From: an10649@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an10649@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 16 Oct 1993 00:09:25 UTC
Subject: STORY: Our Anniversary
The following is a fantasy I wrote 'specially for my lover, and
I hope you enjoy it as much as he did! 8) It involves relations between
adult males. If this offends you, simply don't read it.
I ask for feedback from you concerning punctuation, parts you liked a
lot, parts you didn't like, etc. Also, should I continue writing and
posting fiction as such or give it up and go home? I will ignore all
flames concerning the nature of the intimate relations.
Thanks in advance.
Me
Our Anniversary
Your phonemail states only that I will pick you up at your apartment
at 6:00. I tell you that you should make plans to be gone for the weekend,
and that you should worry about nothing, but to be dressed casually when I
arrive.
I arrive on time, and knock gently on your door. You open it with a
flourish, and smile warmly. I step in, acknowledging the unspoken greeting.
I am dressed in guess jeans, with a striped button down shirt, unbuttoned
one button. I am thrilled to see you, and as the door swings shut, I take you
in my arms. You are surprised at my forcefulness, but you respond
positively to my kiss, opening your mouth for my tongue. I probe softly
against your lips, and then touch your teeth before withdrawing.
You hold me for a moment longer. I can smell your cologne. Drakkar,
of course, mine as well, but on you it is different, manly, sexy. You are
dressed in 501's, with a polo shirt on, vertically striped. I massage your
back through the material as I hold you, and feel your strong muscles, your
taught skin. Then we release one another.
I ask you if you are ready to go, and you respond positively, asking
what's on the agenda. I reply that you will find out later, and to just go
along with everything. I smile at you, thinking of the fun we will have this
weekend, and I take your hand pulling you out the door. You turn off the
radio and the lights on the way out, pulling the door shut and locking it.
We get down to the street, and leave the building to get into the taxi I
have waiting on the street. I tell the driver to take us to the airport, and
you look at me with surprise. I put my arm around you, and pull you close to
me, burying my head in your hair, breathing deeply. I tell you that I have
the whole weekend planned, just to trust me. I tell you how much I love
you, and you look into my eyes and smile.
I get lost in your beautiful brown eyes for a moment. Infinity draws
me in. I can see and feel our love buried deep within your gorgeous eyes. I
breathe softly, and follow the line of your mouth to your chin. I follow it to
your soft neck, and then look down further at your body. I think of how
lucky I am to have such a beautiful man to call my own. I think back to the
first day I met you, exactly five years ago this week while we were both still
in college. You are the only man I have ever loved, the only man I was ever
destined to love. I thank the fates for my luck in this life.
Time flies rather quickly as I look at you, and you look back. Several
words pass, but they are just to fill in the silence of our love. We both know
what we want to say, what is both unnecessary and essential, and you take
my hand and hold it saying it all. I squeeze softly to show my love, and the
cab comes to a halt outside the airport. You squeeze back and release my
hand. The cool evening breeze of Florida in February brushes against my
neck, and I step closer to you and wonder if I shouldn't have brought a
jacket. That's all forgotten as we get into the airport though, and begin
moving away from the passenger terminals towards the charter planes wing.
I tell you to wait a moment, and I go to a small counter and have a
discussion with the clerk. She smiles broadly at me, and I can feel your
jealousy across the distance. It comforts me, as I make the final
arrangements. I come back to you, and pat you on the shoulder in the
direction we are supposed to travel. After arriving through all of the
terminals and procedures, we finally board a small jet.
We seat ourselves in the comfortable seats provided, and wait for
takeoff, just the two of us. I gently rub your thigh in the seat next to me,
and you turn and smile at me. Soon the plane takes off, and we unbuckle
our seatbelts. There is a small table in the center of the compartment, and
an attendant soon comes to our service. We are seated, and she serves us a
nice meal on board the plane. Over dinner I explain that we are going to
Greece for the weekend, to enjoy our time away, and most of all, to enjoy
each other over our five year anniversary.
