This story is a work of fiction involving explicit acts between consenting males. If you are under 18, do not read this material. If it is illegal where you live, do not read this material. If you find the thought of consenting sex between young males objectionable, then do not read this material.
It was near the end of August and I was off work for a few days. The weather was unusually warm and sweaty for Britain, having been in the 20's most of the week, and today was no exception. I was more sweaty than normal as I'd been working on my websites for a few hours.
And why would that make me sweaty? Well my websites are about Snorkel Parkas, the old blue nylon ones with orange lining that we all had at school, and Bomber Jackets. And Parkas and BJs make me hot in every sense of the word! For 20 years since puberty I've been wanking off in Parkas, and that's what I'd been doing whilst uploading some really hot new pics to my website.
It was the middle of the afternoon and I was sat in front of my PC in the living room wearing a nice old parka over my t-shirt and my CK underpants and jeans were round my ankles. I'd been wanking away for quite a while and was lost in my own world when the doorbell rang. Oh stuff it I though, they'll go away and continued wanking. Thirty seconds later the bell rang again. Oh shit, they weren't giving up.
Hastily I pulled up my underpants and jeans and took off my parka, hanging it over the back of my computer chair. It can't have taken me more than 20 seconds, but the bell rang again. "Ok, hang on!" I called out tucking my t-shirt into my jeans as I made my way down the hall to the door. I was annoyed at being interrupted, expecially in the middle of my favourite pastime. This had better be important I thought as I dropped the latch and opened the door.
"Good afternoon Sir! I'm from WeatherSafe double glazing and we're just in the area giving out no obligation quotes for new UPVC doors and windows. Could I interest you in a quote Sir?" said the salesman.
Normally double-glazing salesmen would get very short treatment from me. Normally I just said "No, piss off" and would slam the door in their face. But this time was different. I just stood there staring. Stood outside the door was a boy wearing an olive green bomber jacket. He could only be fresh out of school and looked younger. He was about 5' 10" tall of light build, sandy brown hair and a cute smile. I must be dreaming I thought.
"So ... have you thought about double glazing before Sir?" he enquired.
"Wa? ... oh no." I spluttered realising that I must have been gawping.
"Well we've got some special offers on at the moment, so now's the time before the cold weather sets in. Can I interest you in a quote then Sir?" he asked again.
Well I didn't want double glazing, but I wanted this guy! "Ok, come in then" I said holding the door wide open for him. He stepped inside, his BJ brushing past me as he entered the hallway. I closed the door and turned to show him into the living room. He was halfway down the hall opposite the row of parkas and BJs I have hanging there. In my dreams I imagined him gathering them all up and leading me up to my bedroom. But this was reality. I walked down the hall, letting my hands touch the nylon on his BJ as I passed him in the narrow hall, and showed him into the living room.
He sat down on the sofa and started to get out his sales leaflets from his bag and place them on the coffee table.
"Thanks for letting me give you a quote Sir. Most people just turn me away at the door, so it's nice to have an opportunity to do things properly. I'm just doing this for a few months until I go off to college and it can be hard when everybody just closes the door in your face".
I smiled knowingly. "Yea, I guess it can. So you've just finished school then?"
"Yep, did my A-levels a couple of months ago, and I'm just earning some cash now before college starts" he said.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked, hoping he'd say 'No but I'd like to suck your cock'.
"Err ... yes please, just some water or juice if you have some" he said smiling. Well it wasn't the answer I really wanted, but it was what I'd expected. "My name's Jack by the way" he added handing me his business card.
I wandered into the kitchen to pour some juice whilst he completed sorting out his leaflets. When I returned he was sat ready on the sofa. He still had his BJ on, and it was still zipped up. I sat down at the other end of the sofa and placed the drinks on the table.
"Aren't you hot?" I asked indicating his BJ.
"Oh yes ..." he said realising he still had it on. He stood up, unzipped it and took it off. Sitting back down he put it on the sofa in between us. My cock twitched at the sight. I'd not been able to see the lining before with it zipped up, but now I could I was even more excited. It was the normal orange quilted, and it was really dirty. I mean REALLY dirty, exactly how I like it. It wasn't just grubby at the bottom, but all up the lining, though it was strongest at the bottom and the neck line. Now I wanted this guy and his BJ more than ever.
