Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2013 16:37:11 +1100
From: Paul Hart <snifty1@gmail.com>
Subject: Surprise packaging

Surprise Packaging


It was an unfamiliar scene inside the old pub on the little town's
outskirts, I'd moved to the area recently hoping for fewer distractions, of
late my research had become mired in controversy and I needed lots of time
just to think and take stock.  As for the pub, there were low rafters,
polished brass and copper, gleaming tankards hung above the bar - very
pleasant.  The customers were as you would expect, a mix of farmers and
small businessmen that evening, a worthy but hum drum lot though friendly
enough.  One did stand out though, incongruous, he wore a sloppy sweater
and tight jeans, perhaps early twenties, no more - but it was the face,
pouting lips, long eye lashes and eyes, huge brown eyes.  Topping it he had
the loveliest curls.  I couldn't help myself, he was a real eyeful and when
he turned, there was the tender swell of buttocks neatly clad in tight
denim.  Oh my.....he seemed to be local, that is - he appeared to fit in
with most of the others when they formed their little groups, that
surprised me since his almost elfin beauty looked vaguely out of place
amongst them.. Anyway, I sat and worshiped from afar, after all I had my
work to consider.  It was probably this preoccupation with work that
brought things to a head because it was sometime during the next week that
it happened, absently wandering back to my corner with a drink I bumped
something, something that went "Ooops!".  A glance at my glass showed it to
be half full...and I could tell where the remainder had gone, a dark stain
ran down the front of the boy's pullover.  Muttering inane appologies I
offered a clean handkerchief, to my relief he smilingly accepted and he
began to dabb away.  That was the beginning, I needed a top up of course
and offered him a drink at the same time, then invited him to join me....he
hesitated and a delicate blush crept up his neck then still hesitant, he
followed.

The boy's name was Brian, his father was the local vicar - which explained
his acceptance in the Pub and he'd just finished at University.  He was
easy to talk to and became quite animated, I for my part could barely keep
my eyes off him, he'd notice my gaze and that blush would appear.  He was
enchanting, those long legs were so temptingly close, at one stage his
thigh brushed mine and...it remained there!  We both fell silent, his
direct gaze met mine, I held it for a while then raised an eyebrow
questioningly - he nodded.  Relieved, I pressed against him more firmly,
and noted that his breathing had quickened, for my part I had that hollow
feeling in my tummy that comes of arousal and excitement so in an aside I
murmered "I really, really would like to be alone with you...just for a
little bit...what do you think?" His hand shook as he clutched his glass,
then "Well, not far you know and have to be so careful
here....gossip....say...I meet you...in the car park?"

It was late evening in early Autumn, a comfortable darkness had set in and
it was possible to distinguish large objects but not their detail.  I
waited breathless, tummy full of butterflies and then, a willowy figure
appeared then halted uncertainly, I closed the gap between us and putting
arms around him, drew him close.  He stiffened in panic...."we'll be seen,
not here...please!"  I whispered a reassurance "Just look around, in this
light we'll just be two figures, they'll assume it a man and a woman...just
wait..!"  So saying I pressed his slight body close and searched for his
lips...reluctantly they parted, then he relaxed and began to kiss me back,
soon I felt arms around my neck...and time passed.  Blurred figures passed
us, he glanced at them amused and with a sort of gleeful satisfaction,
little teeth gleamed in his face, his mischievous smile said it all "they
see two figures in a clinch but don't realise..."  Soon my boy was
shivering, his hormones had well and truly kicked in.  "It's dreadful, I
know but could we please walk somewhere, somewhere sort of - private -
there's something I, well want it, badly, sort of...you know...you don't
mind? Oh no I'm saying it all wrong...but know what I mean?"  I did know
what he meant...I was in a bad way myself, aching balls - the works!  To
give it emphasis his hard penis was pressing against me, I could feel it
through his clothes - he'd be feeling mine too no doubt!

I let the boy lead me, he was a local after all and should know of "safe"
spots nearby and eventually after passing through thickets and bushes, he
paused in a small clearing..."This will do us...now I want to ...do
something...will you watch..?"  Puzzled, I stood, he began to undress
starting from waist down, his curly head bent low and off came shoes then
he straightened to release his belt, slowly he eased off his Jeans and I
craned to see, he turned from me at the last minute, bare buttocks visible
in the gloom, perfect shapes atop gleaming thighs...but now he was turning,
his top garments bunched tight against his tummy, splendidly naked from the
waist down.  I've always found a half naked youth irresistable, it seems to
accentuate his nakedness if yoou see what I mean?  The lovely boy stood
there, penis erect and - oh those long smooth legs..they were nylon
clad...yes roll top nylons came to the tops of his thighs....he did a slow
pirouette and I found my breathing growing laboured, "Well then, do you
like what you see?  Still want to ...do things then...?"  I said nothing
and he looked nervous, in reply I could only breath "Just stay there, just
like that..." and feverishly groping, took my throbbing penis in hand as I
admired the graceful youth standing there half naked, and began to
masturbate.  A slow smile suffused his face and he turned with buttocks
toward me, bent over and rummaged in his discarded pants, coming up with a
tube of something.  He squeezed the content on to his fingers before
thrusting them up himself, moving his hips suggestively as he did so "See,
I was prepared...I'd been hoping we'd bump into each other.." he giggled
and stood there invitingly.  I was mesmerised by the long smooth nylon clad
legs, the tight dark curls at their junction and pretty penis, rock hard
and pointing to the night sky. "Well, do you want to fuck me or
not....please, I've been waiting long enough.."  He simpered prettily, long
lashes fluttering then without further ado he crouched down to lay flat on
his back in the grass, legs drawn up and wide appart "Do it to me like
this...please, I want to watch your face as you come in...you won't hurt me
either...just come in...please...".  Lying there he was lovely, kneeling
between those thighs I muttered a prayer of thanks, then aiming for the
pink gleaming hole I gently but formly pressed in..his eyes flew wide open
and his lips parted in a teasing smile "Go on, you can go much further
thatn that, I want all of you in me...see, lift mylegs up more.." and sure
enough I slid in another inch.  Funnily enough I avoided looking in his
eyes or face, I knew I'd cum at once if I did that instead I concentrated
on making it last.  It must have worked because after a few minutes I felt
a warm gush of his sperm between us "Don't mind me, just keep on, more, I'm
greedy, I know...keep going...yes, oh yes oh what a lovely fuck..."  It was
too much, I went over the edge....

Eventually I lay beside him on the grass running fingers through his dark
curls, he pouted a kiss and idly I fingered his penis, it stiffened which
was all I needed, shifting my position I lowered my head and took him in my
mouth, an upward glance showed his aglow, eyes dancing and lips parted.  As
I sucked I let my hands wander over smooth gleaming thighs and silky
nylons, then as his hips rose and fell prepared to receive his warm fluids
for this was truly a boy to savour!