Date: Tue, 13 Oct 1998 10:02:50 -0700
From: Greg Solomon <litost@mailexcite.com>
Subject: Encounter at HMV 

It was at HMV when I saw him: a man in his early twenties, strikingly
handsome, adorning a goatee on his beautiful, manly face. He wore a
black T-shirt and jeans but looked impeccably well-groomed because
of his stylish haircut. He had jet-black hair and a deep set of brown 
eyes. Because of this I conjectured that he was of mixed descent,
probably half American, half Chinese. I always thought people of mixed 
descent looked gorgeous. In front of me was the perfect specimen.

I was at a listening booth in HMV and suddenly he appeared in front of 
me, browsing for CDs. It must have been obvious that I was transfixed by 
him because he looked up after some time, and his eyes met mine. It was
then I realized I was staring at him. But who could keep his eyes off
him? His face was so beautiful that he looked -- noble. And from what I
could discern, his solid build complemented perfectly his looks. I 
tried to imagine the naked lithe yet muscular bod he hid under his 
clothes -- that got me transfixed, no doubt about it.

In the whole second our eyes met,  I fell in love with those deep-set brown
eyes of his. His gaze was not hostile, in fact it seemed to merely 
indicate interest or curiosity - but I was quick to look away out of habit.
He continued with his browsing and I continued to listen at the booth, 
but I never let him out of my peripheral vision.  After a while, he moved 
to another section of the store to browse and I followed him, as 
discreetly as possible. There was no question as to why I followed him. 
My lust simply dictated it. I pretended to be looking at some of the CDs 
on display on the same row of shelves where he happened to be browsing. It 
did not take long for him to notice me, and this time when he did I swore 
I could see a sly smile forming on his face from the corner of my eye. 
He put down whatever CD he was browsing and started to walk towards me. I 
pretended to be engrossed with the CD I had in my hands but in truth, my 
heart started thumping in excitement. The hardon which had developed from 
my stalking him grew even harder in anticipation. This Adonis passed me by,
but as he did so, he brushed his hands against my butt which was such an 
erotic gesture that I almost came on the spot. I felt drunk with lust, 
now that I had an inkling that perhaps my feeling for him was mutual.

He did not turn back to look at me; he was obviously aware of the impact 
of his action. He proceeded to a listening booth instead. And I simply 
followed him. From the moment he brushed my butt with his hands, I was his. 
I would go wherever he went. The listening booths in HMV have two headsets 
each, to cater to couples who want to try out music together. I picked 
up the other unused headset from the booth he was at. We exchanged glances 
but he did not smile. I was starting to wonder if his brushing my butt was 
an accident when I noticed that he was eyeing the front of my Levi's 501s,
through which my hardon was obvious. I glanced down at his package and 
could discern that it was growing bigger and bigger; I supposed he was 
aroused by what he saw. Let me add here that I'm no slacker in the looks 
department myself. But I like to think that my best asset - my body - 
has been earned by all the years of training I put into. I have wide 
shoulders which taper down like the letter V to my narrow waist but 
I think it's my `bubble-butt' which turns most people on.

And this guy standing next to me was turned on, I was absolutely sure about
that -- his package had swelled into an indecent bulge. With both of us being 
so turned on, I think we hardly paid heed to the music from the headsets. 
I decided to take the situation further. With my right hand, I brushed against 
his basket as I pretended to fumble with the stack of CDs directly in front 
of him. Instead of moving away, he pressed himself against the back of 
my hand and even let out a sigh of pleasure. Thus encouraged, I start 
rubbing his erect dick through his jeans, with my right hand. He was really 
hard! There is nothing more I like on another man than a really hung piece 
of cock. And he definitely had one. I rubbed and kneaded his engorged 
dick but that wasn't enough for the horny hunk. Seeing that we were at the 
back of the store and no one was around where we both stood, he brushed away 
my hand and hastily unzipped his jeans. From the slit in his Calvin Klein 
boxers, out popped his fully erect uncut dick! He didn't have to tell 
me what to do - in fact, till then, he hadn't spoken to me at all- I stroked 
his dick, spreading the pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit, all over 
his long and thick shaft which must have been well over 9" long! The head of 
his dick was round and bulbous and very sensuous to feel, soft and hard 
at the same time. I could see the veins on his purple engorged penis, there 
were one or two very prominent ones indeed. I was sick with lust. As I was 
about to go down on him, and take his cock in my mouth, he suddenly brushed 
me aside and stuffed his cock back into his jeans - I don't know how he did 
it in such lightning speed, but he did it - and zipped up. Apparently a woman 
had wandered into the section where we stood. She saw him with his shirt 
tucked out, but gave it no second thought although both of us were slightly 
panting from the excitement.

This guy next to me smiled at me and said, "I'm Paul." I smiled at him and 
said, "I'm Greg." He asked, "Do you want to come to my apartment? I live 
very near here." Without hesitation, I agreed. 

