1. Simon and Sebastian


    Date: 11/11/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: jasonshomoerotica, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    inside and waited for what I felt certain would happen, which it did, for just seconds later Simon walked in, already unbuckling his belt. We just looked at one another and said nothing. The room was empty and we moved into a cubicle, the larger type designed for handicapped people. I simply could not wait and without a sound, I ripped down his jeans and underwear and sank my meat into his fuck-hole. It was a totally amazing impromptu fuck and I pumped him as if there was to be no tomorrow. When it was over Simon whispered: “Me now” and I let him ream my arse in his own inimitable way: this guy was a really top, top fucker. We left the bar and walked down the street together, both of us in a state of euphoria. How on earth had we found each other again as we had not even exchanged names in Taipei. I only knew him as Simon and I was not even sure that I had ever told him my name. All I knew is that here I was in my home town with a guy who had really sent me to heaven. I should tell you that I never ever invite anyone back to my apartment. My clients do not know where it is and have only an unlisted mobile number to contact me. They know me only as Seb, short for Sebastian my real first name. But this was different. Here I was with the guy of my dreams, brought together by who knows what chance and I threw caution to the winds and asked him if he wanted to come home with me and relax so that we could begin to get to know one another better. Simon accepted with alacrity and ...
    I could see that he was as taken with me as I was with him. I said to Simon that we did not even know each other’s names to which he responded and said, “Well my name is Simon David Watson and I am originally from a small farming community near Stockton, in the Central Valley of California.” I stopped dead in my tracks. “Are you serious” I asked. “Yes of course” came the reply. “Simon” I said, “This you will not believe, but my name is Sebastian David Watson”. Not only did we apparently share the same surname, but our middle name was also the same. We were both SDW: what a totally amazing coincidence! We stopped off at a take-away pizza place and went to my apartment. Simon was visibly impressed by the style and scale of my place, which I was easily able to afford as my escort activities were very profitable. And so we sat down, ate the pizza and started to tell each other about ourselves. Simon, it transpired, was of Polish extraction and was a fourth generation American, like all of us, an immigrant. His great grandfather had emigrated from Poland at the end of the nineteenth century and found work in a steel mill in Cleveland. He was an astute character and quickly realised that Polaks, as they were called, were not highly regarded. Lumbered with one of those long Polish names involving an unpronounceable combination of szcz’s and prz’s he decided to anglicise his name and as his original Polish name began with the letters WA, he opted for Watson. So, as Simon laughingly ...
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