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An Accidental Meeting
By Simon Peter
They met by accident. It wasn't really a meeting. Jake was waiting in queue for a movie ticket and Brad was right in front of him. Jake was appreciating Brad's butt, bubbled in a tight pair of jeans, causing Jake's balls to tingle. There was some jostling at the end of the line as a group of teenagers, boisterous and noisy, joined to queue. This caused Jake's front to accidentally brush Brad's back. Instinctively, Brad glanced around.
That was when Jake fell in love. Brad had the most beautiful man-face Jake had ever laid eyes on.
From the first glance, Jake was able to take Brad in. Jake's heart skipped a couple of beats when Brad showed the hint of a smile, the slightest pressing back of his bubble butt at Jake's crotch, before he stepped away to the ticket counter.
Jake sauntered about inside the theater lobby, killing time, waiting for the doors to open. At the same time, he kept an eye for Brad. He didn't know Brad's name then yet; they hadn't uttered one word to each other. But a volume of communication streamed between them during those two or three seconds when their bodies touched and their eyes met. Jake's balls tingled at the memory of the light brushing of Brad's beautiful butt onto his crotch.
Brad was leaning at one of the columns near the doors, and Jake decided to get some pop corn and a soda, his usual treat whenever he went to the movies. He liked to go to the movies alone. He enjoyed watching the movie without any obligation at conversations or comments. But now he wished Brad was with him.
As Jake entered the theater and looked around for his seat, both hands carrying the pop corn and soda, he saw Brad. He couldn't believe his eyes when he realized that his seat was next to Brad's. Of course, it stood to reason that they would be given close seats since they were right behind each other at the ticket line. But at the time Jake honestly believed it was divine will.
Jake took his seat, careful not spill the soda, and turned to Brad. Brad was looking at Jake, the cutest smile on his face, Jake thought. Jake melted.
"Like some?" Jake offered, trying to control the shaking of his hand. Brad reached over and took some pop corn, the smile never leaving his face, Jake's eyes glued to his beauty.
"Thanks." Brad's voice was enticing: neither gruff nor overly effeminate.
Was Jake really getting infatuated with this guy? Jake wanted him: that was for sure. But that would have to come later. There would have to be some time before the two men climbed into bed-if that were ever a possibility. Jake didn't know whether Brad would climb into bed with him, whether Brad was gay to start with, shit, whether Brad was as attracted to him as much as he was attracted to Brad.
The two young men got introduced to each other, and the rest of the movie went by with Jake in a trance. He couldn't pay any attention to the screen. Using his peripheral vision, and a few sideways glances, he studied Brad's profile, lit in a silvery sheen, absorbed in the movie. Oh, how Jake wanted this guy. If he could only lean over and kiss those pursed lips, concentrating, but erotically so. If he could bend him over the seat and fuck this hot guy's bubble ass. If he...
Needless to say, Jake sustained a huge erection throughout the hour-and-a half movie.
The two men left their seats and walked out. Again Brad walked in front of Jake. Jake so wanted to wrap his arms around Brad's waist, press his hardness on Brad's butt, and kiss Brad's neck. Out on the street, Brad surprised Jake by asking if he wanted to stop by a bar for a beer. Need Jake say that he eagerly accepted? He was also flabbergasted. He wasn't a movie-star type of a guy. But he was not bad looking either! He felt joy, more than joy, elation, to spend more time with hot Brad, romance him, get him into bed, and fuck his brains out.
Brad worked in an office in the same block as where Jake also worked. They had never met before, which was somewhat strange, since such looks and such body as Brad's would definitely have attracted Jake's immediate attention.
They sat in a booth, sipping their beer, the conversation tending to be the superficial average just-met chat. Out of nowhere, Brad looked straight into Jake's eyes and with his killer smile said, "So, Jake, what do you do for fun?"
"Fun?" Jake asked, taken by Brad's smile, not getting onto what Brad meant.
"Yea. You know. Fun."
"Well," Jake said lamely. "I read."
Oh, fuck. Why did Jake say that? He sounded so nerdy. He should have said something smart, like travelling to exotic places, or something. Or something leading, like watching hot guys queuing at the movie ticket line and brushing their bubble butt with his crotch.