Minutes later, we were at his apartment. As soon as I had closed the door 
behind me, Paul pressed not only his lips against mine, but also ground his 
body against mine. We took each other's tongue into our mouths and French 
kissed passionately. I could feel his hardon, which had since subsided, swell 
again, against my own erect organ. Our hands explored each other's body with 
greedy lust. All over each other's hair, chest, back, butt(Paul seemed to 
like my butt a lot), our hands roamed. At one point, Paul kneaded and pressed 
my butt hard so that my body ground harder against his, and I reciprocated by 
doing the same to him. It was so intense that I thought I could feel his hard 
warm prick against my own swollen dick, skin to skin although both of us 
still had our jeans on. We dry humped each other like this passionately, 
all the while still kissing. Then Paul couldn't wait anymore, he unzipped 
my jeans and tore them down. I took the cue and did the same to him. Our dicks 
sprang out, erect, throbbing and certainly oozing loads of precum; our shirts 
went next. Paul, who was not hairy, but smooth, led me into his bedroom and 
we assumed 69 position on his bed. I rubbed the precum of his dick all 
over my face, taking in the heady smell of his manhood, while he licked 
his tongue all over my butt, kneading them with his hands as he did. 
"What a sexy butt you have" Paul moaned. I would have returned his 
compliment except that my mouth was full of his huge 10" tool. My 
tongue wrapped around his throbbing hot dick, running over the shaft, 
feeling the veins of his penis that throbbed with his essence. I fed 
more and more of his huge cock into my mouth until I was able to deep-
throat him. Paul fucked me in the mouth, withdrawing his cock until 
only his bulbous head of his penis remained in my mouth and then suddenly
pushing it all the way into my throat -- I was surprised that I did not gag. 
While he fucked my mouth, he rimmed my ass, spreading the ass-cheeks 
with his hands and pushing his tongue in as far as he could. I was in 
heaven. Then he pushed three fingers in to my tight ass without so much 
of a warning so that I gasped. And suddenly three more fingers from his 
other hand as well. In and out the fingers went, delving in deep for my 
prostate. There was no need for lube, Paul would spit every now and then 
in place of it. At both ends of my body, he fucked me, he fucked me hard 
and heedlessly like the action of a piston in a machine, now a thoroughly 
well-oiled one.

After a while, Paul decided to do some real fucking. He lay on his back
with his very erect and throbbing 10" fuckstick perpendicular to 
the rest of his heaving body and told me to sit on it. "Ride me, cowboy" 
I needed no further invitation even though I wasn't sure if I could take 
his cock in. By now I was so horny that I could take an eggbeater up my ass. 
Straddling my legs between him, I lowered my butt onto his cock, as Paul 
arched his back upwards and rubbed my ass-crack with it, nice and slow, 
in a circular motion. I stared at him, taking in his handsome brown eyes. 
"You're going to be inside me, Paul, oh, how I want you inside me" I thought, 
giddy with lust. I lowered myself further and allowed his saliva-lubed dick 
to ease into me -- in fact it was sucked in due to the bulbous shape of its 
head. Once I got past the head of his penis, I braced myself for the length 
and thickness of his shaft. Slowly I lowered myself further, impaled with 
Paul's cock, all the while looking into his eyes. Yes it hurt, but it felt 
so good at the same time. Never did I have such a huge piece up my ass before, 
even the dildoes I had used before did not come close to this. Paul urged, 
moaning "Fuck me with your ass, fuck me, Oohhh, fuck me" Suddenly Paul 
grew impatient with how slow I was and he grabbed my waist and pushed me 
down as he arched his back upward in one coordinated motion. I cried out 
in pain, but Paul seemed to take no heed, he had his own needs to satisfy. 
"Yeah, take that cock, take it in you!" He thrust his 10" cock into me 
while holding my waist. In and out, in and out, penetrating me over 
and over again while I pleaded him to stop because it hurt so much. "Fuck! 
Fuck! Fuck!" he just moaned, totally lost in his ecstasy. Soon, 
however, what was so utterly painful became pure ecstasy as my ass muscles 
loosened to accommodate him, so that I began to murmur deliriously "Fuck me 
hard you son of a bitch, just fucking ram me!" He fucked me so hard that 
his balls smacked against my butt cheeks. I learnt to push myself down 
on him when he was on the thrust up, so as to increase the impact of our 
fucking, and soon we developed the perfect rhythm. Our eyes still fixed 
on each other.

I took in his the sight of his handsome manly face contorted in pleasure:
THIS is hunk I'm fucking with Aaaaaaahhhh, Paul moaned, Aaaaaaaahhhh, "I'm
not sure I can hold out much longer" I started to jerk myself with one hand
and pinch Paul's nipple with the other, causing him to moan even more,
Ooooooohhhh, Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh, he went, "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!!!" At the last
"fuck", Paul bucked violently and rammed himself totally into me, exploding
inside of me, cumming spurt after spurt inside me. Feeling his warm juice
spewing like fireworks inside me was all I needed to push me over the
brink, I came violently, screaming Aaaaaaaaaahhhh! erupting copiously all
over Paul's face and chest. I leaned forward and licked Paul's face and
then we kissed in total bliss, having sated our lust for each other. And
then totally exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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