Gabriel: the chat boy

My name is Bruno, I'm 21 years old and from Campinas-SP. In this story I will relate how it was my meeting with a guy that I met in a chat room.
First let me describe myself. I'm 1.70 meters tall, 68 kilos, fair skin and brown hair and eyes. I can say that my body is defined: I am the type who has thick thighs and a well-marked breastplate. A dowry of 19 cm, straight and fat. Doing "molecão" style, always wearing bermuda hat... I am discreet, my family and friends do not suspect anything. My reputation for catching helps to keep up appearances. I get some facial expressions, but what I really like is mess with another good guy.
I walked into a chat room in Campinas and after some time chatting with some guys, thought it wouldn't do any good. Thought this was another one of those days where you add lots of people but nobody gets their interest. I had already left when Gabriel entered the chat. After a few words he gave me his MSN. Added the guy, but without much hope.
We started talking and getting to know each other. Gabriel lived in a neighborhood near me, fifteen minutes on foot. I described myself and he replied with his description. He was 18 years old, 1.65 meters tall, 58 kilograms and mulatto. According to him, despite the low weight, considered her body cool. I asked what she was looking for and he told me that they were looking for someone interesting to exchange an idea and see what rolled. The answer cheered me up because it's exactly what I wanted. The conversation unfolded. Gradually, I became more interested in this guy who was shy but knew how to talk.
I thought about turning on the cameras so that we could see each other, but he was afraid for his family since no one knew of his "double life".I understood his attitude because I know what it is like to be in this situation. So as not to disappoint me, he showed me a photo of himself. His face did not appear, but I could see his dark body wearing black thongs. He was thin but had a healed body which aroused my interest. The muscles of his arm were well marked and a defined belly. In return I sent him a picture of myself where I appeared shirtless.
And we kept talking, and I looked at the clock -- it was 11 o'clock that Friday night -- but because I had to work early the next day against my will, I ended this conversation.
I wanted to leave the company, go home and wait for time to pass quickly so that soon I was talking with Gabriel again.
We started talking. He told me that he had awakened his interest and thought he'd found someone different from the others, so I replied in exactly the same way: "I can't wait to see where this all goes". And we talked for a couple of hours about our lives, past experiences and desires. Gradually, I gained his trust and he got mine. Although rashly, I suggested we set up an appointment. To my surprise, without taking too long to respond, he agreed. As he was studying and I was working, Sundays were the opportunity for us to meet. And so we did -- set aside three hours in a mall food court near our homes.
The time came for us to meet. I was there at the appointed place, wearing a green shirt and bermuda just as he said that it would be. He was restlessly looking around, searching for the boy in black T-shirt and jeans. After ten minutes of delay I thought he wouldn't show up or maybe someone had been playing with me. That's when he appeared. I wasn't 100% sure this was Gabriel but his clothes and how he looked at me confirmed my suspicion.
Shyly, he approached and allowed me to see his face in more detail. His black hair shaved from the sides, combed into a thick mohawk. His fleshy lips and brown eyes caught my attention. As he himself had told me, he was thin but that didn't stop him having an attractive body. A very handsome butt. Adding these details to dark skin, Gabriel looked like a soccer player.
I asked even though I already knew the answer.
- What's up, beauty?
- It's all right. How are you?
Sorry I'm late, but I ended up getting a little high to get out of the house.
Shall we sit down and have a chat?
We went to a table away from all that Sunday shopping bustle, and we sat down and started talking about our first impressions of the meeting. I could tell he was restless; I thought he feared being seen there by some acquaintance even though no one had any reason for suspecting anything. There we were as two friends chatting, so I suggested going to my house where we can talk without having to worry about other people.
- I don't know... he said torn between his insecurities and his desires.
You know, if you want to keep hanging around here... it's fine by me.
- Ah... come on then. <unk> he answered, after thinking for a few seconds.
We picked up my car in the parking lot, and within a few minutes we'd be at my house. On our way home, Gabriel told me what was making him nervous: that it had been his first time meeting a guy on chat rooms; he said he never had any experience with another man before, and that all of his MSN stories were made-up because he feared I wouldn't care about him.
- I'm sorry, he said embarrassed.
- Relax, I've been there too. <unk> Talked to try and calm him down.
- No, not at all.
- Not even a kiss?
- Not at all.
We came home. I was still surprised by all of this and Gabriel, nervous. We went in, he sat on the couch while I got us something to drink. I sat down next to him in a chair. The chatter continued. He told me that he'd dated some girls before but had never gone past kissing them. His desire for other men was recent; he wasn't sure what he wanted but knew he couldn't wait any longer. When I showed up, he believed he found someone trustworthy who had the characteristics he was looking for in a guy.
- And what were you looking for?
- Someone discreet, my age who didn't just talk about sex.
- I got it.
We stood looking at each other in silence, that atmosphere where no one knew what to say. He looked around and I was just as shy as he was. It seemed like it was my first time in this situation too. I disguised myself by drinking my juice and could see Gabriel watching me. When he noticed my gaze towards him, he became uncomfortable. So I took the initiative.
I asked with a slight smile.
- I don't know... he answered, kind of clumsily.
- You up for a movie?
- It was beautiful.
I went to my room, got a DVD and came back into the living room, set up the film for shooting and sat down on the couch next to him. It was gay porn and the first scene started with two guys sitting on a bed kissing each other. My dick was already hard because it had been squeezed by clothes, and my imagination ran wild trying to figure out what was going through that guy's head beside me.
