THE FOLLOWING IS A HOMOSEXUAL FANTASY, IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ SUCH MATERIAL PLEASE LEAVE. IF NOT PLEASE ENJOY, PAUL.
It all started at the Firm's Retirement Party, there were 20 of us leaving, some at Retirement age, and a few, like me, taking redundancy. At 50 I was the youngest [?]. I could draw Pension at 50. Along with the Firm's Redundancy pay out and my savings I believed I wouldn't have to work again. The apartment was paid for, [both parents being dead, I'd sold the family home], it was only a couple of blocks from the Function Room, and I had good investments. I'm fit for my age, trim body, hairy chest, 7 inch prick, which still functions on a daily basis. I've not been with anyone for sex since I was 40, too worried about AIDS, but I have a good porn collection. Anyway back to the story. I was sat at the back of the room, out of the way. I was quietly getting pissed, I kept myself to myself at work. I looked up to see one of the younger guys approaching. It was Darren, he's beautiful, I'd been discretely eyeing him up since he started 2 years ago. He's about 6ft, cropped red hair, green eyes and a nice hard, marble white, hairless body with a flat stomach, [He plays for the Firm's F.C. and I'd watched them a few times, and when he'd scored he'd whipped his shirt off in celebration. I'd got a hard on!]. I'd spoken to him a few times, but wouldn't have dared make an approach; never shit on your own doorstep as my dear old Mother used to say. Anyway, I'm sure he's straight, always surrounded by women.
As he neared I noticed he was weaving slightly, too much free booze! He was wearing Levi 501s and a loose white shirt with half the buttons undone. He sat next to me, leaned over and firmly shook my hand. "All the best Nick, hope you enjoy the rest of your life." "Thanks Darren, appreciated." "Mind if I sit with you and chat?" "No, that's O.K." I told him, my dick starting to twitch in my boxers. "Great, I'll just get a couple of drinks and be right back. Oh, sorry, do you want something?" "Vodka and Soda please." "No problem, I'm on Brandy and coke, I wont be long."
Off he went, his great butt displayed to perfection by his Levis. He'd been slurring slightly, I hoped he wouldn't get smashed. He returned and we chatted for an hour or so, he was drinking steadily the whole time, two for my one. Occasionally he'd reach out and touch my knee for emphasis, my prick was half hard all the time, thank God I'd baggy trousers on. But he kept mentioning girls, I was getting so frustrated, I knew it couldn't lead anywhere. Around 11:00 pm I said I was going soon and asked him how he was getting home. "I'm in my car." He told me. "You can't drive in that condition, take a cab, I'll ring one for you." "Too expensive mate" he mumbled, "I live 20 miles out, and anyway they'd clamp my car if it was still here at 9:00 the morning. What else can I do?" "Well," I hesitated, "my flats near, and I've got a spare room?" "You'd let me crash? That'd be great, I know I've been knocking them back!" So it was agreed, he went to say goodbye to his friends, I went to say my official goodbyes, and we were meeting outside.
I got outside, no Darren! Then a pair of hands went round my eyes. "Guess who?" "Come on Darren" I said sternly, but with relief flooding my body, "stop pratting about, and let's get you home." "Sorry Nick" he said, somewhat chastened. We reached my apartment block in a few minutes, I'd had to steady him a couple of times. "Is THIS where you live Nick?" "Yeh, why?" "There's my car!" he said pointing to a new Mini in a nearby parking bay. "What a coincidence!"
(Am I gullible?)
"Good, I'll set my alarm so you can move it in time." In the apartment he was all over the place, I showed him the bathroom, it sounded like Niagara Falls as he pissed! He stumbled out, trying to do his buttons up. I led him into the bedroom, and he promptly plumped down on the bed. "Darren, get undressed first, please." He muttered something I couldn't catch, fell back onto the pillow and either passed out or went to sleep. "Great" I thought. I removed his trainers, they were size 13 would you believe. His shirt came of easily enough. I wondered about his 501s, thought "What the Hell, I'll just whip them off, leave his underwear and throw a blanket over him." I struggled with the buttons, and when I'd undone a couple I took a leg in each hand and eased them off. HE WAS NAKED! His uncut prick soft was almost as long and thick as mine was hard! I couldn't believe my eyes. And it was as white as the rest of him! He had a big pair of balls in a loose, hairless sac, and a patch of ginger hair above the base of his prick. It drooled, it looked delicious. I hurriedly threw a blanket over him, so much temptation. Just my luck, if I tried something he'd probably wake up and beat the living daylights out of me. I left the corridor and bathroom lights on, took a large Brandy with me and got into bed. I thought about having a wank picturing Darren, but if I was to get up early I'd better leave it until he'd gone. Setting my alarm I knocked back the Brandy and drifted off to sleep, thinking off white dicks and red hair.
End of Part 1, any positive criticism or comments are welcome at INSILVA92@aol.com Paul.