This story is fiction based on one personal experience.
ONE
I am 32, fit and single with a good job in a printing firm. Although I've dated girls over the years, my mind was never really focused... on girls. At night in my apartment my mind was focused on pictures of teen boys from the net. A fairly safe pastime from which I got a lot of pleasure.
I left work on Thursday at 9.30, preferring to work late, and stopped as usual to get gas at the local station before heading home. After filling up and cleaning the windscreen I walked into the station to pay. There was a guy serving, a new guy, who always triggered something inside me. The name on his ID tag said "Joshua" and he was taller than me, with a friendly face, no trendy hair style and glasses. He had a great smile and looked no more than 20. It was always very busy and we never spoke. This night... I was the only customer.
"Forty-two bucks sir, will there be anything else?" he said.
My mind went blank. I can't figure out what it was about him... he just looked nice, young and very innocent. The glasses gave him that sort of nerdy, student look.
"Um..."
I was lost for words and simply handed over my credit card. Josh deftly swiped the card and waited for the receipt to print. A radio was playing in the back somewhere and he hummed and tapped his fingers to the song. Then the printer made a choking noise and stopped. Joshua looked at me and sort of twitched his nose as his eyebrows rose up. He had a nice nose and very "kissable" lips.
"This is the third time tonight!" he said, trying to clear the jammed paper.
As he bent over the machine, I stole a look at his solid back and arse, all covered by fairly tight fitting black pants! Wow!
"Sorry sir, but I don't think I can give you a receipt, not until the boss comes in. He can fix this stupid thing."
Joshua stood up, looking a little sweaty from the warm night and the frustration caused by the printer.
"It's ok." I said as words came back to me from somewhere. "I can call back and pick it up."
"I finish at 11. I can have it ready for you." Joshua smiled.
My mind flashed. I froze. Some demon urged me to be daring, for once!
"Ok... Joshua," I said, pretending to read his ID tag, "I'll call back at 11... and take you out for a cup of coffee!"
He stared at me... not blank, not puzzled... just stared. There was a short but very painful silence.
"Why would you want to do that?" he said, wiping a trail of sweat from his upper lip.
My next words could either land me in jail... or in bed.
"Ah... because it's not your fault... and you are... ", my heart was doing it's own triple by-pass, "... you are very attractive...."
Silence again.
"... and I would like to simply buy you a coffee and have a chat... spend some time with you... that's all."
The lump in my throat felt bigger than any lump I'd ever seen in a pair of jeans!
Silence again. Joshua shifted from side to side... and then handed my credit card back.
"Thank you sir. Have a nice evening." he gave a shy smile, "and... I'll just wait out the front at 11."
"Ahh.... ok." I said. I looked at him for a moment and then fled the store.
All the way home, which is only one block, I expected to see flashing lights in the rear-view. But the streets were quiet, not so my heart!
TWO
I had an hour and fifteen minutes to kill. Enough time to either have a shower, come to my senses, go to church, iron a shirt, watch Friends, have a wank or get drunk! Maybe I should call my mother and confess! Or do all of the above!
At 5 minutes before 11, I was in the car, in my freshly ironed shirt, parked discreetly right in front of gas station. Subtle! I waited. I could see Joshua and another guy, the boss I presumed, sorting out paper work and pinning notices of the day board. Seemed to take forever. Then Joshua went to a room out back and vanished. I waited 10 minutes. Then another 10. My heart sank and any hint of a hard-on went with it. I felt stupid. I turned the key and prepared to drive home when Joshua knocked on the passenger window. Shit! If I drove a convertible, I would have been in orbit! My head literally hit the roof!
"Sorry... had to change and tidy up." he said opening the door and climbing in.
Joshua had changed into track pants and a t-shirt. No fuss, all navy and plain. He looked even younger! I was gripping the steering wheel like someone hanging from a tight-rope. Another silence while Joshua fixed his seat belt. He turned and smiled.
"Well... ok.... any good places for coffee?" I asked, stupidly.
"I don't really like coffee Paul, if you're just after sex, then we can go to my place. I live alone."
