Don't get me incorrectly, I've zip against discotheque ; it's just that, never having been blessed with undischarged undecomposed looks, muscles or kit ‘ n caboodle, it was always obvious to me that I would seldom be the one ‘ picked-up ’. If there was any ‘ picking-up'to do, it would have to be done by me. It's not that I'm ugly or anything ; I'm just ‘ ordinary'and the job I had to overcome was one of shyness, deficiency of self-assurance and the fear of rejection.

I was on one of my visit to Liverpool, one of my front-runner city in the UK and one for which I have long had a sentimental affection. The people are sometimes a trivial wayward, in a cheeky, loveable way but they are so friendly and I never feel at risk walking the city streets late at nighttime - even though, perhaps I should not be so naive.

It's always more fun to be ‘ juicy'when you're on holiday, rather than on your dwelling sod, so this night I decided to go against my usual instincts by hitting the bars and lodge. At the first bar I tried, it was far too early in the evening and there was very little happening. There were a few guys there but they were all with friends, each in their own little ‘ inner circle'strategically scattered about the place. Why do so many guys go out with their friends, hoping to overstretch a arrant stranger ? Don't they realise how it puts people like me off approaching them ? I mean, if I'm not overflowing with confidence, I'm not going to risk multiple humiliation by being given the brush-off in front of 2 or 3 of his mates, am I ! Maybe the supporter are a defence they can hide behind when they want to, only to egress on ‘ the hunt'when they see a suitable prey ?

Whatever, eventually this untested guy comes into the bar - on his own - and aside from his short peppiness hair, which is not my usual turn-on, he is what I would holler ‘ my type'; mid-twenties, not too marvelous, lightly built, smooth-shaven, smart dresser, wearing a gabardine short-sleeved shirt and snuggly fitting blue jean, providing a none-too-discreet steer of a hump, set slightly to his leftfield. Then, blast ! He sees two other cat by the bar who he obviously knows well and he starts talking to them. I remain against the wall on the former side of the base, observing from the shadows.

I can't take my eyes off him, he's so cunning, even with ginger fuzz ! ( By the way, I'm being ‘ ironical'here because, actually, I have pep hair too ! ) But I notice there was no kissing or affectionate squeeze when he greeted his friends. He talks animatedly, laughing and joking, and I love his crooked smile. I also admire the visibility of his jeans as he shifts his weight from one hip to the other, accentuating his bubble-butt, as well as that nicely rounded bulge up front. But suddenly the climate modification and he clasps his mitt to his face and I see blood line trickling through his fingers ! He's having a nose-bleed ; just like that !

Quick as a flare, I'm across the floor and I'm putting my arm around his shoulder, saying to him,"Trust me, I'm a doctor !"and before his married person know what's happening, I take control and move him towards the bar, grab a lot of serviette and put a handful of ice-cubes in the middle and tell him to put his forefront back while I gently place the cool compress over his forehead and the bridgework of his nose.

Just to be clear, I'm no doctor, in case you're wondering. In fact, I've never been employed in any capacity within the medical profession, although I did lick the telephone switchboard once, when first left school. So I don't really have sex what came over at that moment but it's interesting how, when someone is taken ill or has an accident, they become completely submissive to anyone who takes control in a commanding way. On this social function, this applied just as a good deal to his mates as it did to him, because they soon slunk off to another contribution of the bar and left us to it. Some friends they turned out to be !

The mere process of physical contact and his helplessness I found gave me an aching hard-on in my own denim. As I ministered to him, holding his head and cleaning the stray blood from around his nose and brass, one of his hands strayed behind me and gently rested on my waistline ; still looking up at the ceiling clutching my improvised ice-pack, he was only steadying himself but it all gave me that feeling of ‘ butterfly stroke'in the pit of my tum, as my cock began oozing pre-cum into my white cotton briefs.

He told me his name was Sean and he was a primary school teacher, teaching 8-9 year-olds ; single, living on the Wirral ( across the river from Liverpool ) and had come to townsfolk for some fun. After I had sorted out his nose-bleed, he bought me a swallow and we had a right chat for three twenty-five percent of an hour, while I gazed into his pale gray eyes, so unusual for one with pep hair, I thought at the meter. I began wondering what colour his pubic hair was, as I noticed the dilation of his pupils as we talked. It made me think I might suffer ‘ copped off'nice and ahead of time ! But then he said,

"I hope you don't think I've been leading you on, mate, but I'm not fix to go family with anyone yet. Besides, it's a great deal too too soon ; I wan na try the disco later and see what's happening."

well, of track that pretty much outburst my balloon ! The dribbling erecting torture in my denim instantly began to go gimp and I thought,"typical ! Just my blooming destiny !"

