Date: Mon, 28 Sep 1998 23:53:57 PDT
From: a b <onthehunt45@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Basic, Everyday Night by Tom E.

*Use condoms guys. Please.*

	A Basic, Everyday Night   by Tom E.

You're not exactly a calendar model, but you smell good.
	I, on the other hand, am a calendar model, not that you ever
noticed.  I've watched you for a while now, glancing sideways when I knew
you weren't looking, eyeing your crotch, caressing your chest with my
stare.  You are completely masculine, hairy, strong; you smell like sweat
and sex.
	And then you caught me.  At least, I think it was the first time
you noticed me drooling at the urinal.  'You wanna help me with this' is
all you said and then you smiled.
	A few nights later I arrived at your apartment already sporting a
fine boner.  I had showered that morning, skipping the usual wake up
masturbation, and survived with 10 minutes of running soap and water over
my body.  I mentioned my calendar model body right?  Tan skin, rippling
muscles, tight ass.  Right.
	Well, you opened the door with that sexy smile of yours and shook
my hand like we were still in the office and offered me something to drink
like I was there to help you with your taxes.  I took this in stride, it
was much later that I found out that you were just as nervous as I was.  We
sat around for awhile talking about sports or watching TV or just being
quiet sometimes when the mood struck.  I was painfully aware of your body;
you were lounging across the couch with such a disregard for the male body
you inhabited that I was about to ask if I could show you the right way of
being you (which would include constantly feeling every part of your body).
You got up first.
	"I really gotta piss," you said.  "You still want to help?"
	I paused to look him in the eyes and then satisfied and very, very
hungry, I whispered "Definitely," and walked to the bathroom where you were
waiting.  You were standing away from me towards the toilet, your cock
presumably in your hands, glancing down.  I waited for you to turn to me,
or at least start pissing, but you did neither.  Your still figure was
within my grasp, waiting, and you were so, so sexy and rough and painful to
look at.
	So I blinked and came up behind you-I paused and pressed up against
your back- I breathed and closed the gap.  I reached around you with both
arms and fumbled and grabbed over your large, rough hands until I was
holding them and your cock.  Your hands and cock were warm and your pubic
hair brushed against my wrists and I heard you moan a little or maybe it
was me moaning.  I pressed up closer, pressing my boner into your ass,
breathing on your neck.
	"Is this good?" I asked, laughing, anything to get you to talk,
still desperately taking in the touch of your body, still massaging your
hands and cock ever so slightly.  You laughed to, thank god, and said
something like 'I really, really, really had to pee, damnit' and turned
your head towards me just the smallest fraction, and I was gone.  I buried
my face in your neck, kissing the stubble and skin and muscle, matching
your scent and your taste for the first time, rubbing your bare, muscular
arms and your full chest, smashing my cock against your back.  You reached
behind and grabbed my butt hard with each hand, and rocking accordingly.
	You turned around at that point and we kissed.  You have a thick,
dark mustache that tickled my nose and face as you kissed every part-lips,
eyes, ears, cheeks, forehead.  Our tongues came to know each other well,
often battling it out in either mouth.  I remember distinctly enjoying the
feeling of your breath escaping through your nose, through your mustache,
warming my face.
	Your hard cock had been bouncing between us, I know my jeans
weren't as soft as clouds either, and I was more than ready to give it some
real attention.  So I let you lean against the bathroom wall and I kneeled
down.  "No wonder you couldn't pee," I said, "There's too much cum blocking
the way!"  And that was the extent of my dirty talking, though I know it
turned you on- you squirmed and looked towards the ceiling.  It actually
turned me on to, actually saying the word cum, staring at your beautiful 8
inch cock, and thinking of you as a working, sweating man who sleeps when
he's tired, shits when he needs to, and masturbates when he's horny-all
this and you were about to share it with me, lose yourself in me, pump this
"cum" into me-believe me, you were "it".
	So each of us lost in throes of lust continued together, I for my
part tenderly grasping your penis around the shaft, moving up and down with
my hand slowly.  You gasped and sank down a little.  I then cupped your
large hairy balls with my left hand, squeezing them and feeling their
warmth.  As you watched I leaned in and licked the tip of your shining
head, tasting the precum, feeling the veins in your cock expand as more and
more blood was pumped in.  Next I stuck your head in my mouth and rolled it
around, sucking it and licking under the edges and paying special attention
to the bottom where you seemed to pant the most as I licked it.  The
apartment seemed to be unusually quiet as I sucked you off; I only heard my
lips on your cock and your breathing and murmuring.  Your cock suddenly
threw at me a powerful waft of your scent, triggering some reflex somewhere
inside, taking over my body-I took your entire cock into my mouth and
throat and passionately, thickly and loudly, deep throated you like my
throat had a g-spot or something.  You gasped and grabbed me by the head, I
assumed to thrust me harder onto your cock, but instead, to pull me
away. 'Chill' you said and stood me up with your strong arms. You kissed me
again and said that you 'needed help in the bedroom with something'.
	"What's that?" I asked.  You grunted very brusquely -pushing me by
my shoulders towards the bedroom-and said you'd 'find something'.
	In your bedroom was a pretty nice bed, a closet half open and
overflowing with dirty clothes, a computer/desk/chair.  In the bathroom you
had stepped out of your pants so you sat on the bed with your only your
socks and plaid shirt on, and you began to unbutton your shirt with your
hard cock standing straight up between your legs, as you watched me
undress.
	I think I had basically acted this scene out in the shower the
