Mike Meets Jeff at a Party Ch. 01
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Mike meets Jeff at a party 1
My friend Nick invited me to a party at one of his weird friend’s place. It was an apartment in an inner-city suburb, quite upmarket from what I could tell…what did I know? I’m 18 years old, born early in the year and repeated a year at primary school – so I’m generally a year older than the others in my form, this being the last year of school. Will I go on to university? – unsure at this stage.
I drove on my provisional licence as Nick intended to crash and I wasn’t much of a drinker. I really didn’t know why I came as it wasn’t my scene anyway on a Saturday night. Finally parked we made our way to the upstairs apartment and let ourselves in to a mood-music affair, with dimmed lighting in places, cocktails on benches and tables and a mix of guys and girls chatting and socialising. From my upbringing and tastes I was way out of my comfort zone here – too many people/too close/too chic.
I toured the party with Nick as he introduced my he and there, shook hands with the apartment owner and struggled to remember names. In a corner of the front patio Nick met Jeff and we shook hands, introducing me.
‘This is Mike, we’ve been long-term friends.’
‘Hi Jeff, nice to meet you’ I thought I said for the twentieth time tonight.
‘Hey Mike, welcome to the party – though not mine’ he joked. ‘Nice to meet you too.’ (What happened here I thought, a little jump in my heart rate as I looked at his smiling face?)
Nick exited stage left and Jeff and I were standing there looking at each other. ‘Come and sit down and try to excuse Nick’s rudeness’ Jeff noted. I laughed, yeah dump me here with someone I don’t know.
It wasn’t that bad actually; Jeff was an interesting guy. He was forty or so I guessed, dark hair with a trace of silver streaks and in good shape at around six-feet and circa 80 kilograms – we could have been same-size gym buddies. Some sort of marketing job in the city. He asked me about school and ideas going forward, he explained to me advertising and market knowledge.
‘I love wine Mike; would you like to try a glass Kemer travesti of this Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand?’
‘As if I’d know?’ I joked, ‘but sure thank you.’
Mike went off to the make-shift bar. I watch him walk from behind – he was in very good shape…why was I thinking about that?
Upon return we chatted about next to every subject and I was enjoying the wine – was it my first or second ever?
Jeff asked about how my dating was going at the very important stage of being 18…’err non-existent I’m afraid’ I replied with mock disappointment and a laugh.
‘Is that girls or guys?’ Jeff asked with a smile on his face.
I laughed as it was a great line. Throwing the joke back, ‘well I am 18!’
‘Good on you, you shouldn’t ignore all your options.’
We both laughed and I got the most delicious jolt in my tummy at Jeff’s interest. We both stared at each other for a long moment. Jeff reached out his hand and lightly stroked my chest, crossing over my left nipple. Wow that was nice I thought as I just looked at him.
‘Did you like that?’
I must have blushed dark crimson but managed a reply…’yes.’
He did it again and this stroke was even nicer. I felt my penis twinge and I caught a big breath. ‘Have you been with a guy Mike?’
‘I haven’t been with a guy or a girl’ I blurted out, unsure why I was admitting this to anyone, especially someone I’d known for 30 minutes.
We had been sitting in single chairs across a small barbecue table. Jeff stood and moved over to a couch that backed onto the window/door-side of the patio. He motioned me to come and sit next to him. I didn’t know what was going on but I stood and followed him to the couch and sat next to him, close, thigh to thigh. My package was firming for an unknown reason at the excitement of this scene…what was going one – what was I doing?
Seated and our wine glasses on the floor in front, Jeff turned to face me. Once again he reached out and stroked my chest and the little electric bolts surged through my body and yes – my dick was hard.
‘Did Kemer travestileri you like that?’
I was speechless. I didn’t know what was going on – but I did know that I was excited and breathless.
‘You haven’t been with anyone have you? Has nobody touched you like that ever?’
‘No… I don’t know what’s happening here…I haven’t been…’ I trailed off.
Jeff giggled a bit and reached down for his wine. I sat there with my mouth open, my head swirling and my cock aching.
‘I’m coming on to you. I think you’re very cute and I thought you might like men…I was testing you out. I thought you enjoyed me touching you?’
I blushed again. ‘Well yes I did, I don’t know why…no-one has ever done that to me before, especially not a guy’ I giggled a bit and could feel the heat rising through my body – my red face must have been visible from Mars.
Jeff didn’t say anything, just smiled at me and reached his hand out again and ran his fingers down my chest and lower to my tummy. I jumped a bit as his touch took my breath away. His fingers lingered at my waist, then he traced down to my thigh. I was giddy with excitement and fought for air. I could feel my heart beating seemingly out of my chest and I was gripping the cushion seat of the couch…so I wouldn’t fall off I weirdly thought.
‘I think you might like this more than you’d imagined or fantasised’ Jeff whispered. ‘Do you mind if I touch you more’ and I flinched as he ran his hand over my now very hard package. ‘You are enjoying this Mike!’
‘I, I, I am I stammered’ and couldn’t believe my ears that I had said that. Jeff’s hand grasped my package lightly and a little moan escaped me involuntarily. ‘You’re well-built Mike. You are enjoying being touched by me’ he murmured as he flexed his hand on my straining dick through my trousers. He was looking deeply into my eyes and I was mesmerized by him and what he was doing to me.
‘Relax a bit Mike’ he said as his other hand pushed me gently back into the couch. ‘Let me make you feel good, let me introduce you to how adult men Travesti kemer please each other.’ I did lean back and Jeff had a firmer hold on my strained trousers – his fingers holding on to my erection and gently massaging me. I moaned again and could feel myself losing control there and then, on the couch, with a man!
‘I, ah, ah, jeeeezus’ I groaned and I felt a violent and deep orgasm rip through my body. There was nothing I could about it – it just happened. ‘Ah, ah, ahhhh’ I grunted as wave after wave of pleasure overtook my body. I was nearly ripping the cushion seat out and my body was spasming without control. Jeff continued to massage and fondle my cock through the material of my trousers as I felt my hot juice fill my briefs and soak my crotch. After what felt like six or seven ejaculations I was panting and fighting for breath. Jeff rested his hand on my crotch and I could swear I bucked my hips up to his fingers in search of his touch.
I was spent and lolled back on the couch – breathing hard and looking at Jeff incredulously at what he’d just done to me. ‘That was a lovely orgasm you had’ he cooed, ‘you must like men after all’ he winked. ‘I’ll stay her with you until you recover, then you best get into the bathroom and clean yourself up.’
After some minutes of catching my breath and returning my heart rate to normal I agreed with him. Unsteadily I got to my feet and made it to the bathroom – noticing people looking at me as I made my way. Did they see what happened? They can’t see the couch out on the patio surely. Or am I walking like I’ve just been jerked off by a guy…?
I cleaned myself up and came back to the couch. Jeff said he was going to go home and asked me if I could give him a lift. I thought it best that I go as well and said I was happy to drop him off. One the car ride home there was an awkward silence except for Jeff giving me directions. And my thoughts were swirling around my head. Was that natural, should I have let him touch and please me like that – do I feel guilty or remorseful? I didn’t know.
‘I really enjoyed meeting you Mike, and, ah, and enjoyed me enjoying yourself’ Jeff quipped as we arrived outside his apartment block. ‘What’s your number and I’ll text you so we can keep in contact if you like?’
My biggest surprise of the night was when I said I’d like to see him again and gave him my number.
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