Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2013 23:33:18 +0000
From: Foxpark Foxpark <foxpark@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: It started with Snow

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At long last another story. Sorry it's been a while- my computer gave up on
me so I had to hold off on the writing but I now have a shiny new one so
I'm back. This one's a little different so be sure to let me know what you
think.

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	Winter. It's not everybody's favourite season in Essex. For
starters it rains- alto. Then at the arse end of winter (when it should
really be spring) the county decides that it's the best time to coat the
place in snow and ice. Okay so that's maybe a little melodramatic but it's
pretty fucking wet and windy.

	So why start by telling you about the weather? Well it's kind of
explains something later on and I wanted to have a good moan about
something so... ya know "two birds one stone."

	Okay so this is the part I introduce myself and give you my stats
yeah? Alright I'm Dominic and when this all happened I had just turned 18,
I had just started the last year of 6th form college which- let's face it-
was a fucking drag. Let me explain a little. I went to a 6th form that was
attached to a Christian comprehensive. That meant on top of college work we
were expected to do prefect duties which basically meant standing in
corridors and taking shit from kids that you'd slap across the face in any
other situation.

	 The upside to this was the uniform. Most colleges don't bother but
as we were attached to a school we still had to do shirts and ties. This
wasn't the usual grey trousers and plain white shirts affair; nor where
there a load of undone top button's and ridiculously short ties that you
saw on the little chav wannabes in the lower years. There was quite a lot
of flexibility to the dress code so long as there was a tie and smart
trousers involved. As most people who have gone through that certain age
barrier will know, there comes a point when being 'unique' by dressing just
a tramp-like and scruffy as your peers stops being attractive. In short,
around the age of 16-18, people suddenly realise that if you dress the part
you look the part.

	Now I wasn't exactly a raving, hands-in-the-air, open closet kind
of guy- but I was out to my friends and that meant a lot at the time. Lets
skip the angsty 'my-life-as a teenager was so boring at times' stuff cos
that's a given. In 6th form you study, you come home, you sleep and that's
your routine until the weekend when you fill your time doing a lot of
pointless stuff that seems really important at the time. It doesn't change
when you get older no matter how exciting you think your life is you still
get held down in some sort of routine. That is why we set out to have a
little leisure time (holidays, parties, days out etc) and make sure that we
take pleasure in the small things in life.

	At 18 one of my small pleasures was my journey home from
college. Have you ever had a bunch of regular faces on your commute? Ya
know people who happen to be on the same buses, heading in the same
direction as you at the same time every day? Well my bus was filled with
more than a few old biddys and a fair few school aged kids heading home at
the end of the day. Then there was HIM. Oh yes Fitty McFit. I could only
guess at his age but I would have said 18 maybe 20. But he was easily ft
tall and looked a bit Nordic. If he had got on the bus one day dressed like
a Viking he wouldn't have looked out of place. Well- no one would tell him
if he did because he had arms like some sort of berserker. That isn't to
say he was one great hulking shape. He just had perfect definition in all
the right places.

His name?

	God I would have given anything to know his name. I sat directly
behind him a few times to see if he had anything on him that would tell me
his name. I looked at his screen over his shoulder whenever he sat there
playing with his mobile. I tried every feasible approach except actually
talking to him. Now, believe me, I had a ton of fantasies where I started
up a conversation or just walked over there a stuck my tongue down his
throat.

But this is England and in England you don't just walk up and say hi to a
stranger. You might 'strike' up a conversation under the right set of
circumstances but there's no way on God's green earth that you'd simply
walk up to someone and say "Hi my name is..." It's against the unwritten
laws of London- if you did it you'd be thought of as a total nutter and
people would be more likely to politely say hi back whilst edging away from
you.

	I cannot tell you how many times I brought myself off thinking
about this guy in my bedroom or on an empty bus or even (just one time) out
in the wilderness after he'd captured me whilst raiding my village. okay so
that last one was a little elaborate for a wank fantasy and I'm not that
into being dominated but I'd be a fool not to go for the obvious fantasy
when he looked like he did right?

	Anyways this all kicked off at the end of January and it had
already started snowing on and off but none of it had really settled. If
any of you guys from abroad have picked up a paper then you'll know that,
for some strange reason, the British media treats the possibility of snow
as if the world is about to end despite the fact that the country seems to
have managed to cope for the last few thousand years. Anyway- the forecast
said there'd be a small blizzard but one look outside told the anybody with
sense that, for now at least, the roads were clear and the pavements were
nothing more than a bit damp.

	My day started like any other getting showered and dressed with
enough time to enjoy a cup of tea before I set out into the cold beyond. I
was quite lucky that my bus stop was only at the end of the road so I could
put off leaving until the exact moment I needed to. If I remember rightly
it was a Wednesday so I had a double PE session first thing in the
morning. Oh yes even at 18 years old we still had to have a compulsory PE
session once a fortnight. The upside of this was that the usual mini-Hitler
teachers had no part in it what so ever. They were reserved for making the
lower-years suffer. We had whatever members of staff fancied getting
involved and didn't have any lessons on at the time. This included Ms
Urzule: a blatant lesbian who spent a lot of her free time rubbing the
Christians up the wrong why by doing outrageous things like talking about
her girlfriend in the staff-room or (and this really stung the bible
bashers in the school) actually answering the question "are you a Lesbian"
by simply saying "Yes I am." To put it simply: Ms Urzule was awesome.

