Paddington

Chapter 3

A Date 

I gradually got myself together, still trying to figure out how everything had gone as far as it had gone, both scared of agreeing to come back and of not following up on this crazy apparent chance of a lifetime.

My curiosity had gone way beyond curiosity.

It was already late morning.  I had never dreamed Michael, Andre and Jose would be so kind to me.  None of this had happened like I would have expected, somehow.  My ass hurt.  My throat hurt.  And somehow my heart continued to pound.

Of course I agreed to come back the next weekend.

And of course Michael was smarter than me, once again. 

“So leave me something you really need, cause you know I’m still worried you’re gonna head off and feel guilty and get scared.”

Fuck.  Somehow even that got me hard again, somehow.  Was it really possible for an old guy to control me that much?  Was I really ready for this to go wherever it might go?

Michael could tell I was nervous as I offered up my driver’s license.  He smiled.  Shit.  How did he have such an amazing smile?  And Andre and Jose seemed almost as excited as Michael, as Andre chimed in:  “So it’s a date, right?”  And he grabbed his crotch as he spoke, clearly thinking of way more.

How had I so randomly stumbled into three such hot guys?  And somehow I wasn’t quite sure if my ass hurt or actually felt good.

I headed off.  I kept trying to get comfortable as I sat on the train.  Sore?  Anxious?  Why couldn’t I really tell?  Even as I wondered whether I should have done something to spend the entire weekend with them, or at least with Michael.

There was no way Michael could be as excited as me.  Was I really that inexperienced?

Damn.  I knew so little.  No last names.  No contact details.  No knowledge at all other than what they looked like naked.  How they fucked.  What big dicks they had.  No idea what they did for work.  No idea how old they were.  No idea where any of them were really from.

Fuck.  From virgin to who knows what.  And with a date with an older guy who had my driver’s license.

Just thinking about the whole thing made me hard again.  Damn.  Almost came on the train, thinking about them.  A fucking old man who I met in a train station toilet.

Guilt.  Excitement.  Studies.  More guilt.  Even more excitement.  Jerking off.  Almost hoping my ass would stay sore.  Trying to make sure I could remember the taste of their cum.  Working out even harder, so I wouldn’t be embarrassed that I wasn’t in better shape.

Scared to death that Glenn, my weight-lifting partner, might suspect something.  And even wondering what his cock might look like, for the first time ever.

And then meeting up with the couple of girls I was kind of dating, on and off.  And a couple guy friends who I was sure were mostly trying to get me over being a virgin, by getting me to fuck at least one of these girls I spent time with.

My mind even wandered to what their cocks might be like.

And on Thursday there was this crazy note in my mail:  A London post card, of Big Ben.  Damn.  I immediately thought of Michael’s cock as I saw Big Ben.  “It was so nice meeting you, Jeff.  Andre and Jose keep bugging me because they’re jealous I’m the one with the date.  So looking forward to seeing you on Friday.  Even saving up for you. xoxo.”

Even that almost made me cum in my pants.

Guilt?  Excitement?

Trying so hard to get through the week.

And I finally got to Friday.  Left early for London.  Just in case there might be some delay of some sort.  Telling myself I at least knew I had to stay in touch with the dude who had my driver’s license.

In to Paddington a whole hour early.

Tried to spend the time wandering around.  Pissed.  Then worried that I might stumble into someone else while pissing.  Thought about eating.  Knew that was dumb.  Looked at some books.  Couldn’t get my eyes off the porn.

Fuck it.

I went early.

Hesitated at Michael’s door.  Finally knocked.

Heard footsteps.  My heart was pounding.

But it was Jose who opened the door.  Every one of these guys had such amazing smiles.  I worried that he would see or hear my heart pounding.

“Hey Jeff.  Michael was hoping you might be early.  He’ll be here in a bit.”  Even as he welcomed me in.

“You gonna let me help you get ready for dinner?”

These guys were all so far ahead of me.  I had no choice but to follow whatever lead I was given.

“Help me get ready?”

Jose smiled.  I had never been so disarmed by a smile in my whole life, it seemed.  I would have said yes to anything.

Jose kissed me.

His tongue went so easily in my mouth.  He backed off, almost laughing.  “You’re even more of a virgin that any of us imagined.”

I was so hungry for one more kiss.

Jose was game.  And even started stripping me as we kissed, deeper and deeper.  I was trying so hard not to cum in my pants, right there, even as Jose stripped me, kissing even deeper as he felt how hard my cock was.

I was helpless as Jose went down to his knees, immediately swallowing my cock, all the way to the base.  Maybe even less hesitancy than Michael.

I came, helplessly, even more quickly than I had the week before with Michael.  Jose grabbed my ass and brought me in even tighter.  It was almost like he was ready to swallow me whole.

I shot.  And shot.  And shot.  How was I ever going to get through the night?  As it hit me that I really was free until Monday morning.

I was so far behind I hadn’t even asked where Michael was.  Was the date really going to be with more than Michael?  My head was so spinning I wasn’t even sure I could remember whose cock was whose.

Damn.  I wanted to be fucked so badly.  But I was in no position to say or do anything.

As Jose came back up and kissed me again, even as his hands felt, all over my body.

I almost wished he would just swallow me whole.

His hands rested on my nipples.  It had never occurred to me that they might be sensitive.

“Michael gave me some instructions on how to get you ready for the evening.”  That fucking smile wouldn’t have allowed me to do anything at all but agree.

Jose quietly laughed.  “Help me with these.”

As I saw these odd things in his hands.  Me butt naked.  Still hard. 

Totally under Jose’s control.  Already drained of cum. 

Jose laughed again.

“Tell me you’re not free through Sunday night.”

I couldn’t get myself to say anything.

I was still wondering what the things were in Jose’s hands.