Chapter One – How I met Justin
It was a chance meeting, one of those things that one can put down to fate, luck or just a matter of being in the right place art the right time. I had finished work earlier than usual and had gone home and had my evening meal. I cast an eye over the TV schedules and could find nothing that would add any interest to my evening. The weather was fine, so I decided to go out. I wandered across the park and into the back streets where there was a small pub favoured by the gay community.
Guys would gather there prior to going onto a club, mainly on a Friday night or weekends. It was a Wednesday so, the bar was all but deserted. Frank, the barman, greeted me with his habitual half smile and a nod. ‘The usual?’ he said. I answered, ‘Please,’ and he poured a glass of my favourite beer. As I handed over my payment, he drew my attention to a guy sat at a table in the far corner of the room. ‘He’s been here for almost two hours playing the same doleful melody on the juke box – it’s driving me crazy It wouldn’t be so bad if he actually bought another drink. He’s only bought the one and he’s hardly touched it.’
I walked over and asked if he would mind if I sat at his table. He shrugged as much as to say please yourself whereas I half expected him to tell me to take one of the many other empty tables, as he glanced up at me. I sat down saying, ‘I haven’t seen you in here before.’ He sighed before saying, ‘No, I have only just moved into a place a couple of blocks away. The name’s Justin.’ We shook hands.
‘I’m Greg – you live alone?’ I asked trying to strike up a friendly conversation. ‘I do now,’ he said glumly. It was becoming apparent that this could be the reason for his present mood. ‘My partner has gone off with another guy,’ he added, thus confirming my suspicions. ‘That’s not good,’ I replied, unable to come up with anything else by way of comfort. ‘Had you been together long?’ I added.
He was silent for a few moments and then told me, ‘We had known each other since grade school. It was when we went to university that we became roommates and one thing led to another. We both knew we were gay, I guess from quite early on. but our friendship was platonic. Things changed between us once we shared accommodation.
Gavin would walk around in his undies or even naked, whereas I was less inclined to do so. The sight of his chiselled body would turn me on, and I would lock myself in the bathroom and jerk off. One day, I forgot to lock the door and Gavin walked in. I was naked and hard as a rock. He didn’t say anything but walked up to me and took my cock in his mouth. It was the first blow-job I had ever had and, I still remember it as thought it was only yesterday. After graduation we shared an apartment and both found work in the city.
It was from then on that we became lovers and he was quite demanding. Many a time my ass was sore for days, but I was so in love with him that I put up with the lengthy, often rough sex sessions. Recently, I began to suspect that he wanted more than what I could offer, and he would frequently stay out at night. When he came home in the morning, he would have the scent of sex upon him. However, I was so infatuated by him that I put up with his nightly excursions. It was somewhat to my advantage that he got his rocks off away from the house as he became less demanding upon me. He would be tired and was happy for me to massage his back and satisfy my own lusts by giving him a blow job from time to time. Then he went out two weeks ago and I haven’t seen him since.’
I listened to this tale of woe feeling sympathetic towards its teller. ‘You said you have only just moved into a new place near here. Does Gavin know where you live now?’
Justin looked up at me and half smiled before replying. ‘Tried hard to contact him on his cell phone. The problem was that the lease was up on our shared apartment and I couldn’t afford it on my own. That was why I had to move to a smaller place. All my attempts to speak to him went to voice mail and he has never replied. The day after he left, he came back when I was at work and cleared out all his stuff. He left his key on the kitchen table with a scribbled note that merely said “Goodbye – it’s been good.” I called his office but was told that he had resigned and gone without working his notice. They asked if they should send his final pay check to our home address and I said they’d best hang on to it as he no longer lived with me and I did not know where he was.’
‘That note,’ I asked, ‘It was definitely his handwriting?’
‘It was in capital letters, unusual really as he always wrote in a backwards sloping scrawl. I used to joke that it was a sign of bad character.’ Justin replied.
‘So, it may not have been him who wrote the note or even came to the apartment and took his things.’ I said.
‘If it was a stranger how would he or she know what to take – none of my stuff was taken.’
‘Gavin could have been with someone else and that person wrote the message. Or maybe he gave them a clear description of what to take.’ My attempts at finding an explanation were getting wild to say the least at this point.
‘My God!’ Justin exclaimed, ‘do you think he may have been abducted or worse, murdered?’
‘Sorry,’ I said. ‘My speculation is upsetting you. Like you said when I first spoke to you, he has probably gone off with another guy – simple as that.’
It was at this [point that the barman came over and picked up our empty glasses. ‘Sorry guys,’ he said. ‘I closing up for the night, time for you to go. Thanks for your custom – come again.’ With that he strolled across the bar and switched off most of the lights on his way.
