Tony – The person who changed my life: Part 1

A number of years ago I used to live in Birmingham. I was twenty two and had a fairly good office job. I was engaged to be married and my fiancée and I found a flat where we would both live after we were married which was not for another year as she was a student at university some distance away. I occupied the flat on my own in the meantime.

Getting to work was just a bus ride away and since I was expected to arrive at a certain time each day I used to always catch the same bus in the morning. Although I was getting married I still found men attractive but I didn't think that it really meant anything and therefore only looked for casual sexual encounters. Most of these so far had been having a wank or being sucked off in a public toilet. But I was always on the lookout for a nice looking guy to either fantasise about or actually have sex with.

When I travelled by bus I used to travel on the top deck which was generally quite full. For fun I would look for a young chap sitting on his own and sit next to him. As the journey took some time I took the opportunity to press my leg up against his. Sometimes he was sitting so near the window that this wasn't possible but if he was nearer the centre of the two seats then applying pressure discretely was quite easy. What I hoped for was that the chap would respond similarly.

Unfortunately this did not happen until one day I saw sitting ahead of me a young bloke with a good head of fair hair which was long enough to cover his ears and had a slight curl in it. From the back he looked like the sort of feller I'd fancy. He was sitting on his own and so I took the seat beside him. I did not look directly at him but instead pressed my leg against his. This time when I tried it I was sure that he was applying more than a slight pressure to my leg in return. But I did not know how to respond. I had not thought that far ahead. I gave the chap who appeared quite young a furtive sideways glance and could see that he was looking out of the window as if nothing was happening. I did nothing further and got off at my stop leaving him on the bus still.

The next day he was on the bus again but he was sitting on the aisle side. As there was an empty double seat just ahead of him I sat in that. A few seconds later he had got up and sat beside me. I was now sure he was interested in more that what was going on outside the bus. This time he pressed his leg against mine and I responded in the same fashion. Looking at him sideways again I saw he was staring ahead as if he was doing nothing. He had a coat with him that was draped over his legs. He seemed to look around the bus and then he placed his hand on my thigh. It was like a bolt of electricity going through me and I think I actually jumped. I knew that my cock had instantly started to go hard. Anyhow he sensed that I had tensed and was retreating his hand, thinking that he had misjudged the situation, so I quickly placed my hand on his and turned to him and smiled. He smiled back, the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. My cock reached full hardness in record time.

What we both knew was that he had not made a mistake with me and I had not made a mistake about him either.

'Hi,' I said quietly so that perhaps it was just my lips he read.

'Hi,' he answered back. I was not sure how to pursue this further but I knew that this was an opportunity I should not miss or mess up.

'I'd like to do a bit more than this,' I said looking down at my hand which was still covering his and gently gripping it.

'So would I,' the young chap said. I had got a good look at him by now and could see that he was probably eighteen or nineteen and had a really beautiful face, high cheekbones, unblemished skin and sensuous lips that just shouted out to be kissed. His hair was cut into a fringe which was brushed to one side of his forehead. I threw caution to the wind and took the plunge.

'Can we meet up after work?' I asked.

'Yea,' he said with enthusiasm but looking worried, 'where?'

'You could come to my flat,' I said. 'I live alone.'

His face brightened up when I said this and then he asked when.

'Tonight, if you like,' I answered. 'I only live a short distance from where I get on the bus. What time do you finish work?'

'Five o'clock,' he answered, 'but I can't manage tonight. Tomorrow's ok though.'

We arranged that we would meet tomorrow and I told him that as I finished about half an hour before him I would wait at my bus stop for him to arrive and that we would then go back to my flat together. All this time I had my hand on his and his was on my thigh and gently squeezing it. Unfortunately it was not practicable for him to move his hand up towards my cock as this might have been obvious to the other passengers. I could feel my erect cock pushing against the material of my pants yearning to be free. I bet his was too.

'I'll probably see you again tomorrow morning as well,' I said to him as the bus reached my stop and I got up to get off. I could see that my cock was protruding and making a tent in my trousers. He looked at it and smiled. I didn't bother to think what the other passengers might think. 'I'll bring my coat as well,' I added smiling and winking at him. He smiled back and knew what I meant.

Trying to work after that brief encounter was not easy. My mind just wouldn't stay on the job. My cock seemed to be permanently hard and at lunchtime I went to the toilets locked myself in a closet and wanked myself off thinking about this lovely lad I had just propositioned. In my mind I had already undressed him and I hoped he would live up to my expectations.

