(I'm a longtime LPSG poster and have never written anything but regular posts...this actually isn't that ficticious a story....it all happened pretty much like this)
Nice guy. That was Jay.
Extraordinary things didn't happen to him much...he was the guy next door wearing a tshirt, jeans and baseball cap. He was the nice guy who would mow your lawn...except he lived in New York City and didn't have a lawn.
Ben had been gone for a month. He had left Jay with debt, heartache, and a note written on baby blue paper, taped to the TV set. "Fucking coward", thought Jay as he read it.
The pain of this extraordinary circumstance would take extraordinary circumstances to get over.
Five years to get into the relationship...how long to get out? A month of thinking and crying and dinner with friends didn't do it.
"If I could just kiss him, suck him, fuck him away in somebody else's arms...maybe this pain would stop for a moment" he thought.
Not thought...hoped...and a drink always helped.
It was only 2 blocks to "The Lurks". Many times, Jay and Ben had an after work drink there and seen guys they called the wallflowers; guys not sitting at the bar but leaning against the wall, waiting for someone to come up and talk to them, buy them a drink, make an advance. Now Jay was one of them.
What a night to choose. It was Friday, the one night when the curtained off back room was open and all the Columbia University studs were there. At least Jay could watch some action, even if he didn't get any himself. But it is even more lonely to watch a gang bang when all you want is your own bed...and you and somebody else in it. He downed his third gin, and walked home.
Hell, he couldn't even get online to get laid...the computer was Ben's and it was gone.
"What the fuck is the name of that phone thing that Ron is always saying he does? Sextalk? Connect a sex? SEX CONNECT!"
Again, extraordinary circumstances...
It was like voicemail..just follow the prompts.
Step one, create a profile.
Better listen to some samples. Ah! Jargon...OK, now he knew how it went:
"Gay white male...29 years old...5'10"...160 pounds...brown hair and eyes, looking to play...upper west side...can host...hit me back"'
Jay smirked to himself..."Host? I sound like i'm giving a party".
Maybe he was.
Fucking crazy profiles: guys who sounded like they were right out of GOODFELLAS....guys who sounded like they would be more at home with the voices in their head...and one who kept asking for people to "be generous"...What?
Ahhhh..MONEY! Skip that one.
"Daddybear...salt and pepper hair"
Or:
"Hey sweeties! Here's all about MOI"
God, no.
Finally: "23 years old...swimmer's build....redhead...versatile bottom...uh..yeah, that's it...Let's meet"
"Yeah, lets", thought Jay. No, it wasn't Ben. Nobody could be Ben, but it was the Anti-Ben and tonight that was good enough.
A short live chat...and plans were made...He sounded nice and he sounded real. He sounded like someone Jay would have been friends with anyway. He decided the corner coffee house was not only safe, but close enough that he wouldn't chicken out. "Maybe he isn't there yet, " Jay thought at the very moment that he caught the eye of Mr. Sexconnect, whose name happened to be Scott.
Hoping to God that he didn't have the wrong guy, he ordered coffee and kind of sauntered up and down near where Scott was seated. They locked eyes again. "Are you?" "Yes".
The coffee never got drunk. Jay's heart was pounding as they walked up the stairs to his third floor apartment...He had been horny before, and excited before, but never like this. This was an adventure...it was slightly dangerous...it was mysterious and that made Jay's dick start to twitch in his jeans.
Once inside, though, the adventure seemed doomed, as Jay's nerves started to seep through.
"You've never done this before have you?" asked Scott.
"Nope...I never thought I would...I'm not even sure why I'm---"
"It's OK..let's not talk about why...just...come here".
Scott backed up against the wall and pulled Jay to him. They kissed...
The tentativeness was gone, as Jay took control. He kissed Scott...explored his mouth with his tongue...cupped Scott's beautifull ass in his hands. Scott's sounds made Jay know that he liked it and wanted more. "Oh, yes...yes" Scott sighed as Jay licked up and down the nape of his neck. Their hardened dicks were pressed together in their jeans, and now it was Scott who was tentative...reaching for Jay's belt buckle, but just grabbing onto it.
Jay pulled at Scott's shirt, revealing his beautiful pale skin...smooth chest and pink nipples, begging to be sucked and played with. Between kisses, Jay licked his thumb and began playing with Scott's gorgeous pink quartersized nipple. His other hand explored Scott's back and stomach as Scott moaned in his ear.
Jay bent down and tasted the left one, then the right....he got one nipple in between his fingers, and his firm lips around the other...jabbing it now and again with his tongue.