‘Greg, you did say your name was Greg. I don’t feel much luck being on my own tonight,’ Justin said. ‘Would you care to come home with me?’ I thought for a moment as it seemed an unusual request. As I am a free agent with no one at home expecting me, I agreed, and we left the bar together.
Chapter Two – Justin Revealed
His apartment was small. More a studio in fact. There was a main living area with a kitchen at one end and a tiny bathroom that would have been at home on a cruise ship. The single bedroom was on a mezzanine floor above the main room but at the opposite end from the kitchen. Two floor-to-ceiling windows dominated the side of the room overlooking the street below. The décor was modern, minimalistic and quite appealing if that style was to your taste. Personally, I am more of a traditionalist myself. Justin ushered me to a low backed leather upholstered couch while he went to the kitchen and took a couple of Buds from the refrigerator. He came and sat beside me and we sipped our beers.
I made some complimentary remarks about the apartment in an effort to break the silence and without replying, Justin put his beer down on the glass topped coffee table and placed a hand on my thigh. As I did not pull back from his touch he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I had not been with another guy for quite some time and was feeling horny, so I pulled him close and joined in with the tongue ‘n lips exploration.
Inevitably, we started to shed clothes and made our way up to his bed. To say Justin was a passionate lover was an understatement. I had never experienced sex with such vigour. His approach was more like a full-frontal attack. He grabbed my cock and swallowed the shaft in one swift move. I do not intend to boast but I have eight inches of uncut meat and few have been able to take it whole without gagging at some point. Justin’s blowjob without any reflex was as though I had no more than five inches and he went at it, all the while grabbing at my balls, until I was ready to shoot my load. He sensed my imminent ejaculation and pushed my legs high in the air as I lay on my back. He then turned his attention to my ass and prodded my hole with his tongue.
I lay gasping for air, all kinds of sensations running up and down my body as he pulled on a condom before plunging his medium length, thick cock into my ass. As he fucked me with fast determined thrusts, he jerked on my cock and within no time at all I shot a wad that left a stream the length of my torso, some even splashing on my face. Justin pulled out, tore off the condom and came almost at once, his juice mingling with mine. He leaned over and licked up the man-juice. Once more his lips locked with mine and the fruits of our coupling passed back and forth between our mouths.
No words passed between us and Justin, breathing hard lay on his back beside me and promptly fell asleep. My past sexual exploits had been many and varied but never before had I had experienced such a violent and speedy fuck. It was all over in what seemed to be no more than a few minutes. Admittedly, I did enjoy a powerful orgasm, but I favour some tenderness in coupling. This was like an attack by a sex predator on an innocent virgin. I thought back to our conversation in the bar, when Justin said that Gavin was the demanding lover. I began to wonder whether Gavin had walked out on Justin as it was the latter rather than the former who was over enthusiastic between the sheets.
As I mulled this over in my mind, I too fell asleep only to be awakened the next morning with the thrust of the knob end of Justin’s morning wood prodding at my butt. Turning towards him, I suggested that we take it a little more slowly. He lay back and was able to demonstrate my preferences by giving him a blowjob, and intermittently sucking on his balls until he ejaculated. Opening the drawer on his night table, he handed me a bottle of lube and a condom. I lubricated his ass and having donned the rubber, I slowly entered him as he groaned with what I trusted was a measure of delight. I plowed his ass from behind as he lay on his side with a steady rhythmic series of thrusts until I felt my orgasm building to a satisfying crescendo. Spent, I rolled away from him saying ‘How was that for you?’
He didn’t reply but got up from the bed and went down to the bathroom. Seconds later I could hear the shower running. His cell phone was son the night table and it started to ring. Automatically, I picked it up and said ‘Hello?’
‘Oh, I was wanting Justin – he not there? It’s Gavin.’
‘Hi Gavin, he’s in the shower. Can I take a message?’
‘Who are you?’ Gavin asked.
‘I’m Greg. I guess you could call me a one-night stand.’ I replied.
‘You need to be aware of his voracious sexual appetite if you are going to be more than a one-nighter,’ he replied laughing. ‘I left him as he got to be too much for me,’ he added.
‘He told me you were the vigorous one,’ I exclaimed.
‘Don’t you believe him, he’s an animal in bed. More than I could take in the end. Tell him I rang – I’ll call again later.’ With that he hung up.
When Justin came out of the bathroom, I told him that Greg had phoned and would ring back. He just said thanks and suggested that I use the bathroom as he had to get a move on if he was not going to be late for work.
I could not help but feel that I had been used by this guy. We parted at the entrance door to his apartment building each going our separate ways. I have not seen him since. We did not exchange phone numbers and although I know where he lives, feel no desire to meet up with him again.