night before.  I stare at you intently as I pull my t-shirt off over my
head, stretching my tight pecs and arm muscles, rubbing my nipples and
skin.  I'm 6'2 and I know I'm very handsome (though I'm still nervous as
you stop unbuttoning your shirt because your jaw has dropped).  Next, I
came up close to you, my crotch at eye level, and began to take off my
pants, slowly.  You're smiling now and I feel slightly silly, but then the
silence of the house is back again, urging me on, urging me towards the man
in front of me, you, who I desperately want to be close to.  I let you help
me take my pants off until it is only the thin, slightly rank layer of
cloth that is my briefs between you and my cock.  Watching your intent
stare, your heavy breathing, the drop of sweat running down your masculine
face, turned me on.  You took my underwear off as I watched and only
briefly glanced at my huge, circumcised cock before you thrust it into your
mouth, sucking loudly.  It felt wonderful, the backside of your throat,
your tongue constantly working.  You even sucked on my shaved balls,
leaving them warm and wet.  You are a powerful man and I loved having you
suck my cock.  I groaned and thrusted a little and rubbed your shoulders
and thick hair, rejoicing in the slow feeling somewhere between my cock and
my balls, slowly building and building.
	'Can I fuck you' was next and I was so eager for you to fuck me I
could only nod.  You got up from the bed, squeezed me arm, and walked over
to your closet, bending over to give me a wonderful view of your ass.
Watching you naked, separate from myself, existing as another person, gave
me the chills, made the experience seem all the more real.  Like the
silence, total absence of cheesy porn crap or even romantic, heartfelt
music, the distance and the cold breeze on my body affirmed the experience,
making me shiver with lust.  Or maybe I was just cold.
	Either way, you returned to me from the closet, letting me kiss you
again and feel your chest hair tickle my nipples, our cocks dancing between
us, your sweat and saliva and precum dripping on me, you returned with
lubrication.  I sat on my stomach with my legs hanging off the back of the
bed and let you rub it all over my anus.  At first you just covered my
asshole with the stuff, but soon you were tentatively poking the tip of
your finger in, laughing as my anus quivered and closed around your finger.
I closed my eyes as you slid your fingers in and out of my waiting ass,
kissing and sucking it every once in a while.  I waited for you to start
fucking me but you rolled me over instead and kissed me and whispered
'thank you' for letting me fuck you, for letting me suck you, for helping
me with 'this'.  Then, as I lay on my back, you pushed you greased up cock
into my ass and I gasped because it hurt and it hurt every time you
thrusted, smashing your cock into my ass, covering my balls with your pubic
hair, holding on to my thighs for support.  But I wouldn't let you stop
until you hit the very deepest of my insides, till your manly, hairy,
handsome face was contorted in ecstasy and you spent yourself inside of me.
	And, thankfully, that is exactly what happened.  I watch as every
muscle in your body tenses, from your hairy chest to your powerful biceps,
and you quicken your pace because you are so, so close.  I, with my full
grown and beautiful body, am also sweating and tensing, stroking my cock
with both hands.  My body is strong and warm and you basically have
completely control over it as you lose yourself in the ecstasy of it,
shouting and cumming in my ass.  You unload tons and tons of cum into my
ass, so much that it is pouring out onto the bed.
	I watched you grunt and when you seemed to have tired I pulled you
down onto me and then bent down and sucked the rest of the cum out of you.
Your cock was red and hard and very slimy with cum; I was able to suck out
quite a lot more.  And you are breathing hard and laughing under your
breath.  'Your turn' you said, rolling over onto your stomach, searching
for the lube that got tossed somewhere.
	"Man, I'm too tired to fuck you," I said, "Why don't you suck my
dick." You were more than happy to oblige.  I lay back on your large bed
and you grabbed my cock with your hand and sucked on it.  "Go all out," I
said and you did.  You sucked and licked and pretty soon I was fucking your
throat, whether I was too tired or not (not).  I grabbed your head and
pushed you down on my cock over and over, filling the silence briefly with
my moaning.  When I was ready to cum I didn't need to tell you.  You
kneaded my balls roughly and took my cock deeper still and if my cock in
your throat or my pubic hair mashed in your moustache and nostrils bothered
you, you didn't stop.  I came explosively in your mouth and I yelled and
you swallowed my cum spurt after spurt until I was drained dry and even
then you kept sucking on my cock, not letting it become soft, sucking until
you got one last half orgasm out of me, a half orgasm that was so sweet
that afterwards I pulled you up to my lips and kissed you, then massaged
you, and then nuzzled you until you fell asleep smiling like a kid, you--a
grown man, sleeping on my chest, smiling like a boy.  Soon after, I feel
asleep.
	In the middle of the night the bathroom light woke me up; you had
gotten up to take that forgotten piss.  You were naked save your socks,
standing sleepily in front of the toilet holding your cock.  I came up and
slapped your hairy ass, scaring you.  "You need help?" I asked, kissing
your neck. I grabbed your cock and your hands from behind and this time you
took your hands away, letting me aim as I pleased as you tousled my hair,
reaching over your head.  Soon enough I felt the insides of your cock begin
to flow, and stream of piss headed straight for the bowl.  Your piss was
loud as it hit the water, and it reminded me of the silence, of the
distance.  Somehow, the silence wasn't so bad anymore, as you laughed when
I shook your cock dry, sprinkling the floor.
	"You smell really good," I said and kissed your cheek and lips. You
kissed back.  "But you better move," I said, "or I'm gonna piss all down
your legs."  You laughed and punched me in the bladder.  You are really
going to pay.


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