Date: Sat, 17 Jul 1999 03:58:31 PDT
From: joe smith <makpike@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jake & I in Wheat Field

The characters portrayed do not always practice safe sex. If this is not to
your liking, please read no further. If it is, then relax, unzip and enjoy!

I had such a good dream last night. It started with me taking a hot shower
with a guy.  I somehow knew that his name was Jake.  I was standing in
front of him and he was washing my body.  He was using his strong hands to
massage the front of my body.  Every touch from him was pleasure.  He
rubbed my chest firmly with the soap he had in his left hand.  With his
right hand he made a circular motion on my abs.  He put down the soap and
hugged me tightly, the water cascading down from our entwined frames.  I
could feel his whole body, pressed to the back of mine, emanating heat.
His dick was semi-hard and was pressed to the small of my back, just above
my ass.  He put his head on my sholder and I leaned my head against his.  I
wrapped my hands back around his waist and we stood like this for five or
ten minutes.  I felt so safe and peaceful.

Then the scenery changed to the road.  We were going 70 down the interstate
in the middle of farmland.  I would guess Illinois.  He was driving and we
both had our seatbelts on.  He put his right hand in my lap and I picked it
up and began rubbing it with my hands.  I brought it up to my lips and
kissed it, keeping my lips pressed to it a few more seconds.  I told him
how cute he looked with his sunglasses on.  The wind was blowing his
t-shirt up enough for me to get a glance at his tight abs.  He had short
hair pretty much all over his body.  His chest hair was evenly spread out,
about the same length all over his pecs.  The hair got thicker toward the
center of his stomach, making a more concentrated happy trail that went
down into his boxers.  He wasn't wearing any shorts but the hole of his
boxers' front was buttoned up with a single button.  I let go of his hand
after kissing it again and put my left hand on the front of his boxers.  I
could feel his cock get a bit harder under my hand.  Jake's eyes closed a
little.  I told him to pull over because I didn't want to distract him from
driving and yet we both knew we wanted the same thing.  So it was pretty
much a collective decision.

He pulled over on the left, on the edge of a wheat field.  I took a blanket
from the trunk and laid it down under a tall oak tree.  The wheat was
growing on both sides of the tree so no one going down the highway could
see us.  And besides, there weren't any cars going by.  I took his hand and
led him over to the shade under the tree.  I sat down, spreading my legs to
stretch after the car ride.  I motioned for him to sit down between my
legs.  Putting my hands on his broad shoulders, I pressed down gently on
both sides of his neck with my thumbs.  I moved my thumbs up and down,
eliciting quiet, deep lion-like groans from Jake.  He was a pretty big guy
but now he was under my control.  I pulled his shirt up and he helped me
take it off.  Now it was just my skin against his.  I continued rubbing his
shoulders, now using my whole hands.  His neck and shoulder muscles relaxed
under my touch and he breathed slowly in and out.  His body heat felt good
on my hands.  He looked and sounded like a satisfied jungle beast after his
meal.  His eyes blinked slowly as the autumn breeze blew over us and
rustled the yellow leaves on the big branches above.  I laid back and
pulled him back on top of me.  His head was now on my chest.  He put his
ear on my left pec, listening to my heart.  It must have been beating slow
because I felt so relaxed.  It was just like the time in the shower.  I
rubbed his stomach and then let my hand wander down into his shorts.  I
took his soft dick into my hand and felt the soft, smooth head.  I ran my
fingers over it one by one.  Jake's breathing began to speed up and so did
his heartbeat.  I rubbed his abs with one hand and his tool with the other.
He started softly moaning; he didn't want me to stop so I kept going.  I
slipped his shorts and boxers down in one smooth motion.  I smiled as I
looked into his brown eyes.  He was such a studpup.  He looked so innocent
and yet I knew the kinds of thoughts that were in his head right about now.
Not wanting to be unfair, I took my shorts and boxers off too so that we
would both be wearing the same thing: nothing.  Jake knew I loved the feel
of his fuckstick so he let me rub it whenever I felt like it.  I was so
comfortable when I was with him.  He never judged me and was always
supportive.  I talked to him about everything from movies to sex positions
to philosophy.  He was the only person in front of whom I can be naked and
not self-conscious at the same time.

I licked my index and middle fingers and went back to massaging his dick.
His breathing was getting all broken up.  I knew this meant he was either
really really scared or turned on.  And I did not see anything
fear-inspiring so I assumed the latter.  I rubbed his dick, making it wet
with my saliva.  I felt like this was the moment.  Jake and I had never
fucked before, just jacked off, and the atmosphere was perfect to take that
next step.  Having spoken with Jake, I found out that we were both virgins
and so I decided to go without a condom.  It may have been a poor choice
but I trusted him so much.

I couldn't not trust him after looking into his eyes.  They were deep
brown.  Many times we would sit down on the floor, facing each other, and
look into each other's eyes.  Our foreheads would be pressed together and
our arms would be on each other's shoulders.  I felt really close to him, a
feeling of deep understanding.

