(also known as horny_dad or lexxjld on some sites)
Now that the college had changed its policy regarding certain newsgroups which contained erotic material, and had even allowed anonymous ftp access to certain remote sites which held archives of hot gay stories, Kevin found that he was spending more and more time late at night in his local terminal room, reading avidly. Tonight was no exception.
Kevin shifted closer to his terminal to hide his growing erection -- this story was making him all hot and bothered. Glancing round, he realised that he was alone in the room, so he coerced his problem into a more comfortable position in his jeans. A sudden enormous yawn came over him (it was two o'clock in the morning, and he had been somewhat busy on Hampstead Heath the previous night).
He stretched his long, lean body to ease the tension, and leaned back precariously on two legs of his chair. To his horror, the back of his head met soft material -- someone was standing behind him, reading over his shoulder. Anxious that he might be expelled for conduct likely to bring disgrace to the computer, he looked upwards to see who it was, but failed to see behind him.
When Kevin's head struck his groin, Andy's own erection, which had been steadily growing as he too read the story on Kevin's terminal, jumped and stiffened. Thinking that Kevin might fall over backwards in alarm, Andy moved closer to the chair, sliding his hands over Kevin's shoulders.
The sight of two erect nipples disturbing the outline of Kevin's t-shirt, and the prominent view he now had of the bulge in Kevin's jeans, made Andy shiver in anticipation. His hands stroked downwards until they encountered two tight love-buttons, which he first of all flicked several times, and then squeezed gently. Kevin moaned, giving himself up to the ministrations of this unknown admirer. Even the thought of being expelled didn't seem so important now.
He moved his head from side to side, rolling the back of it round the girth of Andy's cock, pleased to feel the expected response. Wanting to see his new lover, Kevin tried to pivot forwards on his chair, but was prevented by a firm hold on both nipples, which hurt just enough to make him sweat a little, and want more.
Andy bent down slightly, moving his crotch away from Kevin's head, and slipped his arms round the younger man's waist, untucking his t-shirt from the waistband. Slowly his rather cold hands slipped up under the edge of the t-shirt, crossing over in front of Kevin's sensitive waist, and reached up for the nipples again. They were so hard that he could feel the slight corrugations on their surface, and when he teased them and squeezed them Kevin's jean-clad bulge began to look distinctly damp.
Andy hugged the fine slim body closer to him, his beard tickling the side of Kevin's neck, and began to kiss his neck and nibble his earlobes. Kevin's mind erupted into a red haze of passion, but he was helpless to do anything about it because of his unbalanced position on the chair. This feeling of insecurity and dependence on someone else was exciting, so he relaxed into the warm glow of lust.
One hand worked on a nipple, the other slid down over his chest and navel to the waistband of his jeans, which opened up sufficiently to allow the hand access to his by now thoroughly wet cockhead. Andy's fingers circled just the tip of this treasure, using the slippery pre-cum in a rotating motion which made Kevin gasp and writhe. Then the whole hand slid down over his throbbing tool, pressing it tightly to his belly, and began to rub up and down steadily with the ever-increasing flow of pre-cum as lubricant.
Kevin closed his eyes and began to gasp and buck, as the force of his rapidly approaching orgasm filled his body with tension and flashes of fire. Suddenly he was there: two-hours-pornographic-reading-build-up of cum began its explosive journey towards the ministering hand and the inside of his jeans, but was impeded by strong pressure applied to the base of his cock by strong fingers. Waves of orgasm swept over him and he thrashed around in ecstatic convulsions, but not a drop of cum was released by his tormenter. Andy had plans for that load which certainly didn't include wasting the precious love juice on unfeeling denim ...
When Kevin's moans and convulsions had died down, Andy carefully lowered the back of his chair down to the floor, so that he was lying on his back, head pressed against the carpet tiles, with his knees up over the now upright chair-seat. From this position, he had a rather odd view of Andy, looking up past his bulging crotch, past his neat grey beard and smiling moustache to a pair of startlingly attractive eyes, glinting down at him with amusement and lust.
"That will teach you not to believe you're alone when you're reading sexy stories, won't it?" Andy's resonant voice had a slight accent which Kevin couldn't place, but it sounded very pleasant and friendly.
"How did you know I was here?" wondered Kevin out loud, "and who are you anyway?"
"Don't you recognise me from my picture in the motss archive?" Andy replied. "I know that my hair looks different this long, but the essential features are the same!"
Suddenly it dawned on Kevin that this strange man must be Andy from Norwich, the one who had been sending him sexy email over the last year.
"You must be that weirdo from Norwich who sends me sexy messages in the middle of the night. But why are you here?" he asked, "and how did you know where to find me?"