Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2016 09:01:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Las Vegas <lvnv2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Look

The Look, a Short Story

Gay Male -- Encounters
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I noticed him immediately. Young. 18, maybe a little younger. He was one of
those young men that has an angelic face, slim in body, but seems like an
adult. No way was he 19, but his age did not really matter. He was ideal.
He was trying to make eye contact, but I ignored him. You see, I was an
expert when it came to sending a guy signals. I had started in high school
when I was 15. Now, as I approached 30, I not only knew every signal there
was to know, I could tell who was going to send me a signal before they
did. You might say my Gaydar was spot on.

I model for a large agency in Chicago. I work all over the world, and do
every media. At 6'2 my best features are my eyes which are bluish green,
and my lips which women love. And, my frame is such that I carry my clothes
well. And (doubled "and"), a great perk is that when I model really
high-end clothes, sometimes I get to keep then, or they are sold to me at
pennies on the dollar. The net net is that I am always dresses really well,
and look dam good. Women flock to me and I could, emphasis on the "could",
fuck any of them I wanted, but my propensity is for men.

Men of all shapes, sizes, color, ages. And when I say men I do not mean
males. Boys are not my thing. I want some maturity. Guys have to be able to
understand that I am in the closet with lots to lose, and protecting my
deepest, darkest secret is the prime objective. I have mated with men as
old as 60, and as young as 20. This young man would be my youngest, I just
wanted to entice him. What am I saying: I needed to entice him!

I sat where he could have a clear line of site to me, and therefore be able
to make eye contact, only I didn't, I watched him in a mirror where I could
see his reflection and was prepared to move quickly if he began to lose
interest. Only he didn't. He kept waiting for me to look his way so that he
could meet my eyes and let me know he liked me. However, I did not want
like, I wanted passion. The kind of passion two men developed when there is
anticipation, desire, heat. My strategy was to reel him in, and fuck
him. Really fuck him.

The building had two doors as do most entrances in the Midwest to protect
against the severe cold. I positioned myself in the little area between the
doors and waited till he came out. I surprised him as he stopped short when
he saw me, and it was then I said, "You dropped this.", and handed him my
business card. I was standing so close to him it would have been possible
to wrap an arm around him and pull him in to kiss him, only all I did was
smile. You would have thought I had handed him a $100.00 bill. He got this
big grin on his face and actually said, "Yea, yea.".

The next day I got a text: <Hi.> I texted him back: <Yesterday?> Another
text: <Yea> I texted: <Tonight same place back lot 9PM?> I got a single
letter: <K>

I went home at that very moment, napped, showered, put on some gym short,
no briefs, and a tank-top tee, and then stopped into a diner for dinner
across from the meeting spot. When I walked into the diner he was there, at
a table, alone. He was just as surprised to see as I was him. I sat at a
table next to his. The tables were very close together, but we did not
speak. Eye contact was all that was made. Eye contact that we made
constantly and held for just seconds. I was so hard it worried me someone
might noticed. I know he did for he looked down at my lap, and smiled.  I
wondered if he knew he was going to take the entire hard-on up his ass. We
made one last contact with our eyes and he gave me the look. He knew.

He was already eating, and so I ordered soup. I finished quickly, paid, and
walked out and waited. He came and this time we smiled and said hi, and
then crossed to the lot where I had parked. My car was at the end of the
lot at the back of the building where we had met the night before, where
the lighted barely reached it. We did not say a word, and when we got to my
car I unlocked it and opened the back door for him. He climbed in and I got
in behind him. He started to speak but I stopped him by pulling him to me
and kissing him. It was a long and deep kiss. The second kiss he leaned
into me and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I let him. We Frenched kissed
and I gently rubbed his hair. He groped me.  I whispered into his ear to
relax and to let me pleased him. He stopped kissing me and touching me. I
bit his ear lobe, kissed his neck, unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his
chest. I took his shirt off, and undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants,
unzipped them and I pulled them off. Next I took off his briefs, kissing
him all over his chest and stomach while I did so. I could feel his
erection hitting up against my stomach, but I did not touch it.

This time when I whispered in his ear, I told him to undress me as I licked
the inside of his ear and leaned away. He pulled off my tee, and then my
gym shorts, and just like that I was nude too. He went down on me. I let
him suck me for a few minutes and then started to give him simple
directions, and he followed them. I ask him to kiss my cock head, and lick
my rod and balls. Then I had suck my dick without his hand touching my rod,
and so he used his hands on my chest. Deepthroat me I said and damn if he
did not take the entire cock in his mouth and held it, for the longest
time. I felt his throat muscle convulse and his mouth all around my cock
seemed to want to swallow my cock down his throat.

But we were not there for a blowjob. I pushed him back onto his back and
positioned myself between his legs, kissing each knee in turn as I passed
on my way to his chest. I licked than bit his nipple, and I heard him
moan. I got my cock head aiming right as his asshole, right at his opening
as I got very close to his ear. I was breathing hard and he was hearing my
breathing clearly. I did not push my cock into him so much as he moved his
asshole onto my dick. The head slipped in. We moved slowly in synch against
each other and I felt my cock going deeper and deeper into his ass. He made
a little sound that told me it was hurting him, and I loved that. He was so
tight. We made eye contact and he had that look. I fucked him, I fucked him
really fast and well.