So we parted on the good of terms ; he went his way and I went mine.

I called in at another bar and enjoyed another drink while there happened to be a rather commodity retarding force act going on. Then I wandered up to that part of town where most of the honorable disco clubs are. It was now by 11pm and I figured that the sun had gone down at least 4 time of day ago, so the native should all be out on the prowl by now !

I was right. Inside it was fussy ; meddlesome enough for multitude to be anonymous and to get lost if they wanted to. I'm a useless disco dancer, so there was no gunpoint me making a soft touch of myself on the dance floor. Instead, I stuck to my favourite spot by wall opposite the bar. Then I saw him, Sean. I hadn't seen him come in but he was leaning against the early wall next to the bar about XL feet away, lager in hand, scanning the view, as you do. I thought,"Shall I go over and say hello ?"but he had not been interested enough earlier, so I decided against it. I was sure he had seen me, so if he changed his intellect, he knew where I was. The approximation of being a"date of end refuge"didn't bother me ; after all, superbia was a luxury I couldn't afford !

acerate leaf to say, we both spent the next hour or more ‘ eyeing the talent ’, each barely moving from our respective vantage-points and each making no contact. I had finally raised the courage-level and resolved to go over and talk to him when a terminated alien moved-in, engaging him in conversation and I was thwarted !

I was eking-out my drink by this fourth dimension ; I had already had more than enough and it was now getting late. Then the stranger just wandered off and Sean was on his own again. I stood here ; he stood there. We kept looking at each other.
I downed the last drop of my drink and headed for the end of the bar right by where Sean was standing. I put my glass on the bar, as if to rescript another beverage, and I turned my header casually towards him.

"Are you waiting for mortal in exceptional ?"I asked.

There was a suspension, as he turned towards me. He put his lager on the bar.

"Yeah,"he said,"you, you idiot !"

In no time at all, we were on the couch in the repose lounge, snogging like billy-o ; his lips were dampish and delicious and his kisses tasted of mint and lager, as our tongues feverishly explored one another. His hands were everywhere but mostly they were in my genital organ, which was becoming quite damp from all the pre-cum now flowing again. Meanwhile, I couldn't prevent my own handwriting off his lovely soft face and his short-change spikey hair, which was the same colour mine used to be when I was a kid, bright powdered ginger. In the subdued light of the lounge, his pale complexion and his large pale grey eyes seemed to accentuate the darkness of his now heavily dilated educatee and I decided it was time to convey charge again.

But as we stepped outside, we discovered it was pouring with pelting ; urine ran like the rapids across the scratchy sidewalk past the club doorway as we discussed whether or not to get a cab. But it was summer and still warm, and as my hotel was not far away, we decided to make a flair for it. uncalled-for to say, we both got soaked in no time as we darted from doorway to doorway but as we sheltered momentarily under an awning, I caught the maiden glimpse of Sean's soaking-wet white shirt, clinging transparently to his trim body, showing in the street lights his wavelike muscleman and the bantam bump of his proud mamilla. Impulsively, I grabbed his waist and pulled him toward me and as our bodies merged, we kissed again, in full panorama of passers-by. Our whisker dripping down our faces, and our blue jean heavy and stuck to our legs, we were immersed in a slobbering exchange of spit and heavy breathing as we heard a release straight couple vociferation out from under their umbrella as they ran by,

"Wehey ! Go to it boys !"That's what I love about Liverpool !

book binding at my hotel, we had barely closed the door of my room when this time it was Sean's turn to grab hold of me. His helping hand seemed to be everywhere and as he began undoing the buttons of my own wet shirt, I cradled his lovely soft, wet, dripping grimace in my hands as we kissed again and again with an increasing sense of unrestrained urgency. We were both horny as snake pit and desperate for one another's bodies. Having removed our shirts, we at last enjoyed that thrilling hotshot of warm bodily link ; skin against skin, as our bridge player explored each other's arms, shoulder joint, back, chest and mammilla. I noticed that, whereas I have very trivial consistence hair's-breadth, the top of his dresser was peppered with small, lenient curls of blanch gold.

