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.
