On The Internet

Now that the college in Amsterdam had changed its policy regarding certain newsgroups
which contained erotic material, and had even allowed anonymous ftp access
to certain remote sites which held archives of hot gay stories, Kevin found
that he was spending more and more time late at night in his local terminal
room, reading avidly. Tonight was no exception.

Kevin shifted closer to his terminal to hide his growing erection -- this
story was making him all hot and bothered. Glancing round, he realized
that he was alone in the room, so he coerced his problem into a more
comfortable position in his jeans. A sudden enormous yawn came over him (it
was two o'clock in the morning, and he had been somewhat busy on Homesteaded
Heath the previous night).

He stretched his long, lean body to ease the tension, and leaned back
precariously on two legs of his chair. To his horror, the back of his head
met soft material -- someone was standing behind him, reading over his
shoulder. Anxious that he might be expelled for conduct likely to bring
disgrace to the computer, he looked upwards to see who it was, but failed
to see behind him.

When Kevin's head struck his groin, Andy's own erection, which had been
steadily growing as he too read the story on Kevin's terminal, jumped and
stiffened. Thinking that Kevin might fall over backwards in alarm, Andy
moved closer to the chair, sliding his hands over Kevin's shoulders.

The sight of two erect nipples disturbing the outline of Kevin's t-shirt,
and the prominent view he now had of the bulge in Kevin's jeans, made Andy
shiver in anticipation. His hands stroked downwards until they encountered
two tight love-buttons, which he first of all flicked several times, and
then squeezed gently. Kevin moaned, giving himself up to the ministrations
of this unknown admirer. Even the thought of being expelled didn't seem so
important now.

He moved his head from side to side, rolling the back of it round the
girth of Andy's cock, pleased to feel the expected response. Wanting to see
his new lover, Kevin tried to pivot forwards on his chair, but was
prevented by a firm hold on both nipples, which hurt just enough to make
him sweat a little, and want more.

Andy bent down slightly, moving his crotch away from Kevin's head, and
slipped his arms round the younger man's waist, untucking his t-shirt from
the waistband. Slowly his rather cold hands slipped up under the edge of
the t-shirt, crossing over in front of Kevin's sensitive waist, and reached
up for the nipples again. They were so hard that he could feel the slight
corrugations on their surface, and when he teased them and squeezed them
Kevin's jean-clad bulge began to look distinctly damp.

Andy hugged the fine slim body closer to him, his beard tickling the side
of Kevin's neck, and began to kiss his neck and nibble his earlobes.
Kevin's mind erupted into a red haze of passion, but he was helpless to do
anything about it because of his unbalanced position on the chair. This
feeling of insecurity and dependence on someone else was exciting, so he
relaxed into the warm glow of lust.

One hand worked on a nipple, the other slid down over his chest and navel
to the waistband of his jeans, which opened up sufficiently to allow the
hand access to his by now thoroughly wet cock head. Andy's fingers circled
just the tip of this treasure, using the slippery pre-cum in a rotating
motion which made Kevin gasp and writhe. Then the whole hand slid down
over his throbbing tool, pressing it tightly to his belly, and began to rub
up and down steadily with the ever-increasing flow of pre-cum as lubricant.

Kevin closed his eyes and began to gasp and buck, as the force of his
rapidly approaching orgasm filled his body with tension and flashes of
fire. Suddenly he was there: two-hours-pornographic-reading-build-up of cum
began its explosive journey towards the ministering hand and the inside of
his jeans, but was impeded by strong pressure applied to the base of his
cock by strong fingers. Waves of orgasm swept over him and he thrashed
around in ecstatic convulsions, but not a drop of cum was released by his
tormenter. Andy had plans for that load which certainly didn't include
wasting the precious love juice on unfeeling denim ...

