Easier with a boy

The power in his eyes

I couldn’t take my eyes off his eyes, and there I was, jerking myself off looking at a boy surrounded by many other boys. It was the first time in my life I’d had the need to wank looking at a boy but had been first totally surprised and later when I looked into those green eyes he had, I had become fascinated and drawn to them. Somehow I thought I knew that boy.

I had just returned to my country after having been for five years working as a correspondent in South-East Asia. My name’s Conrad Ferguson and I’d been a journalist since I was 26. Now I’m 32. After a tiresome day, I had decided to chill out coming as many other nights to The Gilded Palace. It was a sex shop but it also had many booths with erotic shows and the girls there were incredibly hot. They stripped and used to play with dildos, sometimes even up their asses. There were also some booths where girls were fucking with boys. So that night I had wanted to go there again and I had chosen a booth I’d never entered called The Sailor’s Dream.  I laughed because what does a sailor dream of? Of course he dreams of having a girl at every port. So I entered that booth and was surrounded by three or four boys who were masturbating there. Of course they had their private rooms but they were very close to me and I could see them. I chose one other little corner where I found myself of course looking at a close window. I had a lot of small change in my pocket that I had got before entering The Sailor’s Dream. All I had to do now was to put a coin in the slot. The window was finally opened.

I should have run away because I found myself before a gay scene. Of course a good sex shop should also have gay shows, but they were not for me. So why the hell did I stay? It was a totally nude boy who was taking it up his ass by another totally nude boy. The boy with the dick in his ass was more or less my age. First I thought, as I have already said, that I knew him. I’d seen that boy before but couldn’t remember. The sensation was the same as when you see a boy down the street and you can’t recognize him because you’ve always seen him in a uniform and now you see him wearing civil clothes. But it was not the same. I didn’t remember the boy, whoever he was, in a uniform. The other reason why I stayed was his eyes. They were beautiful green eyes but they were so illuminated that they were shooting fire. That must be the representation of heaven, of ecstasy. His erotic eyes made me rooted to the spot. I decided to stay and soon I was aware I had started to stroke my crotch.

I’d already had a girlfriend but had been fortunate in my sexual life and had had sex with at least twenty girls and I liked looking into their eyes and know what they told me. Of course, some of them had shown me pleasure, but none of them had shown me the ecstasy this boy was showing me. At the same time his body was a little tanned, not too much but his skin was beautifully brown and a bead of sweat was running down his chest and it embellished it and to my mind came the vision of a vintage porn movie, don’t know why but that boy reminded me of vintage bodies. I liked vintage heterosexual porn and of course there were many boys in those films. I wasn’t paying any attention to the other boy, maybe a bit older and had I been gay, I should add he was hot too, but he didn’t have the boy’s eyes. He was taller, blonde and with a moustache. But it was stronger than me and suddenly I surprised myself whipping my dick out for I wanted to wank over that boy, that incredibly sexy boy, I suddenly thought. And I said to myself: why not? I need to wank over him. You masturbate whenever something gives your cock the need to do it. It was something new and disconcerting but I had to do it.

He also had a beautiful long dick but he wasn’t using it. Maybe he also liked fucking. Of course I could understand that many boys had fun taking a dick up their asses. I’ve never had any prejudice but I admit I had never before seen a boy fucking another boy. It was then that I paid attention to the boy’s lips. They were sexy red fleshy lips and I discovered myself wanting to kiss his mouth. But they suddenly reminded me of something. That boy had once moved those lips to talk to me. Ah, now I now.

I think I am a good cook but some days after work I am so exhausted that I order food in nearby restaurants, sometimes pizza, sometimes food from Italian restaurants but what I really like is Chinese food. I had ordered food in a Chinese restaurant and this boy delivered the food. He’d entered my house three or four times. I remember one day I went to my room to bring the money to pay him, when I found him looking at the pictures I have on my walls.

-Is this you, sir?

-Indeed it’s me… -and I didn’t continue cause I didn’t know his name.

-Leroy, that’s my name.

-Well, Leroy, the man you can see in this picture is me, yes. I’m climbing Mount Everest.

-Oh, you must have guts for that.

That was all the conversation I remembered. I thought that now I must have guts to continue my masturbation till I came for I was close. I really wanted to cum with that gay show. And when I least expected it, I felt rather than saw that the fucker had blasted a load in Leroy’s ass. And just then Leroy’s dick was a fountain, but I was divided: I was looking both at his dick and at his eyes. They had such gleam that if the lights of that room were off, he would illuminate it with those eyes. I was hardly aware that I was cumming at the same time. I was not angry at myself for having cum with a gay show. I was envious, yeah, envious of Leroy’s eyes. I wish I could reach his ecstasy. If I could be able to one day experience such fun, I wouldn’t mind if it were with a boy. And now I knew that when I reached home, I’d masturbate over him and maybe some other days I would enter The Sailor’s Dream again.

Well, I kept my dick back in my pants and left The Gilded Palace. Now I should take the subway to get home. The city’s so large that it had many quarters and it was a twenty-minute ride to my place. Once inside the subway car, I found myself sitting opposite Leroy. With the afterglow of my recent orgasm over his eyes, I had a sudden impulse and stood up. I had to approach him, talk to him and congratulate him for the show. Nobody was sitting close to him and he saw me walking to him and smiled at me. I didn’t know what I wanted but I had an increasingly hidden desire to kiss his lips.

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