Message-ID: <034303Z14101994@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss From: an41470@anon.penet.fi (M. Knight) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.motss Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an41470@anon.penet.fi Date: Fri, 14 Oct 1994 03:37:30 UTC Subject: "Rush Hour" (M/M) Lines: 215 The following story involves two males participating in consensual sexual activity. If that's not your thing, leave now. This work of fiction may not be published in any form for commercial purposes without my written consent. You may distribute it as you wish with the header intact, but don't change anything. The copyright resides with the author at an41470. Because sending out copies of past stories involving Alex cuts into the time I spend writing these tales, I will not answer requests for reposts or for sending them to you personally. Post your request to the list and maybe some kind soul will help you out. I welcome all comments and encouragement is especially welcome. (That's what keeps me writing these.) Another Day in Alex's Sex Life: "Rush Hour" by Mitchell Knight I'd only been driving now for about six months, and I didn't realize my city was big enough to have rush hour traffic, but that Thursday afternoon at 5:15pm I got stuck in it. I'd just been to the mall to see if they had the new Pearl Jam CD, and I decided to take Main to get back home. Big mistake. So there I sat in my car only five blocks from 12th where I needed to turn off. We were moving at about 5mph when the cars were actually moving, and I was feeling pretty horny. This seemed to be a fairly normal state of being for me in the past year. I casually slid my hand to my crotch and started stroking my rapidly growing bulge as I waited for traffic to move. I glanced over at cars in the lane across from me (which were going in the opposite direction.) After skipping over a few cars, one caught my eyes. A cute little businessman in a gray Saab was tapping his fingers to whatever music he was listening to. He had short brown hair cut in the traditional conservative businessman style and parted on the left. He wore round tortoiseshell glasses and had a bushy mustache. He still wore his suitcoat and his red tie cinched tight unlike others around him who had shrugged off those pieces of their work attire. I stroked myself some more while I imagined fucking him up the ass while he bent over his desk. I felt precum slip from the head of my cock as my stroking had its affect. He glanced over at me, and I didn't bother to look away. Horniness and youth had made me bold. I licked my lips slowly and sensually while he watched me. His eyes grew wide, but he didn't look away. Then he slowly nodded. I smiled and raised my eyebrows. He continued nodding and then looked around. Once he'd found what he'd been looking for, he turned back to me and nodded his head toward the gas station just off to my right. I nodded back and started driving. I turned in and parked. A few minutes later I saw his gray Saab pull in next to me. I got out and didn't look at him as I entered the convenience store. My cock was making a noticeable bulge in my pants, and I stuck my hands in my pockets to hide it. Once I was inside the restroom I became a little nervous as I realized I may be getting into something more than I wanted. I tried calming myself by remembering that I had initiated the whole encounter and could control it. The door opened and my cute little businessman entered. "Hi," he whispered, closing the door and turning to me. "Hi." He stood there for a few seconds while his hands fluttered nervously, picking at his suit and pockets. "Maybe you better lock the door," I suggested. "Yeah," he sighed, turning and locking it. "Gee, I don't know if I should do this. My wife..." "Do you want to suck my cock?" I asked. His eyes answered before his mouth. "Yeah." "Then forget about your wife." He nodded. I started to unbutton my pants but his thin, clammy hands rushed to stop me. "How old are you?" he asked. I chuckled. "You don't want to know." He cleared his throat noisily. "You're probably right." "Look, I'm horny, you want to suck me off, so let's do it. Forget about everything else." I brushed away his hands and unbuttoned my pants. "Can I do that?" he asked. "Sure." He cautiously unzipped me and then pulled them down to my ankles. He kissed the wet spot in my jockeys and then licked the length of my erection. Then he pulled down my underwear to my knees and my cock throbbed for his mouth. He knelt down on the blue tile of the bathroom and licked the tip of my wet dick. This was the only restraint he showed. Immediately after that delicate lick, he plunged right down to the base of my erection, burying his mustache in my pubic hair while his tongue flicked all around the flesh of my dick. He noisily sucked on cock, pulling back and slurping at the head before diving back to bury the head at the back of his mouth. He developed quite a bit of lubricant, and his saliva started dripping on the floor, but he continued his frantic sucking of my cock. He was very good at it; obviously he got away from the wife to practice. His hands gripped my naked cheeks, and he pulled forward, pushing me forward into his mouth as he sucked me in, and then pushing away as he pulled back. His tongue pressed and caressed every inch of my cock, and I never had to worry about it getting dry. His warm saliva was now dripping from my balls as well. With the excellent treatment I was getting from this blowjob, it didn't take me long to come. He lapped up my semen like an eager puppy. After licking me clean, he stood up and glanced shyly at me. "Was that good?" he asked. I nodded and smiled reassuringly. "Great, man." I looked into his cute face and noticed a speck of white semen in his mustache. "You've got some in your mustache," I said. "Oh!" His talented pink tongue leaped out and swept it into his mouth. "Could I kiss you?" he asked while I was pulling up my underwear and pants. "Sure." He gave me a chaste, closed mouth kiss and then pulled away. "I was wondering..." "Yes?" I prompted. "Do you have any friends?" "Of course I have friends," I admonished. "Well, the kind who...like this kind of stuff." "I might. You want to suck them off too?" He shook his head hastily. "No, not that. I...I like to watch." I nodded. "You want to watch me and another guy do it?" "Yeah. I'd pay." "Okay. I might have a friend who'd be interested." He reached into his back pocket and brought out his wallet. He took out a white card and handed it over. There, printed in black block letters was the name Gary Jameson. Vice-President of Operations. And at the bottom was his phone number. "That's my work number. Give me a call and we can arrange it. If I'm not there, just leave a message on my voice mail." I nodded. Gary turned to leave, but then spun around quickly to look at me. "What's your name?" he asked. "Alex." To be continued... ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.