1. The Freeballer in the Comet Store


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Boy, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Gay, Masturbation, Teen, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 72.7, Source: sexstories.com

    and down. Now I have to mention, in case this is not obvious, that I was more than twice his age and old enough to be his father, so any notions of sex with this “Adonis” was clearly in the realms of fantasy-fiction. I didn’t even know if this guy was gay but that seemed hardly relavant; you can’t let it go, can you, even when it seems hopeless? Still, he hadn’t walked off and he was obviously intrigued, not to say flattered that at least someone had noticed how much trouble he had gone to before making his visit to the Comet Store. Which is more than I had done; plain jeans, polo-shirt and an inexpensive blouson jacket. I suddenly felt quite shabby. “So I suppose you’ll be hoping I’ll ask you if you want a drink next,” he said, raising his eye-brows. He was playing with me, rather like a cat does with a mouse, but I thought I’d play along with his game. After all, he hadn’t shown his claws yet and I didn’t have anything better to do! “Would be nice,” I ventured, and I shrugged again, still grinning at him like a love-struck kid. “Hmm. Yeah, well, it’s all you’re gonna get, mate!” He raised a finger at me, as if to warn me off. Then he carried on, “C’mon then; there’s a Starbucks next door. You can buy me coffee.” And with that, he walked off towards the store entrance, casually jangling his car-keys in one hand. I was dumbfounded, to be honest. But I followed, of course, wondering what his game was. Walking behind him, I had the most fabulous view of his rear, clad in those ...
    shiny grey, tight trousers. The centre seam fitted snuggly between his buttocks, dividing his bum perfectly; a gorgeous, round, “bubble-but” kind of bum. And there were definitely no underwear lines. He went straight into Starbucks and chose a comfy chair in the corner by the window and sat down. I was still standing when he gave me his order - as if to a waiter; I had to laugh! Then I went to get the coffees, and the plain chocolate chip cookie he had ordered, as his “price” for the pleasure of his company! We spent the next half hour chatting casually. He was remarkably laid-back and not at all phased by my obvious interest in him, not to mention the more than 20 years’ age difference. He told me his name was Alex, he was 20 and had just finished at College, doing Media Studies and Graphic Design. He still lived with his parents, had an older sister, married with 2 baby boys, twins. As he stirred his coffee, I noticed his hands, soft and quite delicate, and his finger-nails were immaculately clean and trimmed. When we talked about music, he mentioned a load of band names I had never heard of and I was reminded of our age difference. But he was a really nice guy. I never asked him if he was gay – it seemed impertinent somehow – but he admitted that he had been flattered by the forwardness of my remark about his looks and he seemed genuinely quite modest. But I couldn’t figure out why he was encouraging me. “Even if he IS gay,” I thought, “it couldn’t be that he fancies me, ...
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