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The Red Jacket

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 18 Jan 2001 1 comments
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by Dick It was a warm sunny autumn day and the streets were busy with the hustle of the business hours. We decided to meet at the sandwich shop on the corner--a small place that featured a sidewalk cafe during the summer months. All the outside tables were occupied and, as I scanned the crowd for the red jacket he said he'd be wearing, my level of excitement raised a notch. I walked inside purchased a bottle of tea, and as I looked out across the cafe's patrons, I decided he had not yet arrived. OK, I was a few minutes early. Give the guy a chance, I thought to myself. I am a stickler for punctuality and see it as a desirable quality in others. So, I grabbed a glass for my tea and pulled a stool up to the high bar that ran across the window looking out on the corner of the street. There I could see him walk up and get a chance to check him out before he saw me. As I sat drinking my tea, staring out the window through the reflections in the glass, I zoned out, daydreaming, if you will, about this meeting and where it could lead. I was enjoying my fantasy when I noticed a red reflection in the glass. As I struggled back to reality, I hoped this was the red jacket he told me he would be wearing? After taking a second look at the man in question I figured this was not him. I was looking at a young verile looking stud, with short curly dark hair, and dreamy blue eyes. Definitly a latino stud muffin! I was confused because his look did fit the description I was given, and he was wearing that red jacket, but apprehensive because he was so young and good looking-- I paused to figure my next move. I mustered up my courage and walked over to the table where he was sitting. "Miguel?" I asked with a question in my voice. He turned quickly, stood up and asked if my name was Dick. I couldn't believe it; this was Miguel! My mind was whirling by now, and as he was talking all I could do was stare into those blue eyes. I jerked myself back to reality and we sat down at the table. We made small talk for a few minutes, trying to get a feel for each other. If he only knew what was on my mind, he'd think I was really a dirty old man and that's exactly what I didn't want him to think. After some interesting discussions, we decided to have lunch. I had the feeling that neither of us really wanted to eat food, but both of us were playing it cautious. As I went through the motions of eating, I was enjoying him immensely. Listening to his stories I realized he was a very interesting man. Well educated, well traveled and a person who likes the finer things in life. With my hormones raging and the tightness in my pants increasing by the second, I struggled to talk intelligently and carry on a conversation. However, the thick hardness between my legs kept reminding me of my hunger. By the time we finished eating we both decided that, yes, we would spend the afternoon together. By the time we reached that conculsion, I already had precum leaking out of my expanding cockhead, which by now was feeling quite cramped inside my tight briefs. Although it was a short drivefrom the cafe to the house where he was staying, it was still too long for me. I parked my vehicle, and as we walked through the fallen leaves to the front door, a second of apprehension passed through my mind. Was he some pervert out to do me harm--or an honest individual like myself, looking for a good time. My carnal desire wouldn't let me turn back now. His graciousness made me feel at ease after just a few minutes. As I followed him, he showed me through the house that was being renovated. Walking behind him, I couldn't help but notice his rounded ass cheeks wiggle in his tight jeans. I couldn't wait another minute to get my hands on him. Thank God we finally reached his bedroom!!! As we entered the room, he turned around and I walked up to him. We embraced and our lips were finally satisfying their hunger to taste each other. His face was rough with a day's growth and our tongues wasted no time in finding each other and exploring the warm wetness behind our lips. He was a hard kisser and enoyed teasing me, going for my mouth then pulling away and smiling. His blue eyes were sparkling and I could tell he was enjoying himself too. His hardness was very evident as he pressed his crotch into mine. Our hips moved together with a hunger I hadn't felt in years and I began to feel that his need was as great as mine. I grabbed his ass cheeks, squeezed them and pulled him in as close to me as possible.. He moaned with pleasure and wrapped his arms around my neck as I lifted him up off the floor by his ass. He threw his legs around my waist and we continued to hunt and grope with what seemed to be an insatiable desire for each other. I carried him over to the black velvet-covered bed and gently laid him down on his back. I quickly pressed my body on his and let my full weight be on him. The next hour or so was a mix of hugging, kissing, teasing and almost wrestling as we eagerly explored each other's bodies. In the process we slowly undressed each other one piece at a time. An intoxicating sexual desire filled the room. It seemed each of us liked to watch the other. We enjoyed seeing what the other was up to, and we did not want to miss one little detail of this unfolding drama. When my kissing got down below his belt, I bit teasingly into his jeans at his hard cock. My heart raced and my breathing elevated as I followed the outline of his hard shaft. I couldn't stand this any longer, I wanted him totally naked. He offered no resistance as I unbuckled his belt, unzipped the fly, and tried to get the damn tight jeans off him, but he