Craig was nineteen and he knew it all.
He had been on the edges of the scene since before he was legally old enough and he knew how to get what he wanted. He looked good, always working at his body to maintain his tight stomach, defined pecs and rounded arse that he knew the "Punters" liked. He never overdid it, he didn't want to look like a bodybuilder, just enough to keep him trim and in shape. He had learned a long time ago that the right guy could be generous when he saw the chance of getting his hands on that body.
Craig never asked for money, but he had perfected several ways of getting something for his trouble. He never approached guys, preferring to hang about near public toilets or outside gay bars waiting for a potential "client". Invariably they would start with some small talk, and if they said something like "What are you up to", he would reply "I'm trying to make my mind up, I have seen a CD I really want, but I can't really afford it, I'm trying to figure out what I can do to get the money". Usually he got the money given to him, or if they bought a CD for him, he could make sure it was sealed, then take it back later and get "his" money back. Another gambit was, "I came into town to buy some clothes, but I can't afford the jacket/trousers I really want".
Don't get me wrong, Craig wasn't just in it for the money, he loved sex, all kinds of sex, rough or smooth. He found very early that he was born to have a prick buried inside him. It was the greatest feeling of his young life. If he saw a guy he fancied, he would make a play for him, it was just that if he could get something extra out of it, then his day was complete. Another ploy was to find a guy with a car and say, "I know a really great quiet spot where we can do anything we like without being discovered. It is a bit out of town, but 100% safe". The guy would take him to where he directed, not knowing it was ten minutes walk from Craig's home, saving him the trouble and expense of a bus.
Actually, Craig preferred "Doing it" in a car, there was less messing around afterwards, the guy usually wanted to zip up and get away. Craig would laugh and say he could identify any make of car just by the back seat. He even did it in a Rolls Royce once, OK the guy was a chauffeur, but it still counted.
So, that was Craig's life. He had finished school but hadn't found a job, so every chance he had he headed into town, and if the Gods were with him he would have good sex and a little money in his pocket afterwards. He never really wanted any more, if any guy tried to see him again, he would say, "Yes, sure, I'm always around". He never really wanted a "return performance" because he enjoyed the thrill of the unknown with each new guy, besides, he could hardly pull the "I need new jeans but I don't have enough money" scam a second time.
Until he met Jim^Å
It was just another day, a Thursday, when things could be quiet, but if his calculations were correct it was the day when most people had their monthly salary paid into the bank, so he had high hopes. Who knew, maybe he could even pull the "I'm trying to decide whether to have a burger or a milk shake" routine that had got him a few good meals in the past.
He hung around the shopping precinct for a while but it was really dead, and besides, he saw a policeman who seemed to be noticing him more recently, so he moved on to the railway station. He saw a guy of about 30 coming from one of the platforms and his insides melted. This guy was Handsome, about 6' tall, (Craig was 5'9" and preferred taller men) Italian looking with black hair and a great tan. As Craig watched him walking across the concourse the guy suddenly looked round and their eyes met for a second. Unusually for Craig, his nerve went and he looked away, normally he could stare any man down.
The guy walked across the station and went into one of the shops there. Craig looked around the station to see who else might be there when the guy came back out, walked across to where Craig stood and just stood there, no more than 5 feet away. He took a fresh packet of cigarettes from his pocket, removed the wrapping then put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, turning towards Craig and exhaling in his direction.
Was there a "Look"? Did he nod towards the exit? Craig didn't know but when the man turned and walked towards the main exit, he followed. Outside the station was a coffee shop and the man entered, so Craig went in too. At the counter the man asked for a white coffee, no sugar, then turned to Craig and said, "what will you have"? Craig managed to say "The same" but his mind was racing. This guy was GOOD. He was the coolest Craig had ever met; to anyone watching it was like they had known each other for years.
They sat by a window and "Mr Cool" introduced himself as "Jim". Instead of the usual opening remarks he just said, "Been hanging round long"? Craig protested that he wasn't hanging around, but all that got him was a look and a half smile. He insisted that he had only stopped there because he was trying to work out how he could afford to buy a CD he wanted without leaving him without his fare home.