It’s one I put down to experience!
It was a chance meeting, one of those things that one can put down to fate, luck or just a matter of being in the right place art the right time. I had finished work earlier than usual and had gone home and had my evening meal. I cast an eye over the TV schedules and could find nothing that would add any interest to my evening. The weather was fine, so I decided to go out. I wandered across the park and into the back streets where there was a small pub favoured by the gay community.
Guys would gather there prior to going onto a club, mainly on a Friday night or weekends. It was a Wednesday so, the bar was all but deserted. Frank, the barman, greeted me with his habitual half smile and a nod. ‘The usual?’ he said. I answered, ‘Please,’ and he poured a glass of my favourite beer. As I handed over my payment, he drew my attention to a guy sat at a table in the far corner of the room. ‘He’s been here for almost two hours playing the same doleful melody on the juke box – it’s driving me crazy It wouldn’t be so bad if he actually bought another drink. He’s only bought the one and he’s hardly touched it.’
I walked over and asked if he would mind if I sat at his table. He shrugged as much as to say please yourself whereas I half expected him to tell me to take one of the many other empty tables, as he glanced up at me. I sat down saying, ‘I haven’t seen you in here before.’ He sighed before saying, ‘No, I have only just moved into a place a couple of blocks away. The name’s Justin.’ We shook hands.
‘I’m Greg – you live alone?’ I asked trying to strike up a friendly conversation. ‘I do now,’ he said glumly. It was becoming apparent that this could be the reason for his present mood. ‘My partner has gone off with another guy,’ he added, thus confirming my suspicions. ‘That’s not good,’ I replied, unable to come up with anything else by way of comfort. ‘Had you been together long?’ I added.
He was silent for a few moments and then told me, ‘We had known each other since grade school. It was when we went to university that we became roommates and one thing led to another. We both knew we were gay, I guess from quite early on. but our friendship was platonic. Things changed between us once we shared accommodation.
Gavin would walk around in his undies or even naked, whereas I was less inclined to do so. The sight of his chiselled body would turn me on, and I would lock myself in the bathroom and jerk off. One day, I forgot to lock the door and Gavin walked in. I was naked and hard as a rock. He didn’t say anything but walked up to me and took my cock in his mouth. It was the first blow-job I had ever had and, I still remember it as thought it was only yesterday. After graduation we shared an apartment and both found work in the city.
It was from then on that we became lovers and he was quite demanding. Many a time my ass was sore for days, but I was so in love with him that I put up with the lengthy, often rough sex sessions. Recently, I began to suspect that he wanted more than what I could offer, and he would frequently stay out at night. When he came home in the morning, he would have the scent of sex upon him. However, I was so infatuated by him that I put up with his nightly excursions. It was somewhat to my advantage that he got his rocks off away from the house as he became less demanding upon me. He would be tired and was happy for me to massage his back and satisfy my own lusts by giving him a blow job from time to time. Then he went out two weeks ago and I haven’t seen him since.’
I listened to this tale of woe feeling sympathetic towards its teller. ‘You said you have only just moved into a new place near here. Does Gavin know where you live now?’
Justin looked up at me and half smiled before replying. ‘Tried hard to contact him on his cell phone. The problem was that the lease was up on our shared apartment and I couldn’t afford it on my own. That was why I had to move to a smaller place. All my attempts to speak to him went to voice mail and he has never replied. The day after he left, he came back when I was at work and cleared out all his stuff. He left his key on the kitchen table with a scribbled note that merely said “Goodbye – it’s been good.” I called his office but was told that he had resigned and gone without working his notice. They asked if they should send his final pay check to our home address and I said they’d best hang on to it as he no longer lived with me and I did not know where he was.’
‘That note,’ I asked, ‘It was definitely his handwriting?’
‘It was in capital letters, unusual really as he always wrote in a backwards sloping scrawl. I used to joke that it was a sign of bad character.’ Justin replied.
‘So, it may not have been him who wrote the note or even came to the apartment and took his things.’ I said.
‘If it was a stranger how would he or she know what to take – none of my stuff was taken.’
‘Gavin could have been with someone else and that person wrote the message. Or maybe he gave them a clear description of what to take.’ My attempts at finding an explanation were getting wild to say the least at this point.
‘My God!’ Justin exclaimed, ‘do you think he may have been abducted or worse, murdered?’
‘Sorry,’ I said. ‘My speculation is upsetting you. Like you said when I first spoke to you, he has probably gone off with another guy – simple as that.’
It was at this [point that the barman came over and picked up our empty glasses. ‘Sorry guys,’ he said. ‘I closing up for the night, time for you to go. Thanks for your custom – come again.’ With that he strolled across the bar and switched off most of the lights on his way.
