Newton's Tale

How Newton and Gerren met

Readers of Gerren's tales may know of me. I have been a friend of his for a number of years now and I can recall the first time I saw him. 

Now I have to be honest and admit that I have a thing about blond guys. Fit blond guys are a bonus and tall fit blond guys are…… well they are just about the epitome – the summit, or just even the epicentre of my sexual desires. Not that I'm just into blonds. Ha ha ha ha – Any of my friends will tell you that I have a voracious sexual appetite and that I really don't care what the guys are like, if I can fuck them. Not true. I am in fact very particular about the guys I fuck with. Some of the guys I'll fuck and then send home, some I'll fuck again, and again and again and again – you get the picture -  and some react to me and my ‘Pride of Jamaica' with horror, yes absolute horror and demand to be let out the room immediately. With those guys I just want to get their clothes and throw them out the window down to street level ten floors below my Central London apartment and push them out of my apartment naked and send to the street level to find their junk. There are usually size queens who want to see a real BBC and then don't have the nerve to do something with me. Remind me to tell you about the guy I had to take to hospital with the damaged larynx some time.

Throwing Gerren out of where we met wasn't an option. I was flying home to the beautiful island of Jamaica to make my annual visit to my folks. I usually travel during July and August. I was at London airport checking in when I noticed, well, I couldn't help but notice, this tall very handsome blond guy in front of me in the other check in row. My devious mind went to work immediately. I was able to get to be a bit closer to the guy and my gaydar kicked in. Yeah the guy just had to be gay. He looked fresh - maybe just graduated from university, possibly 22 or 23 years old.  He looked shy and nervous; I can work that to my advantage I thought. Now I needed a stroke of luck and needed to work my charm on the check-in girl. The blond was chatty with his check in lady and was putting four bags in the hold. Turns out a lot of it was work gear. He had to go over to pay the excess baggage, and it was then that I sprang into my devious plan.

I told the check in gal that I was the blond guys travel companion and could we be seated together. I gave her my most winning smile and pumped the pecs slightly. It worked, I got the aisle seat next to blondie. I made sure that he boarded well before me so that he was in place in his seat when I boarded. When it came time for me to put my holdall in the overhead locker, I had made sure that I jacket was off and that I was showing off as much flesh and muscle as I could. I saw his eyes widen as I stretched upwards, and made an unnecessary move of the bag already in the locker so that my crutch was at eye level to the blond cutie. Yeah I did have something of a boner in my jeans.

Sitting down and buckling in, I ensured that there was plenty of contact between us and I sat with my legs apart so that our knees at least touched. I was friendly and introduced myself. I am Newton, he said his name which wasn't a usual British name and I didn't quite get what he said. Never mind. He had a firm handshake and he looked me in the eye and gave me a genuine smile. Nothing wrong with this guy. I asked where he was going to and so on and I got it that he was going to the Island to work for a couple of years as a geologist and was going to stay in Lucea. He pronounced it incorrectly as Loo-see-a. I corrected him and told him it was like the girls name Lucy. He was gracious in thanking me. My folks place is in Sandy Bay, about ten kilometres from Lucea. – This was getting better. – And I told him that we would be almost near neighbours. He seemed pleased about it.

I brushed my knee and made sure he knew I was touching his knee also, if not really accidently. Inside I was delighted that he hadn't moved his leg from against mine. It was time for more direct contact, arm against arm and maybe hand against hand, though I was desperate for a more intimate body contact. I was now quite hard, and the Pride of Jamaica is a difficult thing to hide. I caught him glancing down at my crutch and I asked if he had any Jamaican friends at all. Thank God he hadn't. I tried not to be pushy but I did announce that I could be his first Jamaican pal. All the time I was thinking of Black on Blond fuck action – my favourite.

Again I was lucky as we had been assigned a white male trolley-dolly as camp as camp can be, asking if we'd like a drink before the first meal. I asked for rum, of course, blondie pleased me by asking for the same. I suppose I'd better get used to the national drink, he told me. Passing the drinks over to us and deliberately leaning over me to my newest friend, the steward told us that we looked very friendly with each other. I replied that we'd have to see just how friendly we were going to be when we landed at Montego Bay.  “Oh”, minced the queen, “Which hotel are you boys (boys, get the bitch) which hotel are you boys staying in”. Blondie announced that he was being met at the airport. The stewards eyes widened at me. “So you'll be by yourself in the city”? He sniffed at my reply that I was going to be with my folks. As he was about to serve the people behind us, he gave us the patter, If there was anything that we needed or that he could help us with etc. I reached down to the side of the seat at the aisle and as he pushed his trolley away, I grabbed hold of his leg. “You can be sure that if we require any assistance from you I will let you know”.

