Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 18:44:02 +0100 (BST)
From: oscar_uk_001 <oscar_uk_001@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Had to have him

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containing details of consensual sex between two adult
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	I'd seen photos of him before I met him. He went back
to university, and I got his job at a magazine. I saw
pictures of him all dressed up in a tux at our last
awards dinner, the severe black lines of the suit only
emphasising his sweet, young face and body.
	So he went off to study again and I worked solidly at
the magazine. Then, a couple of days ago, he had to
come up to London on business, so he came into his old
work to say hello to everybody. As soon as I caught
sight of him, I knew the photos I'd seen did him a
disservice. He was quite simply the cutest boy I had
ever seen, and I knew I'd have to move fast if I was
to have any chance of seducing him.
	So I made sure we got talking. Over lunch I
discovered that, at 25, he was actually two years
older than I was. Now, in the same conversation in
which everyone at work got me to admit that I was
bisexual, I had learned that Ben, the object of my
desire, was as straight as they come, but there was
something in the way he was with me that led me to
think otherwise.
	That night, I had to attend a launch at a nearby
hotel, so I made sure Ben would gatecrash with me. I
did my fair share of talking to industry people, but
after a few flutes of champagne, I managed to get him
alone in a corner. I wanted to find out if there was
any chance this gorgeous boy would let me get my lips
round his cock.
	Sure enough, when I steered the conversation round to
sex (a ridiculously easy thing to do when you're both
drunk) I found out that he had fooled around with guys
at school, but had tried to put all that behind him
when he got his first steady girlfriend. Straight boys
are so sweet. But all the while he was telling me that
he only got hard for girls, there was a hunger in his
dilated eyes that was nothing to do with the
champagne. He started punctuating sentences by
touching my arm, and it wasn't long before I realised
he would be only too glad to feed me his cock. The
only question now was where. My flat was far too far
away to be practical; I wanted him now.
	I knew the rest rooms in this hotel were little short
of palatial, so I figured this was my best bet. Ben
was kvetching about not knowing whether or not he was
bisexual. "Let's take this up a notch," I thought.
	"Ben, there's one easy way to figure out whether or
not you're bi," I said.
	"Yes?"
	"When was the last time a guy gave you a blowjob?"
	His eyes grew wide. "Never. My girlfriend doesn't
like going down on me either, so I..."
	"Would you like it if I gave you one right here,
right now?"
	The lust in his eyes was unmistakable as he parted
his lips slightly to lick them nervously, and I could
already see the start of a bulge at the crotch of his
suit trousers. I could see he was trying to decide
whether to admit his feelings even to himself, but
even I knew the battle was over before it had really
begun.
	"Yes," was all he said. I beckoned him to follow, and
he set down his glass and obediently walked behind me
out of the crowded room.
	I led the way to the toilets, and selected one of the
roomy, marble-clad cubicles.
	"Come in here," I said, my own desire showing between
my legs.
	I motioned Ben to sit down as I locked the door
behind us. I desperately wanted to taste his cock, but
I also love to feel a boy's soft lips on mine, so I
couldn't resist planting a kiss on his beautiful
mouth. He pushed towards me and moaned very, very
quietly. I was just enjoying exploring his mouth when
I felt one hand sneak around the back of my head and
pull me closer, while the other began to grope my
hard-on.
	I broke the kiss, and looked down at him fondly. I
could stand it no longer; I unbuckled his belt and
undid the button and zip. Easing his trousers down
round his perfect little ass, I snuck a quick squeeze.
Once his trousers were round his ankles, Ben parted
his legs at the knees with a soft sigh, and a glance
at his packet told me that the booze had had an effect
on him. His cock, though sitting thick and fat cooped
up in his John Rochas, was not yet fully erect, which
suited me perfectly, as I love the feel of an engorged
cock in my mouth, getting hard as I suck it.
	I reached up and hooked my fingers into the waistband
of his briefs, tugging them down. I got my first sight
of his cock - blood-thick and uncut, resting on his
balls. Slipping his briefs off, he shuddered as his
bare ass touched the cold porcelain of the seat.
