Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2012 13:16:42 +1030
From: Philip Whitney <pmwhit2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Searching for a Boy Friend

Searching for a Boy Friend - Part three

I hadn't even looked at my jeans when I dressed this morning. I must have
picked up the wrong ones when I had to leave Jeremy's in a hurry the night
before. I said nothing, but my face turning the colour of beetroot said it
all. Mikey and Josh started fooling around, pretending to kiss and grab
each other and squealing: " Oh Jeremy! You are gorgeous, Jeremy! Fuck me,
Jeremy!" I couldn't say anything, cos it was true. At least it gave me a
chance to see him again. They left the room nearly pissing themselves
laughing, as Mum came into the kitchen. I glared after them as my phone
rang. It was Jeremy.  I had forgotten I had given him my number. He said he
had something of mine and perhaps we needed to meet up and exchange
items. I skipped out into the back garden so we could talk. He then
continued and said he hoped I had no regrets about what happened last
night. I told him I regretted nothing and looked forward to seeing him
again. I had to go to work, so we agreed to meet for lunch in Pinjarra, a
small town halfway between my place and Jeremy's. As I closed my phone I
realised I was breathing quite heavily.

I headed off to work still wearing Jeremy's jeans. I changed into my speedo
and shorts and then opened the doors to the lines of mothers and
babies. The morning session at the pool went very slowly. My boss liked me
to wear just my speedo for the learn to swim group. He reckoned that the
mothers liked to ogle my bulge and never missed a session. Apparently
takings for the learn to swim had doubled since I took over. I had two
groups of learn to swim, babies and toddlers. For the baby session,
everyone has to get into the water, including me and the mothers. Usually I
flirt like buggery with the mothers, if it helps with fees and pays my
wages. The mothers love it and think I am wonderful with the kids. I often
get groped as they move around me with their offspring. Today my heart
wasn't in it and I longed for the sessions to finish. The learn to swim
groups were followed by a life guard session, supervising the free swim for
the general public. There were some cute guys in the pool, but I didn't
seem interested. Normally I wear baggy shorts over my speedo to hide any
chubbing up that may occur. Today I needn't have bothered, Jeremy was my
main focus. He had been drinking the night before, so I wondered if a sober
Jeremy would still like me. I must have checked my watch every ten minutes,
waiting for the end of my shift. At last I was able to change out of my
shorts and speedo and put on a fresh shirt and Jeremy's jeans. I had told
him 1pm, so I had plenty of time to get there.

I could see Jeremy sitting in the outdoor area of the Dome in Pinjarra as I
drove passed to find a parking space. I nervously entered the area and was
quickly reassured by a brilliant smile from my lunch date. He stood as I
approached and holding my shoulders gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Not
being used to that sort of greeting I felt my face flush and nervously
looked around. I relaxed as I realized I knew no one there and returned the
peck. Holding me at arms length he told me I looked better in daylight then
the night before and also his jeans looked better on me than him. As we
both sat, Jeremy said he hoped that a burger and chips was okay, since he
had already ordered for us both. He also told me to call him Jezza, as most
of his friends did. Two cokes were then brought to the table and as we both
sipped away I found myself staring into his amazing blue eyes. I was still
quite nervous, but soon after, the food arrived and I was able to hide my
nervousness by eating. I was a little taken aback when Jezza told me I had
a bigger one than him, until he pointed to my plate and I noticed a chip
that was at least 18cm long. We both laughed and as we continued to eat the
conversation started to flow. Amazingly we shared a lot of interests,
particularly in the sports area. As the conversation flowed Jezza slowly
moved his hands and started playing with my fingers on the table. This got
me a bit nervous and I glanced around the area, but still no familiar
faces.

After our second cup of coffee Jezza reached around to his back pack and
took out a Woolies bag and gave it to me. I wondered what it was, then
remembered the reason for our meeting. Still wearing his jeans I stood and
said I had better change and headed to the toilet. I had just closed the
cubicle door and was starting to remove the jeans, when Jezza tapped on
it. I flicked the latch and continued unbuttoning the jeans. With them
firmly around my ankles I felt very vulnerable. Jezza took advantage and
leaned in and kissed me. I responded and kissed him back, but when his hand
squeezed my junk I pushed him back a bit and told him I was sorry, but I
didn't do toilet sex. He looked a bit miffed and scowled at me, but when I
suggested we get together that night he quickly changed his expression. I
then replaced his jeans with my own and we exited the cubicle.

I sat briefly in his car as we arranged to go to the movies in Mandurah. I
told him it was my shout, since he had bought lunch. I explained to him my
home situation and since his parents were still away he was happy for me to
stay over at his place. We briefly kissed goodbye and I headed to my own
ute and home. I think I smiled the whole way home. I was going on my first
proper date.

Mum was preparing tea when I arrived home and I asked if it was okay to eat
early, since I was going to the movies. I also told her I would be staying
over in Mandurah overnight and head off to work from there. Mikey was
standing at the sink with a glass of milk when Mum suddenly asked me when
had I bought the grey jeans I had worn that morning. She thought they
looked good on me. Mikey choked on his milk with laughing and it poured out
of his nostrils. I patted his back overly hard as I made up a story about
spilling water on my own and borrowing a friends to come home. Seeing Mum's
back was turned I grabbed Mikey by the neck and whispered for him to cut it
out, before heading to my room.

