I just found this among my old files. I wrote it a couple of years ago. This is my first try at erotic fiction, and there isn't much sex in it, but I thought I'd post it and see what the reaction might be. There are a couple more parts to the story.
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I wasn't expecting this to happen. Sure, I was horny and cruising, but it was 3 AM, and Circus wasn't going to be of much use. But what the hell... As I parked a block from the bookstore, I noticed another car park as well. As I got out of my car, so did he. What a body!... He was taller than me, must've been about 6' or so, slim, and definitely young, even younger than me. He looked in my direction and gave me a shy smile. My heart sank. He was just too good-looking, I'd never have him, why am I torturing myself? Oh, what the hell.
Since the bookstore was in the direction of his car, I walked toward him. He didn't move. As I reached him, I thought I'd just get it over with...
"Hi," how original of me...
"Hello. How are you?" I heard an accent in his voice, and I couldn't place it. But this adorable boy (he COULDN'T have been older than 18!) was talking to me, and who was I to refuse.
"Fine, thanks... What are you up to?" The bold approach it will be.
"Oh..." Pause. I see. This boy knew exactly where he was. Then, "What about you?"
"I dunno... Looking for some fun, I suppose." Let's see you react to that!
"Well, so am I, kind of..." Ah! We have a winner here! Now, if he also has a place to go...
"Where do you live?" I say, smiling at him.
He smiles back. "In Stockholm, Sweden. I'm just visiting some family here." Well! I was beginning to wonder... He looked like a mix to me, and do I like those mixes! Medium-dark skin, huge eyes, and European bone structure... Oh, he is so beautiful... And, as horny as I am, and as late as it is, will I be able to find anyone even close?
"I live just a few blocks from here... Want to go to my place?" Please, please, please, oh, God, please say yes!
"OK, but I don't drive too well, so you have to go slow..." Honey, for you I'll go at 10 miles an hour...
"No problem. The streets are empty, so you can just follow me pretty close. I'll signal to you with my hand where you should turn left and park. I'll put my car into the garage and we can go up. OK?"
"OK." Whew! Now, if he stays on my tail, and follows me here, I should reach heaven in about 20 minutes...
As I got into my car, I saw him start his car and turn on the headlights. I turned around, pulled up in front of him and signaled him to follow me. He did.
The five minutes of the drive to my apartment stretched for hours. My hard-on was growing (after he turned to get into his car, I saw his butt), and the endorphants were kicking in. Finally, we got to my apartment building, I signalled him to park, and drove the car into the garage. As I walked out of the garage, there he was, standing under the street lamp, and I finally got a good look. I was right. He was exceptional. And he might be under age, dammit!
I walked up to him. "You know, we haven't even been introduced. I am Leo." And I extended my hand.
"Michael. Nice to meet you, Leo." He smiled, shook my hand, and I almost said to myself, "Oh, who cares!..." But I just couldn't. "Michael, I'm sorry to ask this, but... how old are you?"
He beamed. "I'm legal. I'm 20 years old. I know, I look a little younger. I hope you don't mind..."
Mind?!?! "Well, I just needed to make sure you were legal. But, no I don't mind one bit. In fact, it's turning me on..."
He smiled, surprised. "Really? I didn't think of it that way, but maybe it is an asset in some situations... So, shouldn't we go up?"
I thought you'd never ask. "Sure! But I have to warn you: I didn't expect visitors, so the place may be a mess, I don't know."
"Believe me, I won't be there to look at the furniture..."
Oh? Well, then, what are we waiting for? "Let's go, then!" I took his hand and led him up the stairs to the building door, opened it, and we walked into the lobby. Thank God it wasn't a weekend. The building seemed quiet. We got into the elevator, and I just couldn't wait. I HAD to kiss him.
I put my hand on the nape of his neck, and pulled him to me gently. Suddenly, my body was enveloped by two very strong arms, their hands caressing my back. His tongue entered my mouth, and I could taste a bit of caramel on his breath, while feeling the soft touch of his tongue and lips on my mouth. The elevator came to a halt, and we got out, still holding hands. As we got to my apartment, I pulled out the keys. When I put the key into the lock, I suddenly felt a warmth of a body oh, so close to mine. I moved myself just a few inches back, and felt him behind me, his hands wrapping around my chest. It took some strength of will to pull away and into the apartment. As we walked in, I locked the door and led him directly to the bed. I wasn't going to waste a second of this. He was in a pair of jeans, loafers,and a t-shirt, which was pretty loose around his torso. As we sat on the bed, I used my own feet to kick off his loafers.
We slumped onto the bed, rolling a bit, wrapping our hands around each other. His kisses, first soft, became more and more passionate. As I kissed him, my hands slid under the t-shirt. To my delight, I found a completely smooth body, with just a bit of lithe muscles on it. I found his nipple, twirled the tip of my finger around it, and then squeezed it gently. Michael responded by thrusting his groin at me. I found the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Again, a thrust followed it. I decided that I had to have a larger area to work on. I pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulled it over his head. As I was taking it off, he grabbed it from my hands and threw it away. he was too busy to bother with the details of where it might land.
I pushed him onto his back on the bed. Before me lay the expanse of smooth chest and stomach, perfectly flat, somewhat defined, and eminently edible. I proceeded to my first course. I licked his chin, and kept the tongue on his skin as I followed the chin to the base of the neck, to its side, and up to his ear. That ear was so small, and, in the almost complete darkness of my apartment, so dark, it looked like a candy-bar. I licked it. From the sharply indrawn breath I gathered no one has done much with his ears. I licked around the outside a bit and then my tongue darted inside. I explored the ridges of that ear, the softness of the lobe, and the smooth skin just under it. Michael continued breathing heavily, and his hands were roaming my body, trying to find spots to attack that were as vulnerable as his newly-discovered erogenous zone.
I traced another line with my tongue, down the neck and over the shoulder, darting for a moment into the armpit, and over the chest to the nipple. The nipple was perfect: small, hard, infinitely sensitive. I decided that mercy wasn't appropriate. I licked the very tip of the nipple lightly, and ran my tongue around the areola, leaving it slightly wet. I pulled my head a few inches back and blew lightly. My chest was on Michael's stomach, and my stomach was on his crotch. My stomach suddenly felt a throb. Throw the jeans, through my shirt, I felt a throb. I put my left hand around his neck on his back, and my right hand between his legs. He was cradled in my arms, beginning to shake. I held him for a moment, then put him down, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
He opened his eyes. "I don't want this to stop." He whispered.
"Stop? We've only begun... What do you like, Michael?"
There was a pause. He was considering the answer for some reason. "I don't have much experience, but there are many things I want to try. I've only done some oral sex, but I want to try everything else."
"Would you like to try new things tonight?"
"Yeah. I do. But please... can you go slow?" Big, beautiful brown eyes were looking at me in the darkness, almost glowing. "As slow or as fast as you want. We are in no hurry. We can take the whole night."
(To be continued. Possibly.)