Surprise Packaging
It was an unfamiliar scene inside the old pub on the little town's outskirts, I'd moved to the area recently hoping for fewer distractions, of late my research had become mired in controversy and I needed lots of time just to think and take stock. As for the pub, there were low rafters, polished brass and copper, gleaming tankards hung above the bar - very pleasant. The customers were as you would expect, a mix of farmers and small businessmen that evening, a worthy but hum drum lot though friendly enough. One did stand out though, incongruous, he wore a sloppy sweater and tight jeans, perhaps early twenties, no more - but it was the face, pouting lips, long eye lashes and eyes, huge brown eyes. Topping it he had the loveliest curls. I couldn't help myself, he was a real eyeful and when he turned, there was the tender swell of buttocks neatly clad in tight denim. Oh my.....he seemed to be local, that is - he appeared to fit in with most of the others when they formed their little groups, that surprised me since his almost elfin beauty looked vaguely out of place amongst them.. Anyway, I sat and worshiped from afar, after all I had my work to consider. It was probably this preoccupation with work that brought things to a head because it was sometime during the next week that it happened, absently wandering back to my corner with a drink I bumped something, something that went "Ooops!". A glance at my glass showed it to be half full...and I could tell where the remainder had gone, a dark stain ran down the front of the boy's pullover. Muttering inane appologies I offered a clean handkerchief, to my relief he smilingly accepted and he began to dabb away. That was the beginning, I needed a top up of course and offered him a drink at the same time, then invited him to join me....he hesitated and a delicate blush crept up his neck then still hesitant, he followed.
The boy's name was Brian, his father was the local vicar - which explained his acceptance in the Pub and he'd just finished at University. He was easy to talk to and became quite animated, I for my part could barely keep my eyes off him, he'd notice my gaze and that blush would appear. He was enchanting, those long legs were so temptingly close, at one stage his thigh brushed mine and...it remained there! We both fell silent, his direct gaze met mine, I held it for a while then raised an eyebrow questioningly - he nodded. Relieved, I pressed against him more firmly, and noted that his breathing had quickened, for my part I had that hollow feeling in my tummy that comes of arousal and excitement so in an aside I murmered "I really, really would like to be alone with you...just for a little bit...what do you think?" His hand shook as he clutched his glass, then "Well, not far you know and have to be so careful here....gossip....say...I meet you...in the car park?"
It was late evening in early Autumn, a comfortable darkness had set in and it was possible to distinguish large objects but not their detail. I waited breathless, tummy full of butterflies and then, a willowy figure appeared then halted uncertainly, I closed the gap between us and putting arms around him, drew him close. He stiffened in panic...."we'll be seen, not here...please!" I whispered a reassurance "Just look around, in this light we'll just be two figures, they'll assume it a man and a woman...just wait..!" So saying I pressed his slight body close and searched for his lips...reluctantly they parted, then he relaxed and began to kiss me back, soon I felt arms around my neck...and time passed. Blurred figures passed us, he glanced at them amused and with a sort of gleeful satisfaction, little teeth gleamed in his face, his mischievous smile said it all "they see two figures in a clinch but don't realise..." Soon my boy was shivering, his hormones had well and truly kicked in. "It's dreadful, I know but could we please walk somewhere, somewhere sort of - private - there's something I, well want it, badly, sort of...you know...you don't mind? Oh no I'm saying it all wrong...but know what I mean?" I did know what he meant...I was in a bad way myself, aching balls - the works! To give it emphasis his hard penis was pressing against me, I could feel it through his clothes - he'd be feeling mine too no doubt!
I let the boy lead me, he was a local after all and should know of "safe" spots nearby and eventually after passing through thickets and bushes, he paused in a small clearing..."This will do us...now I want to ...do something...will you watch..?" Puzzled, I stood, he began to undress starting from waist down, his curly head bent low and off came shoes then he straightened to release his belt, slowly he eased off his Jeans and I craned to see, he turned from me at the last minute, bare buttocks visible in the gloom, perfect shapes atop gleaming thighs...but now he was turning, his top garments bunched tight against his tummy, splendidly naked from the waist down. I've always found a half naked youth irresistable, it seems to accentuate his nakedness if yoou see what I mean? The lovely boy stood there, penis erect and - oh those long smooth legs..they were nylon clad...yes roll top nylons came to the tops of his thighs....he did a slow pirouette and I found my breathing growing laboured, "Well then, do you like what you see? Still want to ...do things then...?" I said nothing and he looked nervous, in reply I could only breath "Just stay there, just like that..." and feverishly groping, took my throbbing penis in hand as I admired the graceful youth standing there half naked, and began to masturbate. A slow smile suffused his face and he turned with buttocks toward me, bent over and rummaged in his discarded pants, coming up with a tube of something. He squeezed the content on to his fingers before thrusting them up himself, moving his hips suggestively as he did so "See, I was prepared...I'd been hoping we'd bump into each other.." he giggled and stood there invitingly. I was mesmerised by the long smooth nylon clad legs, the tight dark curls at their junction and pretty penis, rock hard and pointing to the night sky. "Well, do you want to fuck me or not....please, I've been waiting long enough.." He simpered prettily, long lashes fluttering then without further ado he crouched down to lay flat on his back in the grass, legs drawn up and wide appart "Do it to me like this...please, I want to watch your face as you come in...you won't hurt me either...just come in...please...". Lying there he was lovely, kneeling between those thighs I muttered a prayer of thanks, then aiming for the pink gleaming hole I gently but formly pressed in..his eyes flew wide open and his lips parted in a teasing smile "Go on, you can go much further thatn that, I want all of you in me...see, lift mylegs up more.." and sure enough I slid in another inch. Funnily enough I avoided looking in his eyes or face, I knew I'd cum at once if I did that instead I concentrated on making it last. It must have worked because after a few minutes I felt a warm gush of his sperm between us "Don't mind me, just keep on, more, I'm greedy, I know...keep going...yes, oh yes oh what a lovely fuck..." It was too much, I went over the edge....
Eventually I lay beside him on the grass running fingers through his dark curls, he pouted a kiss and idly I fingered his penis, it stiffened which was all I needed, shifting my position I lowered my head and took him in my mouth, an upward glance showed his aglow, eyes dancing and lips parted. As I sucked I let my hands wander over smooth gleaming thighs and silky nylons, then as his hips rose and fell prepared to receive his warm fluids for this was truly a boy to savour!