The pick up

by Jamie 80

21 Oct 2016 2292 readers Score 9.1 (58 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


It was Friday and everyone who could escape was escaping from their office or work station and heading home to do whatever they felt they wanted or needed to do. It was Friday and after Friday came two whole days when they were masters of their fate and captains of their soul. It was Friday and the big city was letting most of its citizens step off the treadmill of earning a living.

On the underground railway people were packed together like too many toys in the toy box, yet each person was an island exclusive to themselves. It was the usual Friday crush-rush and Johnny wasn’t sure why he held onto the strap above him for the throng of humanity around him prevented him from falling; but if he brought his hand down now he would almost certainly cause problems. At first Johnny didn’t realise he was being propositioned; even when his hand was covered by another and he felt a body press up against him ; it was a firm male chest pushed against his upper back but then he felt the pressure lower down and it dawned on him that it was deliberate. There was a thickening cock being lightly rubbed against his ass cheeks and it was half hardening as it did so. And he was sure the movement wasn’t due to the over-crowded train’s vibrations. Here was someone who wanted to get to know him, to find some joy with him.  He felt the hand stroke his butt and cross his thigh before it eased round and cupped his balls.. He allowed his cock to return some slight flexing in response, which was acknowledged with a second squeeze. He didn’t look round, so far as he knew none of their fellow passengers had realised what was occurring or if they had they didn’t care. It was enough for Johnny that someone, a fellow man, another gay guy wanted him enough to make his feeling known even on a crowded ‘rush’ hour, tube train. And his admirer would know that was how Johnny felt for Johnny had made no fuss, made no move, other than to acknowledge a welcome groping. He just allowed it to happen while pushing his hips back, returning the pressure on what felt to be a growing asset.

“I’m out at the next stop… You?”

Johnny caught the whisper in his ear, gave the slightest of nods: “Sure,” he said, without a second thought. The hand squeezed, stroked him and went. And as the train rattled into the station, Johnny turned naturally as though this was his station and looked deep into the brown eyes of the man behind him. He felt the smile from them, though the man’s lips barely moved, but Johnny grinned a big welcome for this guy was far sexier than he expected and when the doors opened Johnny followed him out onto the platform. They separated from the crowd and Johnny found himself in an alcove and backed against an inner wall, out of sight of the milling throng heading for the exits. A pair of soft lips were exploring his lips and he parted them to admit a gently questing tongue.

“I’m Steve….”

“Johnny”

“My place?… now?

“Far?

“Just around the corner”

And Johnny smiled “Ok… which means …Yes please”

Steve gently placed his lips on Johnny’s and they kissed again.

“It gets hot and sticky down here and you have far too many clothes on: let’s go!” and he led the way out. They shared a step on the crowded escalator; Steve slipped his hand into Johnny’s pocket and stroked his nuts. Johnny moaned and let his tongue rim Steve’s ear: “You’re fucking bold, man.”

“You objecting?”

“No.” A whispered exhalation.

Once out of the station and down the road, they cut through an alleyway then another and then Johnny found himself being ushered through a small door inset into the large door of what had once been a Company warehouse. Steve led him through a huge open area, where, although there were occasional mounds of rubbish, broken pallets and stuff, it was otherwise totally empty. Johnny looked around and said:

“Does no one use this place? It’s right in the middle of town”

Steve grinned, “I use it. I live here and am happy not to be disturbed.” He led Johnny to a goods lift at the rear. They got in it and with a clatter of engaging gears it ground its noisy way upward into what had once been a floor of suites of offices but was now silent, deserted and seemingly unfurnished. Steve turned to Johnny wrapping his arms around him and kissing him gently at first and then with increasing passion. “Welcome to my home…”

“Wow! A mid-town address. ….One has to be very rich to afford that these days. Which could explain why you don’t have any furniture?”

Steve nibbled Johnny’s ear. “Watch it baby - you making jokes about my home?”

“How are you living here?”

“It’s my place.” Steve shrugged

Johnnie turned to him, gave a big smile, kissed him and said, “Is there somewhere we can fuck...Please.”

