Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2010 12:07:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ray Dukes <greyez44@yahoo.com>
Subject: my little corner of paradise

The following story is fiction.  The people in it do not exist to my
knowledge, and if they do it is purely a coincidence.  Also the following
story is copy written therefore if you would like to place it elsewhere
then please ask.  If it illegal to read this because of you're age or
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My little corner of paradise
Chp. 1


	"Oh my god how much more can go wrong today," I thought as yet
again I was trying to reboot windows.  I had been at this for too long
today already.  But, then again that is what I get for trying to get this
done before my weekly date with Cindy.  Cindy has been my best friend since
7th grade.  Then she was the fat girl, the loser but I was always with
her.  In 10th grade she blossomed into a beautiful auburn haired beauty
that everyone wanted to be with but she had eyes for only me.  One night we
went out to he movies and she spilled her heart out to me, just for me to
tell her that she didn't have the right equipment.  She then told me she
had already figured that out, but just wanted to make sure.  Basically she
never batted an eye and we went on being best friend to this day.  We give
each other advice on guys, and clothes just like girlfriends.  The one
thing we swore we would never do is try to share a guy.  If she broke with
a guy I would not make a move on him.  I have been with several "straight"
guys and let me tell you they are the best.  They seem so needy, but really
hot and thankful.  It's like give em a couple of drinks and they are ready
to go.

	Anyway, Cindy and I have been doing Tuesday dinner since we got out
of high school and for some reason I took a job that had to be done
Tuesday.  Here I am 23, living alone, not bad looking if I do say so
myself.  I am far from being Fabio, but I not the Hunchback either.
Premature salt and pepper hair, stache and goatee, pretty hairy 36 inch
waist and an average cut cock.  Cindy once describe me as the boy next door
that anyone would fuck.  I in turn told her that I don't want to be fucked
I want to be made love to.

	But, here it is Tuesday and I know I will not make it to dinner so
I called and explained why, money first.  Though I really didn't have to
work unless I wanted to thanks to a trust fund my grand-parents had set up
for me.  But, I like computers and dealing with them so I attempt to fix
them for people who don't know what to do, and I do it cheaply.  Really it
is just a hobby.  But, this computer is for the guy down the hall who I
would love fix anything he had.  Roughly my height of 6' sandy blonde hair,
not really muscular but a tight body, and hairy.  Damn I love a hairy guy.
Ron told me he would be here around 7 to see if I got it fixed.

	At 6:45 here I finally got it to running right, and I just couldn't
help myself I check the my personal folders.  I couldn't believe what I was
seeing, pictures of works of art.  I was hoping to find some porn, but no
such luck.  About then the doorbell rang.

"Hey Ron, come on in." I told the Adonis at the door.

"Thanks, did you have any luck with her?"  he asked.

"Actually, I did.  I had to totally reload windows but didn't format so you
didn't loose anything you might have had saved on there."  I didn't want to
tell him I went looking for anything on it.

"Ah, kewl dude.  So how much do I owe ya?"

"Well, I might have to make this a little steeper than I first thought.
What say 45.00, and you stay for a drink?'

"Sure, but you told me 50.00.  But if I can save a little that is awesome
too."

"No prob, so what's you're poison?"

	After him taking his computer to his apartment, we sat there had a
couple of drinks and just talked about first one thing then another.  After
the second drink I was feeling really good, or really foolish cause I knew
if we sat there through another drink or two I would be trying to get his
dick in me.  I know that probably makes me sound like a real cock whore or
something, but I know what I like.  I got up to make us another drink
apiece when he asked to use the restroom.  I was already sitting when he
got back and before he could say anything it was then that I remembered my
porn mags in the bathroom.  "OH great I thought, he will surely leave now,
after he calls me a queer or worse beats me up."

He sat down at took his drink to his lips then stopped.  "Lynn, ya know, I
was just wondering how would you like to go camping sometime?"

"Do what...oh ...er...camping...ah ...sure."  That was so totally not what
I expected to come out of his mouth.  Hell, he had to have seen the mags,
now what was he up to.

"Great, I love to go camping and fishing."

	So we sat there and made plans to go camping that following
weekend.  I lost count on how much we drank and the time till I looked at
the clock and it was almost 4 AM.  At which point Ron looked also and said
it was about time for him to hit the hay and got up and started toward the
door.  I walked to the door behind him admiring his ass in those Levis of
his.  "Well neighbor, thanks for everything," Ron said, "By the way, nice
magazines."  With that he gave me a peck on the lips and was gone.  I was
totally stupefied and didn't know what to think or do.  Here was this god
that I had let out of my apartment that apparently now knows that I am gay
and hell he must be too.  All I could do was watch him leave.  You stupid
fag, I told myself, why did you let him leave.  It took me a few minutes to
run it through my head what had happened.  I was thinking he would act
differently by seeing the porn mags, but instead he wanted to go camping
now.  Hell, I busted a nut twice hard that night thinking about it.

	The next afternoon I was busy with yet another computer listening
for Ron to come home and I was only half way paying any attention to what I
was doing when I heard the elevator door.  Not trying to seem like I was
waiting for him to come home I had a bag of trash waiting at the door to
take out.  {Tell me readers, have you not done something totally silly to
get next to THE guy you want.} What I saw when I opened the door felt like
a knife going right through my soul, there was Ron the main topic of many
frenzied jack-off fantasies, and a shapely little blonde number.  Hell her
bra size had to be bigger than her I Q.  I was sick, hell maybe I did
totally misread things last night, but he was the one that said nice mags
and kissed me.  Now what the fuck?

"Oh hey Lynn, this is Cheryl."

"Er...hi...ah...Cheryl."

