Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2001 05:26:06 EST
From: BeecherIsTheMan@aol.com
Subject: Awakening Paul 4

	Syd and I were entering our first year together.  He was getting to
where he knew the things I liked to eat, and would cook for me so that we
didn't have to go out when I picked him up.  His roommate knew what days of
the week I came over, and made himself scarce with very little objection
over doing so.  I feared at first the roommate, a heterosexual, would be an
obstacle for us.  He seemed wholesome in his own machiavellian sort of way.
I was afraid he'd try to sabotage this for the sake of Christianity, but he
was surprisingly understanding.
	It was the last of November and my birthday.  Syd never had any
trouble remembering birthdays.  He based his interpersonal skills on
astrology, although he professed to have no real belief in it.  "I use it
merely as a guideline," he would say, "and I only hear the parts I like."
It turns out he and I are meant to be, me a Sagittarius, he an Aries.  I
wondered what solidified that.  It was actually what first got me
interested in Astrology, something that I firmly believe in to this day.
"I want to try something different tonight," he said, picking up the plate
in front of me and placing it in the kitchen sink.  I was slightly afraid
and very aroused.  "A game."
	He took me in to the bedroom and asked me to wait.  I looked around
the room while he was gone.  There was lube on the night stand, I
remembered placing it there last week.  There was a psychology book on the
bed.  Syd didn't go to school, but he insisted on furthering his education
despite the complete and utter lack of time.  He returned with string.
	"Sit down," he ordered, indicating the chair nearby.  I obeyed.  He
pulled some string from a drawer.  "I'm going to tie you up," he began.  He
pulled scissors from his pocket and got down on his knees in front of me.
"Take off your clothes."
	"May I stand up?" I asked.  He looked at me, then back down to his
string.  I began to disrobe.  Once I was through, I sat back down.
	"Don't sit."  I stood and watched him as he tied the string around
the fan in the center of the room.  "Come here."  I walked over and he
snatched my hands up over my head and tied them together, then to the
string dangling.  I tugged a little.  "Sturdy," he said.  I nodded.  He
went over to his closet and pulled out a bag, then dumped it's contents
onto the bed.  A long, black whip.  Syd approached me and noticed I was
smiling.  He smiled a little, too.  Placing his hand on my chest, he
allowed the whip to fall over my ass cheeks, softly.  His hand began
wandering down my torso, to my penis, which was pulsating.  He ran his
fingers over it, then stroked it between two of them.  "You make me so
fucking hot," he said, watching me shudder.  Between his stroking and the
whip, I could come any second.  He moved around behind me and fell to his
knees.  He began planting kisses all over my ass cheeks, small at first,
then getting the tongue involved.  He let his tongue slide all the way
across, then fall into the crack.  He used his tongue to fuck my asshole
some.  Soon, he was back on his feet, standing in front of me.  He smiled,
and playfully smacked my cock with the whip. I was moaning a little now.
Putting a little more force behind it, he began hitting my torso.  He moved
around behind me and hit my ass VERY hard.  I couldn't help but moan
loudly, both pleasured and pained.  Using a circular motion, he began
spanking my ass with the whip.
	"Do you like this?"  he asked?  I nodded and moaned, in case he
wasn't looking.  "Do you like me beating your ass?"
	"Yes."  I could barely get it out without shuddering.  He placed
the whip down in front of me and started spanking me with his bare hand.
"Jesus, Syd," I finally mustered.  He moved in front of me.  He spit on my
cock and took it in his hand.  He stroked it very quickly a few times, then
reached up and cut my hands loose.  I went to hug him.
	"Don't touch me," He said, backing away.  I stood in front of him,
naked, harder than I'd ever been, wondering when I was going to cum.  He
pointed to a desk across the room.  It occurred to me that he was stilly
fully clothed.  "Lean over it," he commanded.  I obeyed.  I heard the
unbuckling of his belt and pants and felt his hand in my hair.  He grabbed
a handful and snatched my head up a little.  I cried out as he plunged in
to me, fast, hard, and without lube.
	"Oh, God!" I shouted.  "Syd, stop!"  He kept driving in to me at
full force and released my hair to grab one of my nipples and yank it,
hard.
	"Stop?" he asked, never once slowing down.  He was pushing harder
and deeper with every drive.  I banged my hand on the desk and came, full
force, on to the carpet below.  He continued fucking my ass as I grabbed on
to the back of the desk.  "I'm about to come," he announced to me, speeding
up a little.  He started to come inside me, not slowing down his stride.
He continued to fuck me, the way he always did, pushing every little bit
out of his body and into mine until he simply couldn't come anymore and
collapsed on my back.  He wrapped his arms around me.
	"That was the single most erotic experience of my life," I said.
There was no response.  He had fallen asleep inside of me.