Steve took him by the hand and led him down a corridor past several doors before opening the one at the end.

The room was full of light coming from sunshine streaming through two large half-moon windows at just above floor level and through which one looked out across spectacular views of the City’s roof-scape. There was a large ultra-king sized bed with two convenient cupboards on either side of the head of it. There were two huge mirrored doors on one wall, no doubt concealing a clothes closet, Johnny thought; but apart from a couple of small chairs there was nothing else.

Steve smiled, “my playroom with its own special extra-large play pen.” He took Johnny in his arms and kissing him deeply, “So let’s play.”

His fingers lightly undid Johnny’s shirt, slipping it off. He started to tease the hardening nipples rising from the large aureoles of Johnny’s pecs while Johnny undid then pulled off Steve’s shirt. It was skin on skin now and urgent hands breaking through the barrier of belts, buttons, zips; then slacks, jeans and underwear. All were discarded and they faced each other untrammelled, with stiffening dicks: each beginning to leak a light stickiness. Together they fell on the bed each helping the other into a hot greedy sixty-nine.

Johnny let his tongue bathe the flared, cut purple mushroom head before him then placed his lips over it and travelled down the shaft until his nose was buried in Steve’s sweet sex scented trimmed bush. He loved the aroma and the male taste of this man. He has missed such things for too long. He took the cock deep and managed to avoid gagging and then withdrew till just the extended, slightly spongy flared glans was left between his lips. He sucked and felt Steve’s groan as he sucked. Then Johnny took this beautiful cock back down his throat feeing Steve do the same to him. He moved his lips up and down that veined shaft using his drool to lubricate and the rest of his mouth to create the vacuum drawing Steve’s essence from his balls.

“Ooooh, fuck baby you have done this before.”

Johnny knew that Steve had too, for his long uncut cock was being drawn deep into Steve’s throat his cockhead tingled while his shaft was tongue-rubbed. He feared he was being brought to climax too soon. “Careful! I’m gonna cum!” he warned, but Steve wanted him and didn’t stop. Johnny felt his balls tighten , his cock thicken and then he shot wad after wad into Steve’s mouth before feeling the signs, merely moments later, as Steve emptied himself into his mouth and Johnny swallowed his bountiful cream with its slightly salty, faintly fungal taste. 

Johnny thought that possibly the best way to bury the past was to have a really hot present with the chance of an even hotter future; and he wondered if Steve could be offering that. He licked some cum, which had got away from him off Steve’s pubes and proceeded to tongue his way up that lightly tanned sexy body to the wonderful mouth which now tasted of him. Their lips locked and they made out.

“I like to get the first cum out of the way then we can explore and really find out what turns each other on… I hope you’re in no hurry to leave?”

“I was on my way home to a solitary weekend of domesticity and casual acquaintances. You have just reminded me there is more to life than television repeats, box sets and polite barbeques. By the way you taste delicious, can I have a second helping?”

“Sure, before or after our fuck?”

“Both, if possible.”

“Wow… you will be staying for the weekend then?”

“If invited.”

“Baby, you’ve just been kidnapped.” Steve kissed him again before breaking away. “But I’m a terrible host. You want a drink or something to eat while we work our way back into sexual Nirvana?”

“Let’s just call it: ‘party games for two.’”

Steve giggled suddenly. Johnny was puzzled, “what is it?”

“We are so cautious, so careful to work out, if not an epigram then some pretentious shit to cover he fact that we both just love fucking!... Despite the fact that this is a straightforward pick up of someone I seriously fancy

Steve kissed him on the nose. Johnny looked into those sparkling brown eyes now full of both laughter and lust and slowly smiled himself, then laughed grabbed hold of Steve and dragged him back onto his arms, kissing him, holding him, running his hands over that lightly tanned body and finding that the cock he had so happily  sucked to completion just a brief while ago, was hardening up again nicely and hopefully would soon be fucking his brains out.

“Does seriously fancying include fucking me and letting me fuck you?”

“That was a couple of the forty options. Let’s go get a drink and I’ll tell you the other thirty-eight.”  He pulled Johnny off the bed and led him to his kitchen which was next door. To Johnny it was unbelievable he found himself looking around a kitchen that could rival that in any up-market restaurant.

