1. California Lloyd - Part 1


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: True Story, Boy, Exhibitionism, Gay, Masturbation, Teen, Teen Male Solo, Voyeurism, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 90.5, Source: sexstories.com

    their son could sleep on the floor. I stood up. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” I said, “but I couldn’t help overhearing your dreadful story. I’m sorry you’re in such a pickle; you must be so tired.” I had their attention, if for no other reason than for my English accent! “I’m passing through here myself,” I continued, “and ….. erm….. well, it so happens I have twin beds in my room but I only need the one. If your lad doesn’t mind sharing a room with a stranger, he’d be welcome to have the use of the other bed in my room. It is only one night after all. It’s rather late – and it would avoid all three of you having to share the same bathroom too.” As I said this, I looked at the young man and found him looking thoughtfully back at me through half-closed eyes. After a short pause, I added a diversionary remark, “How come it took you so long travelling from Atlanta anyway?” The father was quick to spot an opportunity, not to mention a polite foreigner, “I say! That’s real accommodatin’ of you sir!” he exclaimed with something of a Southern drawl. He turned to his wife for affirmation but the mother was more cautious. As she looked slightly sideways at me, she looked me up and down, while she spoke to her husband, “Henry, dear. We haven’t even been introduced. We don’t know anything about this gentleman." She turned and smiled at me, “Please don’t be offended,” she said. I assured her I wasn’t offended but the ice had been broken and an amiable conversation quickly unfolded, the ...
    upshot of which was that it was agreed that the son, Lloyd was his name, would share my room and the bill would be split 50/50. I tried to be nonchalant about the deal but, needless to say, I couldn’t wait to see what the young man looked like without the camouflage pants and white vest! My imagination was working overtime already and I was thinking of him sleeping on top of the sheets, like all self-respecting Marines, in nothing but his jockey-shorts! Preferably with his junk accidentally hanging out of one leg! As the deal was sealed, I shook hands with the young Lloyd and a little jolt of electricity passed through me as I felt the firm grip of his hand and the warmth of his touch. He looked at me without blinking and I saw into his beautiful steel-grey eyes, the pupils of which were, interestingly, heavily dilated. He was either rather randy or, as was more likely, rather wary of this “strange” Englishman more than twice his age. In the small confines of the room upstairs, I could feel the heat of his body radiating his musky masculine aroma and I tried to distract myself by making casual conversation with him. He seemed a bit shy at first, so I showed him quickly where he could stow his stuff and then diplomatically offered to let him use the bathroom while I went down to make some tea, as there was no equipment in the room. I offered to get him something but he declined politely. By the time I came back, he was already in bed, bare-chested and covered up to his waist by ...
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