‘Greg, you did say your name was Greg. I don’t feel much luck being on my own tonight,’ Justin said. ‘Would you care to come home with me?’ I thought for a moment as it seemed an unusual request. As I am a free agent with no one at home expecting me, I agreed, and we left the bar together.
Chapter Two – Justin Revealed
His apartment was small. More a studio in fact. There was a main living area with a kitchen at one end and a tiny bathroom that would have been at home on a cruise ship. The single bedroom was on a mezzanine floor above the main room but at the opposite end from the kitchen. Two floor-to-ceiling windows dominated the side of the room overlooking the street below. The décor was modern, minimalistic and quite appealing if that style was to your taste. Personally, I am more of a traditionalist myself. Justin ushered me to a low backed leather upholstered couch while he went to the kitchen and took a couple of Buds from the refrigerator. He came and sat beside me and we sipped our beers.
I made some complimentary remarks about the apartment in an effort to break the silence and without replying, Justin put his beer down on the glass topped coffee table and placed a hand on my thigh. As I did not pull back from his touch he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I had not been with another guy for quite some time and was feeling horny, so I pulled him close and joined in with the tongue ‘n lips exploration.
Inevitably, we started to shed clothes and made our way up to his bed. To say Justin was a passionate lover was an understatement. I had never experienced sex with such vigour. His approach was more like a full-frontal attack. He grabbed my cock and swallowed the shaft in one swift move. I do not intend to boast but I have eight inches of uncut meat and few have been able to take it whole without gagging at some point. Justin’s blowjob without any reflex was as though I had no more than five inches and he went at it, all the while grabbing at my balls, until I was ready to shoot my load. He sensed my imminent ejaculation and pushed my legs high in the air as I lay on my back. He then turned his attention to my ass and prodded my hole with his tongue.
I lay gasping for air, all kinds of sensations running up and down my body as he pulled on a condom before plunging his medium length, thick cock into my ass. As he fucked me with fast determined thrusts, he jerked on my cock and within no time at all I shot a wad that left a stream the length of my torso, some even splashing on my face. Justin pulled out, tore off the condom and came almost at once, his juice mingling with mine. He leaned over and licked up the man-juice. Once more his lips locked with mine and the fruits of our coupling passed back and forth between our mouths.
No words passed between us and Justin, breathing hard lay on his back beside me and promptly fell asleep. My past sexual exploits had been many and varied but never before had I had experienced such a violent and speedy fuck. It was all over in what seemed to be no more than a few minutes. Admittedly, I did enjoy a powerful orgasm, but I favour some tenderness in coupling. This was like an attack by a sex predator on an innocent virgin. I thought back to our conversation in the bar, when Justin said that Gavin was the demanding lover. I began to wonder whether Gavin had walked out on Justin as it was the latter rather than the former who was over enthusiastic between the sheets.
As I mulled this over in my mind, I too fell asleep only to be awakened the next morning with the thrust of the knob end of Justin’s morning wood prodding at my butt. Turning towards him, I suggested that we take it a little more slowly. He lay back and was able to demonstrate my preferences by giving him a blowjob, and intermittently sucking on his balls until he ejaculated. Opening the drawer on his night table, he handed me a bottle of lube and a condom. I lubricated his ass and having donned the rubber, I slowly entered him as he groaned with what I trusted was a measure of delight. I plowed his ass from behind as he lay on his side with a steady rhythmic series of thrusts until I felt my orgasm building to a satisfying crescendo. Spent, I rolled away from him saying ‘How was that for you?’
He didn’t reply but got up from the bed and went down to the bathroom. Seconds later I could hear the shower running. His cell phone was son the night table and it started to ring. Automatically, I picked it up and said ‘Hello?’
‘Oh, I was wanting Justin – he not there? It’s Gavin.’
‘Hi Gavin, he’s in the shower. Can I take a message?’
‘Who are you?’ Gavin asked.
‘I’m Greg. I guess you could call me a one-night stand.’ I replied.
‘You need to be aware of his voracious sexual appetite if you are going to be more than a one-nighter,’ he replied laughing. ‘I left him as he got to be too much for me,’ he added.
‘He told me you were the vigorous one,’ I exclaimed.
‘Don’t you believe him, he’s an animal in bed. More than I could take in the end. Tell him I rang – I’ll call again later.’ With that he hung up.
When Justin came out of the bathroom, I told him that Greg had phoned and would ring back. He just said thanks and suggested that I use the bathroom as he had to get a move on if he was not going to be late for work.
I could not help but feel that I had been used by this guy. We parted at the entrance door to his apartment building each going our separate ways. I have not seen him since. We did not exchange phone numbers and although I know where he lives, feel no desire to meet up with him again.
It’s one I put down to experience!
