Robert Louis Who?

Sometimes, things just fall into place.

It always seems that the harder I look the less I find. But this is an occasion where I didn't have to look very hard. It is a situation where technique met fantasy.

I had a session last evening with a college lad I met at the book store. I go there sometimes just to check.

He was in the classics section. He looked to be 19 or 20, slender and athletic like a swimmer, with a shaved haircut which, if it wasn't bleached, consisted of the naturally blondest hair I had ever seen on a boy. He was about my size--not too short, not too tall.

I asked him what he was reading and he said he was looking for Robert Louis Stevenson for his English class that was starting at college in a couple of weeks. I said I wasn't him but I told him I could show him where that section was. He laughed.

He said he was looking for the Stevenson story, "Weir of Hermiston". I told him I hadn't read that one, though I had heard of it. Anyway, I volunteered to help him look. We found it after doing a little searching; it was one of two stories in one volume, "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and Weir of Hermiston". I restrained my sense of humor regarding Jekyll/Hyde; I didn't want to come off as a complete weirdo and maybe scare the kid off.

I went over to the magazine section and picked up a Car and Driver and got into the checkout line just behind him. We chatted a little we waited in line. I asked him if he wanted some coffee. (The Barnes and Noble has a Starbucks coffee area in it.)

After we checked out, we had coffee and talked about his school and stuff and I kind of got the impression that he would like to play. You know how it is.

I started talking about my van. I've got one all tricked out. He seemed interested. So we went down to the underground garage and I showed him the van ,the inside being carpeted and all. As he was looking the side door, I put my hand on the small of his back. He could feel it there I know but he didn't push me away. A good sign. I asked him to try out the middle seat captain's chair. As he settled in I leaned down to adjust the back rest and rested my hand on his leg. He didn't push that away either.

I looked at him and said, "You on?" He smiled and nodded.

I got in and slid the side door shut. I have those dark tinted side windows, no one can see in and I was parked against the wall so no one could see in the front.

I knelt down, began to unbuckle his pants and he raised his fanny up off the seat. I pulled his jeans and his jockey shorts off over his knees. He had a very nice cut cock that getting hard in a hurry, It wound up being about 6" and very nicely shaped. And, by the way, he was a natural blonde.

I stroked him a little but I was just too excited. I got a condom out the console and opened it up. "OK? I said?" He agreed with a nod.

I slipped it over his cock and I could see his precum beading up as I did it.

I took him in my mouth and began to work him up and down using my lips and tongue. I rubbed his thigh with one and as I stroked his cock with the other. Then I took his cock deeper in my mouth and rubbed his firm tummy with both my hands and worked them down toward his balls.

It didn't take long. He shot a load into the condom. I could feel his cock swell and throb as he came and I could feel the condom inflate as he filled it with cum. I could feel the warmth of his cum through the rubber against my tongue. I held him in my mouth until he stopped pulsing and started to go soft.

I pulled off, slid the condom off his cock and used my hanky to dry him off--slowly.

He was ecstatic.

"You are too good dude! is what he said."

Yeah man thanks.

I could tell he wasn't one to want to reciprocate--and that is ok with me. I don't like anyone to feel like they have to blow me just because I blow them. If the want to, so much the better; but if not, that's OK, too.

I had to go, at least that is what I told him. He got himself put back together and left. No lingering goodbyes.

After he left, I drove off and went to a nearby park and jacked off there in my van thinking about that sweet cock of his.

I don't do the book store thing too often. It only works out occasionally but it is a different approach and you usually meet some pretty hot college boys there.