The scene continued on television. The actors' kisses grew more intense, and gradually they began to take off their clothes. I looked at Gabriel from the corner of my eye and saw that he was watching the volume in my Bermuda shorts. He moved his stick around trying to fit it into his jeans. His obsession with all this was evident. His footprints were firm and steady; there seemed to be no comfortable position for his hard coil in those pants.
- Do you want to hit one?
- It's Bora.
- I'll take off my shirt or else I will end up making a mess here <unk> commented laughing.
- That's a good idea.
We took off our shirts, and from my side I could see the body that had already been seen in this picture: a well-divided chest with a defined belly; not much hair on it but just some around her nipples and navel.
I unbuttoned my bermuda and pulled it down halfway to my thighs. Gabriel just watched, not moving. In front of his eyes, my hard-on cock was hidden by that black fabric on the side with its head almost sticking out through a corner in her underwear. I stood up slightly so he could pull away from me. My dick popped right off. The bloated blood had swollen all over my head like molasses.
He just stood there staring at my cane, noticing every detail. The film no longer interested him. I provoked him, held tightly to my stick, rubbing his finger on his head and grabbing my balls with willpower; he squeezed his jeans hard, revealing the excitement that felt watching this scene live before his eyes.
- Shit... " he said as if not believing it.
And you're just going to stand there?
There he began to pull down the zipper of his trousers. As he pulled it off, his white underpants revealed themselves with a large volume beneath them; that cloth clearly marked his scroll. The purple head was on display. I don't know how his dick fit in such small space. When he lowered his panties, I could see its size. For this skinny boy, it came as a surprise: It wasn't very thick but big, must have been about 21 centimetres long. His head contrasted with the shade of his skin. A smooth hand-filler bag. He had few short and thick hairs concentrated at the base of his Scroll. Despite being active and tying myself to a male's ass, I can admit that he had an amazing cock.
We started masturbating. He was left-handed, which caused our arms to clash a few times during the fistfight. Our attention oscillated between the film that already showed some delicious fucking and our bodies. Gabriel moved his hands more slowly. His dick drooled heavily, leaving his vagina with that typical noise when skin passes through its head. It was very pleasurable, short of a good punch from another male.
"Do you want some?" I asked, waving my roll in his hand.
He stretched out his arm and squeezed my stick tightly. Starting to run through it with his fingers, feeling its veins and the way they pulsed compressed between them he put his own fist aside and began massaging my bag with his other hand I felt that guy kill his curiosity about me by giving me delicious moments masturbating affectionately without any haste stopping upward-downwards motion to pass a finger tip on the head of my cock spreading molasses liquid appearing watching this thread of saliva disappear into the air as he moved away from his finger
He said as I reached out my hand towards his dick.
- What's the matter?
- I think if you take my stick I'll mock. <unk> he said with a slight laugh.
- Relax and enjoy it.
I began to feel his roll with my hand. Gabriel bent over, leaning on the couch and closing his eyes breathed deeply in an attempt to control his body so that he could enjoy this moment longer. It was the first time anyone had ever held his stick; it felt warm, pulsing. My two hands together were not strong enough to cover that rod. I stroked his balls one at a time making him groan for pleasure. My hand rubbed against his combs and now it was I who controlled myself so as not to splash.
- How's that?
- Goddamn, this is delicious.
- You have a nice break... <unk> commented.
- Yours is also... and it's much bigger than mine! <unk> replied, already grabbing my cock again.
We'd stand there punching each other, and sometimes one of us would have to ask the other person to stop, take a deep breath and avoid joking, wishing that moment could go on indefinitely. It was like a game: I squeezed his dick and he mine; when I pushed harder, he responded by doing so too. The feeling was wonderful and our bodies were already sweaty.
In the midst of all this, our eyes met. Our gaze conveyed the passion we felt. Gradually our faces drew closer together; my nose soon brushed his, denouncing that moment's surrender to us. We kissed. Gabriel's thick lips were warm and made that kiss more intense. His tongue discovered mine and moved wildly in my mouth. I passed my chin over his cheek, slid down his neck, pinching him with my unintentional beard. He groaned louder and could feel his body trembling.
- Oh, I'll make fun of you!
- Let's go, then!
We continued to kiss and accelerated the pace of our handshake. He squeezed my dick much tighter and let it move even faster. I did the same, and in the middle of that kiss I felt his roll lapping on my hand. His groans made clear he was joking. I didn't hold back and spat as well. I could feel the jets of my joy beating against my chest and flowing down my belly. Gabriel's hot fucking flowed through my hands.
We stood there with our faces together and eyes closed, gasping for breath as the sweat rolled down our foreheads. As we walked away, you could see the result: Our sticks were still hard, covered in shit; my belly was coated; Gabriel's stomach had been licked; his thick cock accumulated at the base of his stick painting those black hairs white.
I went to the bathroom and got some toilet paper so we could clean ourselves up. He was still sitting there, unresponsive. Obviously he wasn't used to that sort of thing. He looked embarrassed, and I tried to make him feel at ease. We talked for a little while but Gabriel had to leave. I asked if he would stay longer, but it was getting dark and his family were waiting. So I took him back to the mall where we said goodbye with the promise of meeting again online.
As soon as I get another chance, I'll write about my second encounter with Gabriel. Hope you liked it. Do not forget to comment and read my other stories. To the guys from Campinas who like me enjoy a good catch with another male, send me an e-mail. We can exchange an idea and see what happens. Looking for people of my age and also be discreet. Here is my email: xx.punhetacam.xx@hotmail.com. Put in the subject word "story".
See you guys.