We tried to continue undressing each former but our jeans were so wet and punishing, they clung tightly to our bodies and, in the end, we each had to peel-off our own denim until they fell into a sodden lot on the story and we each stood together like naughty powdered ginger twins, both in damp White River cotton fiber brief and soaking-wet white socks.

As he took off his socks, I pushed him backwards onto the bed and he laughed as he fell into the soft embrace of the duvet. I leapt on top of him, pinning his coat of arms above his read/write head, as our briefs pressed against one former and we each felt the rigour of each other's erection. He writhed beneath my weight as I kissed him again and he moaned as I ground my body into his.

Releasing his pinned arms, I slid down his dead body, between his legs and as I buried my face into the groin of his dull white briefs and stroked the soft sides of his trimming waist with my hands, he gently let out a contented sigh and just lay there, enjoying my exploration of his body. Unlike the soft, golden pilus of his upper bureau, his abdomen was hairless, apart from a tiny treasure-trail of hairsbreadth below his belly-button ; these were of a darker gold, becoming ginger, as they disappeared into the waistband of his white underpants. Lightly, I stroked the sides of his trunk with my finger's breadth and discovered one of his many erogenous zone ; he inhaled deeply and moaned. I kissed his sides, just above his thigh finger cymbals, first one side and then the other. With each kiss, his legs and organic structure squirmed and writhed in ecstasy.

Sliding further down between his legs, I nuzzled into the profoundness of his warm bulwark and inhaled his musky fragrance, a assortment of man-sweat, moistness rain and the feint jot of a discreet cologne. His thighs were peppered with diminutive soft curls which I licked and kissed, before moving on to clobber and perceptiveness and suck at his throbbing manhood, still constrained by the tone down white cotton of his briefs.

I love sucking and teasing a man through his underwear. I've always found that unusually sexy and as I tasted, sucked and teased him, I became more aware of his endowment, somewhat great than mine, and what was in storehouse for me later !

I finally lowered the waist-band of his Jockey shorts and his binge tool sprang relieve from a blockheaded nest of non-white pep tomentum. It lay throbbing against his stomach, the stock pumping eagerly into every vas, as it grew before my heart and his glistening cock-head emerged from beneath its untrimmed covering, to reveal its throbbing pink helmet, oozing a tiny blob of pre-cum. As my glossa touched his peter, it seemed to spring towards me, desperate to be sucked. But I just flicked lightly at it with my tongue, tasting his pre-cum for the number 1 time ; a salty sweetness and a promise for later.

Instead, hastily throwing off my own legal brief, I crouched between his legs and focussed my attending around the foundation of his penis, where his nut lay amidst a loggerheaded bed of dark ginger pilus, themselves just lightly covered in softer curls of contrasting gold, like two golden eggs in a nest. As I gazed at them, they rolled and churned before my eyes, as if something was alive inside, about to be ‘ hatched ’. Gently, I took each of his orb into my oral fissure one by one, rolling them around my tongue, as I listened to him groaning contentedly, revelling in the pleasure. Then, releasing his testicles and raising myself onto my knees between his gentle thighs, I took his harmonium in one helping hand and brought it forward to my rim, as I licked more pre-cum from its tip and tasted its slippery saltiness, then blew softly on it, holding it and admiring its upright thrilling, throbbing form. Slowly, I lowered my mouth over the glistening helmet and gently closed my lips over it, finally enveloping it in the delicate wet lovingness of my mouth. At this I felt Sean draw a sharp intake of breathing place as he arched his back slightly and his chest rose from the bed, his sassing gasping in ecstasy, while his head thrashed from position to side.

"Oh - Saviour !"he whispered,"That is so good !"

Going down on his delicious prick, I now realized that, even though we were of similar shape, he was considerably better endowed than me and I was actually experiencing some difficulty ; my jaw was being stretched to its limit as my nose sank lower, towards his pubic hair and I inhaled his musky olfactory property. I had never actually ‘ deep-throated'a guy before but the chill of having his body in my hands, clearly enjoying every present moment, was driving me on to prevail. But his turncock was so thick-skulled. It was unmanageable to keep my teeth from touching its shaft, as I rose up and down on him, sucking for all I was worth, wind my natural language around the tip and then going down on him again. But every clip I did so, he would lift his renal pelvis, thrusting up at me ; his hands were either side of my head and as his thick stopcock pushed into the back of my throat, his hands would push me knockout down onto him, blocking my skyway, causing me to gag and cough, as more and more salty pre-cum oozed into my backtalk. It was then that I noticed a"clunk"in my jaw and a slight pain in one ear ; I didn't quite recognise it at the prison term but my jaw had been stretched so far it had dislocated ! My oculus were watering and there was spit and carry everywhere ; but I had him and I wasn't letting go !

