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Letter ‘U’ in the Gravitation alphabet!

Shuichi loved walking through the park this late at night. It was quiet and peaceful and it gave him ‘head space’ to try and think. Today had been an interesting day, so he decided to do just that tonight so he could try to sort the day out in his mind and just generally enjoy the atmosphere. He was almost skipping over the paths in his usual hyperactive state until he came to the main bridge. As he jumped on to it a piece of paper with his latest lyrics on fluttered from his hand and landed on the floor. He ran to get it, bending down many times to try to pick it up, but each time it blew a little further away. He’d just got a hand on it when instead a strange hand picked it up.

Shuichi looked up at him and was about to say something when he saw the man was reading it. He read Shuichi’s lyrics. And then he began to tell him how rubbish they were.

Shuichi stared, open mouthed, at the him. He wanted to be angry at his words but the trouble was, not only did he kind of agree with him, but he was also the most stunning man he had ever seen. Not that he had ever really paid that much attention to men before . . . But this man . . .

He had beautiful eyes, blond hair and he was casually smoking as he insulted him. Shuichi didn’t know what to say to him. In the end he tried to respond but then the man just wandered off, leaving Shuichi stood in the middle of the park in the middle of the night. All alone once more.

As he watched the stranger’s retreating back all he felt was anger. Who was that strange man? How dare he insult his lyrics? And what the hell was he doing in the park this time of night?

Shuichi shook his head and picked up the bag that he had thrown down to chase the lyrics and began walking. Just who the hell did that guy think he was anyway?

But the problem was that now the guy was gone that wasn’t all that Shuichi was feeling.

The anger he had felt had begun to turn into something else. Something more. Shuichi was feeling something in his stomach that was making its way downwards and heating him up. A warming sensation that was making him tingle in places it was rather nice to feel tingly in. He recognised the feeling almost instantly. After all, he was a teenager. The feeling? Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust.

That guy had made him very horny.

He picked up his pace, knowing that he needed to get home as he wanted to . . . think . . . about this guy some more.

Preferably without any clothes on.

Shuichi finally got home, shouted ‘hi’ to his mum and then tore up the stairs two at a time. He got into his room, threw down his bag and closed the door. He shut his eyes and took a few deep, calming breaths before turning the lock, opening his eyes and beginning to strip.

He pulled his clothes off in a desperate hurry, throwing them to the farthest corners of the room. Once all his clothes were off he tossed himself into the bed and under the covers, squirming against the coolness of the sheets. Once there his eyes closed again as his mind began to drift.

He pictured the man in the park, his eyes, his body, his voice.

Before he even knew it he was hard. He let his hands trail over his chest, one pinching his nipples as the other went lower . . . It didn't take long to find it's target. He took hold of his erection, picturing the stranger dropping to his knees in front of him. He licked his lips as he imagined his hard on vanishing into the mouth that had insulted him.

Shuichi let out a small moan, the images in his head adding to the pleasure radiating from the pulsing organ in his hand. He began to tug more quickly, his other hand trailing downwards so the fingers could play with the sensitive head. He stroked the tip slowly, more moans of pleasure escaping as he continued his task. His hips began to move as the pleasure increased even more and soon he was thrusting, tugging and moaning with abandon.

"Oh yes!" He moaned as a particularly intense wave of pleasure washed over his body.

Shuichi pressed his head back in to the pillows and shivered, his whole body breaking out in goose bumps. He licked his lips and his mouth dropped open. He'd never known masturbating to get him so aroused so quickly. In his mind the stranger was using his tongue to swirl around the head and flick into the slit. His finger mirrored the action. His entire body tightened. If he just kept this up for a couple more minutes . . .

His speed increased as his climax approached. His mind was filled with images of the stranger tonguing him, licking him, sucking him, fondling his balls. All the stimulation was driving him wild. His body was on the precipice. And as for noise . . . There was no way of holding back his animalistic moans, groans and panting. He was beginning to wish he had put some music on before he started.

But that thought rapidly left his head as his brain was flooded with blinding white light and heavy static as his orgasm took him over. He screamed as warm pulses of liquid spilled over his hand.

As he began to come down, trembling and panting, he heard a knocking. It took him a couple of minutes to realise it was his mother pounding on his door.

"Shuichi? Shuichi? Are you ok?"

He looked down at the mess covering his hand and lap and moaned.

"Yes."

Brilliant. He'd just had the best orgasm of his life. Over a guy.