"Then there is no problem", said Jim, "You buy a ticket, get home safely, then save up until you have enough to buy the CD, I'm sure it will still be available next week". "Well, that didn't go plan," thought Craig. He looked at Jim's face and thought he saw the beginnings of a look of amusement there. They chatted about the day, the weather, sport, then Jim said "Well, unless you would like us to have some fun together, I really should be going" "Yes", said Craig, slightly faster than he meant to, "That is, I would like to ^Å^Å^Å have fun" He then added "If you have a car I know a great place outside of town^Å" "I don't have my car with me, but there is a train in seven minutes time that takes us practically to my door, it's only a ten minute ride, what do you think?"
Shit, this guy wasn't playing by the rules, but he was the most handsome thing Craig had ever seen, "O.K.", he said, "Lets go".
Back at Jim's flat, they were hardly in the front door when Craig made a grab for Jim, kissing him hard on the lips. Jim responded fully, exploring Craig's mouth with his tongue, then slowly he pushed Craig back and said, "Slow down, Tiger, we have plenty of time". He led Craig into the lounge and said "Make yourself comfortable, put some music on". Craig studied the hundreds of CDs on the shelves; all categorised and arranged alphabetically, this guy had everything from Grand Operas to the latest chart hits. He made a few selections and when he sat down again on the sofa, Jim came in with two beers and sat beside him. Craig immediately made for Jemmy's crotch puling at the zip, but again Jim pushed him back. "What's your hurry, do you have to be somewhere else?" said Jim. "No, but you are the sexiest guy I have ever met and I cant wait to get your cock in my arse" replied Craig.
We'll see", said Jim, "But drink your beer first". They sat for about 15 minutes talking and Craig started to wonder if this guy was only into talking. Finally Jim said "Come on, I'll show you around the place". After a cursory glance into the kitchen and noting where the bathroom was, they entered the bedroom and Jim finally made a move. He pulled Craig to him and kissed him tenderly, moving his mouth to Craig's neck, licking him while working his way up to his ear. Nibbling the lobe, then sticking his tongue into the inner depths. Meanwhile he was running his hands over Craig's upper body, caressing his nipples with his fingers, running his thumbs around the outline of his pecs then moving his hands to Craig's back pulling him tightly against his body.
Craig responded by running his fingers through Jim's hair, biting his chin and grinding his raging hard-on against Jim's crotch. Eventually they parted far enough for Jim to slip his sweater over his head before pulling Craig's top off then opening his belt and helping him step out of his trousers. Craig was delighted to see that while he was smooth chested, Jim had a thick covering of black hair which covered both pectorals then headed south in a thick tail towards his navel and further
When they were both naked, the fell onto the bed and investigated every part of each other's body with their mouths, even sucking on each other's toes, something Craig had never done before, but which he found very erotic and sensual. Jim then pushed him onto his back and began licking on the inside of his thighs alternating between both legs, and moving higher all the time until he reached Craig's ball sac and licked both balls leaving them both soaking wet before sliding his tongue up the gland of his cock. He pulled back momentarily to look at his cock then pushed out his tongue and licked the tip, savouring the sweet-salt taste of Craig's pre-cum. He then slipped his mouth over the head and started to slide down Craig's 6" shaft at the same time running his fingers between his thighs, collecting the saliva he had spread there. Craig felt Jim's middle finger on his sphincter and he sighed deeply and felt himself dilate in anticipation. Slowly Jim opened him with his fingers, never breaking stroke on his cock with his mouth, then, pausing for a second, he opened the bedside drawer and took out a tube of KY and a condom. He rolled the condom over his throbbing 7" cock and presented it at the door to Paradise that lay between Craig's legs. Pushing gently, he felt Craig push towards him as he opened up and enveloped Jim, pushing down until he felt Jim's pubic hair against his arse. They started slowly, Craig on his back holding his legs up while Jim attacked and withdrew, picking up a gradually increasing rhythm. Jim stopped, pushed Craig's legs to one side then lay down behind him, then encouraged Craig to swivel around so that Jim was on his back and Craig sat astride him. For a time he would rise and fall penetrating Craig, then Craig would take over using his leg muscles to lift himself then allow himself to drop onto Jim's magnificent cock. Eventually, unable to hold back any longer, Jim started to push harder and faster. Craig responded by grabbing his own dick and working it in harmony with Jim's rhythm. Jim felt Craig's hole tighten and that was enough to push him over the edge.