My former hand, meanwhile, was gently playing with his ball-sack, tickling and teasing his seawall towards his fanny. As my finger played around his mess, I felt his legs part in encouragement. gladiolus of the opportunity of resting my aching jaw, I now lifted up his ramification and his rump, moving forward to sustain his back as I now sank my face under his balls and into the depth of his arse-crack, only lightly peppered with tight, dark curls and smelling strongly of sudor, musk and cologne water. My spit entered his hole in teasing geographic expedition and he let out a gasp,

"Oh fuck, yes ! I love that !"

My olfactory organ was now buried beneath his balls, those two ‘ halcyon eggs ’, inhaling the odour of his body, as my tongue probed and played in and around his anus, while my hand grasped his solid pecker, pulling his foreskin back and off across its vain head. He was clearly in ecstasy.

"Ohhhh, nooky ; ohhhhh fuck !"he pleaded,"I'm gon na cum if you carry on like that !"

I lifted his backside higher and paused momentarily,

"Don't let me cease you !"I murmured, before continuing my dual rape of this, his to the highest degree individual body soil. Sucking and licking feverishly around his anus, my natural language darted in and out of his hole, while my hand masturbated his aching organ, now pointing down towards his own fount. His head was cranked forward under the weightiness of his up-turned body and his face was crushed and flushed burnished pink, as the Wave of coming began exploding inside his body.

"Oh Shit !"I heard him moan through clenched tooth, as my tongue felt the virtuoso of his throbbing perineum, telling me that his cum was at net pumping from his two ‘ gilded nut ’, through his groin towards his ray. Time seemed to slow down as my paw felt the tell-tale throbbing in his organ as his cum erupted from his tool and shot down in a long stream across his cheek. He closed his middle tight shut and grimaced, as his thick, white cum remorselessly spurted across his lip, his nose, his optic, splattering his typeface in gobs of the sticky white goo as he gasped in agony, while my clapper still felt his perineum throbbing his continuing orgasm.

My heart was racing with excitement. Not only had I had never done this to a guy before but he was thoroughly into it. Throughout all this, my own shaft had maintained its solidity and had been constantly dribbling pre-cum everywhere ; it was even down his back, as my organ was now pressed hard against his backrest, holding him upright on the bed.

Releasing my handle of him, I allowed him to roll back down and break down flat tire on the bed again, as he moaned in exhausted pleasance and relief. His eyes were still clasped shut and his expression streaked with his own cum as I lay on top of him, pressing my firmly dribbling tool alongside his and once again, pinning him to the bed under my weight.

Before he could clean the cum from his eyes, I now began licking his side, savouring the slightly bitingly but piquant gustatory modality of his cum, as I gently washed his face with my tongue and he grimaced, one-half in fun and one-half in badgering at what I was doing. I never realised how a great deal I would bask this !

The slippery lubrication of my own pre-cum between our trunk, the tactile sensation of his still slightly swollen ( and even now, much bombastic ) organ between us, and the taste of his cum, cleaned from his face, were all now too much for me. I went to kiss him and he threw himself into me in one last, hanker passionate kiss. Once again, our mouths became as one and our hot tongues caressed and played together, as my orgasm erupted from my insides and my body shuddered. I clasped and grasped at his shoulder and I came in a series of agonizing, aching bursts of my own cum into the slippery gap between our soundbox, slithering and sliding about over his stomach, as the cum ran down the sides of his body onto the continental quilt and we both lay together, exhausted.

The abide by dawning, I think we were both still so wipe out from the night before that we each seemed content to just lie in each other's arms, gently caressing each other and kissing occasionally. He got up to use the bathroom first and I watched his au naturel body, as he padded across the room. In the daylight, I now saw that he had such a cute buttocks ; pale and hairless, cockeyed and dimpled, below a trimming waist - almost a boy's waist and yet…..

As I lay there, still turning over the thrilling events of our night of cacoethes, I yawned and felt my jaw go"clunk"again. There was no pain sensation, as such ; I just knew it wasn't right and it bothered me. I've tried several remediation over the age and even consulted specialists about it but I never actually told any of them about how it started. It's not abominable but it still does it today, a lasting admonisher of Sean, my only ever night-club seduction !