Jeremy Quinn was a very shy young man who tended to freeze up in social situations. Add that to the fact that he was very unsure of his sexuality and lacked confidence in himself, and it was easy to see how he became so vulnerable to the advances of a man who was not quite what he appeared to be on-line.
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Chapter One: The mystery man.
Jeremy Quinn nursed his chocolate shake while he sat at the back of the fast food restaurant, eyes peering over the rim of his glasses in search of the person he was supposed to meet that night. He was terrified, and tried hard not to show it, but Jeremy was not a lad who hid his emotions very well.
Sitting alone in the rear corner, Jeremy had been watching intently as people had come in and out of the place for the last half hour or so. All of them were there to get some food, or just perhaps to come in from the rain that had become a steady drizzle.
Jeremy hadn't come in for the food, and didn't really want the shake he had been drinking, although it might put a little weight on his spindly 5"9" frame. He was there to meet somebody. A "friend" that he met on-line who wanted to meet him very badly, or so he had claimed when they chatted.
The man's name was Gary, and he said he was 28, which made him ten years older than Jeremy. Gary said that he didn't care about things like age, because he liked younger fellows. Besides, Gary had told him, he felt much younger than he was, and in his conversations the man seemed to know a lot about video games and popular music.
More than Jeremy knew, he recalled, which didn't take much because Jeremy wasn't much interested in things like that himself. He preferred to concentrate on his studies, and didn't care about rap music or the video games that guys his age were into.
Jeremy also had another interest, one that brought him into contact with this Gary. It was largely an unfulfilled interest so far, but something that he had been curious about for a long time, so when he found himself on a website with men which similar interests, one thing had led to another, and that led him here.
Jeremy liked guys. All of his life he had been curious about what it would be like to be with a man. Of course, he also had dreamed about what it would be like with a woman too, but outside of some awkward necking and petting with Susan Hoover from the debate team, that was all fantasy too.
He had done something with a friend once, just last month. They had gotten a bottle of rum out of his friend Alan's house and had gone into the woods behind his house and gotten wasted. Well, Alan got wasted. Jeremy had mostly pretended to drink, and after a short time the talk had turned to girls and who they most wanted to fuck.
Since Alan had actually done that to girls, Jeremy mostly listened and managed to get the conversation turned around to how horny they were. When Alan had said that he would end up going home and jerking off, Jeremy had surprised himself by boldly saying that he would too, and added that they should jerk each other off.
Alan had agreed, although he was so wasted by then he might not have realized it, and Jeremy managed to get them over to a grassy place on the side of a hill. There was a full moon and clear skies, allowing Jeremy to see everything that was happening.
Alan had taken his pants down just before falling the short distance to the ground. Jeremy's trembling hands had pulled down Alan's briefs as quickly as he could manage, and there it was. Alan's cock.
Jeremy had seen it many times over the years, in the showers at school and peeking over at urinals, but this was different. Not only was he going to see it, but his hand was reaching over and holding it. It was warm and rubbery to the touch, and when Jeremy's shaking hand pulled on the flaccid tube, he was shocked at the elasticity of it.
"How's that?" Jeremy asked as he wrapped his fist around the dark beige cock, which was getting thicker and longer as he pulled on it.
"Good man," Alan slurred. "Should get some babes back here."
"Maybe later," Jeremy said, stunned at how large his friend's manhood was getting, and he wasn't even hard yet.
Alan would never get a full erection, but under Jeremy's enthusiastic hand, he did cum, his seed oozing out of his semi-turgid organ while Alan lay in a semi-conscious state. Jeremy looked down at the back of his hand, which had a long rope of Alan's cum on it.
Jeremy brought his hand up to his mouth and let his lips touch the still-warm semen. After tasting it, he looked down at Alan, who was now either sleeping or passed out, and licked the cum off of his hand.
"I should have done it," Jeremy mumbled to himself as he looked down at Alan, his cock now spent and resting on his hairy balls.
Alan wouldn't have remembered - indeed, the next day when they had spoken Alan told Jeremy that he was so drunk that he didn't recall what had happened, and was in fact grateful to Jeremy for getting him home okay.
Jeremy remembered though. He remembered everything. He remembered kneeling next to Alan and putting his lips on his dick, peeking up at Alan to make sure he wasn't looking at him, and then taking his cock into his mouth.
The fat dick tasted salty, and filled Jeremy's mouth as his lips went down to the base of his tool in his pubes. He never would have been able to do that if he was hard, Jeremy thought. Alan was probably 6 or 7 inches erect, and as he sucked gently on the limp dick in his mouth, he regretted not doing this long ago.
"Here," Jeremy said to his friend. "Do me."
Working his pants down his thighs, Jeremy took Alan's hand and wrapped it around his cock, which was throbbing and erect just as it had been all this time. Part of Jeremy wished that Alan was awake, so that he wasn't forced to hold Alan's hand around his dick like this, yet another part of him was just as glad.
Jeremy would have been too ashamed to let Alan see his dick, especially after seeing how big Alan's was when it wasn't really even hard. The dick that Alan was involuntarily holding was not as long and not nearly as thick as his own, his friend's fist covering up all but the tip of the acorn-like glans.
Jeremy thrust his hips a few times and it was over, as he ejaculated all over the grass within a matter of seconds. He took Alan's hand off of his dick and cleaned it off, and got both of their pants up - pulling up Alan's very reluctantly as Jeremy thought he could stare at that beautiful cock all night - and managed to stagger home with his friend without incident.
Ever since then, Jeremy had thought about that night and wanted it to happen again. He was afraid to ask Alan to do it, because when he had mentioned anything remotely resembling it, Alan had laughed it off like he was kidding.
So this was what led Jeremy to the computer and for this rendezvous, and Jeremy had been so engrossed in thought that he hadn't even noticed the man standing down at the other end of the dining area, sipping a coffee.
That couldn't be him, Jeremy thought. This guy was older than 28. Huskier that the picture he had on his ad too, and his reddish-brown hair was thinner too. He did look a little like the picture though, and when he smiled at Jeremy and got up and walked toward him, Jeremy knew that it was him. It was Gary.
"Jeremy?" the man asked, and he managed to nod in response.
"Hi, I'm Gary, obviously," the man said, extending a beefy paw that enveloped Jeremy's sweaty hand in a firm grip, and casually slipped into the seat opposite him.
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Chapter Two: So?
"So where is he?" Gray said as he placed his elbows on the plastic table.
"Who?" Jeremy asked, his voice rising to an feminine pitch despite his best efforts to stay calm.
"Chris Hanson," Gary said, snickering. "The guy on that show that catches predators? I have transcripts of all of our conversations. You said you were 18 on several occasions."
"Huh?" Jeremy asked, bewildered at the older man's rapid fire comments and obviously unaware of what Gary was talking about. "I am. 18, I mean."
"Really? You don't look it," Gary said, still appearing a bit antsy as he looked around the room. "What was your birthday again? I forgot,"
"April 15th," Jeremy answered as he looked at the man across the table, and his stare must have been noticed.
