Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 17:40:58 +0000 (GMT)
From: "[iso-8859-1] R. Lee" <kewtieboy@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: THE GLORY DAYS - PART 9 - The Chance Encounter

This is a romp through the 60's and 70's when glory
holes were everywhere and sex was there for the
having. Straight guys, bi-guys and gay guys who just
wanted uncomplicated and anonymous sex. These stories
are short (just like glory hole sex) and take place in
the Northern half of the U.K. and Ireland where the
teller travelled on business for many years. The
stories are more or less true as are the venues.
Enjoy.


9.	A Chance Encounter (MM(teen)/anal/oral/first time)



This story is quite a cute one and just shows how
sometimes luck can slap you in the face.

A warm Summer day in the town of Dunfermline about 12
miles from Edinburgh. Yes, contrary to popular belief,
there are warm Summer days! I was in town on business
and had an appointment to see a customer. The town was
busy so I parked in one of the larger car parks just
short of the town centre. As I left the car park, I
spotted an older gay guy I knew walking towards me.
This guy had an attraction to "chickens" as we called
the younger lads. Whether he would be a paedophile by
today's standards I don't know. It just didn't seem to
be a problem in those days somehow and I don't think
he pursued children anyway. However, I mustn't
digress.

Somehow, though I looked up and prepared to nod to
him, he didn't see me so I walked on. It was
blisteringly hot and my suit was uncomfortably warm.
As I passed him, I noticed a young teenager walking
behind him. He was extremely attractive and was acting
slightly odd because, when the guy I knew stopped to
do something, so did the lad. I was a little early for
my appointment so realising that the predator was
being hunted by the prey, decided to turn around and
follow. They both headed back into the car park at
which point the older guy climbed into his car and
drove away.

"Ah" thought I, "A randy lad and no older guy to help
him. Opportunity knocks!"

I took a few moments to look around ensuring no one
was watching me and turned back to...nothing! He had
disappeared!

"Shit," I thought.

The only possible answer was the nearby entrance to
Pittencreiff Park which was a beautiful park and glen
in the middle of town. It also had a few interesting
toilets. By now I was running late for my appointment.
I decided to run to my appointment, get it over with
quickly and head into the park.

As luck would have it, the person I had to see was
busy and had prepared everything I had to discuss so
the deal was struck in 15 minutes. I dashed back to
the car, left my briefcase, took off my jacket and tie
and headed for the park. A search of the toilets
revealed nothing. I looked everywhere even a second
toilet block but still found nothing.

As I gave up and headed back to the car, just near the
entrance was the teenage vision of beauty lying on the
grass looking around him. I sat nearby. Never having
been much of a hunter, I presumed that having seen him
in action earlier, all I had to do was sit down and
look sweetly at him and he would come over and that
would be it.

Well I sat, and he sat, and I sat. I looked at him and
he looked back. I can't begin to tell you how long
this went on but I presume close to an hour. I
realised that I was going to have to develop quick
hunting techniques or I was going to lose this lad. I
ventured over and introduced myself.

"Mind if I join you," I said?

"No problem," he replied.

Well we talked about the weather, football, life in
the town, me -- everything.

Two hours had passed and no remote suggestion of sex.
I was beginning to get bored.

I thought, "OK it's bull by the horns time."

"Did you know the guy you were following earlier?"

"What guy?"

"The guy you were following when I saw you a couple of
hours ago."

"I wasn't following anyone."

"Don't be shy." "As he was gay I presume you were
hoping to get him to wank you or even more." "Are you
gay too?"

"No."

"But you were following this guy."

"No, I just arrived in town before you sat beside me."

"And you aren't looking for a nice man."

"No I wasn't."

"Shit, I'm really sorry."

It was then I realised that stunningly attractive
though this lad was, it wasn't the one I saw earlier.
I had sat down beside a completely innocent teenager
and proceeded to seduce him. He looked at me with a
smile.

"Don't go, I might be interested."

"But you said...."

"No I have never done anything with anyone but I think
I might be interested."

I couldn't believe this. Here was a lad of probably 16
or 17 and a complete virgin, saying he wanted me to
have sex with him. The real problem was that by now,
my afternoon had gone and I had to get home -- and so
did he.

I made a date for the following day when I knew I
could drive him to my flat about 40 minutes away and
said my goodbyes.


As I waited the following day, I half expected his
parents to come round the corner with him but he came
alone.

We drove back to my flat as he asked me 100 questions
about what we should do and would he like it.

We got to the flat and entered. He shocked me by
grabbing me behind the door and kissing me on the
lips. That was a surprise. I gently removed his
t-shirt to reveal a nicely formed and hairless chest.
His two nipples were large and brown, standing on end
as I stroked his chest. I pulled off my shirt and
seemed like a giant to him. I pressed the front of his
trousers to feel a stiff rod pushing to escape. It
wasn't the only one.

