Contact Made

Author: Jesse Gambini

When I saw the posting on the message board, I knew I had to answer. “Oral service given by hot 28 year old stud looking for same. Blond, blue eyes, goatee, nine inches.”

I sent him e-mail. We began corresponding. He told me his name was Stephen. He was direct and to the point. He was looking for dick to suck and it just so happens I’m always looking to have mine sucked. After exchanging several messages, we both were interested in meeting. We made arrangements to get together at a cafe South of Market one Tuesday night after work.

As I walked up Folsom Street that evening, I wondered if I should even be meeting any body like this. When I thought about having a hot stud suck me off, no questions, no commitments, my cock hardened to its full stiff seven inches. And if I wasn’t in to it, I didn’t have to do anything.

Arriving at the cafe about twenty minutes early, I ordered an Italian soda. Stephen told me that he would wait at a table outside. I grabbed a table in the window by the front door. I watched and waited for him to show up.

At about quarter after six, I saw a guy enter the cafe who fit Stephen’s description: tall, about six feet, good looking, short cropped blond hair and a goatee. He wore a black leather jacket and tight faded jeans that hugged a nice, round butt. He showed a mouth-watering sized basket. I was fairly certain it was him, although half the guys hanging out South of Market met the description. He grabbed a latte and then a table outside. Like an animal stalking its prey, I watched him from the window, my eyes never leaving him. I wanted to make absolutely sure it was him before I made my move.

My stomach was in knots as I approached his table. What if it wasn’t him? What if I made a damn fool of myself? It was possible that he might not find me as hot as I found him. It’s not that I’m bad looking or anything–I would say I’m an average kind of guy–mid thirties, dark hair, hazel eyes–not bad looking.

“Are you Stephen?” I asked.


I joined Stephen at his table. We made small talk for awhile, mostly about work and the computer BBS we were on. I was more than a little anxious. In addition to being nervous about the meeting, I was still wound up from a stressful day at work. This wasn’t a normal way for me to find a sex partner–I usually hung out and cruised at the bars, but I was getting a little sick and tired of all the games and all the attitude.

Hoping that Stephen wasn’t picking up on my anxiety, I asked him several questions. Stephen and I talked some more. I started to calm down about the whole thing. I was taken back by his cool, aloof manner. The longer we talked, the more I hoped we would get down to that hot oral service that his posting on the board talked about.

“You have any plans for tonight?” he asked.

“No, meeting you was all I scheduled,” I said.

“You want to go get a drink?”


We went to a nearby bar, a little hole in the wall. It wasn’t very crowded, but there was an interesting crowd. Stephen grabbed us a couple of drinks. Sitting down near the front door, we continued our conversation.

It didn’t take long for the alcohol to rush to my head. I had an early lunch that day and hadn’t eaten since early afternoon. After a few drinks, I felt a lot more relaxed and had a slight buzz on. Stephen and I kept talking, but we were skirting the issue that had brought us out that evening.

While we talked, I kept eyeing Stephen’s crotch. Up close, the bulge in his pants was even more impressive than from a distance. He had a good sized package stuffed into his jeans. From what I could tell, the posting about the nine inches wasn’t false advertising.

At one point, Stephen’s knee brushed against mine. The air was charged with sexual tension. I was glad Stephen had made the first move. I had been to uptight to do anything. When his knee brushed against mine again, my heart was pounding an erratic rhythm and knot rose in my throat. Gazing into Stephen’s blue eyes, I pressed my leg against his. Stephen then placed his hand on my knee. I watched as the bulge in his pants got bigger. My own cock was rock hard.

Stephen’s hand traveled up my leg. He squeezed my thigh. My cock was now straining in my pants. Reaching over he grabbed my crotch and kneaded my growing cock through my jeans.

“Nice,” he said.

I looked around the bar. None of the other patrons seemed too interested in Stephen groping my crotch. I reached down and grabbed his cock and kneaded his basket. He hadn’t been lying about his cock. He did have nine inches in there. We sat there groping each other’s hard cocks. I was already dripping a steady flow of pre-cum.

“You want to go to my place?” I asked.

“It’s too far.”

“How about yours?”

“It’s too out of the way.” I mischievous grin crept across Stephen’s face. “You ever done it outdoors?”

I shook my head no. “I’m willing to give it a try.”

“There’s lots of dark alleys around here. Let’s go.”

We finished our drinks, grabbed our jackets and headed out of the bar into the night.

Stephen and I wandered around South of Market for over fifteen minutes looking for a suitable place for out tryst.

“I’ve got to piss,” said Stephen.

“So do I.”

We found some overgrown bushes next to a deserted looking building. Stephen unzipped his pants and hauled out his huge cock. It was a nice thick piece of cut meat. I pulled my own cock out of my pants, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off Stephen’s.