	She didn't once try to talk down to 6th formers and accepted the
occasional bit of banter so long as people remembered she was in
charge. Not a hard task when you're talking about a woman who could
bench-press her own body weight. Anyways I didn't actually mind these PE
session on account of the fact you could choose what you did and no one
really minded if you went for a wander. Nobody minded- it was a compulsory
lesson with very little supervision and no bugger had any real interest in
it. It was just a bit of fun. I chose badminton as one of my options and
this lesson usually began with Urzule going completely Venus Williams on my
arse. The woman could turn a shuttlecock into something lethal.

	I quite liked starting the day by getting the blood pumping. After
about an hour of knocking the shuttlecock back and forth and swapping
partners about I thought I 'd sneak out to go and get some water. It may
have been freezing outside (and in the sports hall) but I knew the changing
rooms would be quite toasty. This little plan had the added bonus that I
could check on my phone. Yeah at that point I still hadn't worked out that
since I was 18 and I only really knew other 18 year-olds the likely hood of
me getting a text whilst everybody else was in a lesson or at work was nil.

	Now came the part that really set the tone for the day. You must
understand how much of a torture this incident was for me. Being made horny
when you can do nothing about it but think on it and feel your hormones
raging is bad enough without seeing what I saw. As I said this lesson was
staffed by people with absolutely nothing better to do who couldn't bear
the staffroom anymore. This meant that we got quite a mix of people turning
up. One of them had been the newest teaching assistant a guy who had just
left university and was working on getting that all important experience he
would need to... get more experience and become a teacher. Yep didn't make
sense to me either but like any part of the job market they all want to
know that you've had tons of experience doing whatever before they take you
on and train you, telling you to forget what you know and do it their way.

I digress.

	Anyway I snuck back into the changing rooms hoping to skive off of
ten minutes of compulsory exercise only to get the surprise of my life. An
exaggeration: the surprise of my life came years later when I discovered my
flat mate had a secret persona: Lady Bluebell. But this was pretty damn
surprising. The young teaching assistant had one of my mates, Lewis, backed
up against the wall with one hand in his shorts. It didn't take more than a
second to realise he wasn't playing with my mates cock; the hand motions
and the look on Lewis' face said it all. Yep Lewis was definitely getting
fingered by the teaching assistant.

	I should probably take a time-out at this point to say that, yes,
technically speaking what I was seeing was an illegal act. Lewis was 18-
just like me- but this was a member of staff. This stuff actually happens
quite a lot (apparently) but it doesn't come to light until after the
college student has graduated and they can openly be a couple, if that's
even their intention. It's not like the actual act was illegal, Lewis was
my age and able to make his own decision- even if he had currently decided
that what he wanted most in the world was to skive off of a PE lesson so
that he could get his boy cunt played with by a hot teaching assistant.

	They hadn't spotted me. I wasn't too stunned to move- lets be rid
of that cliché all together- this sight was too hot to miss so I stood
and I took in the scene. My own hand had already slid over the growing
package in my own white shorts as the action got a little more
intense. Lewis had his eyes closed and was biting down on his lip so hard
that there was actually a tiny bead of blood barely visible.

	He suddenly withdrew his hand from Lewis' shorts and began sucking
on his fingers. I'm not gonna lie, my cock jumped just watching him
savouring the taste of Lewis' boy-pussy on his digits. Suddenly Lewis was
spun around to face the tiled wall, his hands flat against it above his
head and the hot TA on his knees behind him- slowly peeling his shorts and
boxers down to just below his arse.

	 It was then that Lewis turned his head and saw me. His eyes grew
wide and he opened his mouth to say something but only a moan escape as his
partner in crime began feasting on him. There is no other word for it. In
all my life I have never seen anyone as in to ass as that guy obviously
was. This wasn't some polite artistic approach to eating Lewis out- hell
no. There was no finesse, no style to what he did next. It was raw and
passionate and animalistic and made my cock physically leak in my shorts.

	Lewis could only groan and try to grasp at the tiled surface of the
wall as ate every inch of his ass. He bit into his arse cheeks nibbling the
insides of the cheeks near Lewis' twitching hole. Lewis had his eyes
screwed up so tight it seemed like he had completely forgotten I was
there. In fact he was now pushing his arse back onto the older guys face,
desperate to have more of his savage attentions.  This guy was making low
guttural sounds as he nipped, sucked and tongued every inch of the 18
year-old in front of him. His hands dug into the cheeks, desperately trying
to open his young-lover up so he could taste more and more of him.

	I can't remember how long I watched them. Lewis only looked up at
me once and gave me a complete an utter shit-eating grin (which in the
circumstances was quite appropriate duh-dum-tsh). Then it occurred to me
that I had been gone too long and if anyone came looking for me to tell me
I was taking the piss they'd end up seeing what I was watching right
now. Cursing my common-sense I decided to leave quietly, readjusting my
hard-on so it wouldn't be too obvious. I had never really thought of Lewis
in a sexual sense but I left the changing room making a mental note to see
what all the fuss was about with his pussy. The dude had eaten it like it
was pure crack (I know I should go into stand-up).