As Craig's cock erupted over Jim's body, he felt Jim explode inside him. In all the years he had been getting picked up by men he had never experienced a climax like it, and for the first time in his life he wished he could do it again.
They lay quietly for what seemed an eternity, then Craig realised that the fun was over and it was time to go. He slid off the bed, picked up his clothes and said, "Do you mind if I clean myself up before I go"? "Yes, sure" said Jim, if you have to rush away, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out for a meal"
"No, I mean Yes," said Craig, No, I don't have to rush and yes, I would love to go for a meal" This was something new, getting something AFTER the sex, he had learned a long time ago to get what he could before the sex, because afterwards they weren't in a generous mood.
They went to a small restaurant two streets away from the flat, and as they sat talking over dessert, Jim suddenly asked, "That crap you pulled earlier about buying a CD, does it usually work"? Craig blushed to his roots and muttered, "Yes, sometimes". "Well, I think you are better than that", Jim said, "You shouldn't make yourself cheap like that".
Craig felt ashamed for the first time in his life and he didn't like the feeling. He knew he ruined any chance of Jim wanting to see him again.
"Do you have to be home by a certain time? Or can you stay the night?" asked Jim. Craig felt as if he would cry with relief and happiness. "No, I don't have to be home, my mother wont even notice I'm gone. Chances are she will come home half drunk after midnight with a man in tow."
"That's settled then, would you like to come home with me and spend the night together"? asked Jim. Dispelling the urge to shout, "YES, PLEASE", Craig smiled and said, "There is nothing I would like more, thank you".
That night they made love several times. One time, as Craig lay back allowing Jim to play with his cock he felt a strange sensation. Opening his eyes he saw that Jim was fitting a condom onto him. "I've never fucked anyone", he said. "Well, I think it's time you found out what you've been missing", said Jim. Rubbing some KY onto the condom then working around his own ring, Jim raised himself up and straddled Craig's dick, letting the head push against him before sliding himself onto that beautiful young piece of meat. Craig couldn't believe the sensations that ran along his cock, around his thighs and throughout his body. He climaxed over and over while watching Jim's cock spurting load after load without even touching himself.
The next morning they were sitting having breakfast and Jim asked if Craig was at school or working. He replied that he had left school but hadn't found a job yet.
"How is your English"? asked Jim, "Can you use a computer"?
"Well, my English marks were always good at school, it was my best subject, and I can find my way around a computer as well as most guys my age", said Craig.
"I have a small office in town, I am a surveyor and I have been thinking for some time that I could use an office junior. The wages won't be great to start with, and you will get all the crap jobs to do, and having a talented arse won't buy you any favours. You will work or you will be out, but if you want to give it a try, it's yours", said Jim.
Craig jumped at the chance with relish. He started the job two weeks later, and Jim hadn't lied. Some of the stuff was really boring and repetitive, but he stuck at it, encouraged by the two or three nights he was spending each week at Jim's flat. Six months after their first meeting, he moved in with Jim, and the following year he went to night classes to improve his qualifications. He eventually worked his way up the firm, without favour, until he was office manager, allowing Jim to concentrate on his own work.
For their tenth anniversary, they exchanged gold rings and made personal vows to each other that expressed their ever-deepening love and promised to renew the vows in another ten years time.
They are still happy together, an inspiration to all who know and love them, both straight and gay.
And who, you may ask yourself, am I? My name is Robert C. Anderson. My family calls me Bob, but everyone else calls me Craig.