Date: Tue, 5 Sep 2006 07:24:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: andre jans <andreeke2006@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rainy Day Encounter

I hate rain, and rain it did as I was driving into town by bus this morning
to do some shopping.  So long coat, umbrella at hand, and off I went to the
bus stop.  My god, what a crowd, we hardly fit all together on this bus.
It had been years since I had taken a bus, but now my car was broken down,
so I really had no choice if I wanted to explore the town's shops.  And
besides, other people were always telling me how convenient the bus was in
town, no parking space to chase for, no traffic jams with all these special
bus lanes.

So after a few seconds I got the chance to get on the bus amidst the crowd,
and we were all squashed nicely, warmly and wetly together. With all the
swaying and bumping of the bus, some inappropriate contacts are quite
inevitable.  It's funny how most of the time people seem to pretend not
having noticed the touches they receive.

So did I, and I must confess, I was really not paying that much attention,
it wasn't until the third touch that I got to wonder if this was by
accident.  The fourth touch took all doubts away though... The touches I'm
referring to were those of a hand, I cannot for the life of me tell by the
touch itself if it was a male or female hand, right on the front of my
pants.  It was being pushed repeatedly against my zipper with its palm.
The second touch lasted somewhat longer, and the third even longer I think.
But the fourth really got me alert, as this time the hand slipped inside my
coat and the fingers actually squeezed the contents of my pants when they
made contact.

I could not move or get away, and besides, I seemed to get a thrill out of
this.  The hand went away, but came back the next second, and the squeezing
and rubbing got more and more serious. My cock jumped to attention, and I
started to look around to see if I could make out who was giving me this
treatment.  I couldn't identify the culprit, so I was `forced' to enjoy
the caresses.  My zipper was now being pulled down, and the fingers slipped
in and probed around.  I could not help but rub myself against this hand
that felt so good.  I could feel the fingers sliding up and down my shaft...
I must say I regretted the fact that this ride was over so quickly, and had
to get down of my cloud to get of the bus.  I managed to pull my coat-flaps
together in front of me to cover the front of my open pants.

A lot of people got off the bus with me downtown.  I was of course curious
to see if the person responsible for my excited state had followed me off
the bus.  At first I did not see anyone in particular, but then this one
man caught my attention.  As I was looking around at people, I caught him
looking at me and he was too late turning his face away.  Bingo!

Let's make sure I thought to myself.  I could see he was using his
peripheral sight to sneak glimpses at me, and turned towards him.  I very
briefly opened the flaps of my coat, and he must have seen the state of my
pants, bulging out and showing the bright green of my boxershorts through
the opening.

I turned around and started walking along the shops, looking, or pretending
to look at the windows.  I could see he was following me.  The reflection
in the window allowed me to get a good look at him.  He was about 55 or 60
years old, short grey hair, a tall and rather large figure.  I am 40 years
old, 1m72 and 72 kg, well endowed, and in reasonably good shape. I am a
hetero, and have never had any experience with gay sex before.  But somehow
this experience was getting me horny as never before... But I'm always up
for new experiences.

The window-game continues, and I decide to go for a coffee.  I sit in the
back of the tearoom, he follows me in and sits where he can look at me
sideways.  I enjoy my coffee, and seem to have no choice but to obey the
urge to touch myself.  My zipper is still open, and I slip a finger into my
pants.  I move it up and down, and I can see his eyes are fixed on this
movement.

I get back up and leave the bar.  I arrive at an adult store and step
inside.  The light is gloomy, and my eyes have to adjust to this.  I move
towards the back of the store, where the DVDs are displayed on tall panels
going from floor to ceiling.  The stranger has come in as well, and comes
toward this part of the store too.  We stand back to back, pretending to
look at DVD titles that we like.  I suddenly feel a finger slide across my
bottom.  I freeze and become instantly fully erect again. I see what
appears to be a door at the back, and read the sign: `cinema'.

I decide to buy a ticket, and enter the semi-dark environment of the
movietheatre.  It smells quite hard, of disinfectant or cleaning products
of some kind.  Good, I like clean places.  Behind the door is a corridor,
leading to 2 other doors.  The left one has `hetero' on it, the right one
reads `gay'.  I move through the left door, and enter the cinema.  Loud
sounds of sex come towards me and I see 2 guys and a girl going at it.  One
forces his cock all the way down her throat, the other guy's penis is
deeply buried into the girl's asshole.  The girl gags on the cock pushing
deep into her throat, and he releases her.  She produces a lot of slime
from her mouth and smears it on the shaft in front of her.  Waaw, what a
scene.  I see more clearly now that my eyes get adjusted.  I sit down on
the last row, I can choose because I am the only one in here...for the time
being.  I don't expect it will take long for the stranger to follow me in.
I am right.  I hear a door opening, but he has apparently entered the door
to the gay cinema.  In the mean time I enjoy the movie in front of me, and
start caressing my cock through my pants.  I am hard as a rock. I take my
throbbing organ out of my boxershorts, and expose it to the shimmering and
flickering light coming from the screen.

After a few minutes my new friend comes in to the hetero cinema, and checks
out the seats.  He is now carrying a plastic bag in his hand.  The moment
he sees that I am alone he approaches me immediately, grabs my cock firmly
with one hand, squeezes hard on my erect penis and just says `come with
me'.  He uses a tone of authority, and I cannot resist.  I am as in a
trance.  I get up, my erect cock swaying in front of me with my pants
opened up.  I follow the stranger through the door, into the other door.