"It's a bit warm for bomber jackets" I said hoping the trembling in my voice wouldn't be too obvious.
"Well, maybe yea" said Jack, "But I always wear one" he added as though it was nothing significant. "My family owns the Army & Navy store in town and has a stockroom full of them, so I get them for nothing. I see you like Snorkel Parkas" he said indicating the one hung over the back of my computer chair across the room. "We've got loads of them we can't sell" he added.
"Oh ... err ... yea, I have one or two" I said getting worried he would think I was a wierdo.
He picked up his juice and took a long drink. "So, now down to business, let me tell you about our windows" he said picking up one of the leaflets from the table. "Right, this is our new range" he indicated pointing at the leaflet. "Oh, you can't see from there can you". He sidled across the sofa towards me pushing his BJ across until it was against my leg.
Now I could see the leaflet, but it wasn't the leaflet I was interested in, it was his BJ pressing up against me. I feigned interest in what he was saying, but really I was getting hornier by the minute as I managed to put my hand on the BJ between us. I could even smell it. It had that special scent that all well worn BJs acquire that turns me on so much. He talked on for quite a while about how good their windows were, and I just managed to mumble in the right places so he thought I was listening.
When he'd finished he said he needed to measure up my windows to give me a quote. I said "Fine, just show yourself around" and pretended to look at the leaflets. He measured up the windows in the living room, noting it all down on his pad, then wandered into the next room to start measuring up the rest of the house.
Now was my chance. I picked up his BJ and started to examine it closely. He might have access to as many BJs as he wanted thanks to his family shop, but he'd certainly had this one a long time, and worn it alot. Inspecting the front, I noticed the nylon was shiny around the pockets, and the green paint was scuffed on the pocket snaps. On the left hand pocket, the stitching was coming apart at the bottom. It was only a small split, perhaps 1cm long, but looking carefully I could see the white inside padding throught it if I adjusted things correctly.
Looking at the sleeves next, I was pleased to find that the lower section below the elbow on both sleeves was worn to a brilliant sheen. It had also caused the seam stitching to wear and the inside seam on the right sleeve was split for about 2cm. This was obviously a well worn BJ. Then I looked at the lining. It was really dirty, particularly near the bottom where it rubbed on his trousers and near the top where it rubbed on his neck. It was also grubby all over the main body and at the armpits. This was EXACTLY how I liked them. It's been years since I've seen one this dirty, and this one was worn by a cute teenager so it was extra special for me.
Bringing the lining up to my face, I inhaled deeply. It smelled of his sweet scent particularly around the armpits and the hood. My cock jumped to full attention and I sat with his BJ held to my face, inhaling the intoxicating scent and dreaming of what I would like to do to Jack and his BJ. My cock was aching to be released from captivity in my jeans, and was causing a hugh bulge which was growing by the second.
Jack walked back into the room and saw me smelling his BJ. "Ahem" he coughed.
Oh shit! My heart started racing and the adrenalin flowed. My head started to whirl and I felt I was going to pass out. I'd been caught. "I ... err ... " I started.
I expected him to go balistic, but he didn't. Instead, silently, he came over and sat down on the sofa looking steadily at me all the time. Guiltily I put his BJ back down on the sofa between us and was surprised when did didn't pull it away from me. He just sat in silence looking me up and down. I knew he must have seen my hardon; it was impossible to miss. I didn't know what to say and was scared to break the silence.
After what must have been 30 seconds, Jack stirred and said very quitely and slowly, "You want me don't you?"
"Well ... I ... errr ... what do you mean?" I stumbled pretending I didn't understand.
Jack breathed in slowly and said, "Look, I've just measured up the windows in every room in this house. I've seen the gay mags and the cum stained bomber jackets in your bedroom." I was surprised how calm he was. My mind as still racing any my heart felt as though it was going to jump out of my chest at any second. What could I say? What could I do?
"I ... err ... " I still couldn't figure out what to say.
Jack smiled. "I'm gay too ..." he said leaving the words hanging in the air. "And from the number of parkas and bombers you've got about the place and what you were doing with mine, I guess they do something for you." This guy had me figured out to a tee.
