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Chance Encounter I Part I: The Meeting I was about to cut my run short and head home, when something possessed me to go browse at my favorite bookstore just a little out of my way. Ordinarily I’d want to shower and change, but as it was a cool day and I had taken an easy run to begin with, I wasn’t too sweaty or smelly. I wiped the moisture off my forehead as I walked through the doors into the store. This was, incidentally, a normal bookstore—not an adult bookstore or porn shop. It did happen to be popular with the local gay population and a few men would come to cruise while pretending to browse the shelves. I had been in many times—mostly to look around like any other customer, occasionally (and successfully) looking around for a hook-up. This time, I was just there to wander around for a little while. I had only been inside for a few minutes when I noticed a particular guy wander in through the doors. I was glad I had on underwear that would help hide the hard-on I got instantly. Mid-20’s; broad, developed body in a tight t-shirt and cotton gym shorts; dark hair spiked over a tanned complexion; face like a model in a magazine ad. As he walked past me, I noticed that he glanced in my direction. I wasn’t here just to browse anymore. I got really lucky this time. I mean Really Lucky. Usually when cruising in a place like this store it’s hard to tell if a guy is even gay or into other guys, let alone looking for a hookup. As I wandered around trying to figure out how best to approach my situation, I happened to find the hot guy again, all alone in the aisle, flipping through a large book. I couldn’t resist walking by to check him out again, so I casually glanced at the shelves as I got closer. I realized two things as I got near him: one, he smelled incredible, which turned me on even more; and two, he wasn’t looking at the book he was holding. There was something he was hiding inside the pages of the large hardback. At first I thought he would keep what ever he was looking at fairly hidden. As I checked him and his reading material out, though, I happened to catch a glimpse of what looked like a very male torso. I looked back, and I was right. He was flipping through a gay porn magazine. However, by this time he was looking at me almost as much as he looked at the naked men posing on the pages in front of him. I felt safe making it obvious that I was enjoying looking at the magazine over his shoulder. As he flipped the pages, I saw his thin shorts tenting out pretty far in front of him. He was going commando, he was hung, and he was horny. As he looked at me, his hand moved down from the book and he slowly groped his crotch as his cock strained more against the fabric. I moved closer and his hand went from his crotch to mine. He rubbed my package with strength and I watched a small smile appear on his face as his large hand felt the size of my stiffening member. I wanted us both to be naked and writhing right there on the floor of the bookstore. I reached for his cock, and when I began to rub him through his shorts like he was rubbing me, he looked at me and in a low, sexy voice said, “So, you wanna go someplace else? I live by myself…my apartment’s real close.” I hated the thought of letting go of this stud’s package for even a second, but the thought of how comfortable we could get in private made me say that his suggestion was a great idea. “Great,” he whispered. As he turned, he paused, and then pushed his ass backwards so it rubbed against my crotch. The most amazing, muscular butt grinding against my cock even through my shorts made me break out in a far greater sweat than I had when I first entered the store. He turned his head to look at me, with a grin that made my legs feel weak. I couldn’t get over how hot this guy was. “By the way, my name’s Chance.” He started to walk away, but as he did he reached back to give my cock one more squeeze. The grin got even bigger and he whispered, “Come on.” I wasted no time in following him out of the store and down the street two blocks to a small apartment building, watching that butt from the time we stepped outside till he turned the key in his door and ushered me inside, subtly running his tongue over his lips. …To be continued… |
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