<I guess you have to be over 18 to read this, but that's up to you. Any comments, please send to rad_18@mailcity.com; I would love to hear them! Aslo, please don't distribute this anywhere else (copyright stuff and all that jazz).>
I thought we could all relate :)
Nervous as Hell, Part 1
I was scared shitless! I must have turned my car around at least three times before I finally summoned up the courage to drive downtown. My throat was dry and despite the five gallons of antiperspirant I slathered under each armpit, I was sweating like crazy. My underwear was probably soaked in sweat as well. I must smell like some dog locked out under a hot sun, so I might as well turn back, this time for good, I reasoned to myself. But another voice spoke up within me, and despite the fact that it was soaked with fear, it managed to blurt out , This is the only chance you are going to get in a long time! It has to be tonight!
And before the opposing side could counter-attack in my head, I found myself parked two blocks away from the bar, the engine shut off, with only the sound of the rain to accompany the earthquake tremors of my heart. I hung my head for what seemed like an eternity, trying to clear my mind, calm my fears. What if someone sees me? What if I run into one of my friends? Of course I have already been through this argument a trillion times in the past few hours. They would have as much to explain as I would! was the logical answer. Logic, of course, can barely swim in a sea of fear complete with tidal waves of doubt.
It had to be tonight. My parents left early this morning for a long weekend together at the cabin, and I was expected to join them tomorrow evening. I told them I already had plans to go out with my friends tonight, that it was my friend, Marc's, 18th birthday, and I could never miss such an important night as that, now could I? In reality, it was Marc's birthday last weekend. Actually, he, along with the rest of my friends, thought I left with my parents. It was all a clever ruse to get the place to myself for just one night. My original plan was spend it in front of my Dad's computer, surfing the web and checking out all the gay porn I possibly could in fifteen hours. I had it all prepared - a virgin box of Kleenex, a half bottle of hand lotion, an old towel to put underneath my Dad's chair. After all, it's pretty rare to jerk off
to naked pictures of guys screwing like animals when you don't have your own computer and are as paranoid of being discovered as I am!
The minute their car left the driveway at 10 am this morning, I was in the den, my pants left somewhere in the hallway, my white Calvin's barely containing my raging hardon as I booted the computer. However, when I got up to collect my Kleenex and stuff while the Windows logo was stretching it's fifteen seconds into seemly fifteen hours, a super horny thought nearly floored me :
What if I snuck into a gay bar tonight?
Just the idea caused my heart to jump into warp speed and my dirty imagination to overflow with positively randy scenarios. I feel to the floor just in front of the door to the den, yanked down my Calvin's and jerked my titanium-hard cock only half a dozen times before spraying cum everywhere!
When I came to, I felt my cum on my right cheek, my chest, in my belly-button, and all over the back of my right hand, which was still gripping my hard dick. Even though I just blew one of my best wads, even though I was still reeling a bit from the force of my orgasm, my hand - knowing only that it had a hard dick in it's grip - instinctively began stroking again. My cum was providing a fantastic lubricant. Without thinking, my left hand wiped the splat on my cheek and smeared it on my slightly parted lips.
Holy SHIT!!! My mind screamed. I was never able to, in my nine years of jacking off, have been able to remain horny enough to eat my own cum, even though I have tried to force myself time and time again. Seconds after my tongue encountered that smooth, salty, chlorine- like taste, did my second orgasm hit me. "Holy fuck!" I instinctively shouted out loud, a first as well, since I had years of practice suppressing my moaning. Only two shots came out, but my balls and muscles continued to pump for what seemed like an eternity before I finally lay in utter, fantastic, fucking supreme peace!
I must have a pretty fucked up sight! A "wholesome", good-looking, just a month past eighteen-year-old boy, sprawled on the floor, half way between the hallway and the den, with cum all over him (and God knows what else it splattered on), and the biggest, dreamiest grin that his face could hold. I never felt so great in my life! My dick softened slightly, and was still in my now slimy grip.
I was lost in that dreamland just after the greatest cum of your life, when the idea presented itself to me again. My dick wanted to get fully hard again, but not even an eighteen-year-old can have three massive orgasms in a row.
Why not? I thought, completely safe in that cloud world that I was currently floating in. After all, no one is expecting you to be home tonight, never-the-less in the city! It's perfect! I could finally fulfill my fantasy of being with another guy! I must have dozed for about half an hour and dreamed about the possibilities before being summoned back into a consciousness by my once again hard cock. Again, it only took a few strokes before I dribbled out some mostly-clear fluid. With my balls aching slightly, I finally got up and cleaned up the place.
Even with my horniness satisfied, the idea would not go away. Fuck, even with the soreness in my balls, my cock never fully went limp. The idea was lodged into my mind, much like that feeling when you know something that is so astounding, so profound that you are actually afraid to find out that it really is true. And as the hours passed, the nervousness grew, until I was shivering with just the idea of acting on it.
And before I knew it, here I was, parked far away enough from "GoodThing" gay bar that my car could not be associated with the place if discovered. Here I was, slightly calmer after reviewing the day, somewhat amused that the car windows were completely fogged up with the rain and my nervous panting that if anyone did stumble upon my vehicle, they would wonder what was going on in here!
With what seemed to be a final breath before jumping off the high tower at the pool, I opened the car door, and stepped shivering into the rain.
Part two coming soon!
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