I was stunned.
"How... you...?" I stammered.
"Your name is on your credit card. I've seen you lots of times in here." he smiled again. "Just turn left next block, then right."
I drove. I kept to the limit, though it felt like I was driving at 500 miles an hour. No flashing lights anywhere! Phew!
THREE
I sat on a comfortable couch, but felt like I was perched on a steel spike! Joshua simply invited me inside, turned down the lights and then stood in front of me.
"I haven't done this before" he announced.
"Ahhhh... me neither."
Silence. Joshua simply took his clothes off in front of me and stood there. My heart gave up, my throat went dry and my brain said "be back for you in the morning".
Joshua had a smooth, slim body, just perfect. His cock was perfect! Just the perfect size, cut and thick. He looked so much like one of my pictures, I almost reached for the mouse to click and enlarge!
"Not sure if I can get it up with another guy... but feel it if you want."
My cock took over where my brain left off. I stood up, removed all my clothes and faced Joshua in all my stiff glory! Seven inches cut... average glory. He looked me up and down. Silence again. And again. Finally, I reached out to took hold of his soft cock. He closed his eyes. I felt his perfect balls, ran my fingers through his pubes and even slid my hand between his legs to feel his crack. He said nothing. Just opened his legs a bit wider. His cock began to swell a little.
Time to move quick I thought.
"Lie down Josh." I said quietly.
He did, spreading his legs open wide and stretching his arms above his head. What a sight! Smooth bod, little black tufts under his arms, still soft cock sitting on his nice balls. I went to work. For the next 10 minutes I felt everything, rubbed everything and then, as his cock started to swell a bit more, licked and sucked his balls.
Now he was hard... nothing amazing, just 7 inches of teenage dick!... in my mouth! Joshua was silent, just moving his body slightly. My own cock had gone to Mars and back! I felt under his balls and tried to find his arse, which made him tense up a bit. I could smell it... but he didn't seem to keen. Instead, I just lay on top of him and rubbed my cock against his. This was bliss for a few minutes, then I felt a finger in my crack!
Josh started to rub his face against mine while his finger found my hole. Wham! I blew all over his cock and chest! Damn it! Could not hold it any longer. Josh groaned a bit, grinding his hard cock into mine, wiggling his finger around my arse, then he blew with a loud yelp and a big load! Damn again! I wanted to see it!
Sticky as ever... I rolled away from him to see a still hard cock! It was so perfect, all I could do was stroke it gently and smell the scents that filled the room. We stayed like that for ages. This time the silence was okay.
"Do you like mine? Josh broke the silence.
"Yeah, it's perfect." I said staring into nowhere, "Your body is just... just perfect."
"No, I have a scar in my arse!" Josh said excited.
He then rolled over and went on his hands and knees, arse pointing right at me, spreading his cheeks wide.
"See, just near my hole, there's a red scar."
Well I just had to look!
"I sat on a piece of broken glass when I was little and cut my arse!" his finger was searching for the scar, "Can you see it?"
My finger found it. He had a small scar about an inch from his hole, hardly noticeable but then, not usually visible I guess!
"Yep! I see it alright. Must have hurt!"
"It's ok now. That was 10 years ago! Feel it more if you want Paul."
Silence! I thought of my digital camera, sitting idle on my desk at work. Too bad. Instead, I reached around and found Josh's cock, semi-soft, and gently wanked it. He groaned a bit. I rubbed his balls. He groaned some more, all while I'm staring at this perfect arsehole...
"I don't want to do that stuff, but you can look."
Josh was so innocent, so honest. I decided to be thankful for what I got.
"It's ok Josh... I don't either. Just want to wank together."
He rolled over to face me. For the first time, he reached out and held my cock. Smiling, he rubbed and squeezed, explored my balls and even gave me a very short suck. His grin just said it all.
Eventually we made some hot chocolate, chatted, had another feeling session.... and another blow each! Then time for home, bed, sleep and work, so off I went.
Checking my gas level at least once a week! Josh is happy to assist!