I decided there was no point in pretending anymore. "Yea" I said feeling relieved at admitting it but wondering where we were going next.
A serious look crossed Jack's face. "So what were you dreaming about doing with me? No ... wait ... let me guess. You wanna fuck me in a BJ" he said.
"Err .. yea", I said after a few seconds feeling ashamed of my desires.
"Well we can negotiate that" said Jack grinning. What? Had I heard right? He was happy with my dream?
"... Are you serious?" I enquired.
"Never more so" he said smiling.
I stood up and stepped across to my computer chair, taking the parka off it I slipped it one leaving it hanging open at the front, then I picked up his BJ from the sofa and held it open for him. He got up and stood with his back to me, arms out backwards ready for me to put his BJ on him. I moved up close behind him and carefully slipped his arms into the BJ and up over his shoulders. Placing my arms around him, I pulled him close.
My hands slipped down the front of his BJ and inside to undo his trousers. At the same time I felt him reach round to undo my jeans, and push them down. As our trousers and underpants dropped to the floor he turned around to face me and took a small step back so we could asmire each other. My cock was rock hard, and I could see that his 7 and a half inches was hard as well.
Jack laughed. "You know ever since I was 14 I've liked bombers for wanking in. And I like parkas too. My parents would kill me if they knew what I'd done with some of their old stock when I've been left in the shop alone on a quiet afternoon. I've even sold some of the jackets I've cum in. Its really horny selling them to guys when I know what I've done with them."
I laughed. I'd even bought some of my jackets from the Army & Navy store in town. The thought that this young guy might have cum in them made me really horny.
"There's some really good websites about them on the internet" he said indicating my computer.
"Oh really?" I replied playing the innocent.
"Yea. The ones I like best are done by a guy called Spuggie. He likes BJs and parkas just like you" he said.
"Yea?" I said.
"Yea. I've had online chats with him on Yahoo messenger and he's a nice guy. I'll give you the address later and you can email him."
"Thanks, but that won't be necesssary" I said smiling.
"Oh, you've chatted to him already then?" Jack asked.
"Well kinda" I said, then burst out laughing.
"What's funny?" said Jack.
"Well ... say hello to Spuggie" I said still laughing.
"What? Oh ... shit! Well fuck me!" he exclaimed.
"Oh I intend to!" I said and we both laughed.
After we stopped laughing Jack looked at me with a slight frown and said "When I said 'Well fuck me' that was just an expression of surprise you know".
"Yes I know Jack" I replied, "But I really would like to fuck you".
Jack smiled, but still had a slightly worried look on his face. "Look ... I'm a virgin ok!" he blurted out. "I've been sucked loads of times and done my fair share of sucking, but I've never been fucked by anyone. I'm 18 and I'm still a virgin ... I'm so ashamed." he said looking as though he might start crying at any minute.
"Hey! Don't be ashamed Jack. You have nothing to be ashamed of. There are loads of lads younger than you who've jumped in bed with the first guy that came along and regretted it later. Being a virgin at 18 is NOTHING to be ashamed of. I was a lot older than you when I lost my virginity." It sounded like a come on line, but it was true.
"Really?" he asked.
"Really" I replied. I drew him to me and we embraced, his head resting on my shoulder. We stood like this for a few minutes just feeling each others body warmth through our jackets.
Eventually Jack took a deep breath and broke the embrace. "Look, I know I said different before, but I really don't want you to fuck me yet" he said. I smiled at him. I knew that had taken a lot of guts to say.
"Ok" I replied.
"I suppose you're gonna throw me out now" he said looking as though I'd rejected him.
"Did I say I wanted you to leave?" I asked calmly. "You're a beautiful young man. Why would I ask you to leave just because I can't fuck you? Sure I'd love to fuck you, but if you don't want me to, then that's FINE by me. Besides, there's plenty of other stuff we can do ... what do you want to do?"
"Really?" he said brightening up. "Can I suck you then?"
I chuckled. "I think you can work out the answer to that one yourself" He knelt down in front of me and I felt my cock engulfed by his warm young mouth. He might never have fucked, but the could certainly suck
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