Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2011 19:54:41 +0200
From: Sebastian Bramah <samuelholden@gmail.com>
Subject: Nick's Hair, A pornographic tale by Sebastian Bramah - Part 1 - CAFE

Nick's Hair. A pornographic tale by Sebastian Bramah. - #1 - CAFE - MM,
MB, 1st, anal, job, slow, con.

#1 - CAFEE

MM, MB, 1st, anal, job, slow, con.

The author asserts his right to be aknowledged as the owner of this
intellectual property. This text may be freely distributed only if it is
kept intact and the author is cited.

This is a work of fiction. Scenes of gay and bisexual sex are graphically
depicted. If the idea of this offends you then please read something else.

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    - An old gay with milk, please. - He said with a wink and a British
accent.
    - Pardon? - Double take.
    - Granted. - He said, and smiled, making his deep blue eyes shine and
crinkle at the edges, full lips parting and curling at the sides to show
off perfect teeth, though not bleached... I don't do bleached.
    - An Earl Grey tea with milk, please.

First person to pull the "Pardon? - Granted" gag on me since my father.
Made me smile & go slightly red.

Probably 45, graying dark hair, well built, well dressed.

    - Oh bugger!! - Milk, all over him, soaking his neatly pressed,
cream-coloured linen trousers.
    - Well, not exactly what I had in mind when I was imagining you
showering me in milk, but it's a start I suppose. - He snickered.

I got nervous, flustered, hot and red... Started shaking a bit.

    - I... Oh god! I'll pay to get them cleaned. I'm... I'm sooo sorry!
Jesus, that was clumsy.
    - Enough, it's only milk, and cold at that. Bring me a cloth & we'll
sort it out together.
    - Come to the kitchen, try to rinse it out.

    So, he did, and I gave him a damp cloth, which he started swabbing
against his crotch...  Quite a prominent bulge. The trousers seemed to go
transparent & the bulge kept getting bigger. I got on my knees and slipped
his hardening, silky cock into my mouth. I've never really liked milk, but
it was well worth it.

    - Sorry, have you got any paper towels? - Busted! I'd been staring at
his cock and daydreaming... A horny brain is a dangerous thing.
    - See? All done!

Nuts... I must be seeing things. Did his cock just pulse?

    - I really am sorry. - Plaintively.
    - Don't be, could you bring me some more milk please. I'd still like to
enjoy my Earl Grey if you don't mind.

I did, this time managing to get it onto the table in the jug.

Went into the kitchen to clean up, straighten my cock out, wash some dishes
and dry some glasses, when I came back out again he'd left.

5 Euro bill was lying there, next to a note, placed ironically under the
milk jug.

    "Sorry to dash off, but I must get changed before my nether regions
start smelling like Roquefort cheese. I will no doubt be back in your cafe
at a later date.  I hope to enjoy your company some other time, maybe
outside of work, over dinner? I don't want to sound corny, but I love to
see a cute guy go red and still look gorgeous..."

Cool! good teeth, good grammar, hot bod, big bulge, good taste... Quite a
catch!!

    Anyway, I kept the note, which was signed "Kind regards, Toby". Must
admit I found the name amusing... reminded me of a teddy bear or a cuddly
toy, though I'd love to cuddle up to him... Nothing like a hot, hairy,
handsome man to cuddle up to on a cold winter's night; or to get sweaty and
sticky with on a hot summers night, for that matter.

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    - Purple? - Said Lou in a horrified tone.
    - Purple.
    - But...
    - Purple! Or Pillar-Box Red, with yellow tips... put up in a thin
shark's fin.
    - Sounds better than Purple... Your head honey.

And while she was washing, dying, shaving, bleaching & generally destroying
my hair, I told Lourdes about Toby.

    - And you think he'd like Purple? - She said.
    - Don't go there... It's orange and white now... how would Purple make
me less attractive to him? Anyway, I can always just give him a blow-job in
the dark and send him packing... Or get him to cum on my Martens and then
lick it all up like a Dog.
    - That's gross!
    - You probably think fisting is gross... Bet you'd love it.
    - So much for that bashful nature he liked.

I decided not to answer & just relaxed as Lou washed and massaged my head.

    I started daydreaming about Toby's warm, semi-erect cock getting hard
in my mouth. It was one of those gorgeous cocks that don't get rock hard,
they just sort of grow and feel like a condom full of sand: hard, but
flexible... perfect for going in deep and all the way down my throat.

    Deep-throating Toby spawned off another line of thought... The fond
memory of Vicente giving me my first snout-full of Poppers (when it was
still Amil Nitrate, and not the crap they sell you nowadays) and laying
back on his parent's bed to let me devour his long and slightly curved dick
as only a sixteen-year-old, high on poppers, can.

Best household remedy for Laryngitis was that guy's cock! Never failed!

Met him on a chat-line... Lied about my age, said I was 18. He said 30,
1.80, 85Kg, tanned, dark hair, dark eyes.

    Hooked up outside a church, of all places... He was in an old, burgundy
coloured car, smoking Camel, wearing glasses. Gorgeous face, clefted chin.
I was horny as soon as I got in the car. He smelt amazing: A combination of
a masculine cologne, sweat, cigarettes...

    We went to his house, being refurbished at the time, full of broken
tiles and rubbish. Got out the poppers and gave me a whiff... I went white
and nearly fainted. He was cool about it, had me sit down and breathe
deep... Then started kissing me and running his hands all over me.

Took me to his parents house in the center of town.

Ate my hole like there was no tomorrow, on his parent's bed, a huge
crucifix on the wall.

    We 69'd our holes... I turned round and took a long, double drag of
poppers and sat down on his cock, all the way deep inside me in one quick
movement. He gasped. I moaned and started riding him hard, grabbing his
face to kiss him deeply...

I had a pang of pain from my head and neck.

    - If you are going to have sex in yer head each time I wash your hair
you could at least use underwear... Your cock bouncing about is scaring the
cats. - Said Lou, turning the mixer tap to COLD.
    - Bitch! - I yelped. - Just because you ain't got a cock!... Jesus!