Meeting Him. by Kenneth Leahy
It was raining. Not that it made much of a difference to me, actually I like the rain. Partly because the streets were always less crowded when it rained, and partly because the city somehow smelled cleaner when it rained.
So it was raining, and I walked down the deserted street wearing only a light outer coat and feeling my hair become plastered to my head. My clothes were drenched, but I didn't care, the water made my shirt cling to my well defined chest, where the open coat did not cover, and my nipples were soft peaks in the cold. The water was dripping down my strong jaw-line and down to my tight jeans where a sizable bulge could be seen.
I chuckled softly to myself the occasional person darted past holding book, papers or coats over their head to keep the rain off of them. I knew it was futile, no one ever succeeded and they all got wet. I was watching one such person, a pretty female (if you are into that type), when I saw the diner.
Kelstro's was tucked into a small pocket between two large buildings, So small and shadowed that it was clear why I had never seen it before. Now that I had seen it, however, I instantly fell in love with it. I ran across the street and into the diner. Inside it was quiet, there was soft, dim lighting and music playing in the background. The few tables were all empty and the only other person was sitting at the counter.
He was, in my opinion, perfect. His body could have been sculpted of marble it was so hard. And his muscles rippled under his skin as he turned to look at me. He had soft blue eyes that contrasted his jet black hair. His voice . . . God to have that voice in a bottle.
"Hi." he said. The sound of it had me about to swoon.
"Hello." Was all I could think to say as I glanced about for the proprietor.
"In the back," He said as if reading my mind "I'm sure that she'll be back soon. Care to sit down?"
I took the invitation, and sat next to him. I hoped that I didn't make him uncomfortable by being so close, but by the look in his eyes he didn't. We talked for a while, discussing everything imaginable, from politics to the latest baseball game. It was so easy to talk to him that I soon forgot where I was. It wasn't until the town clock struck five that I remembered that I had only been planning on a walk, and I had left the dog in the house.
As I got up to leave, and began excusing myself a look of almost panic crossed his face, I hoped that I had not imagined it, but I knew that it was too good to be true. I had sat there with him for two hours and he had shown no signs of being inclined toward guys. It was almost a disappointment as I shook his hand, That is, until he pulled me in and kissed my lips. I was frozen in shock for a few seconds before I was able to react enough to kiss him back.
"Do you have to go?" He asked as the kiss finally broke.
"Unfortunately, yes I do. My dog . . ."
"May I come with you?"
I was shocked. This . . . This god wanted to come with ME! I was in heaven, I had to be. I was barely about to squeak out a "Yes."
The walk to my house was lost as my head spun, every so often I would glance at him, and he was smiling, every now and then he caught my eye, and would wink.
We got to my house and I put the dog out, then turned to look at him. There was a mix of passion and lust in his eyes and he kissed me again.
We moved to the bedroom and I pushed him down onto the bed and moved to his belt, which I quickly unbuckled. Immediately I also undid his pants button and slide the zipper down. I pulled his pants off and caressed the growing bulge in his underwear. I was rewarded with his loud moan, which enticed me to dig deeper. What I found shocked and pleased me. He had a huge cock, it must have been at least 9 1/2 inches and it was thick! My mouth watered and my throat made a low growl as I looked at it.
Without warning him, I plunged my mouth down on the shaft, relaxing my throat so that I could take it all, even then I gagged the first time. But once I had it down my throat I proceeded to suck him like I've never sucked before. His moans filled the room and he began thrusting his hips up into my mouth.
I move around and he pulled my cock out of my pants and took it into his mouth I moaned and thrust down. He gobbled all 7 1/2 inches of me without gagging once. I felt my pants slide down my ass and his fingers begin to rim me. My moans not matched his and I thrust deeply into his throat. I had just about to release his cock to warn him that I was bout to cum, but it was too late, My load shot into him mouth and down his throat. And he swallowed it all, then returned the favor by shooting a huge amount of cum into my mouth. I later referred to the amount as "bucketful's" I tried to swallow it all, but some dribbled down my chin. We pulled out and move to kiss each other, on the lips, he cleaned his cum off my chin and then snuggled into my arms.
"I Love You" I whispered.
"I know. I Love You too."
We fell asleep, wrapped up in each others arms. The next week he moved in and we have lived together since.