When Kevin's moans and convulsions had died down, Andy carefully lowered
the back of his chair down to the floor, so that he was lying on his back,
head pressed against the carpet tiles, with his knees up over the now
upright chair-seat. From this position, he had a rather odd view of Andy,
looking up past his bulging crotch, past his neat Grey beard and smiling
mustache to a pair of startlingly attractive eyes, glinting down at him
with amusement and lust.

"That will teach you not to believe you're alone when you're reading sexy
stories, won't it?" Andy's resonant voice had a slight accent which Kevin
couldn't place, but it sounded very pleasant and friendly.

"How did you know I was here?" wondered Kevin out loud, "and who are you
anyway?"

"Don't you recognise me from my picture in the motss archive?" Andy
replied. "I know that my hair looks different this long, but the essential
features are the same!"

Suddenly it dawned on Kevin that this strange man must be Andy from
Norwich, the one who had been sending him sexy email over the last year.

"You must be that weirdo from Norwich who sends me sexy messages in the
middle of the night. But why are you here?" he asked, "and how did you know
where to find me?"

"As to finding you, that was easy -- I just asked the first person I saw
using a computer terminal to search for you in the list of current users.
And as for why I'm here, have you forgotten what day it is?"

Kevin scanned his mind-diary, but nothing relevant struck him at first.
Then he realised that although it was the middle of the night, it was
already past midnight and was in fact his birthday. He rolled off his chair
and stretched to his full length, finding that he was almost exactly the
same height as Andy, even though Andy had looked very much taller standing
over him while he was on the floor.

Hunting for a name to go with the face, Kevin came up with it at last.
"Andy, you're Andy, aren't you?" He scanned the features of this unusual
man who had entered his real life at last, having been part of his fantasy
life for ages. They had first made contact when Kevin replied to some
casual enquiry Andy had sent to the gay newsgroups on the net.

During their electronic conversations, Andy had described himself
briefly, but Kevin decided that this description didn't do him justice.
His hair was grey, certainly, but was long, soft, and very strokable. His
eyes were absolutely riveting -- each time Kevin gazed into them to find
out their colour, his mind was diverted by an almost hypnotic effect, and
each time he had to look away and blink. Under his pink, open-necked shirt
the swirls of hair round his nipples were evident, and his broad shoulders
and long arms made Kevin ache to be held tightly.

Although he was not usually attracted to men a lot older than himself,
Kevin had become fascinated by the stream of unsolicited mail messages
which reached his mailbox, and had found himself quite turned on by the
sort of double-blind-date relationship. After a while, he began to look
forward to the unexpected quirks, innuendo, and explicit sexual advances
which tumbled onto his screen, and responded in similar vein.

For himself, Andy had formed a mental picture of the young man, based
partly on what Kevin had actually told im, and partly on wishful thinking.
The reality didn't disappoint him. Although Kevin was tall, and very thin,
he had a wiry body which promised a great deal of energy, strength, and
stamina.

His face had very well-defined bone structure, emphasized by the light
stubble of his unshaven cheeks, chin, and upper lip. A rather olive
complexion was complemented by magnificent brown eyes, with long dark
lashes, and surprisingly sensuous lips outlining very white teeth. Neither
of them had thought to put Kevin's clothing to rights, so his white t-shirt
was still bunched up, leaving his lightly-furred belly and hairless chest
exposed. His stamina was noticeable because the bulge in his jeans had
remained throughout their mutual appraisal.

To break the ice, Andy stepped forward and gathered the young man's lithe
body into his strong arms. Their lips met, a little tentatively at first,
but then more strongly as their passion grew. Chest to chest, body to
body, crotch to crotch they pressed, and Andy began to feel hot and dizzy
with an overpowering lust.

Noticing the effect their embrace was having, Kevin pulled away, switched
off his terminal, and said quietly, "I think we'd better go to my room,
before anyone else comes in and sees us." By this time Andy didn't really
care if the whole department was watching, but he followed Kevin across the
campus to a small block of students' rooms, each with its own bathroom.