	Leaning forward, I kissed his cock. I moved my head
lower and snaked out my tongue to lick its very tip,
and I was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum. The smell
of his crotch was filling my nostrils as I moved down
just enough greedily to take his entire engorged prick
in my mouth.
	"Jesus fuck," Ben gasped, thrusting his whole pelvis
into my face. I only moaned softly as I worked this
boy's cock with my tongue and lips. I could feel it
swell and grow with my attention, and I could feel his
balls begin to tighten up with his erection.
	I reluctantly took my mouth off his cock, and I
reached up and wrapped my right hand around his now
rock-hard prick. As I began slowly to wank him, he
threw his head back and let out a soft sigh. I started
to work his balls with my left hand as I knelt in
front of this beautiful boy.
	Ben's cock felt incredible under my fingers. Hard, he
was a perfect seven inches, just the right size for
sucking. The more I wanked him, the more pre-cum he
leaked, and I gleefully lapped it up. I discovered
that Ben loved it when I tongued his piss-slit and
gently tugged his balls away from his body. The more
lust-crazed he became, the more he slumped forward on
the toilet, and the more he began to show me his hole.
While continuing to lick and suck his cock, and jack
him off with my right hand, I began to rub between his
balls and his ass with the thumb of my left hand.
	"Oh-ohhh, fuck me, it feels so good when you suck
me," moaned Ben, "and your hand feels fucking
incredible on my cock."
	I could feel his heavy balls surging in my hand as I
gratefully licked up every little spurt of pre-cum
from the tip of his cock, and I knew it wouldn't be
long till he shot his load in my mouth.
	I never wanted it to stop, but I was desperate to
taste his cum. I started to wank him faster and
harder.
	"Shit, I think you're gonna make me cum soon", Ben
gasped.
	This was just what I wanted to hear. I could feel his
hard cock twitch and buck in my mouth and under my
fingers. I pressed his perineum harder, and just
before he came, I pushed my thumb against his tight
asshole.
	"Oh, oh, fuck, fuck, shit, oh Jesus Christ you're
gonna make me cu-uuuum... Nurgh, nurgh, nurgh..." Ben
moaned as his cock spewed cum. I missed the first
spurt - it landed on his thigh - but I quickly clamped
my lips over his dick to taste his cum. I kept wanking
him to milk all his sweet spunk from his bucking cock.
Spurt after spurt filled my mouth, and some of it
leaked out the corner and dribbled onto his balls.
	His hands, which he had early on slipped gently round
my head, pressed me to his now slowly jerking pelvis
as he shoved his cock as far into my mouth as
possible.
	With a final, guttural "uuurgh", Ben slumped back,
spent. I held his still-hard cock in my mouth, and
there was a moment of quiet as he caught his breath
and I finished cleaning off all the cum from it.
	I looked up at his beautiful face, flushed with lust,
and caught his eye. One look was enough to tell me he
had decided that yes, he was bisexual too.
	Standing up, and keeping his softening cock in my
hand, I lifted his chin, looked him straight in the
eye, and gave him a full kiss. His eyes, closed in
ecstasy as I bent to kiss him, flew open as he tasted
his own cum on my lips. I just kissed him harder, and
slipped my tongue into his mouth to let him taste it
more. With a muffled "mhmmph", he reached round,
grabbed the back of my head, and began really kissing
me in earnest.
	When we eventually broke the kiss, he looked up at
me, and, with an endearing half-smile, said simply,
"Thank you."
	I smiled my acknowledgement, then said ruefully that
we'd better get back.
	I helped him clean the spunk off his leg, and we both
checked each other to make sure we were presentable.
	He started to say something, but seemed suddenly
nervous again.
	"Maybe, next time I'm down..."
	I pressed a finger to his lips, and reached to my
back pocket where I had stashed some business cards
for that evening's shmoozing.
	I slipped one into his shirt pocket. He had the taste
for cum, and I wanted to be around when he felt like
indulging again.


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