Brad laughed. He wasn't laughing at Jake. He was laughing merrily, like he was really enjoying his time with Jake.
"What I meant," Brad said, his look turning mischievous, "fun as in sex."
Wow! That was pretty direct for a first meeting. But guys sometimes do that: talk about sex and their experiences. There was nothing wrong with that, except as it happened, Jake was out of a relationship, had been for some time, which made him constantly horny, a walking erection.
"I jerk off." My God, Jake thought. Brad must think he was so weird; Brad would want to get away from him. Jake was usually quite a talker, but that evening, stupid words seemed to tumble out of his mouth.
Now Brad really laughed. "I bet that's fun," he said, trying his best not to offend Jake. "We all jerk off, Jake," he continued.
"What about you?" Jake needed to turn the conversation from him.
"I jerk off, too, Jake." The look on Brad's face as he said this was mischievous as well as pregnant with meaning.
"We could jerk off together." Jake had thought that this was funny, but when he heard himself saying it, it came out so very lame that he mentally kicked himself, again.
Brad didn't laugh this time. He placed his hand on Jake's thigh under the table and squeezed. Oh, how Jake shook. His cock erected immediately, straining against the fabric of his jeans, wanting out, wanting inside Brad.
"Let's go," Jake breathed, full of lust. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to fuck Brad.
"Tell you what, Jake," Brad was all serious now, running his hand up and down Jake's inner thigh, killing Jake. "I'm kind of occupied tonight. My sister is staying with me, but she is leaving tomorrow.
Tomorrow night? Rain check?"
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Jake silently exclaimed in frustration.
"We could go to my place," he insisted, bringing his hand down over Brad's, guiding Brad's hand onto his erection, letting Brad feel how badly he wanted him. "feel it baby," he lowered his voice. "I want you bad."
"Man, she's expecting me back," Brad said, apologetically, biting on his lower lip as he traced Jake's hardness with visible appreciation. "Tomorrow night, baby," he whispered back.
Jake was almost ready to shoot his load right there and then, but he had to relent.
Brad gave Jake his address and they parted, not even a kiss, and Jake's hard-on was raging. He masturbated like the devil slowly undressing Brad as he stroked his hard rod, caressing Brad's ass, penetrating Brad's hole. Jake cummed a bucketful of cream.
That was yesterday evening.
Jake was so looking forward to tonight. They had agreed to meet at 8 o'clock. It was now 6, and he just couldn't wait. He was still undressing Brad in his mind, while rubbing on his cock, hard. He had just showered and was standing in the middle of his apartment, naked, his 7-inch cut cock standing erect, upwards, throbbing.
Jake stopped stroking. He didn't want to waste his juice. He wanted this juice to fill Brad: down Brad's throat, up Brad's ass. The whole day Jake has been fantasizing about what he would do to Brad. In a couple of hours, seemed like eternity, he would be with Brad. How could he control himself until then? He considered a beer, but decided against that. He didn't want to smell of alcohol. He had splashed his favorite after shave lotion and rubbed deodorant all over his body, Armani Code. He must smell great, for Brad. But he couldn't stop himself from lighting a cigarette. He inhaled deeply, forcing himself not to touch his dick. He would brush his teeth later.
Jake envisioned Brad kneeling, sucking him off, licking his hairy balls, running his hands inside his thighs, slurping up his hair trail, looking at him greedily.
Oh, man, if he kept this up he might shoot his load without even touching himself. He dressed: blue- striped briefs, jeans, polo shirt. Looking in the mirror, he decided that he looked pretty smart, quite sexy, actually. He was wondering how Brad would like him naked. He needed for Brad to like him, to lust for him, to receive his cock deep inside him.
