Chance Encounters In London Town

The phone rang and I picked it up. It was my old friend Paul who I was expecting to accompany me that evening.

"I can't make it tonight," Paul said apologetically "I've come down with a very bad migraine. I just have to go to bed and sleep it off if I can."

"Don't worry mate," I replied, "I'll go on my own if needs be. Get your head down and you'll be okay by tomorrow."

I'm in my thirties but I'm still rather trim and handsome and I have a wide circle of gay friends. I tried to call a few of them whom I knew would be interested in going that evening with me but none of them were at home when I called.

I decided to go it alone and I dressed up in my smartest suit and drove to the railway station and took the train into London. I had paid over the odds for two tickets for the latest hit musical. It was a pity that one would be wasted, I thought as the train rumbled in to the Euston terminus.

Ten minutes later, I was in Shaftsbury Avenue walking past London's most famous theaters. It was a lovely fresh summer evening and I had some time on my hands before curtain up.

I fancied a pre-theatre drink and went into a pub that I knew quite well. I almost had to fight my way to the bar since the pub was crowded with theatergoers like myself.

I was on my second drink when I noticed a cute young lad aged eighteen or nineteen looking at me in that special way. I smiled at him and the lad smiled back with such a sweet look on his face. I felt flattered that he seemed to be attracted to me with so many other young guys to choose from in the room.

"Going to the theater?" I asked him.

"No such luck," the lad replied, "I've tried all day to get a ticket to the musical across the road without success."

"Would you like to come with me?" I asked him. "I've got a spare ticket."

"Thank you," said the lad. "I'd love to join you."

"Drink up then," I said, "or we'll be late."

We sat together in the center of the front row of the dress circle.

"My name's Robin," the lad said and I gripped his hand affectionately I told him that I was called Adam.

I saw how smartly Robin was dressed. He wore a white voile shirt under his open dark jacket and I could make out his large dark nipples. I loved the sight of his black curly hair and his boyish face made my heart melt: what exquisite features he had. The theatre was quite hot and I thrilled as I smelled his fresh sweat mingled with his cologne. And my cock began to swell as I took in his lean boy-like body. What kind of cock did he have in his pants, I thought as I mentally undressed him?

We both enjoyed the first half of the show and we went to the bar together in the interval. Robin went for the drinks and I watched him closely as he waited to be served. He had the cutest butt that I'd seen for some time. I was getting quite horny for him as he returned.

"Good health," he said as he gave me my drink.

"Cheers," I replied with a smile.

We sipped our drinks and then we found ourselves looking into each other's eyes. His were pale blue in color and crowned with beautiful long dark eyelashes

"I'm so pleased we met," said Robin quietly.

My cock stiffened with excitement at the possibilities that that remark had opened up for me.

The curtain went up for the second half and Robin put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it. A thrill went through my body as his cheek met mine and our evening stubbly rasped against us. I put my hand on his crotch and squeezed down on it. I was glad that his cock was as stiff as my own. I was quite overcome when he got into my underpants and gripped my massive cock tightly.

"Do you like that?" he whispered and he heard me sigh with pleasure.

"Would you like to come back to my flat later?" he went on to say. "My flat mates are both away at the moment."

I said yes by squeezing his cock very hard.

After the show we chilled out for an hour or so in the pub near the theatre. Robin explained to me that he was a student at London University and he was training to become a teacher. His father and mother were both school principals and he was following in their footsteps. He had two years to go before graduation.

"Fancy a pee?" I asked him after a while.

"Good idea," he replied and we went to the john and we got our cocks out of our pants.

I grasped his eight inch erection as Robin grabbed my massive cock and we kissed each other long and hard. We stroked our cocks and we fondled our balls lovingly as we kissed. I can't really describe the thrill that these brief moments of our lovemaking brought to me. All I can say is that I knew that our cocks were red hot for each other and I was falling for my horny teenager in a big way.

A short taxi ride later and we were outside his flat. Once we were inside it, I could see that it was surprisingly well kept for a student joint. Within seconds we had undressed each other and Robin knelt down in front of my huge cock and pulled back my foreskin.