	When I got back to the sports hall (and my hard-on had abated to a
semi) I looked out of the upper windows to see it had indeed started
snowing. By the time the last hour of the lesson was up it was coming down
so hard that we had to have an 'emergency meeting' on our break. I know-
pathetic.

	It was explained to us like this. It was snowing heavily and it was
only going to get worse. The rest of the school would have to put in a full
day because the school had a duty of care to them during school hours. We,
however, were a 6th form college and could leave of our own free will if
that's what we wished. I can only imagine what the scene looked like from
the deputy-head's point of view. We were out of there so fast it must have
looked like the rapture had finally happened.

	So I had to get two buses home and already they were full to
bursting with a hundred and one old pensioners returning from shopping and
whatever else the retired do. Everybody was trying to get onto the buses
before- you guessed it- the fresh snow got to a shocking 5ml deep and it
was deemed too dangerous for the buses to travel. If from overseas is
laughing at this point then please do go ahead. Criticise the British about
anything and you have a fight on your hands except- for our handling of a
little snow, the brutal reign of our empire (sorry) and Piers Morgan (again
really sorry). When it comes to these issues most of us will take the
criticism. And lo! what was the topic of conversation on the buses do ya
think?

	Yep, the weather. Specifically how all the oldies could remember
much worse weather than this and they never had all this fuss. The handful
of younger people shared a few glances as these comments were made. Myself,
I just wanted to lean over and remind them all that they had shorter life
expectancies "back in the day" and didn't have much of a commute to work
and school either. But hey I digress.

	So the wheels on the bus go round and round and I'm pressed up
against an old lady who insists on standing far, far too close. Her perm is
so big it's like I have a face full of a white and grey clown wig. Despite
the freezing temperatures outside, it's now getting really stuffy on the
bus. We pass through the shopping centre and like miracle in a dark place
who should be standing with the masses at the shops? Oh yes indeedy. It was
HIM. I had to change buses soon anyway so why not get off at this stop? I
swear to god if he really had have been a Viking and I'd spotted THAT
coming over the snowy fields I would have rolled out the welcome mat,
brought out the drinks and got ready to be pillaged.

	 I got off of the bus and walked as close to the shelter as I
could. People were pressed together quite unselfconsciously as they tried
to shrug off the heavy snowfall. Viking guy (ya know HIM) was standing just
to side of the shelter but close enough to be out of the worst of the
snowfall. I went and stood next to him as casually as I possibly
could. That's surprisingly hard when you are fighting down the urge to just
stare for a while.

	We must have stood there for at least twenty-minutes and people
were beginning to fuss- thinking that the buses must have already
stopped. I took the opportunity to look up at Viking guy and shrug-
indicating the gaggle of old-girls taking the time to complain and got a
smile back. What a fucking smile it was. It was cute and hot at the same
time. It somehow managed to convey a shyness in spite of the fact that it
belonged to someone so good-looking you'd have expected him to be at a
studio somewhere going shirtless for a magazine. That thought didn't help
things. Imagining this stranger topless just made me feel even more
awkward.

	This whole time my brain was screaming at me to say hello or at
least make some stupid comment to try and start up a conversation. I wanted
to hear what he sounded like. Would his voice be really deep? Would it be
rough or maybe a bit cool and chilly? Despite the cold outside I was
beginning to feel my cheeks flush with a combination of embarrassment and
anticipation. I was trying to play a few sentences through in my head-
thinking of a way to start a conversation up. Just as I opened my mouth to
speak the bus finally came round the corner and pulled up.

	Unsurprisingly I ended up standing which provided the next round of
torture for me. Low and behold on the overcrowded bus I was pressed up
against you know who. This close my nostrils were filled with a new
cocktail of smells. There was a faint trace of some sough of hair product-
maybe it was a shampoo? He was wearing an aftershave that was really doing
a number on my senses but above all that there was one smell that was
definitely him.

	Okay. Pause. Yes I may have been standing on a bus sniffing a
stranger like some sought of creepy pervert- or a dog. Newsflash I was
eighteen, he was hot and I'd just witnessed one of my mates being eaten-out
by a teaching assistant. Of course I was thinking like a creepy
pervert. All teenagers are borderline creepy- it's the hormones. That's why
we mature and learn about things like acceptable behaviour. But back to the
point I was getting hornier by the second and my inhibitions (and my
common-sense) were rapidly disappearing.

	The unthinkable occurred five minutes into the journey where the
bus hit solid traffic. I'm lying. It was 'thinkable' I had been thinking of
a way to prolong that moment the whole time and ta dah the God of the
Gayers comes through and causes a traffic jam. By then there was of course
an English uproar on the bus- which is like a normal uproar except its
quieter, involves a lot of 'tutting' and a level of aggression less than or
equal to sighing loudly and/or shoulder shrugging.