I told him that this was the moment we had awaited.  He nodded his head in
silent understanding and agreement.  The only words that came out of his
mouth were, "Don't worry, man.  Just relax and don't worry about a thing.
I would never hurt you, you know that.  I'm an expert in working all of my
muscles."  He grinned, locking eyes with me and I knew that he was meant to
be the ONE.  He rolled up another blanket he had brought from the car.  He
then lifted me with the ease of a weightlifter and put me back down on the
ground so that my butt was slightly off the ground propped up by the folded
blanket.  We were both completely naked but with Jake I was feeling
comfortable.  He bent my legs up to my chest and got on all fours facing
me.  His head was down at my hip-level.  He lowered his face down closer to
my asshole with his tongue sticking out.  As he flicked his pink tongue
across my hole I felt a tingle run up my spine to my brain where the
pleasure registered and then ran back down to my dick.  I got rock-hard in
seconds with the beautiful view of Jake in all his glory licking my ass.
He put his arms on my sides and moved them up and down, the warmth spread
from his brawny hands to my body.  I could have stayed like this for quite
a while but Jake was real horny and wanted the prize he had in his sights.
He licked three of his fingers and placed them at the entrance to my chute.
I was ready for him and I knew he would not ever hurt me.  I pushed out,
opening my asshole as much as I could.  He seized the opportunity, pressing
firmly until his fingers were in all the way.  He looked into my eyes and
began moving his three grouped fingers around in small circles.  He then
slipped them out slowly and licked them again, sticking them in to the
hilt.  The feeling was great.  He was taking all the necessary precautions
to prevent any pain.  I looked up at him and nodded again, letting him know
that I was as ready.  The sight of his dick next to my ass and his built,
tan body was nearly too much.  His pecs were shining with sweat as he
flexed, smiling at me.  I loved to see him pull his weight-building moves.
His dick head was glistening with pre-cum.  He pressed it up to my asshole
but didn't push it in yet.  He let me adjust to the hot, rubbery feeling of
his cock head on my asshole.  He was always so considerate in every way.  I
loved that about him.  A few minutes had passed before he moved further. .
I was expecting some unpleasant sensation which everyone says occurs when
someone stuffs his tool up you for the first time.  But there was nothing
like that at all.  Jake had this extremely loving and concerned expression
on his face as he pushed his dick head in.  Because both my hole and his
stick were well lubricated, his dick popped into my hole with no pain
whatsoever.  He had prepared me very well with his tongue and I had rubbed
his cock well with my spit.  He was now in about halfway.  His dick was six
and a half inches and there were three and a half to go.  I knew his dick
head would be the hardest part to take because it was fatter than his shaft
but that part was already over and it didn't hurt at all.  I pulled him
down and kissed him passionately on the lips, momentarilly forgetting that
his shaft was pressed in my ass.  I relaxed my ass muscles for a second and
before I knew what had happened I felt his pubic hair brush against my hole
while our lips were still locked.  I was surprised but I didn't break the
kiss.  Our tongues, having met halfway into my mouth, were now wrestling.
Hey, we were still guys, gay or not gay and the spirit of competition was
there.  Still with his cock up my butt, I flipped over and somehow ended up
on top of him.  He was lying face up and I was sitting, impaled on his
hard, thick, blood-filled fuck rod.  There was no better position that I
could think of.  He knew I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.  I moved up
on his shaft and then sat back down.  I started going up and down using
short movements, getting used to the feeling of his dick sliding back and
forth inside me.  He was getting into it as well.  His hips went into a
circular grinding motion which he coordinated with my up and down thrusts.
He increased the stroke length, going from short thrusts to full, long
strokes.  On the up stroke his head came completely out of my asshole and
on the down stroke he got in completely to the hilt.  We were riding
smoothly.  I had been nervous a few days before, fearing there would be
blood or discomfort when we fucked for the first time but it was smooth
sailing for the both of us ever since the beginning. There was nothing
short of perfection.  We kept at it for what felt like a half an hour.  We
were going slow.  The sex speed was just right so that I didn't lose my
erection and the stimulation was great and yet we weren't at this lightning
speed that you reach right before you cum.  I traced the back of my hand
starting from his chin, down his neck, over his inflating and deflating
chest, down his moderately hairy body to the happy trail on his abs.  Then
I put my palm on the side of his butt cheek.  His rhythm felt great.  His
whole body was in an undulating motion that began from his dick.  The walls
of my chute were becoming warmer and warmer partially due to the friction
and partially to the heat of Jake's hard tool which was seeminly rising
every minute.  His strokes became noticeably faster, yet retaining their
length.  Still pumping all the way out and then all the way into my
asshole, he speeded up.  His eyes were closed and his mouth was half-open.
His head was tilted back and he had a look of pure concentration on his
face.  I put my hands on his chest.  His heart was beating pretty fast and
I could tell he was excited.  He bit on his bottom lip and concentrated on
fucking me faster.  He must have been going at a hundred fifty strokes a
minute.  His dick was moving across my prostate faster and faster and I
knew this pleasure was going to end any minute.  I had decided that such a
great exercise deserved an equally great conclusion.  I started tightening
my ass muscles on every down stroke, getting him closer and closer to the
end.  I said to him that we should go for it.  He bucked as fast as he
could all the while I flexed my ass.  When I knew that he was at the peak,
I flexed my hole as tightly as I could, squeezing his cock just below the
helmet, making the feeling last precious moments longer.

He growled like a beast and I pushed down right below his stomach where his
pubic hair was thickest.  That must have done the trick because I felt the
inside of my tunnel turn scalding hot.  I felt the cum shooting out of his
tool into my receiving end.  I fell forward onto his hot, sweaty pecs.  I
put my ear on the left pec to listen to his heart slow down from a dance
beat to a crawling near-halt.  We fell asleep in each other's arms.