"Hey...ah, bout this weekend, I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it.
Maybe some other time."

"Oh...ah...but...er...sure."

And, off they walked with her hand on the ass I wanted to sit on my face
right before I fucked it.  "You god dammed fucking prick tease shit." I
silently yelled at him.  I took the trash down to the incinerator and the
tears started before I got back to my apartment.  I spent the next couple
of hours trying to get drunk.  I called Cindy and yapped about all my
problems to her, and she did her best to console me.  Hell maybe I wanted
to much in wanting him, maybe he was just out of my league or confused.
Whatever it was, I would not put myself out there again.

	The next couple of days went by uneventfully, and I didn't run into
Ron at all.  I tried to keep my lights out as much as possible when I knew
he was home.  I wanted some kind of explanation, then again he don't owe me
anything.  Hell a few drink does not a relationship make.  Get over
yourself Lynn.  So here it is Friday and nothing in the order of prospects
do I have.  I decided to go to the local gay bar and hope to get lucky, but
thing really don't start hoping till around 11:30.  So I took a long hot
bath to relax and got dressed.  I was about to go out the door when the
bell rang.

"Cindy, I told you I'm going out." I was saying as I was opening the door.
I really didn't expect to see Ron standing there with a bottle of bourbon.

"Well since I'm surely not Cindy, can I come in or should I just leave so
you can go out?"  "I'm not putting myself out there again to be hurt," I
thought, "Sure come on in, where's your little blonde groupie, past her
bedtime?" I still don't know why I said that.

"I thought that was why you were avoiding me.  Her name is Cheryl and she
is somewhere trying to find the meaning of life."

"I haven't been avoi...okay so I was.  What the hell did you expect me to
think?  Nice mags, a kiss on the lips..."

"Lynn, I can explain if you'll give me a chance." He said that with a lot
of conviction so sure why not.

"I get it, you're one of those who like to toy with a gay guys emotions and
then laugh your ass off."

"Lynn, its not like that.  How bout we have a drink and I'll tell ya whats
up."

Like the dumbass I felt like, I made the drinks and we sat down on the
couch to talk.  He explained to me that he didn't know what he was feeling
the other night.  The main reason he stayed was to try something with me
but lost his nerve.

"Anyway the camping was a spur of the moment thing to ask.  After I saw the
magazines all I wanted to do was make love to you right then, and lost my
nerve."

"To be honest, after another drink I would have tried to get in your
pants."

"Well how bout another, Lynn I am new to this but I am now certain this is
what I want."

"So I am just a rebound after Cheryl."

"We didn't do anything, I couldn't.  Every time I looked at her all I saw
was you."

As I brought two new drinks back, "Ron, don't fuck with my emotions just to
get your rocks dude."

Ron then grabbed me and planted one hell of a kiss on me.  I mean open
mouthed, tongue action, deep hot kiss.  "For a guy, you're an excellent
kisser.  Just remember Lynn, I've never done this before.

We finished our drinks talking, touching, staring, and wanting.  There was
so much sexual tension in the room the air felt heavy.  He got up and made
two more drinks and we took them to the bedroom.  "Okay Ron only if you're
sure."

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, I want you."

I helped Ron out of his clothes with a lot of kissing and touching and had
him lay down on his stomach.  I then straddled him and started to massage
his neck and shoulders.  I worked slowly down his back kneading his sexy
body and kissing my way down behind my hands.  When I got to his ass I
stopped and went to his feet and slowly worked my was up both legs
massaging and kissing and licking him.  Ron was moaning and telling me how
good it felt, that he never thought it would feel like that.  Again I
stopped at his upper thighs and had him turn over, I knew if I went for his
ass right then this would be over way too quick.

With Ron on his back I started at his temples and worked slowly over his
face, his neck, both arms and his torso.  I stopped when I got to his
throbbing dick.  I could tell from the leakage he was really getting into
this.  Then to his feet and up his legs.  There was nothing on his body,
except for his ass dick and ball, that I had not massaged, kissed, and
licked.  I had him turn over again to his stomach.  Then I went to the ass,
I grabbed his cheeks and went to work.  I massaged his cheeks and slowly
ran my tongue down his crack till I got to the prize and then I blew on it,
then kissed it, and started to tongue it.  When I did this I thought he was
gonna jump off the bed.  His moaning turned to sheer animal heat sounds and
he stuck his ass more in the air for me to get to it.

After a good while of driving him mad I had him turn over again to his
back.  Then I started at his balls fist licking them, then sucking each of
them before I sucked them both into my mouth.  Ron had long since forgotten
how to speak, all he could do was groan with the new animal sounds emitting
from his sexy mouth.  I never one time allowed him to touch his leaky
throbbing cock.  To be honest I was a bit surprised he wasn't some kind of
monster dick, but at the same time I have never been a size queen so it
really didn't matter to me.  Like one of my aunts used to say, I would
rather hunch for it than back away from it.  His dick was about 6.5 and cut
but it was the most beautiful piece of man dick I had ever seen.

Slowly I licked up the shaft of it, and circled the head slowly, and
getting a good taste of pre cum since it was almost coming out like a
river.  The animal sounds Ron was making was getting more intense when I
touched the slit with my tongue.  In one swift movement I took the entire
length into my mouth.

Ron yelled out, "Fuck...oh...shit...cumming...oh...fuck...take it...fuck
yea...eat my cum."

And eat it I did, he came so much some did come out but I licked up every
drop I could get.  That was the sweetest cum I have ever had.  "Well, I
think you enjoyed your first time."

"Lynn, I didn't mean to say those things, I was just..."

"Don't worry about it, I kinda liked it."  "Well how about you?  Don't you
wanna."

"Don't worry about me right this minute, we've got plenty of time."


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