It was 8. Jake got to Brad's place. Brad buzzed him up; Jake's heart was beating fast. Brad opened the door to his apartment and Jake walked in. Brad was smiling, naked except for a pair of white briefs. He looked deliciously sexy. Jake thought: I will fuck him NOW! But he held back, somehow. His eyes feasted on Brad's hot body. Brad looked so sexy that Jake almost fainted: smooth chest, lean and chiseled torso, hairy legs, perfection, attractive package. AND the smile! Jake moved towards Brad, as if in a dream, pulling Brad to him. Tentatively, he placed his lips on Brad's, not taking his eyes off Brad's face. Jake closed his eyes and moaned. Oh, man, he was thinking, this hot guy wants me. Jake pressed his body onto Brad's, one arm around the naked waist, feeling the body heat. His other hand was at the back of Brad's head, pressing Brad's face onto his, his tongue forcing Brad's lips to open. Jake slid into Brad's mouth. Oh, he tasted of mint, Jake realized. Had Brad just brushed his teeth? For him? Fuck, Jake must taste horrible, of tobacco, even though he brushed his teeth! Shit. He should quit smoking. He pulled himself away, not daring to think of the idea that Brad might reject him because of the awful taste and smell of cigarettes on his breath and in his mouth.
"Let me brush my teeth," Jake whispered, his body still glued onto Brad.
"Oh, Jake, no," Brad said, taking a deep breath. He licked Jake's lower lip. "I love the way you taste, the way you smell. It's so manly."
Manly? Tobacco? Jake was thinking that was more like disgusting. But Brad liked it.
Brad moved away towards the center coffee table, reached inside the drawer, and took out a packet of cigarettes. Jake was delighted. He immediately lit up, trying to control his shaking hand. Brad watched him.
"You look so sexy, Jake."
Jake smiled at him and puffed some smoke up in the air. Manly, huh? Brad, baby, Jake said in his mind, I will show you manly, soon, oh so fucking soon.
Jake watched Brad watching him. Slowly, he moved towards Brad. They embraced.
Jake kissed Brad deep, tongue probing down his throat. He slid his hand inside Brad's briefs and felt his butt. Firm. Yes. Just as he liked it. He fingered the crack; the hole twitched against his probing finger.
Brad moaned into his mouth. He ground against Brad, feeling the erection. Still kissing Brad, Jake pushed the tip of his finger inside the twitching hole. His other hand fumbled at his polo shirt, trying to pull it off, wanting to be naked with this god inside his arms.
"Let me, baby," Brad told him in a low, throaty voice.
Jake let him. Brad undressed Jake slowly, absorbing every inch of his body as Jake watched, getting hornier each second. Brad ran his hands down Jake's hairy chest, the hairy trail. He unbuttoned Jake's jeans, pulled them down. Jake was looking at the top of Brad's head as Brad rubbed his hand gently over Jake's striped briefs, feeling his cock. Jake shuddered at the touch. He played with Brad's hair.
Brad looked up at Jake, the smile was back, and then he turned his attention back to Jake's crotch.
"Oh, my," Brad exclaimed as he took Jake's cock out. "Love it." He kissed the head and Jake's knees went weak. His lips, yes, around the head. Warm. Wet. Hungry: For Jake's cock! "Suck me, baby," Jake said as he arched his back giving Brad more shaft. His hands fondled Brad's hair, played with his ears, down under his chin, pulling him closer. His cock slid into the beautiful mouth. He could feel the pressing of Brad's lips around the shaft, now getting slick with spit, the flicking of Brad's tongue around his cock head under the ridge of his knob. Brad's hands cupped Jake's hairy balls, teasing, fondling, knowing that there was special juice for him in them.
Jake's moans were getting louder. He was really enjoying the blow job. He was almost ready to shoot when he realized that he hadn't yet seen Brad totally naked. Brad was still in his briefs, kneeling in front of him, servicing his dick.
"Stand up, Brad." Jake pulled Brad off his cock, regretfully.
He stripped down Brad's undies. Brad's dick sprang out, pencil-thin but long, even longer than Jake's by his first estimate. Jake held it in the palm of his hand, pulling back the foreskin, unsheathing the glistening pinkish head. Brad threw his head back.
Jake loved uncut dicks. His own was cut and mushroomed, thick. But Brad's rod slid through the foreskin easily.
