This morning, three young guys came to my workplace to demonstrate a new computer system. I was one of the people in the room sitting down as the presentation was being made. One of these three young men interested me.
Now, it probably doesn't surprise you that this should be the case. After all you're reading a story on a gay story archive and men being attracted to other men would hardly be unusual in such a context.
Well, it surprised and delighted me to feel this way about this young man. I'm very often attracted to women but seldom to men, so seldom in fact that I think the last time I saw a man, whom I thought was hot, would have been about three years ago. When I do see a man I like though, it's very often lust at first sight, big time, so that my whole being becomes lost in a fantasy. I read the stories in the Nifty Archive but I have to fantasise about sexy men since I almost never see any man in real life whom I do actually want.
Well, I expect you're anxious to hear a description of my hottie. I suppose he'd be perhaps twenty-three years old. During his presentation, he was standing up wearing black polished shoes, the stylish black pants of his business suit, a white cotton shirt, and a blue and yellow tie. He wasn't very tall, perhaps only five foot seven; he had a nice slim waist, a cute masculine chest, and some stubble on his young chin. His hair was blond.
I was tired after a long morning, and couldn't listen to what he was saying.
I'd have found the talk tedious were it not for the fact that I suddenly had the hots for him. This was such a delightful and unexpected distraction, given that men normally do nothing for me sexually.
I wondered what his little butt was like. I thought about whether he was wearing boxers or perhaps nice white briefs...mmm. Was he circumcised or not? I imagined him uncut; I wanted to think of him that way. Indeed he probably wouldn't be, given that I live in a European city.
I thought of kissing him and feeling his butt through he suit, caressing each cheek. I thought of his soft moans as I had my way with him, giving him unexpected pleasure. How I longed to kneel and slowly undo his pants and nuzzle my face into his boxers or briefs, wondering what his cock looks like. And then slowly revealing it, his prized possession! I wanted to play with the foreskin between my fingers, and retract it to reveal his cock head glistening with precum. I'd think about the best way to make him cum, and how I might cum all over his amazing body. I wanted to smell and taste the delightful fruit of his raging, exploding cock. I wanted to apply my tongue to his chest, his nipples and every other part of this hot guy's body, taking in the smell the texture of it.
Later in my bed, I thought of him there with me, his head on the white pillow after a crazy session of sex with me, our bodies covered with our own and each other's drying cum. After all why bother to clean up after such wonderful exertions?
Well, eventually his talk came to and end and I went out of the room with this jerk-off fantasy that will remain in my head for a long time to come. Later in the day I spotted him, in a bookstore wearing black jeans on his oh so very cute butt ... and a black tee-shirt!
If you like this true story, please let me know, perhaps adding your own ideas about a sex session with a guy like the one I've described, one where both people are more than willing participants.
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