Disclaimer: The following story may contain erotic sexual fantasies between teenage male men of a homosexual nature, based mostly on truth and memory. Any comments write to me at thomasburn@gmail.com. Copyrighted to Thomas Burns.
As time goes by.
Chapter 1
Museum Encounter.
I followed him to the back. He ran his hands down my front in the darkness. He caressed my face and my chest. His hands finding the contours of my abs. His hands finding purchase on my erection.
This was Lucas Winter, an 18-year teenager who had just re-expressed his desire to forever be with me, back in the place where it all started. I, 16, was enthralled by him. This story is in the past, ironic that at the time, I was also looking back into the past. A wonderful, sexual, encounter in the Early Man exhibit of the Natural History Museum. At the time, I had come to terms with my homosexuality and was looking for a man to be with. I am relatively handsome, though my looks are relatively simple. Small mouth, thick eyebrows, medium length, golden-brown messy hair, and a toned but lean torso. I always attracted looks from women. I was never interested in them. But Lucas was my first interest.
This exhibit was particularly dark and gloomy. With plenty of low-glare spotlights on images of pre-historic naked men. The layout was intricate and there was a few number of people. I was there on my own, forced to go out of shear boredom and my close proximity to the museum. The Exhibit wasn't terribly interesting and I wandered through a quarter of it without absorbing much. I always made deft looks at the men in the crowd and made sure I analyzed every naked man properly. Apart from that it was mind numbing.
I decided to go, it was just to uninteresting, and I started to want to masturbate vividly in my boredom. I turned around to find the nearest exit. And collided with someone. I stepped back and quickly said sorry. And as I walked past him, his hand quickly rested and stroked my arse. I widened my eyes in surprise and turned to look at him. The first thing I noticed was a high black cap on his head tilting upwards, the light casting a delicate shadow on his face. Then the high cheekbones the small mouth, but muscled jaw. And the blue top. He was smiling slightly, and red with embarrassment smiled back. He must have been following me inside the exhibit, I realized. In mild shock I moved on a couple of meters. I thought, "Shit, he was fucking attractive." I turned back to see him smiling at me still. He motioned me to follow him. He turned into the crowd and looking around me first, walked slowly after him. A guy who found me attractive was asking me to follow him. I felt butterflies coming into my stomach.
He was standing, reading a thing on the Cambrian era in a tight corridor, only suitable for two abreth. I ambled up beside him. "The ancient people, so interesting." He said after a while. It was a cute voice, rough around the edges, I noticed his prominent larynx. "I'm Justin," He said, and held out his hand. I shook it replying "Tom."
We stood for a bit, absorbing the information on man's relationship with Carnivores. A couple of people walked past us, forcing us to squeeze against the wall. My heart was pumping so loudly, and the touch of his hand, when we shook, had forced blood to rush to my penis. "Are you here with anyone?" He asked, I looked into his face, noticing wonderful blue eyes; I so badly wanted to kiss him. "No, you?" I asked. He shook his head. Shrugging, as if that explained why he was there. And again we stood there, contemplating. I suddenly noticed his hand touching my side, where we stood together. He brushed his hand, up past my hip muscles and the onto the contours of my sides. It was exhilarating. He laughed slightly. And whispered. "I guess you're gay?" I nodded slowly. His hand went to his pants; he brought out the tip of his erect penis. I stared at it. He tucked it away. I reached forward with my hand, holding it close to the front of his crotch. "Can I?"
I was blushing, my dick as hard as it had ever been. I was being surprisingly bold, but I desperately wanted to know what another guys cock felt like. Soft? Hard? Brittle? Smooth? I must have sounded pathetic. But when he nodded, my pathetic groping, clearly gave him great pleasure. I took in his long dick, his large, hanging balls. And just let my hand slightly caress it. He groaned slightly in deep pleasure. I badly wanted to see it, touch it, taste his cum. Feel his ass, and place my cock in his mouth. Make love to him. My hand wandered upwards, past his bellend, onto his toned body. A well defined 6-pack, a brilliant skin texture, he had excellent pecks, and the amount of body hair I felt was heaven. My hand left his body. And his came to me.
