I saw him sitting on a bench in the bust station looking somewhat for lawn.
Not unusually I was feeing particularly horny that day and my mind was on sex rather than just a friendly chat.
He seemed reluctant at first but talking to him I persisted and at last he looked up and I saw those wonderful deep set brown eyes that did everything for him.
I reckoned on him being round about the age of twenty or something and with me being in my forties it did sometimes help in getting conversation going, I don't know how but I always seem top get on with guys that age.
I wondered if he was of the same leaning as I and looked out for the body language which may have hinted. After we'd talked about the usual things like the weather he got around to telling me he had just become unemployed and was feeling rather glum
"Haven't you got as girl to cheer you up?" I asked with fingers crossed.
He sort of blushed a bit and confessed he was not into girls and for me at that time in particular, having been dumped by my long term friend Danny; I was looking for someone to replace the physical thing especially.
I don't know what it was but there was something instantly between us and I said to him not to bother about waiting for a bus, that I would take him home wherever that was.
"I don't really want to go home yet; I don't relish facing Mum to give her the news."
"So you live with your Mum do you??? - I don't even know your name, sorry"
"It is Chris, short for Christopher, yours?"
"Pete"
"Hiya Pete, pleased top know you."
All the time my carnal needs were growing and I was just hoping he would accept when I asked if he'd like to come to my place for a coffee perhaps and then I would drive him home later.
"That'll be great; I would like that, Pete."
"Okay Chris you are on" I replied maybe too eagerly but what the hell, if he didn't know what was in my mind he soon would.
At my place we settled down and I tested the water by asking him a few personal questions, especially about his likes and likes, which I hoped would soon get around to sex.
I soon made sure and bluntly asked if he had a boy friend. He blushed again, paused, looked up at me with those wide brown attractive eyes and said: "I wish!"
That is what really set the ball rolling and as I nudged close to him on the leather settee I felt him trembling in a way which told me his body language was wanting of me.
"Just don't say a word unless you want too, Chris" I whispered touching his thigh though those delightfully tight brush jeans which did him a treat. He could either reject me and there would be no hard feelings or he could accept me and I would be feeling him hard!
"That's so nice, don't stop, Pete" he replied stroking the back of my hand as I rubbed him up over his jeans, sensing the wicked warmth between those gorgeous thighs.
I was so pleased and delighted that Chris wanted what I wanted. It did not take me long to unzip him and ply my fingers around his bulge over his delightfully; red and blue boxers.
"They suit you, your boxers" I said feeling myself want to go down to him and sniff him out.
He helped me slip down his boxers down to his knees and there he was that beautiful specimen of half mast cock which I wanted to exploit and harden to full mast.
"It's lovely" I complimented wanting to feel its nectar in my mouth... "I do so love the scent of ripe cock and yours is no exception, it is so lovely and so pliable" I continued and I felt him instantly begin to chill with me, he told me he had never felt this way with a guy before, in fact he'd never been with a guy but wondered what it would be like.
"Well now is the time to find out" I said squeezing the length of his now full grown cock, a delightful specimen it was too. I saw him watching me do that his eyes sparkling as I bent and moulded it.
