1. Game Boy Part 2


    Date: 9/18/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Author: RobertFurlong, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    to that other dude when I opened the door of the toilet," he said, managing to get it all out without stuttering this time. I looked him up and down. He was quite attractive in his way. He was tall and slim but a little geeky and obviously very shy – not that those last two counted as firm negatives, but rather as contrasts to his positives – and in his coffee shop uniform and with his ginger hair gelled into a quiff he came across as somebody one wouldn't immediately say 'no' to. So I didn't say 'no' but instead said, "And what was I doing to that other ... er... dude?" "Sucking his knob," he replied with misplaced certainty. It seemed that my companion had already swivelled around as he hitched his trousers up by the time Elliot had seen him. "Actually, I wasn't," I grinned. "I was rimming his arse." He faltered at that, suddenly unsure of what my motives with him might be. "What does that mean? I didn't see you guys doing anything... er... too full-on..." "It means I was licking around the muscular ring of his anus." He stared at me for a few seconds, his eyes tending towards disbelief without him being able to shake off the conviction that I was telling the truth, before saying, "Okay, so I'm not really interested in that. I just want you to suck my cock." He stared at my face intently, perhaps expecting revulsion, but I just stared back impassively and he thought it prudent to correct himself. "I mean, it's not that I want you to. Well, not you specifically. I just want ...
    a mouth around my knob... but obviously I'd prefer it if it was a girl who was doing it." "Oh really? A girl?" I smirked back with a heavy dose of incredulity. He held my gaze and said, "Of course a girl." "Okay," I chuckled. "I'll suck your cock, if it'll stop you from doing the unthinkable and calling the police about me." "What... like all the way until it's proper in your mouth?" "If that's what it takes," I sighed, with a weary shrug. "Alright then, kneel down in front of me," he told me. His voice was shaky: he was really agitated about wanting this. I wasn't sure if his nervousness stemmed from the fact he really did fancy girls but none of them had obliged him orally, or if he was actually gay but had never had the guts to explore it. I rather suspected the latter from the way he was trembling and the sweat that was pouring out of his forehead. I went over to him and knelt down between his feet among plastic-wrapped cylinders of coffee cup lids. He unzipped himself and pulled a surprisingly large tube of meat out from his fly. It was limp but lusciously long and thick and had a chubby, bulbous head underneath a foreskin which was so much longer than it needed to be. I said, "You've got a very nice cock, Elliot. If you don't mind me saying." He beamed down at me, and I wondered if nobody had ever complimented it. Or whether nobody other than his mum and the midwife had ever actually seen it. I took it in my hand and caressed it gently, feeling it respond to my touch by ...
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