That night I went out and rang my fiancé which I did most night unless I had to work overtime. She knew nothing about my feelings towards men and I had no intention of telling her. I did not think that it would harm our relationship as I did not believe that casual sex with men could threaten a relationship between a man and a woman. I just thought that my sexual encounters with men were a cheap thrill I could have in addition to being engaged and shagging my fiancée. I told her though that I was working late the following day and would not be able to ring her. As this happened from time to time she was not bothered by it.

I could not get the young man out of my mind though and when I went to bed later I wanked myself again and this time I imagined us sucking each other and him fucking me. I even spread vaseline on my fingers and pushed one, two and then three inside my arse to make believe it was his cock inside me. This made me shoot a much larger load of cum than I usually do.

The next morning I got on the bus and he was sitting there but he had managed to get the back seat and to keep the one next to him free until I got on. In this seat only passengers getting on or off the bus could see what our hands were doing. However we placed our coats over our thighs and crutches just in case. His hand was on my thigh straightaway and I placed mine on his. This was the first time that I had felt his leg through his jeans. I squeezed gently and could feel his firm muscles. I moved my hand towards his knee and then back to his groin. My cock had gone rock hard and I could tell that his had too. I ran my hand over the bulge that protruded from his jeans and could judge the length and thickness of what was there underneath. I was not disappointed. He had checked me out too and felt the full extent of my eight inches.

'Are you ok for tonight?' I asked.

'You bet,' he said. 'I told my mum I would be late back and not to make tea for me.'

'That's good,' I said, 'anyhow if we get hungry we can have something to eat at my place.'

We sat with our hands stroking each other's thighs but covered by our coats until I reached my stop.

'I'll see you at my bus-stop this evening at about half five,' I told him as I stood up.

'Ok,' he said, giving me that beautiful smile of his.

I spent the next few hours daydreaming about this chap and hardly got any work done. It was a good thing we were not really busy at the moment. I did not have a wank at lunchtime though as I wanted to have a full load of cum in my balls for the anticipated session that was to come. Finally it was time to go home and I got my bus back. As I had more than half and hour to spare I went back to the flat and dropped off my bag and coat.

I left the flat in good time and got to the bus-stop at about twenty-five minutes past five. There were always lots of buses at that time and he was not on the first three or four. I was worried that perhaps he was not going to turn up but then he got off the next bus and approached me.

'Hi,' I said smiling. He smiled back and I had a strong desire to kiss him there and then. I had not seen him in the evening before and therefore not realised that he had a fairly physical job that left him rather sweaty and grubby when he was finished for the day. Rather than put me off this made him even more sexy and attractive. That work-worn exterior super-imposed on his youthful body made him look really horny in my eyes.

On the short walk back to the flat I found out that his name was Tony and that he was nineteen. Once inside the hallway of the flat he took off his work boots as he explained they were too dirty to wear inside. When he had finished, I took hold of his hand and he turned towards me. Those lips were tantalising and I could not hold myself back from bringing mine in contact with them. We kissed for a long time increasing the passion and contact between our lips and tongues and caressing our bodies. It felt like Tony was everything I wanted to find in a man.

We were still in the hall and when we finally let each other go I told Tony to hang his coat up on one of the hooks and to come into the living room.

'Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?' I asked.

'I'd like a cup of tea,' he said, 'but first, is it possible I can have a shower. I feel so mucky after work that it's usually the first thing I do.'

'Of course,' I said. 'I'll get you a towel.' Then as an afterthought I said, 'Would you like me to join you in the shower.'

'Yea, of course,' he said removing his socks. 'I hope my feet don't smell. My sister is always telling me that my feet smell.'

I picked up one of his socks and held it to my nose. There was no smell of sweat only a sweet bodily smell and the warmth from his foot.

'Your sister is teasing you,' I said as I was taking off my shoes and socks. 'There is no unpleasant smell from your feet.'

He had stood up to take off his pullover when I stood up too and said, 'let me take your clothes off you.'

He dropped his arms and I took hold of his pullover from the waist and pulled it over his head. Underneath he had on a t-shirt and for the first time I could see his well developed chest. I stood back and admired the shape of his pecs that could quite easily be seen under his t-shirt. As I went to take it off he slipped off my jacket which fell to the floor and then started to undo the buttons of my shirt.

'I get really turned on by a guy in a suit,' he told me and he put his hand inside my shirt and started to caress my pecs which were puny compared with his. I got hold of his t-shirt and pulled it off. Before me was the most fabulous image of manliness. It wasn't an image, though, but the real thing and I ran my hand from his six pack up to his well-muscled pecs. They were better than any girl's tits I had felt. Firm, fitting my hand perfectly and having a hard nipple in the centre. I bent down to lick and bite these nipples but he stopped me and said we must strip and shower first. I think he really must have been uncomfortable not washing away the effects of his working day.