"Well that's us stuck for a while."

He spoke...

and I was so busy absorbing the shock I stood there smiling like a nun with
concussion whilst he stared at me oddly waiting for a response. Eventually
my hind-brain got some sort of message through to the rest of my mind and I
managed to come up with something to say.

"yeah."

YEAH? What a dick. A perfect opening for a conversation and I respond with
one word. I have to admit that this incident was immediately filed under
'awkward adolescent memories'. Everybody has them. They're the embarrassing
memories that creep up on you for no reason in later life so that you have
to cover your ears and "la la la" to make them go away. Just me...?
Anyways-

"How come they let you out of school?"

Well bollocks- second chance and I wasn't going to screw it up, "I'm a 6th
former, they don't have to keep 18-year-olds in college, just kids."
BOOM. We have made contact and we have established that I am of breeding
age. Well done Dominic.

"Oh sorry the tie..." he trailed of indicating the offending item just
visible in the v of my jacket collar.

"Oh we have to wear a uniform but its fine. If I went to any other college
I'd end up surrounded by people wearing the same outfit as me anyway
right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well everybody would be trying to fit in and wear the same designer gear,
either that or they'd all try and be alternative by shopping in Topman." I
replied with a certain level of distaste.

"I see..." he said with a smirk. Id' over stepped the mark somewhere. This
wasn't going the way I wanted it to.

"What do you do? How come you're travelling back during the day, I usually
see you on the bus in the afternoon." Hell's yeah, it was a good subject
change and we'd just established the I know you, you know me bit. To my
relief he actually smiled at this- and what a smile. If I were a novelist
in the nineteenth century I might say that his eyes glittered like the
rarest of diamonds, filled with a thousand untold stories. However I am not
and so I can tell you straight that they glinted with mischief and made my
dick twitch.

"College was closed," he replied simply.

"Oh you're a student?" In the privacy of my own head there was a fanfare.

"No I just run the library." The inner-fanfare made a flatulent noise and
petered out.

	Silence. It was the worst kind. He obviously had nothing he wanted
to say and I was dying for to say anything but had no way to approach
it. It took another twenty minutes to reach the next stop- by the time we
got there people got off of the bus and decided to walk home rather wait in
the endless traffic. That freed up two seats right at the back of the bus
and to my surprise Viking guy motioned for me to follow him to sit down.

"That's better. Have you got far to go?"

"Quite far," I responded, "But not quite to the end of the line."

"Likewise," he replied and then this weird expression came across his face
as if he were thinking of something. "I'm Wes by the way."

"Oh, erm, Dom," I responded stumbling over the words in an effort to hide
my excitement.

"So, what do you wanna do after college Dom?" Holy-mother of God! He was
going for the neutral adult talking to child questions. That had to
go. Even in my adolescent awkwardness I knew how to do that.

"Well I'm 18 now and I'm off to uni come september. I can't wait to get
away for a little bit and have some fun." My own conscience gave me a
standing ovation for this one- "some fun"- classic, non-descript and
totally open for interpretation. "How long have you worked at the library?"

"Oh only a year, I'm on a course to become a fitness instructor." He must
have interpreted the look I gave him as a question. "I was already working
at the library and I haven't been able to get a job at any of the local
gyms yet." Something told me that he had, had to explain this situation
several times. Still- a fitness instructor? who would have thought aye? ERR
EVERYBODY! the dude was hot, of course he was into fitness.

	We began to make more idle talk as the bus slowed to a halt once
again. I found out that Wes only lived a few streets away from me (YAY) and
that he was in fact 20. Fabulous news because that meant there was only a
two year age gap. SO this was going swimmingly- I was in a 'stuck in the
lift scenario' with a total hotty and we were having a friendly
conversation. We began to talk about pubs we had been to and weekend plans,
the usual stuff. The trouble is it was going down the innocent-friends
route and I wasn't going to have any of that. It was a risk but I had to
ask about the fitness.

"So you're a pretty big guy, do you go to the gym a lot or...?"

"At least three times a week and I try to do a lot of running on the
weekends." The speed of his answer told me that this fitness thing must
have been his one true passion. It was kind of sad to think he was in a
library doing a job that pretty much entailed exactly the opposite. Stay
focused- show interest.

"Wow so you must be built like- ya know," I trailed off not wanting to
cross a line by swearing at him.

"Oh I aim to be- not that you can tell underneath all the layers," he said
indicating the his coat, scarf etc. I daren't tell him that I was doing my
best to imagine it.

The bus lurched on bit by bit. When I checked the time I realised it was
now half twelve- I had left college at 11! At the next stop, yet more
people abandoned the bus in favour of walking. A part of me thought about
following their lead but I resisted. Wes sighed a little dramatically as
the doors closed again and the bus- well I was about to say set-off but it
remained in the same stationary lane of traffic.

"ya know I completely forgot- nobody will be at home by the time I get
back."

"You don't have a key?" my twenty year-old travelling companion asked with
a quizzical look.

"Oh I do but something's up with the heating so I'm gonna have to wait for
my dad to get back from work tonight to get it fixed. Its freezing in my
house at the moment."

