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This is the second installment of what will hopefully be a long-running series. Encouragement is welcomed - you can email me at davgra84@gmail.com with support, criticism, chat-up lines or whatever you fancy.
Oh, and if you?re jumping in to the story at this stage, I would recommend reading the first chapter ? it explains what the fuck is going on!
Enjoy!
Memoirs of an Invisible Gay - Part 2
I'll be honest, after about 24 hours of coming to terms with being able to turn invisible at will, I was already super frustrated at the limitations. I was 16, horny, I just wanted to go and find me as much cock as possible... but I couldn?t, because invisibility isn?t as easy as you might think.
The big problem is the clothes. If I want to be invisible in winter, I catch hypothermia. And even if you?re invisible, you still need to go through doors, or use public transport.
But you don?t want to hear about the problems. You want to hear about the good stuff.
So, suffice to say, I found a way to make it work for me.
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So Marc was the hottest guy at my sixth form. He?d been the hottest guy at secondary school too - he was the first guy in my year with a hairy chest, hairy pits, a six-pack. He knew he was hot too - at the end of PE, he?d be shirtless as soon as possible on his way back to the changing rooms, so that everyone could see his sexy body.
He was definitely straight ? he?d dated half the girls in our year by the time we left secondary school ? and he wasn?t one of those guys who you suspected might go both ways. I admired (read fancied the ass off) him from afar, but beyond that I knew that he was a waste of effort ? a no go area.
Until one day.
It was what our sixth form college called a telescope day ? the classes were all shorter to allow time at the end of the afternoon for students to meet with their form tutors for a progress meeting. By chance, Marc and I had our meetings scheduled for the same day, at the same time, although I didn?t know this until I left my meeting to see Marc walking ahead of me down the corridor. The college was quiet ? probably only a handful of students and teachers still around. It was a warm spring day, so most probably everyone was out in the park catching some sun.
As we walked, about ten metres apart, Marc?s phone rang. I could hear only his end of the conversation, but could pretty much figure it out: someone was asking him if was heading to the park, or the pub ? probably a girl ? but Marc said that he was knackered, and needed to head home before some family meal or something.
I don?t know what I was thinking, but as soon as I knew he was going home, alone, I knew I had to follow him. I practically leapt into the disabled toilets, stripped out of my clothes faster than I?ve ever managed before, hid them behind the cistern, turned invisible and then crept out, making sure no-one would see the door opening and closing by itself. I ran, no doubt making some noise as bare feet slapped against the floor, and thankfully caught up with Marc as he was walking out of the college gates.
Thank fuck he only lived five minutes from college. It might have been a warm day, but I was freezing! When we reached his house, I knew that I was only going to have one chance. He unlocked the front door, walked in, and as he was about to close the door behind him I gave it a big push, as if there had been a gust of wind. The door swung back and thudded against an internal wall.
?Fuck,? Marc said, grabbing the door again, and forcefully shutting it. I was inside.
I couldn?t have dreamt of this going any better. After a glass of milk and five minutes texting, Marc had headed upstairs to his bedroom. I followed. He took his t-shirt off as he was entering the room, walked over to his stereo and put some chill-out music on quiet. I moved into an empty corner of the room, as Marc went back to the door, closed it, and then kicked off his shoes. He sat down on the edge of his bed, undid his jeans, and pushed them down his legs, kicking them off before reaching down to remove his socks. He swung his legs around and lay back on the bed ? wearing just a nicely filled pair of black CK boxer briefs. He closed his eyes, and within a couple of minutes was sleeping.
So, this was my moment. I had come this far, and I knew that the built-in safety mechanism of my invisibility would mean that whatever now happened, it wouldn?t let me become visible again until I Was safely out of this room, this house, and away from the eyes of anyone who might possible see me.
I walked gently over to the bed. Marc was still on his back, his left arm lying flat along side his body, his right arm bent at and angle above his shoulder, exposing a hairy armpit. My cock throbbed ? it was already standing at its full 7 inches at just the thought of what I was about to do. I stroked my cock slowly, rubbing precum across the head and pulling my foreskin back.
I reached forward with both hands, took a hold of Marc?s CK?s, and in one quite swift, sudden movement, pulled them down his thighs. And there it was ? his slender, soft cock, about 3 inches or so soft, lying on top of two large hairless balls.
He shaves! That was the first thing that struck me. His pubes above his cock were neatly trimmed, and his balls were hairless, so smooth, contrasted against his furry thighs.
I looked up at his face ? he was still soundly asleep. I reached a hand to his treasure trail, a line of dark hair between his belly button and his trimmed pubes, and gently stroked my hand towards his cock, which jumped slightly at my touch. I could wait no longer ? I cupped his smooth balls in my right hand, but kept my eyes on his, making sure that I didn?t wake him up. His eyes didn?t flutter ? his cock did. As I held his balls in my hand, his cock rose, slowly, filling with blood, lengthening, hardening. It swung slowly upwards and sideways, growing by the second, until it was pointing up towards his head, standing proud away from his body. I pulled gently down on his balls, which pulled back on his foreskin, pushing the glistening head of his cock out into the air.
Fuck, what a cock ? easily as long as mine, probably a bit longer. Not as thick, but so fucking gorgeous to look at. I can?t do it justice. His foreskin fully retracted, the large, wet head twitched of its own accord. Everything within me wanted to go down on his cock there and then, but I knew that would be a step too far. I needed to watch his face, make sure he didn?t wake up.
A line of precum dribbled out of his cock and, like a thread of spider web, inched down towards his belly. I took his cock in my right hand ? not nearly big enough to cover the whole, beautiful thing. Gently, whilst always watching his sleeping face, I began to stroke his stiff cock, pushing the foreskin forward over the cock head and then sliding it back, slowly at first, and then gradually faster, until I was wanking him off at about the speed I would normally jerk myself off. With my left hand I was stroking my own wet cock, which felt harder, thicker and longer than it ever had before. I couldn?t contain myself ? the sight of this stunning boy lying in front of me, his perfect body, his hairy chest, those sweet nipples, that hairy armpit, and of course that perfect glistening cock in my hand ? and I came there and then, shooting six or seven thick ropes of cum onto his belly.
I wasn?t sure what I was going to do about that, but then the problem resolved itself. As I was coming down from my orgasm, I felt his cock tensing. I gave him three, four, five more strokes and I knew he was going to shoot. One last stroke? and his eyes opened.
I let go. The first volley of cum launched out of his cock and landed in a string right across his face, lying diagonally across from his right eye, down across his nose and over his mouth, and dripping down his chin and neck. Marc gasped, and the second load of cum shot out, this one even bigger, hitting the wall behind his head and painting his lips once again. His left hand was on his cock, he jerked furiously as a third, fourth, fifth, sixth? I lost count, but so many shots of cum launched towards his face, all over his chest, his belly. Finally, his load exhausted, he let his softening cock flop down onto his belly.
He was breathing heavily from the exertion of an orgasm that had gone through his entire body. He licked his lips, clearly not a stranger to the taste of his own cum, and then stroked his right hand across his abs, scooping up a mixture of his own cum and mine. He licked the cum from his fingers, and then swung his legs off the bed and walked to the door. He opened it slowly, checked that there was still no-one about, then grabbed a towel from a hook on the back of the door and headed along the hall way to the bathroom.
I quietly slipped out of the house, and home. Elated.
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