Streams of hot piss puddled on the ground. When we were done pissing, neither one of us zipped up. Stroking our cocks, they grew longer and harder. Stephen cleared his throat, reached over and wrapped his fist around my hardon. He began to slowly jack my cock. His grip was firm. His hand was warm. I shuddered at his touch.

“That feels good.” I said.

We stared each other down. Reaching over, I grasped Stephen’s hard cock in my fist and began to stroke him. He was wearing a studded leather cock ring. He followed suit and wrapped his warm hand around my hard cock. We stood there in the dark stroking each other cocks until we heard voices in the street.

“I don’t think it’s too safe here,” I said.

We stuffed our hardons back into our pants and walked back towards Folsom Street. It took us a while to find someplace that was out of the way of foot traffic. Stephen grabbed at my crotch as we explored South of Market in the moonlight.

We eventually found a fenced-in unattended parking lot with a large gate off a side street. There was a large truck parked next to the fence. Shrubs and bushes had overgrown the chain link fence, shielding the view inside from the street It wasn’t completely out of the way, but it was dark enough so that if somebody walked down the street we wouldn’t be seen.

Walking the length of the parking lot alongside the truck, our footsteps crunched through the gravel covering the lot. Music was playing loudly several doors down the street. I could still hear the din of traffic in the distance buzzing down Folsom Street.

Stopping at the end of the truck, Stephen leaned against the back bumper. I stood and faced him.

“How’s this?” he asked.

“I guess its okay.”

I stepped closer. I could still make out Stephen handsome features in the moonlight. I stepped even closer to him. I could feel his hot breath on my face. Stephen reached out and fondled my crotch again. My cock hadn’t gone down since we pissed in the bushes earlier. He had me fucking hot. Stephen fumbled with his zipper and then pulled out his nine inches. I followed suit and pulled out my own cock.

Standing there face to face in the moonlight, we stroked each other’s hard dicks. Never having done anything like this before, I was still a little anxious. Stephen, on the other hand, seemed to be totally relaxed and into the whole scene.

Without any warning, Stephen dropped to his knees on the gravel and took my hard cock in his mouth. I’ve been told I have just the right sized cock for cocksucking–it’s about six inches and not too thick. Stephen gulped down my cock all the way to my bush without any problem.

His warm and moist mouth plunged up and down on my shaft. I began to enjoy the sensations of his tongue on my shaft. Looking down, I watched Stephen stroke his dick as he sucked my cock.

I drifted off and soon forgot where I was, only wanting to enjoy Stephen’s cocksucking. I pumped my cock in and out of Stephen’s hot throat, fucking his face in a steady rhythm. My thrusts were in time with the music playing in the background. Stephen hungrily gobbled up my cock. I was jolted back to reality when I heard the crash of a trash can against the street.

I pulled my cock out of Stephen’s mouth. Stephen stood up. I tried to stuff my cock back in my pants. I didn’t want to get caught in the act. The last thing I needed was to get arrested for having sex in the bushes. We peered through the foliage. I couldn’t see anybody. Then I saw someone struggling with the trash can.

“Don’t worry. He can’t see us,” whispered Stephen.

Stephen pulled his cock back out of his pants. I did the same. He knelt back down. His lips encircled my cockhead. This time I leaned against the back of the truck while Stephen worked his hot mouth over my shaft. My cock slid down Stephen’s throat with ease.

He was a great cocksucker. I slowly bucked my hips back and forth, my cock thrusting in and out of his mouth. Stephen resumed stroking his cock. I watched him again as he grasped his long thick cock. He tugged long and hard on his stiff cock. I tried as best I could to block out the sounds of the traffic and blaring music on Folsom. I concentrated on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the sounds of heavy breathing and the thump of my heartbeat in my ears.

Feeding hungrily on my cock, Stephen ran his tongue up and down my quivering cockshaft. I looked down and watched as my shaft slid into his mouth. My wet cock glistened in the moonlight.

My cock still in his mouth, Stephen glanced up at me. The moon was reflected in his steel-blue eyes. He was making me feel so damn good. I wanted to return the favor.

“Let me suck you,” I said.

“You want some?”

I knelt down in front of Stephen, taking him in my mouth. His cock was big, almost too big. I usually prefer taking a cock his size up my ass, but I knew I wasn’t going to have the pleasure given our surroundings. I hoped that there would be another time.

Stephen began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. He grabbed my head and fucked his cock down my throat. He built up his tempo as his oversized cock pumped in and out of my mouth. Stephen was a little more than I could handle. I gagged a couple of times. He eased back up. I licked down the length of his shaft and then swabbed my tongue over his shaved balls.

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