The attendant brings us a bottle of chilled champagne, and two
glasses, and leaves us alone. We sit down on a small couch, you at one end,
and me in the middle, near you. You romantically toast to the rest of our
lives, to our love, to infinity, and we drink deeply, believing in the unity of
our lives, bodies and souls. I lay down, placing my head into your lap, and
stretch out on the sofa. You play with my hair, and after you finish your
wine, you draw circles on my chest. I sigh and look into your eyes as you
tell me all about your day at work.
* * * * *
We remain in one another's arms until the plane is ready to land.
After getting off the plane and checking our luggage, we go to the car rental
agency, and pick up the jeep that I had reserved. We throw our bags into
the back, and head for the hotel. Soon we arrive, and I pull up to the valet
parking area. They remove our bags from the back, and a cute porter comes
to help us. He smiles at you, virtually ignoring me. Checking in at the desk,
he makes small talk with you, and you flirt (as usual). I know your fidelity
is not to be challenged, but I'm still a bit jealous.
We arrive at our suite, and the porter brings in our bags. You tip him
a bit too generously and he leaves graciously shutting the door behind him.
I smile at you, and look around the small room. Decorated in post-modern
Greek, the room seems to play with the ideas of this city's ancestral
architecture. With small columns along the perimeter of the room, and the
stark white furnishings and walls, the room feels like a Greek Temple of the
Ionic Order. You sigh, and look over to me as I admire the surroundings, and
especially the man here with me.
I walk to you, and take you in my arms. It is just getting dark here,
and you mention going in to take a shower. I tell you that I will join you in a
few minutes, but to get the water hot for me. As we talk, trying to lengthen
the time we are here, together, I unbutton your jeans, and pull your shirt
free of them. I reach up under it, and feel your bare, strong back as I pull
you towards me. I sigh again, and kiss your neck, nibbling toward your ear.
Then, you pull away and start to walk toward the bedroom and bathroom.
I can hear the water in the shower begin as I dial down to the desk
asking for room service. I put down the receiver and walk into the second
room of the suite, carrying our suitcase with me. In the center sits a king
size bed, covered with a white bedspread. Your clothes are discarded in the
otherwise perfect room. Your jeans are on the ground, with your briefs,
seemingly pulled off in one motion. Your shirt is thrown onto the dresser.
I drop our bags gently at the base of the bed, and disrobe as well,
placing my clothes on the dresser next to yours. I step into the bathroom,
and I can feel the steam emanating from the shower stall. I open the smoky
glass door, steamed over, and feel the rush of warmth, and the smell of wet,
clean flesh.
I can barely make out your form as you reach to me, pulling me into
the warm spray. You pull me to your wet body and hug me tight. The warm
water rushes across my back, across your hands, and follows the line of my
body to the floor. You are rubbing my body, and I can smell the soap
already spread around your body.
You release me and reach for the bar of soap. Lathering your hands,
you begin to clean me. I feel your hands on my chest, rubbing the soap into
my pecs, massaging my chest. Your lips meet mine, and you rub across my
shoulders and back as you and I kiss deeply, locked in the grip of our
passion. You massage my lower back, and begin to rub my ass with your
soapy hands. You break the kiss and begin to rub my legs, first my thighs,
then my calves, soaping each and every inch. Then you are rubbing my
hardening cock with your soapy hands. You rub my balls, and clean my
crotch, letting the water run off of my body, cleaning off the soap. You reach
out and kiss the side of my cock before standing up fully.
You set down the soap, and reach for the shampoo. You begin to
lather my head, holding your strong arms over our bodies. I reach for your
sides, pulling you close. Again we kiss, and I caress your side, pulling you
close, letting the water flow over our bodies as you massage my scalpwith
your loving hands. In this moment, we are one, time is infinity, and we exist
absolutely. One body, one spirit, mixed physically with the basic el ements.
Caught up in our passion we knock the bar of soap to the ground and
are snapped back into reality. After you are sure the shampoo is rinsed
from my hair, I squat down and retrieve the soap. I begin at your feet,
gently massaging each foot. I rub my soapy hands in between each toe, and
you react with a giggle, almost having forgotten what the sensation of
ticklishness was. I move up your left leg, and massage your calf, gently
kneading the hard flesh, feeling each muscle. I do the same to the right.
