Date: Thu, 30 May 2013 08:52:01 -0400 (EDT)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Meeting Tim Part 1

Meeting Tim. Part one.


Meeting Tim changed me, my life and everything.
You know how it is  in life, one just-folks the sheep generally unless you
are one of those  extraverts that stand out from the rest.
Tim is certainly that and more. He  is a local big noise who is the
president of this and that appertaining to all  matters political and is one of
those guys who has an answer for everything, but  never the answer you want
from him. A typical position in other words.
I met  him at a local Conservative Party stint. Not as though I am into
politics, but I  need to take heed of the way they operate for my University
course.
I have  had two or three girl fiends but nothing ongoing. Both seemed to
lose interest  after the first couple of dates and I still don't know why,
that is; I didn't  know why then but I do now, since Tim suggested we go to the
theatre together.
Me and the theatre are not good bed fellows but thinking that Tim had taken
 a friendly liking to me, and thinking of my studies, I went along with it.
He  was a different guy altogether away from the political scene. He was
nice and  considerate and very generous, insisting he paid for dinner and the
theatre.
Little did I know or even understand that he aimed to seduce me. It  never
occurred to me, it never entered my mind. Me being firmly placed on the
proverbial bandwagon behaving how I thought was right to behave in line with my
 University colleagues.
It just didn't register at all that Tim of all people  was gay. I didn't
feel like I was. I liked girls too much even although I was  unable to please
them. I concluded that was because I didn't fancy them that  way.
It's incredible now to think I was completely unaware of my true  leaning.
When, in the theatre during the performance of Macbeth, Tim dropped  some
popcorn over my lap and frantically started to brush the debris off my lap,
brushing his hand against my crotch as he did so, I didn't think anything of
it.  That is; not until he failed to remove his hand from my thigh after
wards.
I  sort of moved my thigh in an effort to make him aware, thinking he would
take  his hand away. But he didn't and in the faint light or the auditorium
I could  see a certain glow in his eyes as he smiled at me in a very
becoming way.
One  thing certain, I knew at that point he had no intention ion whatsoever
of  removing his hand from the part of my inner thigh that I realized was
giving me  the most delightful feeling.
It was lovely but what was it all about? As the  show continued his hand
continued to rub up my thigh, to the point where his  fingers were actually
touching my testis through my trousers. I held my breath  not quite knowing
how to respond. This was quite unusual    to be  with another guy doing things
like that.
Angela did it once, in the back row  of a cinema as we watched a James Bond
movie. He was fervently making love to  his co-star which seemed to turn
Angela on. Looking back it would have been so  easy to respond to her  firm
caress but I just couldn't  get  interested at all. Whether it was because we
were in a api8ablic place I don't  know, but certainly now I was reaching a
very formidable stiffness underneath my  trousers which Tim was thoroughly
taking advantage of in the most delightful  way.
So I realized then my reluctance with Angela meant I am possibly
homosexual and I was just getting to know and understand myself, realizing that  it
was rather lovely being spoiled by another guy.
"That feels so good" Tim  whispered into my ear. "Can I take it home with
me, Alex after the show"
I  giggled and said as long as can come too.
"Don't worry about that dear Alex,  you will be coming too, in more ways
than you may think."
For the remainder  of the show I was not concentrating on the performance
at all, and I doubted if  Tim was, although he kept looking at the performers
whilst feeling me.
The he  whispered about how nice the guy whop played Macbeth was and how he'
d like him  for the night, looking so absolutely delicious in those skin
tight tights.
He  kissed me on the lobe of my ear and said that he would really prefer
me, that he  was just trying to make me jealous.
And oddly enough he was, because what he  was doing gave me the impression
that he would want me to sleep with him at  least.
It was me coming to those conclusions, me who only had just discovered  the
true self that wanted deliriously to be with Tim full stop.
It was simply  so lovely and gorgeous to feel his fingers exploring me to
the full. He  carefully unzipped and found my real hardness that seemed to be
pulsing away to  the extreme.
Tim knew only too well what he was doing to me. I could have  easily
stripped myself and him too if we hadn't been there. Many of the seats  were
vacant but there were several occupied behind.
"Look Alex, I would  suggest that we leave now and head for my place, but I
really wanted to see this  show. Look there are hardly no seats taken in
the back row, let's move there  Huh?"
How could I refuse, the most difficult thing was to hide my intrepid
arousal whilst moving along to the end of the row, where there were several
teenaged girls.

"Just keep you jacket in front of you" Tim advised realizing my
predicament. But even so as we passed the girls, each one of them gave out a
profound giggle. Did they see me or were they simply laughing at something the
actors were doing. I guess they were.
We manage to get to the back row and,  still watching the play Tim seemed
to thoroughly enjoy exploring me. I felt  myself instinctively slip down the
edge of the seat to allow him a better  access, because it was so good to
feel him doing the things he was doing with my  very stiff and upright
erection.
"Enjoy Alex and I will give him something  more he'd like in a moment when
this scene had finished."
I wondered what  that would be. But secretly hopes the show would soon end
so we could go back to  his place and be rid of the extreme ache I was
feeling. It was an ache which  made me very aware of what I was all about,
thinking things that had never  before occurred to me, in facts rising myself that
I could imagine such  things.
For the first time in my life I wanted to be fucked, as simple as  that. I
actually craved for the feel of hard throbbing man cock up my passage,  to
feel it up there and massage it within.
I so wanted that.
I had to  admit then that I was homosexual and welcomed the fact that at
last had resolved  the big issue in my life, that why it was I could never go
seriously with a  girl.
Tim kept his resolve and for about five minutes during a change of  stage
scene he massaged me deep into his mouth as the lights were still  dimmed.
The feel of him sucking and licking and everything was absolutely  mind
boggling. I felt I belonged and was wanted and at that moment I knew I  could
be anything that Tim wanted me to be.
His deep sucking drive me mad and  I could not stop the cum spurt. He took
a handkerchief from his pocket and  wrapped it around my surging cock.
"You are a naughty boy" he said with a  smile, Just wait until I get you
home, you will have to pay for this!"
One  thing about Tim he always kept my mind on red alert, and now I
wondered what  exactly he meant by that.

I didn't care though. All I wanted was his fuck and how. I would give him
my
all and suck him like he had sucked me, I would wank and lick him up and
tease his balls until Kingdom cum. Until he came deep inside my ass - until
we  both met a wonderful crescendo. Amen!

To be continued...