"My parents are away for the week." He replied as if he had not been
listening, "They've gone to morocco for a holiday. Its worked out for me
cos I got a new xbox game the other day and it means I can play it on the
widescreen downstairs without getting moaned at."

	I perked up at this. At last something normal. I'm not dissing
fitness enthusiasts because for the most part they're beautiful people but
I was (and still am) a pretty average guy who keeps in shape by not
over-eating and has no interest in the gym. I'm not saying that I don't
like being surrounded by built, good-looking, sweaty males, it's just that
they all pose and try to out-do one another and it pisses me off. If I
wanted to sweat profusely whilst being judged I'd got to a nightclub and
let my fellow gays do it. At least they don't put on a butch facade whilst
judging the bodies of other men. Straight people in gyms- pretty yes- but
oblivious to the irony of the situation.

	Anyways as I was saying, he liked Xbox games and that hit off
another conversation. I must admit I phased in and out a bit. It wasn't
that I wasn't interested it was just that I was fixated on his mouth. I
half hopped the driver decided to pull off some dodgy manoeuvre so I end up
pressing my face to his. What was really awesome about Wes was that he was
actually a pretty decent guy and seemed to live in blissful ignorance of
the fact that he would have been hot even if he didn't work out. It took
another half-hour before the bus driver finally called it a day, switched
off the engines and ordered everyone off and out into the snow.

	The snow itself was fresh and therefore pretty damn easy to walk
on. We walked by the seemingly endless stationary traffic and continued
talking. He looked completely at home in the snow. Watching him walk
through it without worrying about losing his balance or slipping just
solidified the image of the Viking in my head. At one point he took hold of
my arm to help me keep my balance over a particularly slippery patch. It
was just a friendly thing to do but my hormone addled brain bounced a
million images around on the inside of my head. His grip was gentle but
firm; it certainly foretold of the strength that lay in his arms. We tried
to keep up the chatter but we were gradually getting colder and colder as
the snow refused to let up. We were getting close to where our bus would
have taken us when he stopped dead in front causing me to nearly run into
him. I still instinctively placed my hands on his shoulders to maintain my
balance.

	When he turned around he had another awkward look on his
face. "Look If you want you can come back to mine and we can get a few
games in and maybe have some lunch? I mean only if you don't have to get
back for anything? You said there was no heating in your place..." again he
trailed off as I stared at him with my mouth open. Yes he could have
thought I was stupefied by the audacity of his suggestion. I was not. Three
things were going through my mind. The first was the many images of what I
would do to him if I got the opportunity. This led to the second thing
which was the image of Lewis this morning, getting eaten-out by the hot
teaching assistant. The third was a mixture of disbelief and the deafening
sound of my joy-department thanking the cosmos for this moment.

"Err, yeah sure! Only if you're sure though I don't want to put you out or
anything," SHUT UP DOM.

"No really it'd be cool. Come on I'm just up this road here."

	My heart was now trying to beat its way out of my chest. As he led
the way uphill through a tree-lined street I became painfully aware of his
backside. His arse was perfectly formed and I watched the way the two
mounds of flesh moved in his jeans. We arrived at his house a semidetached
red brick house with a dark wood door. He let us in and immediately darted
to the side to switch off the house alarm.  His parents were definitely
doing okay for themselves. It wasn't a palace but someone had clearly put a
lot of time, energy and money into the place. They kind of made the hallway
and living room look like a vintage cottage whilst the rest of the house
was ultra-modern (well ultra modern as imagined by IKEA and B&Q).

	Then sudden warmth of the house made realise all at once how cold
it was and how wet my clothes actually where. I suddenly felt like I had
been standing in torrential rain for an hour. I looked over to Wes to see
him experimentally peeling his jeans away from his leg. He looked up at me
and laughed.

"I've got some spare joggers upstairs c'mon," and with that he bounded up
the stairs, taking them two at a time and leaving me dripping in the
hallway- and yes as I has the pleasure of watching that fine behind climb
the stairs I do mean that in more way than one. I tentatively climbed the
stairs after taking off my shoes- I may have been perving on him but I
still remembered by manners- and hanging my coat up by the front door. It's
hard not to have a nose around when you're in someone else's house and I
somehow felt guilty looking through each doorway to see which room he was
in. When I got to the last door a caught a glimpse of his stomach as he
pulled his jumper off and over his head, dragging his t-shirt up with
it. there was a certain level of definition in that brief glimpse of his
flesh that was both exciting and intimidating at the same time. I stared
too long. as the Jumper cam over his head he saw me standing there
transfixed. I cringed at my mistake. There is a fine line between sending a
sign and being obvious.