He started on my cock; he felt the length of it up and down, so softly. He groped my balls, so softly. His hand touched my hips; his hand caressed my belly button. He felt each one of my abs. He stroked my side. He felt both of my erect nipples, and the underside of my pecks. He felt in between them. He leaned forward and placed his mouth on mine. I closed my eyes. His beautiful mouth finding purchase inside mine.
We kissed. I was in such agonizing love.
"Do you... Do you want to... um... go home with me?" A couple walked past, and looked at us as if we were two homosexuals making love in public. He replied. "I want to discover you here. In the film room, at the back, in the dark. Where no one will see us." His reply was slightly shocking, but it was such a turn on. I agreed. My erection was so hard, and so wanting action. That there was no way I would have refused. He took my hand and we walked slowly through crowds of people. And hand in hand he led me into the film room.
The movie was flickering silently on the screen, only an old man was there, the entrance was so hidden away, and few would come in. We went to the back and sat on the floor, our backs to the wall. Our hands still holding. I immediately went in and kissed him lightly on the mouth. I moved his cap of his head and embraced him, our tongues playing. He sat back and took my affection. His hand sliding to my leg. He separated from me. He undid the button of his shorts and his zip. His cock sprung up into the air, still caught inside his white briefs. I followed suite. Undoing the buttons, I pulled my trousers down. My cock, trapped in my black briefs stood up straight as if to attention.
His was longer than mine, but mine was fatter. I sat there staring and his, while blood pumped to my checks and to my cock. He carefully reached over and felt my dick through my briefs. I too reached and softly felt his. I brought his cock out of his pants, it was beautiful and cut. Not too veiny, soft, but full of pumping blood. A well-sized bellend. He removed my pants. I was uncut, thick and had a soft texture but it was perfectly straight, while his was bent slightly in the middle. We grabbed each other's cocks, and started to jerk each other off.
I softly pumped my hand in a full grasp, amazed at the subtle nature of his penis. I was having an amazing natural high. The deep pleasure in my stomach rolled up and shot into my penis. It stayed and grew at the tip until it burst. And in a sudden jolt, of immense deep pleasure. Liquid shot through my penis, the sperm jumping up into the air. Falling everywhere. He still continued to pump my wet hard cock. The pleasure contained within me, stopped me from concentrating fully on giving pleasure to the handsome, near perfect person. I made one stiff jerk and his hot stick cum hot up, I quickly captured most of it in my hand, while the other still pumped his cock. His still pumping mine.
I softly continued to jerk him off, as he sat back, breathing harshly, deep in pleasure. His hand still touching and caressing the length of mine, refusing to stop touching it. I took my other hand to my mouth and lapped up his cum. His wasn't so salty. He watched me do this and leaned forward to kiss me. His tongue searched for the remnants of his seed. Our cocks touched at that moment, our hands temporarily touching each other's bodies. It sent waves of exhilaration through me. We separated. Looking in each other's eyes. Wishing for this moment to be everlasting. Breathing deeply.
"I want you..." He said. He reached down to feel my chest and went in to kiss again.
"Lucas!!!" A Woman shouted. His head shot away from me. In total shock he stared towards a women standing there. A man, equally angry stood beside her. "What..." She noticed his penis was hanging out, she screamed at this, leaning into the man. "Lucas!" He shouted. "Put it away!"
Quickly Lucas returned his cock back into his trousers. His father, I assumed strode forward at this at hit him sharply across the face. Paying no attention to me the man harshly grabbed Justin, or Lucas, as these people called him across the room. Justin, or presumably Lucas. Stared back at me, imploring me.
"Tom!" He shouted. And rounded off some numbers "07971 674 58..." His father hit him again, far harshly. Blood trickled down his face as he was dragged out of the room.
I sat there, still erect, still delirious, still shocked. I realized that he had lied to me about his name and why he was there. I suddenly felt used. I slowly tucked everything away. Not caring if cum was splattered everywhere.
The man at the front stared at me as I left.