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Adult Arcade Adventures
Chapter 6
So, I just read an e-mail from a reader, and he was mentioning my reference to meeting old schoolmates at the book store, and I suddenly remembered another time, quite some time ago, when I ran into a guy I went to school with all the way from Kindergarten through Highschool graduation. He also lived only several blocks away from me, although we never really hung out together very much. During the whole time we were at school I can often remember fantasizing though about what he looked like nude, and about getting my hands on his junk, and his beautiful ass! He was a tall blond boy, good looking, deep voice. His name was Stan. I never had any reason to believe he would be gay. Always seemed totally straight-arrow. I never got a chance during school to catch a glimpse of him naked, and of course never fooled around with him.
Well... one day several years ago, I was at the book store I mentioned in the first chapter. and I can't really recall anything about the rest of my visit there, but I do remember our encounter.
I was cruising around the aisle, looking for anyone else who might be interested. I remember stepping into one of the middle stalls - the ones with the buddy windows, and I opened the door and peered through the window into the next booth, and there was a guy with a huge 8-9" cut dick, sticking straight out in front of him. His balls were huge and were pulled up tight in his sack. He wore a cock ring around his cock and balls. I could see he was a big guy, who was in good shape - nice muscle tone, and flat stomach.
Kneeling in front of this gorgeous body, and worshipping his cock, was an older guy.
The door to their booth was ajar, which to me indicated they welcomed additional participants, so I wasted no time, closing the window's door, and dashing out of the booth and around the corner to the other booth, before some other guy could beat me to it! I made it!
I gently pushed the door open and stared down at the guy sliding his mouth up and down the entire length of this guy's dick. I couldn't help smiling, as I opened the door wider, and stepped inside. Quickly I latched the door, and ripped my pants down. and positioned myself at a 90 degree angle to the other guy, so the sucker could take turns working on both of us.
It was then I looked up at the other guy standing next to me, and realized immediately who it was - Stan - from school! He'd changed a bit, but I could tell it was him. He probably wouldn't have recognized me, as I've changed a bit more than he did, since we were in school. He gave no indication he knew who I was.
Then, to my surprise, and poor Stan's horror, the sucker, pulled off, stood up!
"Nooo!!!" Stan cried in frustration, in his distinctive voice, as the guy unlatched the booth and left.
Apparently, the guy was only into one on one sex. I felt bad for ruining Stan's blow job. He had apparently been close to cumming. He'd gripped his dick and begun beating off.
Quickly I said, "Let me do that!"
I brushed his hand away, and grabbed his wet cock and began beating him off, as my left hand went to his ass. I rubbed it and he relaxed enough so I could slip a finger between his cheeks.
He moaned and closed his eyes as my fingertip touched his tight pucker.
It only took 20-30 seconds and he began blowing his load - in big streaks - against the wall in front of us. He growled happily with each ejaculation, and his pucker tightened hard under my fingertip as well.
In the end, I gave Stan a good time. He didn't have any intention of reciprocating though. As soon as he'd finished and I'd let go of him and pulled my finger out of his butt, he began dressing.
I decided to leave, before he took a better look at me, just in case he recognized me after the fact.
I don't know what I did afterward. I'm sure I continued my search until I'd found someone else to get busy with. I did see Stan dash out the door though. I've never seen him since.
I can't help but wonder now, in retrospect, when he first figured out he was gay, and if he'd messed around with any of the boys who lived nearby. I know he had a neighbor 1-2 doors away who was a year older than us, who I know was gay, because an ex boyfriend of mine ended up going out with him for a while. I can just picture that guy teaching Stan all about gay sex! Then, there was another boy who lived right near Stan, who was a year or two younger. He was a cutie. And he followed Stan around a lot - I can't help but wonder if maybe Stan might have seduced him, and maybe they had carried on for a while as boys. Actually - I get the hots just thinking about it! Anyway... I finally got to mess with Stan... even though it wasn't as exciting an experience as I'd often dreamed about!
The next chapter in this series will be published as soon as possible...
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