	He shrugged this off. He smiled and produced a pair of joggers that
smelled of him and began to take off his own trousers whilst I stood stock
still in shock. Of course time at the gym would make him a little less
body-conscious but hey he didn't know me and this wasn't a gym and... he
had the fullest looking boxers I've ever seen on a guy. In a flash he had
pulled his joggers on and motioned for me to do the same. I did. I felt a
little awkward but I was determined to get over it. He led the way back
downstairs and announced that he'd put something together for lunch. Again
I went through the niceties of asking if he was sure and telling him he
didn't need to but he just waved me away. I went back into the living room
and he shouted through to go ahead and put something on the
television. There was very little on. Day time television sucks donkey
dick. In the end I settled for yet another rerun of friends. I'm sure it
was ground-breaking back in the day but when you think about it it's been
on television constantly for nearly 20 years. The jokes have been repeated
a million times and the references are at least a decade out of date. Still
I put it on because it was easy to watch and was a pretty neutral choice (I
knew I'd be judged on my choice of program).

	I heard the unmistakeable sound of things being diced on a chopping
board. Could this guy have got anymore sexy? At the end of the day a face
is lovely and a great bum is a nice bonus but give me a nice personality
that can cook and I'm ready to pounce on it. If I had to use an analogy
it's a bit like when hetero guys describe the difference between a slag and
potential girlfriend/wife material. It's not all about looks, there are
other ways to be sexy and some of them have 'long-term prospect written all
over them'. What the hell was I thinking. I assumed he was straight. This
was just a nice guy doing a nice thing for a potential friend that- let's
face it- he'd only really met today. After a while he rejoined me in the
living room bringing in two bottles of Stella.

"I thought we could both use one of these after that journey. Dinner will
be a few minutes I'm just waiting for the pasta to boil."

"You made pasta?" I asked in awe.

"No," he laughed, "I just made the sauce. I like making things from
scratch. So what are we watching," he said dropping onto the sofa next to
me.

The smell of his body was flowing off of him and it now fought the smell of
food for the attention of my senses. It was all a bit much and I began to
flush. The joggers where on the frumpy side but I could see the strength in
his legs just from his stance and for the first time I noticed his arms. He
was in a t-shirt. They were exposed and the short sleeves stretched around
his biceps. I knew I had to stop thinking like this. If I came on to
someone when they were just being friendly I'd look like a dick.

"There's not much on to be honest. Is there anything in particular you
wanna watch?"

"Not really- if there's nothing on I could grab a DVD?" he suggested and
before I could answer he leaped up and bounded up the stairs. Okay maybe I
wasn't reading this entirely wrong. He was relaxed yes- but then again he
was in his own house. He was also very eager to please. the only thing to
do was try to act normal and to see how it played out.

"Here we go," he said as he returned and dropped a pile of DVD's on my
lap. "I'm just gonna check on dinner while you go through those and pick
one out. Pick anything cos I'm up for watching any of them." Then he was
gone again and I could hear him stirring things and moving cutlery and
crockery about. I went through the small collection he'd given me and a
small smile appeared on my face. What he had given me was a test. Die Hard
Four, What Happens in Vegas, Insidious, Bridesmaids and series 3 of Will &
Grace. Ok, if he were running a test for stereotypes then the last two were
the ones I should choose. I actually really wanted to watch Insidious (I'd
seen it before but I love a good horror) but hey if this was the game then
it was time for me to make my move. I picked Will & Grace as I felt that
was the lesser for sheer campiness.

When he came back in he had a tray containing two bowls of pasta in tomato,
basil and garlic sauce- heaped with cheese and two more bottles of bear. I
held up my half empty bottle.

"Oh sorry," he responded non-plussed, "I didn't know whether you had
finished that one or not. "

	So he had already made the next mood- alcohol to lower
inhibitions. A good move. I hit play and looked for his reaction out of the
corner of my eye. Yep definitely a faint smile confirming what he thought
was a small victory on his part. Ok. For the next little while I was near
enough relaxed. The food was pure heaven. Lord knows what he'd put in the
sauce but I had to fight down the urge to lick the bowl. We were both
laughing at the show on screen and the tension seemed to drop for a little
while. As I drained the last drop from my second bottle of Stella I excused
myself to go to the toilet. I offered to take the other DVDs back up and he
thanked me and passed them over.

	Like I said before I don't like prying when I go to other people's
houses but this was different. It was an excuse to go into his room without
him and see if there were any obvious signs I should be looking out
for. You know what I found when I got up there? Nothing, nada- not one
thing to give away his preference. Knowing that I couldn't take too long I
put the DVDs on the bed and went to the bathroom to relieve myself.

	When I returned There was yet another bottle of larger waiting for
me. I smiled at this I couldn't help it. He looked at me with a raised
eyebrow but I made a gesture that said never mind. Ok time to assess the
situation. Blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, at least 6ft something, clearly
chiselled from granite-not born, great smile, reasonably funny can cook and
seems to be nice. What did I have to lose here except a bit of dignity if I
were wrong? Regroup and plan your approach Dominic? As the last episode on
the disc finished he looked over at me and said:

"Eye spy anyone?"

To which I laughed but suddenly stop as the light bulb lit up in my head.

"What about a game of truth or dare?- a little childish but I think we can
make it interesting."

	For the first time he actually looked worried and it was his turn
to sit staring and thinking of something to say- I'm not going to lie this
pleased me to no end. He looked away and then a look of resolution spread
across his face and he sat his larger down.

"Ok you can ask first." Good move Wes

"Truth or Dare?" I began

"Truth." He said meeting my gaze.