Contact between the handsome blond and I continued during the meal, and there was definitely something between us, there was a connection. We found out that we were both single and no significant partners. It seemed that neither of us was looking for a partner. He was becoming more talkative and more open. The meal completed and cleared away we were able to sit back and I lifted up the seat arm rest between us both. It was easier for more contact. I ordered a couple more rum's and our friendly trolley dolly gave us both doubles. We must have been his favourites on this flight, and I asked for a couple of blankets which were duly supplied. What I did like about the blond was his voice; he had a distinct but different accent which I found attractive. I passed him a blanket and he spread it over his legs and up to his waist, I did the same but made a fuss of spreading it higher up my body.

I commented about the lack of space for tall guys in these aircraft seats and asked if he didn't mind the contact. I got a bright eyed smile and an assurance that he was OK. I decided to take a risk, and put my hand on his knee. The only reaction was an even bigger smile. I moved my hand under the blanket a bit higher and squeezed his thigh. He widened his legs apart further and I went full hog, grabbing at his crutch. The aircraft lights were dimmed, but I could still see his smile. One thing was certain. He was fucking hard. I could definitely feel his hard shaft snaking away down his left trouser leg. My fucking gods be praised, this tall, blond, good looking guy was fucking hung and from what I could feel he was thick dicked as well. 

The Pride of Jamaica swelled even harder inside my trousers. He moved his arms out from the blanket and took a large sip of rum from his plastic glass, and raised them above his head as if he was stretching his body and shifted his pelvis further down the seat. Now I could really feel his shaft. Damn, the guy was into me. I leaned to him and told him to have a feel of me. Grinning broadly he replaced his hand under the blanket and reached over. It was great to have him feel around my crutch trying to work out just where my cock was lying. I helped him, by undoing the top button of my jeans and lowering the zip and opening up the fly. His hand was nimble and soon he was gripping my Pride and squeezing it. Again I helped him and pulled my dick out of the material and it sprang upright having been freed. There was a slight gasp from the guy and I could feel him now trying to gauge the length and thickness of my tool.

I could sense that he was also undoing his trousers under his blanket. I reached over and was astounded by what I felt. I thought from my earlier grope that he guy was big, and that maybe it was the material of his trousers and underwear, but no. The guy was majorly hung. Now I was truly infatuated by the guy. Seven out of seven boxes had been ticked. Blond; tick, Tall; tick, fit; tick, Good Looking; tick, Handsome; tick, Hung; tick, Fucking Horny; a most definite tick. He was still playing with the Pride of Jamaica. I looked across the aisle, the couple on the other seats were asleep with eyeshades on. I was sure of it. I turned to the guy, and leaned into him and we kissed. Yes yes, yes, sweet kisses, not a lot of tongue but a sweet kiss anyhow. I whispered into his ear asking if he wanted to try it in the rest room. He didn't appear too keen. I told him that if we were caught that he was helping me as I felt ill. I pressed the button for the steward. A few moments later he turned up.

I asked if he ‘assist' us to have a few private and personal moments. He looked around and then back at us both. “You mean”. He nodded back at the lavatories. I nodded. Nervously, he told me to wait, and that he'd come back. When he returned he told me to follow him and for blondie to come down after counting to one hundred. I followed the guy to the lavatory and he stopped me before opening the door. “I want to see what you got and have a feel”. I thought for a few moments and let the guy have a look at the Pride of Jamaica and he gasped and took hold of it for a few moments. “I'll wait outside and if anyone wants to use the loo, I'll say someone is ill inside. Please don't make a mess”. I entered to loo and sat down on the seat. A few moments later, I hear some whispering and the door opened and again the steward was wide eyed at blondies dick. He gave the same spiel about illness and told us not to make a mess, and we closed the door and locked it.

It was so over cramped in there as both of us were so tall but I was able to get blondie against the door with his trousers down and to see this dick for the first time. He was massive, thick, uncut, and the shaft was veined and thick shinned, and not like some fair and blond guys, almost translucently skinned. I held his wonderful dick, stroking it slowly and then squeezing the piss tube to bring up a few drops of pre-cum. I smeared his gel over his cockhead making it shine and admired his dick for a few moment before my desire got the better of me and I took most of his cock in my mouth.