Then I move up to your thigh. I massage the flesh here too. I can feel the
power of your legs as I massage each one. I get to your ass, and soap up
your two cheeks, parting the flesh of your hard ass cheeks, I massage the
soap between them, sliding a soapy finger into your asshole, eliciting a groan
of pleasure from you.
Continuing, I massage your balls, your hardening cock, but I refuse to
bring you all the way up. I use my hands to soap up your pubic hair, and
move to your hard stomach. I massage your stomach and chest, and then
your shoulders. I soap down your left arm, massaging the hardness,
kneading the tense muscles. I follow with your right, rubbing your beautiful
hand, holding your hand in my hands, then moving up your arm back to
your shoulder. I massage your back with my hands, the tight muscles, and
the hard flesh.
I set down the bar of soap, and pick up the shampoo, massaging my
hands into your thick hair from behind. I kiss across your shoulders as I
massage gently, then harder, whispering my love to you.
Too soon, our shower is over, and you turn the water off. I can smell
your clean flesh, still warm, relaxed now. You leave the shower, swinging
the door open, and I follow. You grab a towel, and I approach you from
behind, reaching my arms around you, pulling you to my body again.
I grab a towel, and begin to dry your back, and your arms. I rub your
head, tussling your hair. I turn you around, and pat your chest and stomach
dry, kissing the flesh as I move. I carefully dry your nether regions, then
your legs one at a time. You do the same for me, until we are completely
dry.
As we leave the bathroom to go into the bedroom, you gently grope
my ass with your hand. I catch the in joke, and laugh. You always grab my
ass when we shower together. Your grope is as natural as was my first
unnatural, and we both remember when I told you about it, and how you
said you wished it could have been you, and I told you that you could grab
my ass anytime you wanted. You have never forgotten, and I smile thinking
of how lucky I am to have you.
I flop the suitcase onto the bed, and open it. I pull out a pair of boxers
and pull them on. You watch with a smile. I pull out another pair a nd throw
them to you. You grin and begin to put them on as I walk into the other
room.
The balcony doors are open when I arrive, and I realize that room
service has already been here. I smile and call to you to join me on the
balcony. I step out into the warm air. The sun looks as if it has just set. I
look up into the sky and begin to admire the wondrous stars. There are so
many, all shining bright with our love. Just as you walk onto the patio, I
point to Orion. You smile and step up to me pulling me to you.
We kiss, a small breeze caressing our almost naked bodies. I rub your
soft, hard flesh with my hands, recalling your body, a body I have taken so
much pleasure in memorizing. I move away, uncorking the bottle of wine
that I had delivered. It is a good vintage, 1929. I pour the red liquid into
two glasses, and hand one to you. This time I toast to our lives, present and
past, and how they may always be intertwined, in body, in soul, in spirit.
We clink our glasses, and sip. Then you lead me back into the bedroom,
leaving the balcony doors open, and take my glass, setting them both down.
You take my arm, and fall backwards onto the bed, pulling me onto
you. I reach to your shoulders, and caress them as I plant a kiss on your
lips. I gently kiss each of your closed eyes. I kiss your eyebrows too. Then
I move to your ear. I kiss the lobe, and then lick gently inside, ticklish,
teasing the inside before I begin to suckle gently on the lobe. You moan
very softly, almost inaudibly. I begin to kiss along your strong chin, moving
down your neckline towards your arms. I kiss your shoulders, and your
upper arms. I move your arm away from your side, and kiss your fresh
armpit, licking gently. You shiver slightly.
You close your eyes, and lean your head back on the soft white
bedspread. I can feel your skin begin to pop up with goose bumps, as chills
run up and down your spine. I move to your hardening nipple, and lick it
with the tip of my tongue. I caress the other with my hand as I lick and
then suck gently at the first. They both become considerably harder as I
suck one, then the other, leaving a trail of saliva on your skin between the
two.
I move my hands to your flat stomach, and begin to kiss and lick at
your washboard. I move down farther still, gently licking around your
navel, then dipping my tongue into your bellybutton. Another chill runs up
your spinal column, and you giggle softly.