"Your cock tastes so lovely," he said as he sucked my helmet and played with my balls. I put my hands around his head and slipped as much of my cock into his mouth as it could take without him gagging.

We were soon on the carpet sucking each other's cocks lovingly until we stopped to prevent ourselves from coming prematurely. Then, I sat up and looked at Robin's body. He could have passed himself off as a sixteen-year-old, I thought to myself if it were not for his heavy seven o'clock shadow.

We kissed passionately with our tongues deep down each other's throats. I ran my hands all over his firm hairless flesh. And he sucked my nipples until they were rock hard

I stroked his lump of rampant meat as he gave me deep wet kisses. Then I fingered his ass hole until it began to twitch with pleasure.

"Fuck me," pleaded Robin as he got on his hands and knees and I slipped my cock into him without much resistance until it was completely inside him.

"Take me to Paradise," he cried out.

I duly obliged him and I fucked him with ever quickening strokes making sure that my cock massaged his prostate well. Robin sighed with the pleasure that my poker-stiff cock brought to his love tube. I made sure that our balls banged together on each inward stroke. Quite soon his own cock spurted in ecstasy. Then I furiously stabbed my cock in and out of his rectum until it tingled and throbbed and my love juice filled his bowel.

After a few minutes, Robin sat on the couch and beseeched me to take him in my mouth again. I knelt down in front of him.

"You have the most adorable cock," I said as I pulled his foreskin back. "You have a lovely purple helmet and you taste so nice."

Then Robin put his legs around my shoulders as I sucked him and cradled his balls with one hand. It was not long before his spunk filled my mouth. I swallowed hard before I sat down with my lover and kissed and cuddled him. I noticed that his cock continued to drip cum for some time.

"Go and take a shower," Robin suggested. "I'll rustle up a quick meal."

I obliged him and refreshed myself in the shower. I still felt very horny for him as I messaged my stiffening cock. As I dried myself off, I smelt the eggs and bacon sizzling in the pan.

We both wolfed down the food in no time at all and Robin took me to bed. We got alongside each other and snuggled up.

"You're magic," he whispered to me as he stroked my dick before he fell into a deep sleep. I kissed him several times before I, too, closed my eyes.

I awoke the next morning with a predictable hard-on that Robin was already sucking.

"Hold on," I said apologetically, "I'm desperate for the bathroom."

I went into the bathroom and waited for my hard-on to diminish before I could have a real pee. I looked down at my massive knob and saw that it soon became quite erect again. It was lusting after Robin's accommodating backside.

"Roll over," I said to him after I slid alongside him in bed. "I want to shag you again."

Robin did as I suggested and got on his back as my cock pointed between his wide apart, bent up legs. I pulled him onto my haunches and thrust my stiff cock into him. He entwined his legs around my waist and asked to be fucked hard and quickly.

I fucked him furiously and came within a few minutes. When I withdrew my cock, I saw my hot spunk dribbling out of his hole.

It was Saturday and we had no pressures so we lay in bed a little longer.

"I'd love to shaft you," he said to me whilst kissing my ear with his tongue.

"How do you want to take me?" I asked simply.

"From behind," said Robin excitedly.

I took up the doggy position and he knelt behind me and he reamed my hole until I felt it quiver with pleasure. Then he wetted my hole with his saliva and pushed his hot young dick deep inside me. I purred with satisfaction.

"Take me to the moon," I cried out as Robin humped me with a mixture of strokes.

"Tell me how you like it best," he said.

"Long and fast," I replied.

Robin took me at my word and he counted to thirty before he felt my cock spurt in his hand. Then he felt his own cock quiver at the thirty-third stroke as his balls smashed against mine for the last time.

After a rest, we both dressed and I kissed Robin very passionately goodbye. We exchanged addresses and telephone numbers and I was soon on my way to Euston station feeling well and truly shagged out. I wondered who I was going to be with later in the day. Whoever it was, he'd have to be quite an exceptional guy to stop me thinking about Robin's horny cock and ass.

written by excaliber

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