This is a story of adult nature and it is a true story. Only read this if you are legally able to do so. All rights retained by the author. Please direct comments to: colfraser@shaw.ca. Look forward to hearing from you!
JEREMY By Colin Fraser
JEREMY
This is the true story of a 53 year old bi-sexual man and his initial encounter with a 23 year old man in Victoria, Canada. This story occurred 14 years ago; but was only the beginning of an erotic and fulfilling gay journey I've since been on.
As for me, I'm still a decent looking man with a very average smooth body. At 6', I weigh around 200 lbs and am balding with gray hair. It's sort of odd, but my stache is still mostly dark brown; as is my pubic hair. Another thing is that I have a great ass and a pretty decent 7.5' cut cock with fairly big balls.
When this story begins, I had ended a marriage about a year previously and thought that a move to the west coast and a complete change of venue would be the `ticket' to a new lifestyle and the answer to what was probably a mid-life crisis. To be honest, I also had hoped that this change might involve a man; rather than another woman. I hadn't been obsessed with m/m thoughts while married; but -- after we split; those thoughts from earlier years were becoming almost obsessive. I'm sort of getting ahead of myself here.
After moving to Victoria, and leaving my profession as an independent broker, I'd started a consulting firm with a beautiful (and highly intelligent female) where we were consultant to small and emerging businesses. After work one spring day, I was driving along the seawall on my way home and suddenly decided to take a shortcut through Beacon Hill Park. And, that's where this story begins.
As I turned the corner into the park; there was the most beautiful male specimen that I'd ever encountered standing beside a car chatting with the occupants. He was muscular, tall, longish streaked blond hair and had that total male' look of a desirable man that is strictly off-limits. Everything about this man had that chiselled' look -- from the square jaw, the great pecs, the strong thighs to firm ass.
Since I was driving my cherished 1980 Triumph Spitfire, I really did have a good look at him. This car is so low to the ground that I was able to check out his basket as I passed -- and it it sure as hell filled the cut-offs he was wearing!
So enamoured - and almost struck dumb by the sheer beauty of this man; I quickly sped through the park and again entered by the same road. HE was still there and appeared to be leaving the people he was talking with. I did manage to catch his eye and smile at him; it seemed that he returned the smile. In fact, I was sure of it!
I was so hot for this man at this point that I made another circle through the park and as I passed him - now walking forward; we again made eye contact. My cock was so hard that it was practically steering my sports car. In a mental turmoil; I didn't quite know what to do so I pulled into a parking space under some big trees about 100 meters away to think about my next move.
It was very silent and I kept glancing at the road I'd just left -- hoping for another glimpse of this incredible male. Nothing seemed to be happening. The quiet of the forest made my heart beat seem louder.
All of a sudden this strong male voice spoke from behind me and asked "Mind if I join you"? "It would be a more comfortable way to meet each other than if I just stand here." Holy Shit -- it was the man of my dreams, the object of my desires, and my heart nearly stopped. He didn't wait for my reply, just opened the passenger door and got in. He offered his hand and said "Hi, I'm Jeremy and I want to get to know you"
I'm not sure what I replied; but I do remember that the conversation soon centered on the fact that Jeremy was an artist and surfing fanatic. In fact, he had just returned from Tofino (north of Victoria and famous for surfing). It's difficult to remember the conversation when all of my attention was centered on his perfectly tanned face with a three-day stubble, his piercing blue eyes and the cleft in his chin that so complimented his winning and dimpled smile.
We talked for a few more minutes about all the usual things. Then he surprised me by saying "Want to come to my studio and see my paintings?"
We drove there with him making all sorts of small talk and me still in a daze. His studio, his home, his universe -- was an eclectic shambles of paintings, sculpture, musical instruments, old food containers, dirty clothes and a mattress on the floor.
One minute we were discussing the beauty of one of his paintings and the next we were on the mattress/bed engaged in the most incredible sex I'd ever imagined. Our clothes seemed to vanish as we both engaged in a total exploration of each other with our fingers, our tongues that engaged our senses to a point of an almost out-of-body erotic experience.
The entire night is still a blur, except for the fact that I remember taking his cock deep down my throat while running my fingers through his thick blond chest hair. That cock was beautifully sculpted, cut, about 7" and enhanced with a pair of large furry balls. I'll never forget the beautiful and abundant hair on his ass, legs and forearms. We spent the night exploring every pore of each other's body; and took turns sucking and fucking each other. This went on for hours until at some point we fell asleep spoon fashion with my cock still buried in him.
The one fact that burned into my soul forever is the taste of Jeremy's body as I savoured and licked his body. It was the wild, but unforgettable, taste of the sea. Remember - he had been surfing earlier that day and the salty flavour, combined with the taste of sensual and erotic sperm mingled with a lot of sweat is a taste that lasts forever.
I awoke at around 7:30 am and quietly got up and left his studio. He never moved and I imagined that this was the last vision that I'd have of this male God. Not so.
If there's enough interest; I'll be happy to bring you up to speed on chapter 2. Since this is my first posting on this or any site; I'm a little apprehensive. Your feedback would be appreciated.
Thanks,
C.
colfraser@shaw.ca