I pull off your white boxer shorts, sliding them down your hips, over
your already hard member. I smile and look at your beautiful cock, standing
tall and proud, inviting, yet reserved. Your beautiful balls lay below it,
as if
waiting to do their job, to bring you the ultimate in pleasure. I caress your
thighs with my fingertips, gently running them over your soft flesh from the
tops to the insides, adding pressure, spreading them apart.
You comply, moving your legs to the sides, giving me room to do my
work. I kiss the inside of the left thigh, down at your knee, gently, just
whispering my lips across the hot flesh. Then I kiss the other side. Moving
back and up a half inch, I kiss the left again, following to the right.
Meanwhile, I caress your sides and pelvis with my hands, coming close to
your shaft and balls, but never quite reaching it.
I kiss back and forth, moving upwards at an agonizingly slow rate.
You moan softly urging me on, but I don't speed up. Slowly, softly, I move to
position, and blow warmly on your balls. Your cock jumps as it receives the
stream of air as well. I move my mouth right to the head of your cock,
gently holding the shaft with my fingertips, running my fingernails up and
down it's length, teasing you, and move the head into my mouth, still not
touching it. Then, I breathe deeply in, pulling cool air past it, then
releasing
my breath, blasting it with hot air. It seems to swell, and glow brighter
red/purple. I repeat this several times, each time your cock responds
swelling up and growing more impatient.
Then, without warning, I swirl my hot, wet tongue over the head,
licking at the pre-cum juices which have collected in your piss-slit. I lick
again, this time, more heavily, relishing the taste of the man-juice. I move
my head down, engulfing your dick in my mouth. I suck gently at the base,
and pull up, creating a vacuum sensation. You moan loudly, and your cock
seems to jump free of my mouth. I lick the shaft, first at the top, directly
under the head, flicking my tongue across your most sensitive spot, then
licking and sucking all the way down to the base. Then I lick back to the top,
swirling my tongue over the head, and then moving back down.
You moan loudly, impatiently, and I know that you are getting close to
climax. I defocus from your cock, and move towards your balls to give you a
chance to cool down. I lick at your ball sack, lapping at it. I then lick
at each
ball, taking first one in my mouth, thoroughly sucking it, then the other.
Then I blow on your saliva soaked balls, and they seem to shrink from the
cool air. I lick at them some more before I push your thighs up to gain
access to your gateway.
I lick from your balls, across your taint, and begin to work my tongue
towards your asshole. I lick at the skin all around it, making little circles,
making my tongue tease your skin, dancing along, until I reach my goal, and
plunge my tongue deeply into your hole. I jab at your flesh and you respond
with a something other than a moan. A deep grumble from the depths of
your being. I continue licking at sucking at your opening, probing it, then
licking it, then probing it again. My hands fondle your hard cock and balls,
stroking your phallus, gently, but insistently.
I move my tongue against your flesh in a trail from your hole across
your phreneum, caressing your balls and beginning, again, to lick at your hot
love stick. I lick up and down your mast, cleaning the pre-cum from your
head, and tasting you, licking you, sucking you.
We begin to become one unit, feasting on sexual energy. I engulf your
rod with my mouth, licking and sucking with my tongue and lips as I glide
down your tool, and feel my nose in your soft pubic hair. Then I pull up
before thrusting my head down again. You moan, and place your hands on
my head, rubbing my hair, pushing my head down, then pulling it up,
fucking your cock with my mouth.
Soon your urgency is obvious, and I can almost feel your cum swell up
in your balls as if it were mine. You burst and your cum sprays me as you
pull my head up and down. I'm lost in the stream, and as you cum, so do I,
shooting my load onto your legs and my stomach. I swallow several times,
but your cum flows back down your rod, and drips off my lips as well,
mingling with your pubes, white, creamy, musky, sexy.
Too soon, it is over, and your body still shudders slightly as I crawl up,
and lay down next to you on the bed. I place my head on your shoulder, my
arm on your chest. I kiss your smooth chest, and tell you how much I love
you. The breeze blows in from the open balcony doors, the soft bed lights
creating an ethereal glow around us. As we are bathed in the soft golden
glow, we fall asleep in one another's arms.