"This is much better than the dormitory accommodation that's provided for
the first- and second-years," Kevin remarked, switching on the lights in
the bathroom and small kitchen area, but leaving the main light over the
bed off. The room was small, though quite comfortable, and remarkably tidy
for someone who wasn't expecting a visitor.

Kevin kissed Andy lightly again, then bounced onto the bed, sitting there
looking up at him eagerly. "Now I want to have a really good look at you,"
he murmured, "let's see what's under those clothes."

Needing little prompting, Andy began to strip. Off came his shirt,
revealing a fairly furry chest with swirls of hair round his nipples, and a
broad line of darker hair disappearing into his trousers. His skin was
quite dark, almost Mediterranean in appearance, and he had obviously
recently been on holiday somewhere sunny. He slipped off his shoes and
socks, and stood with his feet planted wide apart, gazing at Kevin with a
challenging, mocking look.

"Lovely," said Kevin, licking his lips, "more, more!"

Undoing the clasp of his trousers, Andy unzipped himself, spread his
flies open wide, and let his trousers slither down round his ankles. He
stepped out of them gracefully. Kevin's eyes were riveted on his crotch,
which was just at eye-level, and his nose detected a strong but extremely
sexy man-smell from around that area. Reaching forward with his mouth
open, Kevin pressed his forehead against the tip of Andy's throbbing,
oozing tool in is tight underpants, and licked underneath his
cloth-covered balls. He was rewarded with an extra strong throb, and more
dampness.

He worked one finger of each hand inside the leg-bands of the underpants,
below Andy's balls, and scratched lightly on his perineum and ballsack.
His prey groaned and sagged slightly at the knees, but stood upright again
as Kevin head-butted him gently in the stomach. Kevin's roving fingers
rolled over the tight balls, tickled at the junction between ballsack and
thigh, and slithered up the slippery cock until they reached the very tip,
which was liberally leaking fluid all the time. Sliding some of the
wetness onto his finger, he began to rub insistently on Andy's exposed
frenum, until he saw that his handiwork was having too great an effect. He
didn't want this sexy man to come yet, and the trembling in Andy's legs
showed him that the time was near.

"What do you really like doing?" Kevin asked, smiling at the sight of the
man before him panting with unfulfilled lust.

"Suck me, quick, suck me! You've got me so worked up, I can't stand it!"

Instead of answering, the younger man just reached up for Andy's erect
nipples, seized them between thumb and forefinger, rolled them round quite
firmly, and then pulled steadily. A strangled moan came from Andy's parted
lips, and his cock jerked upwards again, still confined in the damp
material. He almost fell forwards when Kevin pulled his nipples, but
braced himself against the extremely erotic tugging pressure. He was
breathing very heavily, and the muscles in his stomach rippled with the
effort he was making.

Gradually Kevin's grip on the nipples became less intense, until he
released them but continued to flick the sensitive zones with his
fingernails. Then he ran his hands down Andy's furry chest and stomach, and
round to the ticklish spots on his sides, above his hip bones. The skin
felt smooth, warm and inviting. Putting his hands round behind Andy's
hips, Kevin pulled him closer until he could rest his cheek on the
sprouting stomach fur. In this position, each twitch and ripple of the
concealed muscles transmitted itself to his face, and the hot funky
man-smell assailed his nostrils delightfully. But still he didn't suck the
hard prick so clearly visible just next to his mouth.

He leaned back slightly and looked up at Andy, who by now had a somewhat
pained expression on his face.

"Cock-teaser!" Andy muttered through clenched teeth. "You're not going to
leave me like this, are you?"

With a smile of cherubic innocence, Kevin answered, "Well, I might ...
After all, you stopped me coming earlier, didn't you?"

"No. If you remember, you certainly came properly -- I just didn't let
you lose any spunk. They say that if you don't spurt, you can keep going
for longer, and have many more orgasms."