The was an instant reaction from the guy. His body shook and his knees gave way, but oh did I ever love the taste of him. He was clean, no stale piss odour or taste, this guy was a class act. I wanted him to shoot his load. I didn't care where on my body or clothes I just wanted to bring him off. I didn't mention it but this was 2005/2006, no PreP then and it was all safe sex. There was something else I wanted from this guy. His butt. I started to turn him around. It was difficult, his trousers down at his feet didn't help. He started to quietly protest. He was a top, he wasn't into being fucked. I could understand that with the fucking dick he had on him. I gently assured him that I wasn't going to try to fuck him and to relax. He was confident enough to trust me and he turned around with his backside to me and I pushed him forward as far as the restroom would allow. I opened his cheeks apart. If ever there was a prayer of thanks to give it was at the view of his hole. He had a beauty. A decent medium size with a nice ring of smooth muscle on the outer surface and hairless, like most of the blonds I get to work on. I dived in there having taken a good sniff and detected no nasty smells, and licked away. His hole reacted puckering against my tongue as I wetted the surface over and over again, taking time out to have a close look at his divine hole.

He stood up and struggled to turn again. I saw a determination in his eyes and we wriggled around so that he was sitting on the seat. And I was facing him with the Pride of Jamaica right in front of his face. He looked up at my face, with a slight look of trepidation on his. “I don't deep throat”. “Don't worry, not many can take all of what I've got. I'm used to it”. I was slightly disappointed but when I felt the softness of his mouth, lips and tongue on my cockhead all was forgiven. The guys could suck. What was even better was that he reached up under my shirt and was rubbing my abs gently and then hit my pecs and grabbed them hard and then he pinched my nipples hard. So hard that I almost called out in pain- but I loved the attention. My chest abs arms and backside were generously stroked as he sucked away on my cock. He suddenly stopped and stood up. “Just how big is that thing?” he whispered. “According to my pals it's a little over ten along the top and a bit more than seven around”.

“It's the first black dick I've had in some time”, he told me. I told him he could have a lot more if he kept in touch. We kissed, more freely this time we were private, although cramped. “I think we'd better get back to our seats”. He seemed concerned. As much as I would have liked to have done more, I agreed. We tidied up ourselves and I let him out first, just calling out for sounds sake, “Thanks for your help I'm feeling better now”. Which was the truth. I ran water over my head and neck and chest to give the appearance of sweaty fever, and staggered out of the loo. The campy steward was still there. “No one came by”. He told me. I hope there's no mess. As I assured him that there was nothing for him to be concerned about, he took another grab at my crutch but was upset that the Pride was back in its bed. I thanked him, and asked for some more rum. One or two he enquired. I said two, thinking of my blond friend already back in his seat. When I returned he was already sitting relaxed with the blanket over his body. He smiled at me welcomingly. The steward came by with two doubles of rum and left us in peace. The couple opposite us were still asleep. We sipped the drink and blondie lowered the blanket down. He was exposed and hard. “Jack me off”. It wasn't a request but almost an order. I couldn't resist. I reached over and took hold of that beautiful hung meat and wanked him, slowly. He was controlling his breathing as I increased the speed of my wrist and hand on his fat dick. He reached over to the seat pocket in front of him and retrieved some paper towels he must have picked up in the lavatory. His body tensed and he was stretching his legs under the seat in front. He covered over the head of his cock with the paper towels and just said he was ready. Nodding his head to indicate, he shot his load capturing his cum in the towel. I felt his cock spasm in my hand. Again the guy surprised me. It wasn't just a couple of throbs that his cock pulsed in my hand but it was many. The guy was a shooter. In fact he shot too much cum for the towel and he was groping for more in the seat pocket. Suddenly a small tablecloth was dropped on his lap from behind. It was you know who. I looked behind and the trolley dolly had a smug look on his face. “Nice – had me back the cloth when you're tidy”, and he flounced off. I had forgotten that the seats behind us were empty.

There was an hour or so before we landed at Montego Bay, there was a service of light refreshment, the service I wanted was on my cock. I was still high and dry. We chatted a while and embarrassingly I had to ask the blond guy's name again. He gave me his business card, explaining that it was all his London address and phone numbers. His name is Gerren, he explained that it was the name of an old Cornish King.

We landed, and disembarked and passed through the different lanes of immigration. We met again at the baggage carousel, and I helped him with his four bags. We walked through the customs undisturbed and there was a couple of officials to meet Gerren. He was polite enough to ask if they didn't mind if he and I exchanged addresses and they passed to me the address in Lucea where he was going to stay. We promised each other that we'd meet again and I made my way home to Sandy Bay and Gerren I suppose to his new accommodation in Lucea. Leaving at the exit from the airport I saw the trolley dolley standing watching me and looking wistfully at me. There was no way I was going to end up with that guy. Maybe he's tick two boxes out of seven.

I was in Touch with Gerren within two days and we were naked and in bed together for the first of many many times the next evening. Now, fifteen/sixteen years later, he is married to another super seven out of seven blond stud and we still end up in bed, all three of us and sometimes with others too.