Since I had to get up for work on Sunday morning, Jezza had suggested we
went to an early showing of the movie 'The Dark Night' so we could have
time together afterwards at his place. I didn't want to appear too keen so
I stayed in my ute till I saw his car arrive and I walked up behind him and
tweaked his bum as he locked his car. I paid for the tickets and bought
some popcorn. I smiled to myself as I paid for the popcorn. I remembered a
story of a guy on his first date making a hole in the popcorn carton and
sticking his hard dick through it, but I didn't think I would try that
one. We were only just in time and headed to the back seats. As my eyes got
used to the dark I realized the theatre was nearly empty with just a half
dozen young teens right at the front.  We didn't really have time to speak
before the movie started.

I held the pop corn bucket between my knees and every time Jezza dipped his
hand in it I smiled to myself recalling the hole in the bucket story. He
obviously liked popcorn as his hand was constantly dipping into the bucket.
About five minutes into the movie Jezza made himself more comfortable in
his seat and slipped his arm across the back of my seat. He placed his hand
on the back of my head and slowly pulled me towards him as he leaned in to
kiss me. I have always enjoyed kissing and Jezza was very good at it. As
our tongues duelled in each others mouths, his left hand found my belt and
started to open it. Then he unzipped me, releasing the pressure on my now
pulsing member. The knob of my dick pushed up through the waistband of my
boxers, but instead of feeling my junk his hand went up inside my shirt
gently rubbing my abs. As our kissing became more passionate his hand moved
up and tweaked both my nipples causing me to gasp briefly. My left hand was
around Jezza's body and I was squeezing his bum cheeks on the outside of
his jeans. I slipped my other hand inside my boxers and slowly started to
fondle my junk. Amazingly the popcorn bucket was still held firm between my
knees even though it was being shaken around with the movement of my
hips. Then quite suddenly Jezza stood up and looked around. The teens near
the front were too involved in the movie to notice anything and as there
were no attendants around we were safe from scrutiny.  Jezza lowered his
jeans and knelt on the arms of my seat. This placed his raging boner just
at head level and I opened my mouth to engulf his delicious knob. As he
slowly started to fuck my face I lifted my hips and started wanking like it
was my first time. I was close to cumming in just a few minutes and Jezza
never gave me warning that he was close as well. Our ecstatic moans were
drowned by the noise of the movie, as pulse after pulse of his thick, warm
nectar poured down my throat. My own load shot out at the same time,
leaping over my hand, missing my jeans and landing God knows where.

I released my softening seven inches, allowing it to flop against my
stomach where the last few dregs of cum oozed into my belly button. With
both my hands I grabbed Jezza's bum cheeks and pulled him against my face,
so I could nuzzle his pubes and suck the last few drops of cum from him. He
slipped back to his seat with a big grin on his face. "Well that was better
than watching a movie I had already seen!" he whispered. Since I had
already seen it as well I had to agree. Then his hand dipped into the
popcorn bucket and grabbed a huge handful. After he had munched it all down
he leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips. I could taste a mixture of
popcorn and cum and smiled as I realized where my double cream had landed.

We had both lost interest in the movie and decided to leave. I left the
popcorn bucket on the seat for someone else to enjoy. Jezza was hungry, so
we decided to buy some fish and chips and walk along the foreshore to eat
them. Jezza must have been starving as he ate his very quickly and since I
had already eaten tea I gave him mine to finish off. We headed back to the
cinema car park and I followed him in my ute back to his house.

Jezza's family home was huge compared to mine. It was double story and all
the five bedrooms were up stairs. He suggested we go outside and have a spa
together and enjoy a drink. This sounded great since I didn't have to drive
home. The outside barbecue area was all covered in and I saw the massive
spa in one corner. I would say you could fit ten people in it comfortably.
He opened a bar fridge and handed me a cold beer. Jezza went inside to get
towels, so as I sipped away, I looked around the area. Just around the
corner, still under cover was a heated swimming pool that looked to be
about fifteen metres long. He returned with the towels and I helped him
remove the lid off the spa. Then we both stripped naked and lowered
ourselves into the warm water. The spa was amazing with holders for your
drinks and seats all around. He turned it on and the water swirled around
and jets shot out from everywhere massaging any aching limbs you might
have. We continued our inquisition from lunch time and found out just about
everything about each other. Jezza was amazed I had been training to be a
priest and told how pleased he was that I had changed me mind. We finished
our beers and Jezza said he would get a refill. My dick was already
chubbing up from the swirling of the water, but when I saw Jezza's hard
monster as he stepped over the side of the spa I quickly reached my seven
inches. I admired his bum cheeks as he walked away from me towards the
fridge. Then he suddenly picked up a towel and bent over to dry his
legs. His bum was red from the warm water and his balls were hanging really
low between his legs. I wondered why he was drying himself, but then he
walked passed the fridge into the house. I gave my dick a quick jerk as I
pictured him bending over, exposing his dangling balls and his beautiful
pucker, winking at me as he dried his feet. He came back out with a bottle
of Moet and two champagne glasses. He poured the drinks and climbed in next
to me. Having only tasted Moet once at a recent wedding I asked him what we
were celebrating. Wrapping his arm around mine he made a toast: "Here's to
a successful relationship with Philip, my new boy friend." The bubbles from
the wine on my face covered up the tears that slowly trickling down my
cheeks. I was happy. It appeared I had a boy friend.



I hope you all enjoyed this part. Let me know if you did . There is still
more to come.- Philip