had to help me. God, was he beautiful, laying there with just his skimpy briefs on. Their smallness totally failed to hold his entire manhood. His handsome dark red helmet as well as an inch of his shaft stuck out of the left side--just waiting to be licked. I wasted no time, kissing him gently on his exposed dickhead. He moaned and murmered to me about my sensual technique and how gentle and sexy I was. But little credit was due me for he was the inspiration and the reason for my actions. It was simply second nature to let it play out this way. I was helpless and merely followed my aminal instincts. As I proceeded to kiss and massage his feet and suck on his toes, he was drinking in all the sensual feelings of the moment. But I could wait no longer; I worked my way up his leg to those small white briefs. I had to have his meat in my mouth. I had promised myself I wouldn't do this, but his power over me was too great. I had his briefs off and was sucking on his balls and had my hand around his hot cockshaft, gently stroking and rubbing. It was the most impressive looking package I had seen in a long time. Long and thick and beet red with a nice sack of loosly hanging balls all tied up with curly dark hair all around. As I licked and sucked on the undersideof his bag , he moaned with delight. I was just getting ready to put his cockhead in my mouth when he turned us over, smiled with delight, winked at me and said with his eyes--"now my friend, I want to play with you!" Play he did! I could tell right away that a man's body was not new to him in any way. He knew all the right places to touch and just the right pressure to apply. And at just the right time he instinctivley changed his motion to get the maximum effect. He drove me wild as he played and teased me with his sensual touching and kissing. The heat in my body was reaching a feverish pitch. The motion of his hands on my manhood had brought me to that plateau--that place where you either stop and relax or go forward to complete ecstasy. He somehow knew what I wanted most. He stopped and wiggled back up where we were face to face and kissed me gently on my lips. I knew then that neither of us wanted this to end just yet. It was too much fun and too much sexual excitement to end just yet! We lay side by side for just a few moments talking and stroking each other's skin. But before long the gentle touches gave away to hot stroking and sucking and man-to-man action. The room was starting to darken as the sun began to set. I couldn't believe that we had been with each other that long. For more than 5 hours we had talked and teased and thoroughly enjoyed every moment we shared.. We both began to feel the strains of our physical exertion. We were somewhat calmed but I felt both of us were at a point where we needed that final release--that last sweet stroke to put us over the edge and send the manjuice flying in all directions. I told him I wanted to see him cum--I wanted to see him make himself cum. He was delighted, and as he started to stroke himself I cuddled up next to him and began playing with his balls and fingering that hard sensual spot just behing them. The mixture of both of us working on his head, shaft and balls was enough to send his hot jism flying through the air and onto his chest. As he screamed with ecstasy, I scooped up his manjuice and began to stroke his cockhead and shaft. The sensations were too intense and he jerked and wiggled and screamed in total delight. I then took his now subsiding manhood in my hand and squeezed it tight and held us still for a few moments, until his body had relaxed and his breathing returned to normal. We kissed and talked for a moment and then he said "OK now it's your turn." My cock had gone partially limp when he climaxed, but the need to finish what we had started was still burning inside me. As I began stroking my semi-soft dick, bringing it back to life, he gently messaged my upper thigh muscles. His warm hands on my skin was soothing and sensual. He cupped my balls in his hands and kneeded them gently at first, then stronger and stronger to match my stroke. As I pumped my weary soldier, harder and harder, he responded to our touch and stood up at full attention once more. I felt the hot white cream start to move from deep within my being. With a few thrusts of my hips I felt the delicious release of hot cum exploding from my cockhead, spewing out in an arch and landing on my chest and neck. Before I could take another breath, he had scooped it up and was teasing me by rubbing it all over my spent manhood, driving me crazy with such intense feelings I could hardly stand it. I screamed and thrust my hips in torturous delight but he held me tight in his arms, and we enjoyed each other's closeness once again. The aroma of spent manjuice filled the room for a second time and we both agreed what a fantastic smell it was! Luscious afterglow slowly replaced my delight as darkness fell over the house. We had taken a step past raw lust and sexual need and into the realm of enjoying the journey more than the destination. We lay there together for just a short time, before reality began to set in. I would have preferred to lay there together until morning, but we each had our other life to deal with. As we showered the warm water washed away the sweat and body juices, but the act of sharing this cleansing task helped to ease the sting of reality. When we eventually said good-by and thanked each other for a wonderful afternoon, I felt in my soul that this would not be our only time together. We kissed once more and as I stepped out into the cold night air, his warmth stayed with me. I started the car and glanced through the windshield toward the house. As I drove off toward reality, the last thing I saw was him, standing on the front porch wearing his red jacket.