Steve commented, “I was lucky, when I first moved in, there was all sorts of stuff boxed up here and I had a fuck-buddy who knew about these things and he fitted it for me… Three fridges, a couple of freezers, a dish-washer, a double-sized washing machine and a couple of stoves.… He put it all in this one room; he said it would make life easier. Then there was the guy from IKEA and then Fred from kitchen supplies. I must have one of the best equipped kitchens in the City; thanks to the boys.”

Johnny looked around in awe. “But… but… why are you telling me all this? I… I don’t cook – or rather I can but not well and not this seriously. Do you?”

Steve smiled at him and gently kissed him. “I do and I want t cook for you. I want to have sex with you; I want you to stay here with me for a while. Will you?”

“But I don’t have any of the skills the others had – or any others really.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, sweet man. You have a wonderfully generous long cock, a mouth I would happily kiss and be sucked by for ever, and the other guys chose me but I chose you which is why I’ve been stalking you all week.

“You’ve been stalking me!?”

“You see, you’ve not even noticed. Yes, this is the third time we’ve been on the tube together, but you never noticed me so I decided I should make a discrete pass and see what happened. And look ! Here you are, with my cum already on your lips and yours on mine.”

As they kissed, Johnny looked into Steve’s deep brown eyes and knew that this was something he wanted. This sexy man with his different approach and… and that hint that there could be a whole lot more to all of this then just a super sex weekend; though that would be doing to be going on with. 

Johnny’s smile widened, “that was a discrete pass?”, and he reached out and took the beautiful naked body before him in his arms and held it so that they touched at every point.

 

“I am very flattered… Ok…. But…”

“No buts, Johnny. Not till later. Lets have a drink and then fuck and then… we can eat something and talk if we have to…before we fuck again” He returned the kiss, passed Johnny two glasses and took a bottle of wine from the fridge nearest him. They both headed back for the bedroom. Steve poured and Johnny toasted him and they held each other’s eyes as they drank. As the cold pale yellow liquid filled his mouth and cleared away the taste of Steve, Johnny was aware that this wasn’t just a ‘routine’ wine plucked from the shelf of a Supermarket.

“Hey! This is delicious, but very special… Should you be….”

Yes I should… and of course it’s good. Daddy was in the trade.”

“Your Father?”

“Good Heavens no! Daddy, the man who left me this warehouse, everything in it and a whole lot of wine….We’ll talk of it later for the moment I need your cock up inside me.” He refilled their glasses and led Johnny back to bed. They kissed and nuzzled; they drank the wine and touched and teased each other; their cocks were hard and stiff; each stretching out to the other. Johnny felt as though his whole being was electrified; Steve’s lips and fingers seemed charged as he was kissed, mouthed and sucked and touched. He felt his cock gently bathed in wine in Steve’s mouth and he moaned; then he was held and gently lubed before Steve rose above him and lowered himself down. Johnny let Steve judge the timing as his cock first breached Steve’s sphincter and then slowly slipped up the soft suede lined channel till he felt those large heavy balls rest on his pubes, and Steve’s hips sat on his thighs

“Shit man you have the sweetest hole.”

“I aim to please” and Steve rose and dropped back down Johnny’s lengthening cock. He started slowly but soon he was riding Johnny with urgency and Johnny was responding pushing up ever deeper into him.

Johnny felt the familiar tightening in his balls as his sac seemed to shrink around them while his cock thickened and the head became highly sensitised

“Fuck! I’m cumming…”

And with a final upward thrust and a loud animal cry of passion he unloaded his seed up into Steve’s welcoming hole. He delivered wad after wad then Steve squeezed him dry but held him clamped while the cum slid back down his cock-shaft and he felt it drip onto his own balls. Steve leant forward and they kissed.

“There, baby. You see you needed that, you needed that release and now I am open and lubricated by you and you can fuck me all weekend.”

“When do you fuck me?”

“Later, baby, later; but for now let’s shower and get something to eat.”

[to be continued if anyone would like it]

by Jamie 80

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