* * * * *
As consciousness begins to dissipate the mist of my dreams, I feel
your smooth chest under my left hand. You are breathing comfortably, and
we lay in basically the same position as last night. You right arm rests on
my back, holding me to you, and I kiss your shoulder.
The room smells musky, a manly, sexy scent created during our act of
love the previous night. I breathe deeply, smelling you, smelling the room,
my environment. I close my eyes for a moment longer, savoring the sublime
peacefulness of laying in your arms, protected from the foreign, the outside.
A warm breeze lightly touches us from the still open doors of the
balcony. I sigh, and look up to your face. Your strong mouth is open just a
little, and your head is tilted towards me, your chin almost touching my
head. I can see that you have drooled just slightly in your sleep because of
the little spot of wetness on the bedspread. I reach up and trace your
jawline with my finger, feeling the strong bone and taught skin.
You stir gently, my spirit pulling yours from the union of our sleep.
You look down to me and smile, beginning to caress my shoulders, to feel my
back. I smile back, looking into your eyes.
"Good morning, lover," I say.
You smile, and lean down to kiss me. I accept the soft kiss and begin
to rise. I caress your side from below your arm to your pelvis, gently,
smoothly stroking your hard body.
Then I walk towards the bathroom, leaving you on the bed alone. The
water is hot, steam rising from spray, caressing me. I can hear you walk to
the toilet, and I hear your piss splashing harshly against the water. Then I
hear you enter the shower, pulling the door open. I know you are there, but
I don't turn around. You walk up behind me, and put your arms around me,
pulling me tightly against you. I can feel your soft cock against my ass
cheek. I move my hands to your arms, stroking them, gently. Your warm
body feels perfect against mine. I finish rinsing off, and disengage from you,
handing you the soap.
"Help me?" you say hopefully.
"Not this morning, lover," I tease, "We have such big plans ahead
of us." As I open the door, you grab my ass, giggling softly. I dry off
quickly, then brush my teeth, listening to the sound of the water hitting
your skin. You are still showering as I walk into the bedroom, and put on a
pair of boxers, khaki shorts, and a t-shirt. I put on my Birkenstocks to
complete the outfit, and walk towards the balcony to warm up in the sun and
wait for you.
* * * * *
You arrive on the balcony, and we embrace, kissing each other deeply,
our mouths fresh with peppermint. You smile at me, and we look over the
city in daylight. From here, we can see the ocean, and the village, and in the
distance some ruins. We decide to do a little shopping in the city, and then
to head to the ruins, to explore the heart of Greece. The sun is soft and
warm as is our embrace, and all too soon we are closing the balcony doors,
leaving for the city.
We go from shop to shop, from stall to stall in the city, looking at the
wares presented for us. It seems as if we are the only two visitors to this
foreign world. The girls all smile at you, virtually groveling for your
attention, and you dole it out, dutifully smiling at them. I drag you along.
You buy a hat at one of the stalls, I buy a belt at another. All of the wares
seem very nice, but something draws us to the ruins at the outskirts of the
city.
We grab lunch at a small out of the way cafe. It is quite refreshing,
and soon we are ready to set out for the afternoon, an afternoon of
exploration, both of the environment, and of one another. The ruined
temples are awe inspiring, both in construction and in magnitude. Walking
among the still standing columns and walls brings a sense of majesty of
power to this culture that one can't experience vicariously. We explore for
hours, in the warm sun, identifying the Greek orders, walking, running,
chasing, resting. Soon, the afternoon is waning, and we decide to leave
the ruins.
We get in the jeep, and I pull out, but away from the city. I drive
along the beautiful coastline, until we come to a small cove. I pull into the
white sand, and bring the jeep to a halt on the beach. I suggest that we
might go for a swim here, that it was recommended to me at the hotel. You
agree, and we jump out of the vehicle.
The sun is just beginning to set against the background of the ocean,
and the bright oranges, reds and purples light the sky and the sea, the sand
even reflects the beautiful colors as we shuck our clothes, running for the
water's edge. I reach the water first, splashing in, and then diving, pushing
out further.
You are close behind, and soon, you grab my leg, stopping me. We are
out in the deeper part of the sea, and we swim together, splashing, playing,
like children. Our gropes and caresses become more and more suggestive as
we move towards the shore. As the last flames of the sun are swallowed by
the sea, we step up on the shore and fall to the ground, you laying on top
of me.