'Ok,' I said as I now undid his jeans, 'but tell me how you have managed to get such a fantastic physique.'

As we proceeded to divest each other of our clothes he told me that he worked in an iron foundry and that it was heavy, hot and dirty work. He normally wore an overall when working but it only protected his clothes and did not stop him from getting sweaty from the heat. Also there was a lot of handling of heavy equipment which meant that this developed his muscles quite quickly and they were a necessary part of his job. He did add though that he went to a gym three times a week.

'Well you look terrific,' I said. 'Against you my puny body looks so skinny.'

We were now totally naked and both had semi-hardons. I had stroked him through his jeans on the bus but now I could see that he not only had the physique of a god but an eight inch cock to match. Mine however was possibly a bit bigger overall than his.

'You may be slim,' he said, 'and not have developed muscles and, in a man to me, that's not important. But you've got a cock to boast about and that does turn me on.' I kissed him lightly on the lips as if to say thank you.

We had walked into the bathroom by now and were waiting for the shower to warm up sufficiently to get underneath. I let him go first and he gave himself a good soaping down. I followed and started to rub the soap into his body. His skin felt slippery and smooth. He had his back to me at first and I ran my hands down his spine towards his buttocks which were round and firm. I felt between the cheeks of his backside and found his hole.

'Wash that thoroughly for me, will you,' he said. I did as he asked sometimes letting my finger push against the hole. Whenever I did this he pushed himself onto the finger. I got the message loud and clear and soaped the finger well and pushed it right into him.

'Oh yea,' I heard him say. 'I think you know what I would like you to do later.' he had moved his hand behind him and after some probing found my cock which he pulled close to his body.

I had got the general idea, however I had other ideas too. I turned him around still with my finger in his arse and looked at his cock which was now fully erect and throbbing. The soap had all run off his body by this time and I knelt down in the shower and took his cock in my mouth, it was the first time I had ever sucked a man's cock. I was in heaven feeling the ridges of his dick with my tongue and the pulsating of the blood running through it. He used the opportunity to start rubbing soap onto my back. After a while I stood up and he soaped my chest and around my cock and balls. He then turned me around and washed my arse very carefully ensuring that he got inside my hole with his fingers. I loved what he was doing.

'I would like that to be your cock going in there,' I said. It was time to get dry and head into the bedroom all thought of a cup of tea had vanished.

We lay on the bed holding each other for a while and he asked me if I was a virgin. I told him the truth which was that as far as men were concerned I had only ever wanked them off and so I was a virgin, but I had fucked a number of women. I didn't tell him at this stage that I had a fiancé. I asked him about his experience.

'I started cottaging a couple of years ago and have sucked off guys and been sucked a number of times. Once I was cottaging near New Street station and got picked up by a feller,' Tony told me. 'He took me back to his hotel and all he wanted to do was screw my arse. It had never happened before and it has never happened since. I've never fucked a guy though nor a girl. I did go out with a couple of girls when I was at school but sexually I was never interested in them and only got as far as kissing them and fumbling with their tits.'

He was interspersing his conversation with kisses all over my face neck and shoulders. I didn't want to talk anymore and relaxed my hold of him so that I could slide down his body and take his cock in my mouth again.

'Two can play at that game,' he said and he turned around so that he could suck me at the same time. I think he must have sucked cock quite a bit as he was really expert at it. I was running my tongue all the way down his shaft and then took each of his balls in turn in my mouth and sucked on them as if they were gob-stoppers. Feeling adventurous now I separated his legs so that I could get my head in past his balls and I was licking that part of him between his balls and his hole.

He let go of my cock for a second to say to me, 'go a bit further and lick my arsehole.'

This was what I was aiming to do and I moved my head a little bit more between his legs and found his hole with my tongue. It tasted of soap still but it did not put me off and I got my tongue quite deep into him. I had often done this with my fiancée's fanny but this was a totally different experience as it was much tighter and the lining of his anus felt silkier. He loved it, I could tell, as he was wriggling in an effort to get more of my tongue in him.

After a while he said, 'let me do the same to you.' and he opened my legs and got his head in position so that he was licking my hole. Apart from me sticking fingers in inside my hole it had never been penetrated by anything before. The sensation of a tongue probing it and the fact that it was a young guy like Tony doing it made it an amazing feeling. We carried on for about ten minutes and then I turned around so that Tony and I were face to face. I got him on his back and started to massage his pecs. They were as big as any girl's breasts I had felt but somehow feeling them gave me more pleasure. Still caressing his chest I worked my way down his body and found his cock again and gave it another sucking. Then I licked the inside of his thighs and he bent his knees slightly so that I could see the way to his arsehole.

'Lift my legs right up so that you can see my hole and get your tongue in there again,' he said.