Brad fisted Jake's cock in return using his spit as lube to stroke Jake. They stood facing each other, playing with each other's dick and Jake recalled his silly offer of mutual masturbation of last night. He laughed.
"What?" Brad asked.
"Yesterday? I suggested we jerk off? We are doing it now."
"Yea. That was tacky, Jake."
Jake kissed Brad again. He couldn't get enough of Brad's beautiful mouth, the mint taste was now mixed with his precum. Gently, he pushed Brad back onto the sofa and climbed on top of him. Their bodies locked onto each other, grinding, heaving, kissing deeply. Jake's mouth moved away from Brad's lips and slid down onto his neck. He licked, nibbled, sucked, bit on Brad's neck, Brad's nipples, Brad's abs, Brad's balls. He went on to lick inside Brad's crack, feel the twitching hole. Brad writhed under him.
"Oh, Jake, yes, please, Jake, baby. Make love to me," Brad moaned.
Jake pulled down Brad's foreskin and gobbled on his long dick. He stared up at Brad's face as the long uncut cock disappeared inside his mouth. His finger found Brad's hole and he probed it. Brad's moans were getting louder. He raised his legs, moving his butt against Jake's finger, his crotch at Jake's face, his cock buried in Jake's mouth.
"Fuck me, Jake," he begged.
Did Jake need begging? It was he who should beg to fuck this beautiful body lying under him, hot and sweating.
Jake lay on top of Brad, his hard rod sliding into Brad's crack. He lifted Brad's ass and fisted his own cock, rubbing the mushroomed head up and down, trying to find the hole, now wet with his spit. He looked down at his own body as he lifted himself supported by his hands. He loved the way his hairy pubes, his thick cock ready to fuck, looked.
Brad's hole twitched against the probing cock head. Still fisting his cock Jake thrust into the hole and penetrated. Brad cried out.
"Hurt, baby?"
"Fucking right," Brad grunted. "But more. Go deeper, you fucker."
Brad pulled Jake's head down and forced his tongue inside Jake's mouth as the eager cock drove inside him. Jake thrust all the way in and ground. Both young men moaned and grunted as the fucking began.
Straightening on his knees, Jake held onto Brad's ankles, lifting his ass further up to get more access into the deliciously tight fuck hole. His cock was slick as it slid out of the tunnel. Then he pushed back in. Deep. Brad moaned. His hole muscle squeezed tightly around the cock shaft, milking it.
Jake started to go faster, harder, deeper, watching his cock disappear between Brad's ass cheeks under his balls. Brad reached down and fondled his fucker's balls as Jake rammed him. Jake was sweating. He pulled out, turned Brad over on his belly and rode him, his body lying fully on top of Brad pressing hom down onto the sofa, his mouth on the nape, licking sideways to Brad's ear, forcing Brad's head around so he could reach his sweet lips. He pounded him hard.
How long could Jake delay his ejaculation? His balls were full, so eager to shoot the juice. But he needed for this to last. Brad was delicious under him. He was going faster, more urgently. There was no way he could hold back. He needed to cum. He had to have his release.
"Cumming, baby. Going to fill you." And Jake exploded, deep, forever.
Brad was lying still, under Jake, feeling his weight, as Jake's cock flexed and dripped inside his body.
"Baby, oh man, what a fuck," Brad mumbled into the cushion under his face cheek. Jake stayed inside him. Jake's breathing was heavy and his sweat was all over Brad's back. But Jake didn't want to pull out of Brad.
"I love you, baby," he moaned into Brad's ear, grinding his crotch on the firm butt, his cock engorged, still eager. Slowly, Jake resumed the fucking as his dick got hard inside the fuck hole.
"Fuck, Jake," Brad grunted. "Again? Oh, fuck. You're suck a fuck machine, baby. I love you, too. Make love to me, Jake. Fuck me."
Jake went at it with passion and lust. His own cum lubed him more and he slid in and out easily, his cock fitting inside the hole perfectly.
"I'm going to shoot," Brad moaned under him. Brad hadn't touched himself. He was grinding into the sofa in rhythm with Jake's thrusts. Jake went faster, feeling the second buildup in his balls.
The two men exploded simultaneously.