Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2013 22:18:55 +0100
From: Paul O'Neill <paulakareg@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Non Touch Technique'

'Non Touch Technique'

Pete was 25. Shaven headed, blue eyes, short and stocky, with a broad chest
and muscular legs. He wasn't new to the gay scene but the 'bear and cub'
nights were new, and something of a revelation. For the first time he felt
attractive. Not awkward, weaving self-consciously amongst the melee of
skinny perm tanned young men, who seemingly sported up to three haircuts at
once. This particular night he was faintly bored on the dance floor of an
old school basement gay club. This music wasn't for him. Home time.

A voice from his left startled him slightly. 'Get your shirt off. I want to
see you bare chested.'

The voice belonged to a boy. Could be 19, maybe 21 at most. Tall, olive
skinned with a shaven head and dark eyes. Pete smiled uncertainly. His
checked shirt was open, as half nakedness was virtually expected in this
type if club and Pete found it liberating.  He had also been getting fitter
lately.  Not ripped, but certainly more tone and less belly.

'Nice tattoo' said the kid, forcibly pushing Pete's shirt open and rubbing
a soft hand over the Celtic cross on Pete's exposed chest. 'What's your
name mate?' asked Pete.

'Doesn't matter. You're coming home with me'.  'What, for coffee?'
commented Pete, with a slight reticence.

'Well yeah if you want. After I've fucked the cum out of you. Your hands
won't even touch your cock'.

This forthright assertion made Pete's large, thick penis stir in his jeans.
What the hell. You're only young once and this kid was so young. And
confident. And direct. That was something of a turn on in itself.  Pete
smiled. 'You're on.'

__

It was a contemporary, uncluttered living room. 'I'm getting a shower' said
the boy. I want you naked and ready. My bed is through there. Off you go.'

Pete shakily removed all his clothes and lay on the red and black duvet of
the lad's room. The lad eventually emerged from the shower, towelling
himself. His skin was olive and looked soft. He was covered in a variety of
tattoos and had a smattering of chest and stomach hair. His back and
shoulders were flawless and smooth. 'Turn over. All fours' said the lad.
Pete did so, his big penis now grinding into the duvet, hard and throbbing.
He felt heat behind him. The kid's chest was heaving, Pete could sense
it. Then he felt a warmth and gentle pressure against his backside. The
boy's dick was large, not quite as thick as Pete's, and he too was hard as
steel. He applied more gentle pressure. Pete felt soft lips on the back of
his neck. There was no pain. Just pressure, warmth and, oh god. The sheer
pleasure. Pete felt full up. In a good way. That was the only way he could
describe it in his head.. The lad made gasping noises as he started to
plunge deeper into Pete's body. Pete dropped flat against the bed linen and
felt warm, soft, young skin cover his back as the young man pressed his
chest against Pete's back. Their whole bodies were meshed together now.
Pete felt soft bare feet entwine themselves in his own toes, and lightly
hairy legs pin down his muscular thighs. 'Turn' ordered the lad, gently but
firmly. He turned over. The boy's naked body glistened and shimmered with
fresh sweat. It beaded the soft flawless skin of his forehead. His penis
remained buried inside Pete. He raised Pete's legs and placed his hands on
the soles of Pete's bare feet to support himself. He thrust harder and
harder. Less gentle now. Pete felt something well within him. His own cock
was slapping wildly against his stomach. The thrusts were having an effect.
He felt pleasure welling in his abdomen. The mystery guy gasped, his
beautiful lips parted and he gave a cry. Pete realised that his young
virile sperm must even now be flowing freely into his body. This was
enough. He felt his own dick spurt, four times and his hairy stomach was
coated with his own cum. The boy didn't pull out. He grabbed Pete's hands
and pinned him down. He bent his handsome head and licked the streaming
sweat and cum from Pete's chest and stomach. When he had eaten all of
Pete's cum he rested his forehead, still beaded with sweat, against Pete's.

'See? Told you.  You didn't need to touch yourself once'.

They laughed.