"I don't think I have any problems about keeping going for a long time --
and most of my lovers have been quite satisfied with my five or six orgasms
in a session. They're quite intense, too, especially after the first
couple. Of course, I'm a youngster, and I'm supposed to be able to manage
these sexual marathons, but you should have tried me when I was nineteen
...."

Andy's mind reeled at the idea of this sexy young man as an even more
lusty teenager, remembering a night long ago when two teenagers at a gay
festival in Sheffield had dragged him (not unwillingly) into their room and
included him in an orgy of bodies which required unbelievable stamina. He
was still perfectly capable of keeping up with most of the men he
encountered, and he regretted that nobody had taken him in hand when he was
a teenager.

This reverie was interrupted by Kevin turning him round to face away from
the bed. A hand slipped down the back of his underpants, tickled down the
valley between his cheeks, pressed briefly against his sensitive puckered
hole, and grabbed his balls tightly. The other hand stroked round the
front of his cloth-covered erection and gripped it firmly through the
material.

Gentle tugging and squeezing of his balls, and the slow strokes of
Kevin's hand round his tool, soon brought Andy to a peak of pre-orgasmic
pleasure. He was moaning and panting, and felt that his whole being was
concentrated in the tip of his cock, just waiting for a final ecstatic
outpouring. Kevin stopped moving his hand, but squeezed the glorious
erection tightly, and just continued lightly caressing the hairy, ridged
ball-sack.

A rising sound between a growl and a groan began to emerge from Andy's
throat as he felt that wonderful point of no return being reached. His cock
pulsed and throbbed, and grew even more erect. With a yell, he came.
Spurting out through the sodden material of his underwear the first spray
of spunk appeared, followed by several more powerful spasms which were
trapped by the confining cloth. And still Kevin squeezed and kneaded the
firing tool and hot balls, working the creamy spunk round the taut skin,
milking the most from the luscious orgasm.

Andy began to feel the acute sensitivity which his cock developed just
after he had come, and pulled away from the ministering hands. Turning
round, he thrust his soaked bulge into Kevin's face. Kevin licked it
eagerly. Taking the young man by the shoulders, Andy lowered him back onto
the bed, with his feet still resting on the floor at the end of the bed.
Quickly he pulled down the jeans and damp underwear, smiling at the
wonderful sight which met his eyes as Kevin's cock, so long confined, leapt
up at him. Like its owner, the tool was long and thin, but powerful and
fully erect, and leaking copiously from the tip.

Kneeling down between the strong, slightly hairy thighs, Andy touched the
opening of Kevin's tool lightly with his tongue, and was rewarded with an
extra-large glob of juice, which he lapped up eagerly. He closed his lips
round the head and sucked hard. Kevin moaned. He ran his tongue all over
the sensiive cock-head and tickled the young man's frenum until Kevin's
gasping and thrashing body showed him that he was near the limit, then he
slid his mouth right down the shaft until the tip entered his throat and
his mouth met up with very sexy-smelling fur. Very gently and slowly he
started working the muscles of his throat, stimulating just the tip of
Kevin's meat, at the same time scratching his balls to make them contract
and writhe.

For Kevin, the last straw came when Andy reached up with both hands and
found his exceedingly sensitive nipples, gripping them firmly and pulling
them towards him. Locked between Andy's hands and his mouth, Kevin just
began to let out shouts of astonishment and delight as his tool simply
exploded in his sexy lover's throat, and kept on firing spasm after spasm
of love juice, which Andy eagerly swallowed.

A final nipple squeeze and a strong tug on his balls brought a final
ecstatic outpouring onto Andy's tongue. Both of them collapsed onto the
bed, panting with satisfaction. Kevin pulled Andy's hot sticky body close
to him and hugged him firmly, kissing his sensual lips which were fringed
by his moustache. Andy reached down and patted Kevin's cheeks.

"I bet you never thought when you started to study computing that we
would end up like this, did you?"

"What do you mean -- end up like this?" replied the young man, smiling,
"the night is still young, and I see that we're both ready for more, so
what are we waiting for?"



by:swingliifestyle