"Fuck, yeah" moaned Scott..."Yeah, baby".
TO BE CONTINUED
Nice guy. That was Jay.
Extraordinary things didn't happen to him much...he was the guy next door wearing a tshirt, jeans and baseball cap. He was the nice guy who would mow your lawn...except he lived in New York City and didn't have a lawn.
Ben had been gone for a month. He had left Jay with debt, heartache, and a note written on baby blue paper, taped to the TV set. "Fucking coward", thought Jay as he read it.
The pain of this extraordinary circumstance would take extraordinary circumstances to get over.
Five years to get into the relationship...how long to get out? A month of thinking and crying and dinner with friends didn't do it.
"If I could just kiss him, suck him, fuck him away in somebody else's arms...maybe this pain would stop for a moment" he thought.
Not thought...hoped...and a drink always helped.
It was only 2 blocks to "The Lurks". Many times, Jay and Ben had an after work drink there and seen guys they called the wallflowers; guys not sitting at the bar but leaning against the wall, waiting for someone to come up and talk to them, buy them a drink, make an advance. Now Jay was one of them.
What a night to choose. It was Friday, the one night when the curtained off back room was open and all the Columbia University studs were there. At least Jay could watch some action, even if he didn't get any himself. But it is even more lonely to watch a gang bang when all you want is your own bed...and you and somebody else in it. He downed his third gin, and walked home.
Hell, he couldn't even get online to get laid...the computer was Ben's and it was gone.
"What the fuck is the name of that phone thing that Ron is always saying he does? Sextalk? Connect a sex? SEX CONNECT!"
Again, extraordinary circumstances...
It was like voicemail..just follow the prompts.
Step one, create a profile.
Better listen to some samples. Ah! Jargon...OK, now he knew how it went:
"Gay white male...29 years old...5'10"...160 pounds...brown hair and eyes, looking to play...upper west side...can host...hit me back"'
Jay smirked to himself..."Host? I sound like i'm giving a party".
Maybe he was.
Fucking crazy profiles: guys who sounded like they were right out of GOODFELLAS....guys who sounded like they would be more at home with the voices in their head...and one who kept asking for people to "be generous"...What?
Ahhhh..MONEY! Skip that one.
"Daddybear...salt and pepper hair"
Or:
"Hey sweeties! Here's all about MOI"
God, no.
Finally: "23 years old...swimmer's build....redhead...versatile bottom...uh..yeah, that's it...Let's meet"
"Yeah, lets", thought Jay. No, it wasn't Ben. Nobody could be Ben, but it was the Anti-Ben and tonight that was good enough.
A short live chat...and plans were made...He sounded nice and he sounded real. He sounded like someone Jay would have been friends with anyway. He decided the corner coffee house was not only safe, but close enough that he wouldn't chicken out. "Maybe he isn't there yet, " Jay thought at the very moment that he caught the eye of Mr. Sexconnect, whose name happened to be Scott.
Hoping to God that he didn't have the wrong guy, he ordered coffee and kind of sauntered up and down near where Scott was seated. They locked eyes again. "Are you?" "Yes".
The coffee never got drunk. Jay's heart was pounding as they walked up the stairs to his third floor apartment...He had been horny before, and excited before, but never like this. This was an adventure...it was slightly dangerous...it was mysterious and that made Jay's dick start to twitch in his jeans.
Once inside, though, the adventure seemed doomed, as Jay's nerves started to seep through.
"You've never done this before have you?" asked Scott.
"Nope...I never thought I would...I'm not even sure why I'm---"
"It's OK..let's not talk about why...just...come here".
Scott backed up against the wall and pulled Jay to him. They kissed...
The tentativeness was gone, as Jay took control. He kissed Scott...explored his mouth with his tongue...cupped Scott's beautifull ass in his hands. Scott's sounds made Jay know that he liked it and wanted more. "Oh, yes...yes" Scott sighed as Jay licked up and down the nape of his neck. Their hardened dicks were pressed together in their jeans, and now it was Scott who was tentative...reaching for Jay's belt buckle, but just grabbing onto it.
Jay pulled at Scott's shirt, revealing his beautiful pale skin...smooth chest and pink nipples, begging to be sucked and played with. Between kisses, Jay licked his thumb and began playing with Scott's gorgeous pink quartersized nipple. His other hand explored Scott's back and stomach as Scott moaned in his ear.
Jay bent down and tasted the left one, then the right....he got one nipple in between his fingers, and his firm lips around the other...jabbing it now and again with his tongue.
"Fuck, yeah" moaned Scott..."Yeah, baby".
TO BE CONTINUED