I was with a historical society tour group in Williamsburg, the colonial capital
of Virginia. The roommate they gave me was an older, uninteresting man whom I
escaped at every opportunity. We were staying in a national motel chain that had
the liveliest bar in that sleepy seventeenth century town. I went to the bar and
drank and played a video game. I had long since discovered that the best
contacts are made at video games. They seem a perfect means of meeting a young
person and beginning a conversation that may end in bed. I hadn't been at the
game long when a very attractive man in his early twenties joined me. The
muscular bulges in his undersized tee shirt gave away what he was quick to tell,
namely that he lifted weights. He was a sailor stationed in Norfolk but was
getting away from that sailor city for the evening. He seemed inclined to stay
and talk with me, but I couldn't believe he had any idea how physically
attracted
I was to him, and I couldn't even hope he was responsive to my interest.
Apparently, he realized my predicament, for he began to tell me of an older man
he frequently visited in Norfolk. He said would cut his grass and do other odd
jobs for him. Now we both seemed on the right track, but I still couldn't
believe
this beautiful piece of manhood was interested in something sexual with me.
However, I told him that I had a job he could do for me. Would he mind helping
me move something on the tour bus? He said he would be glad to help. Since I was
sharing my motel room, the bus was going to serve as my place of conquest. I
told the sailor to wait while I hurried to the tour guide's room and obtained
the
bus key, making some feeble excuse for needing it. Once on the bus I got the
sailor to move a suit case to the back. As he was returning down the aisle, I
asked to see his muscles. Many young men are so proud of their bodies that they
will strip and show everything above their waist. Then, with any luck, you may
be able to get them to continue stripping and show you everything below their
waist. So it was with this sailor. He quickly stripped off his tee shirt and one
glance at that hard body caused my knees to weaken. It was a struggle to stay
standing. Nature seems to encourage cocksucking by weakening a man's knees and
causing them to bend before another man. I asked to feel his muscles which he
reluctantly allowed, but I could tell it was a practiced reluctancy.
Un-reluctantly, I ran my hands over his arm muscles and hard chest. The darkness
of the bus hid my flush face and the rising bulge in my pants. I inquired if he
had well developed leg muscles. He said no, but I checked them out anyway. My
knees could take it no longer, and I knelt in front of him and rubbed my hands
first around his calves and then up his thighs. We had passed the point of no
return. "How big is this muscle here," I asked putting my hand on his crotch
where he also had a hardening bulge. In seconds his pants were down and
unceremoniously I slurped up his six inches of dick. What a body! What a dick!
What a cocksucker's dream! I was giddy. After a few minutes of cock paradise, I
withdrew his dick from my mouth and told him to turn around. He wanted to know
why, and I told him I wanted to see his ass. Again he wanted to know why, and I
told him I wanted to kiss it. He turned around reluctantly, but by now I was
used to his reluctancy and began to wonder how much that older man in Norfolk
had
taught him and what else this well built sailor would do reluctantly.
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