I unzipped his jeans and let them fall. He stood there
in just his "Mummy bought these for Christmas" blue
briefs with an obscene erection forcing its way out. I
pulled them down. I would like to say he had 12 inches
of throbbing meat but that would be lying. His cock
sprung out. It was about 6 inches and ended with an
upward angle of 45 degrees. The foreskin had slipped
slightly back to reveal the tip of a pink glans. The
slit was leaking clear liquid in drops. I bent down
and popped the whole cock in my mouth while caressing
his balls. His pubic hair was clustered round the top
of his cock with a few hairs on his balls. As I
sucked, he gasped. I think it came as a shock to find
a man sucking on his cock. I led him to the bedroom
and finished his stripping so that he was lying
completely naked on the bed. I slipped my trousers off
and then revealed my cock to him. My 7 inches
impressed him and as I stood at the side of the bed,
he leaned over and examined my cock and balls.
Tentatively, his lips touched the tip, then his
tongue. Within a few minutes and with a little
training he was sucking ever so gently up and down.

I withdrew my cock and lay on the bed beside him
caressing his smooth pale body. His cock strained
upwards and jumped every time I got near to it.
Whether by natural instinct or desire, his fingers
cupped my balls and then slipped further round and I
found the tip of his index finger pressing my hole.

"Is that ok," he asked.

"Oh yes," I replied.

Though I am always top, I enjoyed the perversion of
this slight and timid young man playing a slightly
active role. He became bolder so to help him, I turned
over to offer him my rear. He seemed to enjoy the
stroking and fingering, then pushing his hands round
to cup my balls from the rear. He started to hump my
rear and I found myself asking him if he wanted to go
further. I had only been fucked twice in my life but
for some reason, the thought of this tender body on
top of my larger frame excited me.

I found some lubricant and put it on both his cock
head and my hole. Condoms were still not a necessity.
His cock slipped in and was surprisingly painless. He
grabbed my hips with both hands and then started to
really thrust. His small balls were pummelling against
my buttocks. I raised myself onto all fours and he
really got going. It didn't last long and I felt the
warm squirt of his cum pumping into my arse as his
animal-like screams told me he was having the orgasm
of his life. He pulled out and lay back.

"Want me to cum now," I asked?

"No, give me a minute, I want to cum again," he
replied.

Within the space of five minutes, I had persuaded him
to quickly clean the lubricant off his cock and
position himself at my head facing my feet. His balls
resting lightly on my forehead and his cock rising
back up to full strength. He started to stroke as I
took my own cock in hand. When he came, I wished I had
seen the initial one as the copious volume of thin
light milky cum sprayed on my face, mouth, chin and
chest. I figured there was about 5 or 6 jets as I shot
my supply straight up the full length of my body and
hit him with a shock on his chest where it trickled
back down to his cock.

The whole session had taken about 40 minutes but it
had been exciting and intense. As we regained our
breath, he had no guilt whatsoever. We lay and talked
and he asked if we could do it again -- which we did.

However at the end of that session, he announced he
was going to Aberdeen University in the Autumn. I kept
his number and had an interesting meet with him during
the following Winter. I called him to say I was
staying in a hotel in Aberdeen, did he want to meet.
He was a little vague but eventually asked me to meet
him near the Halls of Residence in a pub. When I got
there, he was sitting with another guy and two girls.
He introduced them and one of the girls was his
girlfriend. He sat close to her holding hands and she
was obviously in love with him.

I went up for a round of drinks and he followed me and
said he felt he owed me an explanation and asked me to
go along with whatever he said. Returning to the
table, he kissed his girlfriend and said he had to
give me something from his room at the Halls and I was
going to be leaving soon so could they all wait and he
would be 15 minutes. We left and walked the short
distance to the Halls where he took me to his small
room. As soon as we were inside, he pulled down his
trousers and unbuttoned mine. His cock was as rigid as
I remembered it.

"Suck me off," he begged.

Now I am not much of a fan for swallowing cum though I
don't mind someone cumming in my mouth, but I dropped
quickly to my knees and started to suck his beautiful
prick. I fingered his hole and cupped his balls as the
cock pushed rigidly into my mouth. The skin slid back
an forth and within about 6 or 7 minutes, I felt that
familiar pumping within it. I was not prepared for the
fountain that hit me. This was what the fresh
first-time load must have been like when he fucked me.
It was difficult to count but there were at least 8
jets and the liquid was so thin that retaining it in
my mouth was not an option. It squirted straight down
my throat, over my tongue and when I tried to pull
back, all over my face. Even when I thought it had
finished and started to withdraw, two more squirts hit
me on the face and ran thinly down my cheek. My load
took seconds as you might expect. The taste was
surprisingly sweet and without that thick creamy
texture that often makes me gag, went over my throat
as though I did this for a living.

It had been quick but it had been more that I dared
expect. We mopped up and as we left the quarters, his
girlfriend was climbing the stairs looking for him. I
had a rush of jealousy but at least I had had my quota
and as I left and she went into the room, I had a
feeling she would be getting the balance.

I didn't ever see him again despite a couple of
telephone calls. In the last one he was talking of
getting engaged. I wondered if I was going to be his
only male experience. Somehow I doubted it.


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