"hmmm... ok. When did you lose your virginity?" A little further than I
should have gone at this point perhaps but I was eager to get the ball
rolling.

"17, to a mate from school. At her house" My heart sunk at this but before
I the remorse could truly strike me he said, "Truth or Dare Dom?"

"Truth."

"How many times a week do you wank?" Definitely not a straight question and
if it was I was going to make him pay for it on my turn. Despite
everything, including the three lagers I blushed slightly with
embarrassment.

"Honestly? Sometimes twice a day. You?"

"Nice try you'll have to wait to ask. that much aye?" The smirk he gave me
wasn't derogatory it was pure sex and it made me want to jump him.

"Yes," I replied defiantly before quickly adding, "Truth or Dare."

"Truth"

"How often do you..."

"I'm single- as often as I can," he said cutting me off with another
self-confident grin, "Truth or Dare?"

I probably should have thought it through but the speed of his response
shocked me and I instantly asked for a dare.

He sat for a while thinking about this. "I can't actually think of one just
yet so... take of your tie and your jumper." I tried not to let the relief
show on my face too much as I complied. The point of this 'game' was to
keep the upper-hand at all times.

He was wiser than I had been and asked for a truth.

"Have you ever done anything with a guy- and that includes kissing?"

He looked stunned for a second but then the smile was back and his eyes
blazed with mischief. "Yes- Truth or Dare?"

DAMMIT! Why hadn't I seen that one coming? I thought about how this could
play out before asking for a Dare. Again he seemed really unsure of what to
ask before telling me to get rid of more clothing. I took of my socks with
a smug grin to match the ones I 'd received. As expected he did not go for
a truth straight away but instead chose a dare himself.

"Loose the shirt AND the socks," the words were out of my mouth so quick it
felt like I hadn't even been saying them. He opened his mouth to protest,
"Now now, Wes that's not how this game is played- I say, you do." He shot
me a defiant glare but there was no malice in it. He lifted his top up to
reveal a flat, tight stomach that had more than a bit of definition to it
before removing his socks as well. I could feel my cock begin to swell in
the borrowed joggers and I shifted position a little to make sure it stayed
hidden for the time being. something was really bothering me. There was
some piece of information that was desperately trying to make itself known;
if it had been a word or phrase I would have said it was 'on the tip of my
tongue'.

He now lay back slightly across the sofa so he was facing me with one leg
on the sofa, bent at the knee and the foot of the other flat on the
floor. He was trying to look casual and it was very obvious.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Truth" I responded in a flash. I couldn't give him too much time to think
or show any apprehension or I would lose control of the situation.

"What's the furthest you have got with a guy?"

"All the way," I said going-for broke. I had hoped to follow this up with
an immediate 'truth or dare' but he suddenly sat bolt upright in
shock. "sorry," I said after an uncomfortable moment, "I thought you kind
of guessed."

"Don't apologise," He said so quickly it made me jump. "I did kinda have an
idea Its just... I didn't think you'd have gone that far." His face was
deadpan serious and there was no real emotion to his voice. I really
thought I'd blown it and was about to reach for my things and leave when he
turned and said, "It's your turn to ask."

"Truth..or...dare?" I said trying to study the situation. I was completely
at sea here and would have given anything to be able to read his mind.

"Truth," he said completely poker faced. He wasn't even looking at me
anymore but staring into the distance.

"If you thought what you thought, why did you ask me back?"

"I don't know really, I felt something, like I wanted to do it like..."

"-an inclination?" I chipped in helpfully.

"Yeah, I wanted to see what would happen and I thought I you were then
maybe something would happen. I just thought you might be inexperienced and
then it would be, like, safe to take a chance if neither of us..." he
trailed off again.

"But you sleep with women?"

"Yes and no. I have slept with women but it doesn't do anything for
me. well not much anyway. Like I said it was like a safe chance to take."

"there's no such thing that why its significant to take chances." I didn't
know how I felt about being a 'safe chance' but suddenly there was a
vulnerability to him I hadn't seen before. Then it all clicked into
place. He was confident, fantastic looking, strong and in control- except
he was also treading new territory here and it was frightening for him. It
was like looking at a wounded wolf. Yes it was dangerous and powerful- and
even beautiful but you would also feel pity for it.

"Truth or Dare"

"Truth," I said taking a deep breath.

"What do you really think of me? You've seen me on the way back home from
college for well over a year now so what was running through your head. I
could feel you staring at me all those times you know?"

I couldn't help but feel embarrassed for being rumbled. Even at that moment
where it had already been laid out and demystified, I still felt awkward
realising that he had always known I had an interest in him.

"I thought you were incredibly attractive," I said and he smiled and shook
his head. "No honestly," I said shuffling over to sit right next to him, "I
thought you looked perfect." He was staring at his feet now but his smile
remained. I wanted to look him in the eyes. I wanted to know what he was
thinking.

"What do you think of me now?" he said almost mournfully. I didn't have the
heart to say "wait it's my turn to ask". The idea that someone like this
was somehow down on themselves, that they could actually be embarrassed
that I'd gone a little further with guys, this whole concept was alien to
me.

