"Hi there, I'm Chris," I say, as we meet for the first time and shake hands.
"Lovely to meet you. Come on in," you say.
We walk through to the kitchen/diner.
"Cup of tea or coffee -- or would you prefer something stronger?" you ask.
"Coffee would be great," I reply, "One sugar and not too strong, thanks."
We sit down at the table and chat for a while and eventually we steer the conversation around to the subject of sex -- the reason for our meeting.
"I discovered something recently about being bi -- apparently we wank more often than hetero people do!" I comment.
"And why not, it's free and its lots of pleasure! But it's funny how few people admit to doing it," you answer.
"Oh, I'm open about it," I said, "I totally admit to wanking as often as possible! And now, having raised the subject, here's my next question."
"What, about wanking?" you ask, "I'm forever at it too!"
"Well, yes, in a way," I say, laughing, "What I'm always interested in is, apart from your hand, what do you use when you wank? I mean, what other stimulation do you use? I like to read letters or stories -- do you prefer to read or shut your eyes or watch a video -- or what?"
"A bit of everything, actually," you reply, "But my real favourite wanking aids are some German magazines that I bought some while ago. There aren't any letters but there's loads of pictures, mainly of gay pairs, bi-threesomes and groups and they show sucking, fucking and anal penetration -- as well as plenty of cum shots. Do you want to have a look at some?"
"I'd love to" I say.
You get up and leave the room, shortly to reappear with quite a pile of magazines.
So that we can both look at the same pictures, we move the chairs to the same side of the table. Sitting side by side, we begin to leaf through the magazines.
"This is one of my real favourites -- just look at the size of that cock," you drool. "That would be a real mouthful. There's a picture later on showing it shooting off over another blokes' cock and stomach -- it always makes me so horny."
"I like this one," I say, as we turn over to a double page spread of two blokes holding each other's cock as they shoot their spunk over a third guy who is lying on his back, wanking.
And so we carry on enjoying the magazines and as we do so I let my hand fall onto your thigh.
"I bet you've got a great big hard-on," I say and not waiting for an answer, I move my hand up to your groin where I find the base of your cock. I trace the stem of your penis down your leg -- it's hard and throbbing. "I was right," I laugh as I gently squeeze your shaft and move my hand slowly up and down.
"How about your cock -- is that stiff too?" you ask, putting your hand onto my lap and sliding it up and down my jeans-covered penis.
"I've had a hard-on for ages," I answer, "Tell you what; you've got a double bed haven't you? Lets go and lie on it and carry on reading these mags and see what happens."
"Sounds like a good idea," you reply, "and I suggest that we take our jeans off -- my cock will get all crumpled if it stays in my jeans in its current condition."
We move to the bedroom and strip down to just our pants, which are well stretched by our aroused cocks. We lie on the bed with a pile of magazines between us. Selecting one each, we start browsing and admiring the bodies on view. My erection threatens to escape and I begin to gently caress my cock through my pants. I notice that most of the knob of your cock is sticking out above the waistband and your hand is wrapped round your material-covered shaft.
"Oh, bugger this" you eventually say, "Get your pants off," and a few moments later we're both lying naked on the bed, our two erections pointing at each other.
"We don't need the pictures any more, do we?" you ask and gathering them up, you dump them on the floor by the bed. We move closer together. Our bodies touch -- first our feet, then our hands and finally our chests, our stomachs and our cocks meet. We wind our arms around each other and kiss each other gently on the lips. Your pelvis and pubes rub against my groin and I can feel the heat that your erection is giving off. We begin to kiss with open mouths -- our tongues curling around in each other's mouth. My hand moves down your back to grasp your buttocks and to pull you tighter into my groin -- then I move my hand down between us to take hold, for the first time, of your straining cock. I move your foreskin back and forward a few times, feeling the pre-cum fluid as it wells from the tip of your penis.
I ease myself away and, moving down the bed I kneel beside you. Understanding, you spread your legs to allow me to kneel between them. Now I bend over and holding your cock upright, I lower my mouth over your knob.
"Oh Chris," you moan, "I've been waiting for this -- I've been having wet dreams about you sucking my cock ever since I replied to your advert -- at last its coming true."
My mouth and lips tell me that you've got a nice cock -- it's got to be over 7 inches long and fills my mouth perfectly. Your foreskin slides easily over the knob and I can already taste that lovely salty taste of pre-cum, as it seeps from your cock.
