the story, continued ?
Jerking off to the incredible pictures of Keliana in "Pleasure" and "Nylon Surprise No. 26? while wearing pantyhose and with a butt plug deep in my ass brings me to a new level of masturbatory frenzy. This time, my orgasm begins with a low, resonant moan, followed by a grunting like a feral beast, followed by what seems like an inability to catch my breath, followed by uncontrollable bucking of my hips as I lie on the bed with Keliana?s pictures in direct view, all accompanied by the most furious stroking of my rock-hard cock of my life, and finished off with a banshee-like scream and the shooting of streams of cum clear across the room. I can seem my cum dripping down the wall. I can even see steam rising from it, because it is just that hot. And I can also hear my mother?s voice.
?What is going on in there?? I hear her yell from down the hall. Shit, I woke her up. No, in truth, Keliana woke her up. Keliana, with her delicious nylon-clad legs. Keliana, with her delectable ass. Keliana, with her dark, beautiful, long hair and her deep, sexy eyes. Keliana. with her cock, the cock I long for, the cock I am saving myself for, the cock I want in my mouth and in my ass.
My mother, awakened by Keliana and her magical effect on me and my teenage hormones, is now coming down the hall. Time seems to slow, and suddenly I hear my sister, who must have also been awakened by my jizz-induced scream. ?Mom,? she says, ?he must?ve had a bad dream. Go back to bed. I?ll check on him.?
There is a dead silence outside my room. I am desperately trying to catch my breath and come down from my awe-inducing orgasm. Then I hear my mother say, ?Tell him to try to keep his bad dreams down to a low roar.?
Little does she know.
My sister knocks and opens the door. ?Bro,? she says, with a slightly demonic smile, ?you really gotta stop being such a loud pervert. Shhhhhh!? And then she is gone.
I wait until there is silence in the house again, make my way to the bathroom, and clean myself up. I return to my bedroom, wipe down the walls, put away my newest Keliana magazines, and fall into a deep sleep ? in which I dream of Keliana?s cock lying across my face, there for the sucking whenever I want. When I awake, it is clear that I had my first wet dream since my early teens.
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Months go by, during which I visit the adult bookstore for many more Keliana magazines that become the catalyst for a regular series of enormous eruptions of cum all over my room. The old gentleman from England, who seems to be there every time I visit the store, takes me under his wing, guiding me to the best Keliana magazines and suggesting new toys to play with. Nearly all of the money I earn at my part-time job goes into the cash register at the store. I never complain.
My obsession with Keliana, though, is not the only thing occupying my mind. I will graduate from high school in only a few weeks, and before heading off to college I am going on my first trip overseas. Several of my aunts and uncles chipped in to buy this for me as a graduation present, and the trip will take me to Germany, France, and England.
One day, at the adult bookstore, I mention to the old gentleman that I will be gone for a month in the summer. He asks me where I?ll be going, and I tell him. ?You know, my young friend,? he says, with a twinkle in his eye, ?England is where you will find Keliana.?
?Yes, I know she lives in London,? I say, ?but I can?t imagine that I could meet her. I mean, she?s a big star. She?s one of the top models for magazines in the world. How could I possibly meet her? Why would she want to meet a kid like me??
?I think you might be surprised. But it would have to be a chance encounter,? he responds.
I remember then that when I first met him he said he once knew Keliana back in London. ?How does that work,? I ask.
?Ask me just before you leave on your trip. I will tell you then,? he says. I cannot wait.
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Several more weeks pass, and I enjoy regular cataclysms of cum in my room, all thanks to the smoldering sexiness of my beloved Keliana. The day before I am to depart for Germany, my first European destination, I visit the bookstore. The older English gentleman greets me with a smile and hands me a new magazine, ?Sexual Fantasy.? It features Keliana sitting on a brick wall, naked except for sunglasses and sandals. Her cock, the object of my intense desire, the touchstone against which I judge all real women, is there in view. I cannot wait to get home and enjoy the full Keliana spread that I know lies within.
?This,? says the older gentleman, ?is a very special magazine. Once you see Germany and France, how long will you be in England??
?One week,? I reply.
?In London?? he asks.
?Yes, but I was going to tour the countryside, too.?
?Lad, listen carefully.? His voice lowers to a whisper, as if he is about to impart some secret. ?Keliana is sitting in one of London?s parks in this picture on the cover. I know it to be one of her favorite places in the city. That is where I met her. I cannot tell you where it is, because to meet Keliana, to be with Keliana, it must be a chance encounter. But I can tell you that if you are observant, and if you are truly motivated, you can find this place. It will take some time, but it can be done. Think of it as a test of your desire. How much do you want Keliana? How much do you want to be in her presence? That will be the measure, and that will determine your success. Keep looking, carefully, and keep your eye on the prize.?
I nod and thank him. My mission is clear. Yes, I will see Europe. But I will also find my Keliana.
to be continued ?
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