"I think that I've really enjoyed this afternoon and that your easy to be
around and my opinion of how you look has actually improved now I've seen
you without a top." I said trying to make him laugh. I got a smile so that
was something. He looked really conflicted. I honestly didn't want to push
anything with him. If he had gone off on one I wouldn't have stood a
chance. It'd take three of me just to compete with his strength, I knew
that. Yet there was something there I couldn't walk away from. I wanted him
more now that he was not something on a pedestal. I wanted more 'him'. More
time with him, with his smell and his smile.

He sighed and leaned back onto the sofa. "your turn," He said and took a
long drink from his lager.

"Truth or Dare," I said my gaze never leaving his beautiful but downcast
face.

"Dare," and he smirked at some internal joke. It may just have been my
imagination but I could have swore I saw the beginning of a tear forming in
his eye. His pride was hurt- he thought he had made a complete fool of
himself.

I found my own courage at that moment as I gently took him by the chin and
turned his face to mine. "I dare you to take a real chance," And then I
kissed him.

	To start with he sat there frozen and my stomach lurched as I
realized I may have made a massive mistake. Then I was on my back, my body
completely covered by his as he returned the kiss tenfold. He may not have
had much experience with guys but kisses are universal. He had either had a
lot of practice or this was one hell of a natural talent. I was suddenly
encased in his arms and for the first time I had a real idea of his
strength and size. After what seemed like an age (but certainly not long
enough!) he broke off the kiss. He raised his head just a little a gazed
down at me. All of his confidence was back and the smirk across his face
proved it. He began lightly brushing my lips with his whilst his bare feet
gently stroked mine. It was driving me crazy. My hand instinctively went up
to his blonde hair to pull him in for another deep kiss.

	I moved my hands down his back feeling his muscles tense as he
steadied himself above me and continued play his tongue alongside mine. It
was then that I became aware of his hard cock pressed against my hip. It
felt enormous and the image of the animalistic Viking instantly filled my
mind once again. My hands had worked my way down to his firm arse. It felt
every bit as perfect as it had looked through his jeans. I began to kneed
the flesh in the palms of my hands, gently applying enough pressure to make
his manhood press harder against my hip. He began to slowly rock forward of
his own accord, gently rubbing himself against me through the thick
material of our joggers. The whole time he hadn't stopped kissing me and
stroking my feet with his as our bodies lay entwined on the sofa.

	It was not the speed but the force of his thrusting that began to
increase. Then his breathing became heavier and his kisses deeper and
hungrier. He didn't really let out a moan as he began to gyrate hips. It
was more a low grunt the reverberated through his body and mine. I broke of
the kiss and began to gently nibble and suck on his neck. This pushed him
over the edge and he began to make a determined fuck motion using his
superior strength to press into my body even harder. He was beginning to
give himself over to his body's demands and I was right there with him.

	Suddenly he had my hips in his hands and he spun me over as if I
weighed nothing. I felt him pull the joggers down below my arse so
viciously I thought he would tear them. I heard him spit- and only then did
it occur to me what was going to happen. Too late. He was on to off me
again and had forced the head of his cock into me in one motion. I yelped
with the pain but he didn't seem to notice. he was too far gone, lost in
the moment. I could feel his heartbeat on my back and his breath on my neck
as he gripped one wrist in one of his massive hands whilst using the other
one to guide himself further into me. He forced more of himself in and I
felt the lightning strike of pain pass through my insides in response to
the invasion. He was big. Very big.

	I knew his full length was not in me yet but he let his other hand
leave his cock to grip hold of my hair as he began to fuck himself into my
18 year-old man cunt. It wasn't tender It was violent. But I wanted it.
This was his first time. He was fucking out his fears and his lust and his
hidden desires. He bit and sucked at my neck and shoulder, all the while
stabbing further and further into my insides. The pain had begun to subside
as he began fucking me a little harder. This was more than I had imagined
when I had first seen him, when I'd fantasised and watched from afar. Here
he was marking my skin with his mouth and owning me in the most brutal,
lust filled and meaningful way he could. In this brief moment my body was
his. In return I would be his first, the one who took the fear away and
gave him what he longed for.

	He sped the pace up a little more before biting down into my
shoulder once more and muffling a scream of agonising pleasure. I gasped
and panted as I felt his dick throb and a warmth run into my insides whilst
the motion deep inside me slowed and was finally still. We lay like that
for a while. His breath heavy in my ear. I could hear my own heartbeat as
the blood pulsed around my ears. As that began to slow all that was left
was warmth of his body on top over mine and the fading glow of the moment.

	There was silence. Now I was the one who needed reassuring. Now I
was the one without confidence. In my head I'd played this fantasy through
a thousand times. It didn't mean anything then. Now, laying with him... I
wanted more. Yet he was completely silent. I was trying to fight back the
rising panic and shame. Had I just lost the game? was that what I was a
safe chance? A means to an end? Had I just been used in the worst way
possible.

"Truth or dare?" came his deep voice directly in my ear.

"Truth," I said with the slightest trace of a sob in my voice.

"Do you want to stay with me Dominic?"


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