He leads me to the gay cinema, and puts me in a chair. Watch the movie and
wait here, don't cover yourself and don't touch yourself until I get back.
I have to prepare some stuff.'

I have never seen a gay movie before, and must admit it seems to arouse me.
He comes back after a few minutes, and takes me with him to another area
which I had not seen yet. We arrive at what seems to be a separate room,
equipped with a dvd player. In the middle of the room is sort of table,
with padding on it so it can be used for other purposes than just as a
table, haha.  2 chairs are standing in a corner.  He closes the door behind
me and gives me one order: `take off your clothes'.  He watches as I
hesitantly comply, folding my clothes neatly over a chair.  He takes a dvd
from his bag, and puts it into the player.  The screen lights up and
surprise surprise it is a porn movie... This is showing 2 guys having some
sort of sm-sex, with one of them in bondage.  The stranger stands behind
me, I hear him getting undressed. When I want to turn around he speaks into
my ear `you just watch and do not do anything else unless I tell you to'

He gently pushes me forward to the table, and I have to lie face down on
it.  I can see the movie in this position.  I hear him going into the bag,
and he applies what seems to be oil to my back, bottom and legs.  He gives
me a massage and I start floating from pleasure.  His expert hands squeeze,
pull, grab and push on my shoulders, then my back, my legs and my buttocks.
He now moves my legs so they are spread a little, and he starts massaging
the inside of my thighs.  My cock is now so hard, I cannot believe it.  He
sometimes touches my balls ever so lightly, ever so gently.  And each time
I almost jump off the table.  Then he turns me over onto my back, and
repeats the massage on the front of my body.  Special attention is being
paid to my nipples.  They are squeezed and pinched, pulled and poked, and
finally sucked.  He forces me towards one end of the table, so my head is
hanging down over the edge.  I can see the fuck scenes on tv, only now
they're upside down.  Funny sight, but then I see why he did it, one of the
guys is now tied to some sort of wheel, and is being turned upside down.
And he is being forced to suck the other guy!

My hands are suddenly handcuffed under the table, and he steps towards my
face.  He says `I bought the cuffs and some other toys in the shop, I knew
you would like that'.  I see he has put on a condom.  He is blessed with a
thick cock, with big veins covering it's surface.  It's not a very long
cock though. It throbs and pulses, with a life of its own...as does mine.
He moves his cock-head towards my mouth, and I open my mouth without
hesitation.  I am in the perfect position for him to push it between my
open lips, my head dangling down from the table. I want to feel this
swollen organ in my mouth.  I get used to the feeling of his cock, he holds
it still at first.  Then he slides it in and out, and I try to apply
suction.  `No teeth, or else I will have to punish you' he says.  I get
into the rhythm, trying not to gag too much as he gets into his sex-trance
and seems to become oblivious to my muffled sounds of protest when he
pushes always deeper.  I suddenly feel his cock swell even more, and he
moans as he shoots his sperm into the condom.  I have just managed to get a
guy to orgasm by sucking his cock.  I cannot believe it.  I'm still
handcuffed, but he releases me as he recovers from orgasm.

He has me stand with the table in front of me, bends me over the table and
pushes my feet apart and to the front.  My ass is spread open and my cock
and balls are dangling below the table.  He ties a rope that he produces
from his bag of goods around my legs, to attach them to the legs of the
table.  With an other rope he ties my hands to the front side of the table
so I cannot get up again.  I am helpless.

He applies something cold to my asshole and I jerk upwards, I am not used
to this and am not really looking forward to having something or someone
touch my asshole this way!

He whispers in my ear `relax and enjoy it, I know you will enjoy it if you
just relax.'

A finger pushes gently against my sphincter, and draws circles around it.
Immediately my cock reacts to it and betrays me by showing off my enjoyment
`see, I told you' he says to me.

The sold stuff is also rubbed on my cock, which becomes quite slippery now
as he uses his one hand to slowly stroke my shaft, and at regular intervals
his hand moves from my shaft to my cock head, where 3 or 4 fingers rub
firmly across it.  I go absolutely nuts from this feeling, but the moment
he senses my orgasm coming, he stops abruptly and moves away.  I hear him
taking something out of the bag again.  A humming sound comes on, and I
suddenly feel a strangely soft item vibrating against my balls, and
pressing into the area between my balls and asshole.  The strokes on my
cock resume with his one hand, and his other hand manipulates the vibrator,
sliding it between my legs from balls to ass and back.  I go into
pleasure-orbit, my eyes fixed to the tv screen where the fucking continues,
my brain focused ont eh feelings in my cock and groin.  Without warning a
part of the vibrator slips into my asshole.  I briefly tense up my muscles
around it, but his `ssssssshhh' sound makes me relax again.  The tip of
the vibrator touches some area inside me, it feels like nothing I ever felt
before.  I go over the edge and spray my semen over the floor under the
table.  Squirt after squirt of my sperm is being pushed out.  He continues
stroking my cock until I beg him to stop.

He releases me, and we clean up as best we can.

`Now you can go shopping', he says.  `I'll see you at the bus station at
4pm, you are coming to my place this afternoon.  I want to use my other
stuff on you'.  I have no time to utter objections (and no urge to do so
anyway).

I did my shopping in a trance, and was at the bus station at 4pm sharp.
I'll perhaps tell you another time what went on there...

If you liked this story, mail me at andreeke2006@yahoo.com