We are both breathing heavily from our swimming, and the sand feels
very good and very warm against our skin. Your body feels great, laying
against mine, perfect, as if eternity had molded our physicality into one unit,
as if the fates had known we were meant to lay together, two halves of a
whole, never to be parted, never to be separated.
Darkness overtakes us, and soon we are laying without light, like two
souls adrift in the mist of the afterlife, adrift in space, yet connected. I can
feel your hand, drawing pictures on my chest. I can feel you writing words.
Perhaps you write "I love you" or draw a heart, or some other such thing.
What you write isn't important as the fact that you and I are together, one.
We lay like this for what seems like eternity. Perhaps we doze,
goodness knows that we were busy enough today to be tired. A small breeze
begins to flow over our bodies. The breeze isn't warm, isn't cold, but seems
to cover us like a blanket. The heat rises from the sand, into our bodies,
warming us. I rub your back with my hand. We fall into a kiss. It lasts a
minute or an hour, I can't tell, but for that moment, that period, I
feel closer to you than ever before.
I whisper that I love you. You say you know. Then we are silent for a
moment, pensive. Totally relaxed. You look into my eyes, and I gaze back.
You tell me that you want me to make love to you. I tell you yes, perfect.
We move from the emotional love we always share to the physical love
that drives us to one another.
You kiss me again. Then you nibble on my ear, rubbing my shoulders.
You begin to kiss and lick across my neck, stopping to service my nipples as
well and then, farther. You kiss my navel, licking my stomach. I can feel
you take my dick into your mouth. The hot, warm, wet feeling is very good,
and immediately, I'm hard. You continue to service me now licking my cock,
my head, my shaft, then my balls. I move you around so that I can reach
your dick as well. I take it into my mouth, and try to give you some
pleasure as well. Soon, I am licking your asshole, rimming you, gently
sucking at that rosy piece of your flesh.
You moan, and so do I, almost at the same time, filled with the same
ecstasy. I place my finger against your hole as I begin to take your cock
again. You continue to lick my balls, my cock, my thighs. I feel you going all
the way down, sucking my cock to the root, and then breathing. The air
moving in and out is tremendous. Then you begin to hum. I have never felt
anything like it in my life. The vibrations from your vocal chords, and the
simultaneous sound from the essence of your being virtually cause me to
shoot right there. You continue, changing pitch and frequency, and shivers
run up and down my spine continually.
You bring me right to the edge, and then you stop. You move,
disengaging yourself from my mouth. I lean up and kiss your departing
member as I pull my finger out of your ass. You squat down over me, and I
feel you positioning my cock at your asshole. I look towards your eyes.
"Are you sure?" I whisper.
"Yes"
The one word gives me all the assurance that I need. I can feel my
cockhead at your door, and you push down slightly. The pressure is as
intense as the pleasure as I slide into your hole. Impossibly tight, my cock
slides in and out, as you pump yourself up and down. I reach for your cock,
and begin to stroke it, playing with your balls. I pump it as fast as you move
on mine. My mind is overloading with all of the sensory input, still not
having recovered from your humming. All I can think of is the awesome
pleasure I am receiving and how much I love the man I receive it from.
I can feel myself rising to a peak. I can feel you rising to a peak as
well. You arrive first, and spray your cum onto me. I open my mouth, but I
miss with my aim, and the first string lands on my cheek and chest. As you
come, your ass muscles begin to convulse with each spurt, pushing me over
the edge right after you, and I shoot my love juices deep into your being.
You spray all over my chest and hands, and we both finish at
approximately the same moment. Once again you fall onto me, your come
gluing our bodies together forever. We sigh together. You tell me you love
me and I tell you the same. I say thank you. You respond in kind. We kiss,
and you lick your cum from my chin and neck before resting your head on
my chest. My cock slowly softens and withdraws from your ass. You
straddle me, laying on top of me. We breathe as one, falling asleep there, on
the beach, the warm sand around us, our hot bodies melding into one, joining
our souls on the ethereal plane.
* * * * *