From: squeeze@squeeze.seanet.com (SqueezeME)
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Subject: A story...M/M
Date: Thu, 2 Nov 1995 06:46:50 GMT
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This man was not a man I worked with, a man that I just saw
around, but a man that worked for another company in the same
building.  I would usually see him running off to lunch with
one of the girls from the buidling, and we would usually catch
each other's eyes in the hallway, on the elevator, and through
the window of his office as I was off to one of my appointed
rounds.

He had classically beautiful features, smooth, blemish free
skin, deep greens eyes with the sparkle of someone vibrant and
alive, deep black, shiny hair, and full perfectly formed lips.
He was about my height, 5'9" or so, and probably weighed about
165 or so.  I could tell from the cut of his pants, the shape
of his body under his normally oversized clothes that he was
covering a very well built, muscular body.  I had always
wanted to talk to him, but was shy, so I would say hello, or
nod my head and go off to wherever I was headed at the time.

One day, he started a conversation with me, and I was a little
frightened at first.  We chatted about little nothings for a
little while walking outside.  Him going to lunch, and I just
stepping out to have a cigarette.  After a short time, of
feeling like I wanted to run and get away, we had begun
talking like we had known each other for years.  The
conversation was lively, and comfortable.  Luckily, my office
was flexible, as we talked for well over my normal break time.
I began excusing myself to return to work, when he suggested
going for a drive after work.  We decided that tonite would be
a good night for that, it was hot, it was a Friday, what the
heck.

I worked a couple of hours later than he did, so I ran home
during my lunch hour and grabbed a bag with a change of
clothes, would hate to stay in work clothes all that time.
Just had to get out of that tie at the end of the week.  His
name was Rick, and the name rang through my mind throughout
the rest of the day.  I was getting excited about our getting
together.  Afterall, we had been playing at this for nearly
six months before finally talking.

Rick came by the office at the time I was getting off.  I had
already changed, one of the nice things about being the one to
close the place.  We met in the hallway outside my office and
took the elevator down to the parking garage.  He was driving
one of those old Ramblers, with a convertable top.  It was
actually quite nice, clean, and had been reupholstered.

We talked for a while, and decided to drive out to beach, just
for the heck of it.  I didn't have anyone to worry about at
home, so off to the beach it was.  We took the ferry across to
get at a beach that he had known about for some time.  I had
never been there, so what the heck.  We talked about our
backgrounds, what we did at work, the people at work, and the
general stuff.  All the while over we never mentioned a thing
about what we were really wanting from each other, but that
was okay with me.  The time will come.

It was nearly 9o'clock when we got to the beach, and were
treated to a fabulous sunset over the ocean.  I was
comfortable, talking, and sometimes just quietly looking at
each other.  Meeting him like this turned me on, he was kind,
vulnerable, and it made it easy to fantasize about him.

During the next couple of hours we had talked about everything
that we could talk about, except sex of course, that subject
was left out.  Nervousness, I don't know.

I said, "Rick, it is getting late, we don't have to work
tomorrow, why don't we stay over at one of those bed and
breakfast places." He said, "Fuck tomorrow, let's make it a
weekend, I haven't stayed away from that place for a long
time."

After that was decided, we decided to put down the seats in
the car and just kick back, look at the stars and continued
talking, not worrying that much about a reservation.  I asked
about that and he told me, "Bob, you worry too fuckin' much!"
With that he start punching me in my left arm and grabbin my
neck. I couldn't believe this......wrestling in his
car..........he managed to get me in a twisted headscissors.
He was squeezing my neck with his muscular legs, and it was
hurting a little but the view I had was worth the pain as my
face ended up right in his crotch. He was sayin "Well Bob,
what do ya say now..." he asked punctuating with a tight
squeeze, "ya gonna stop worrying or what?"

I was getting hot as hell as I had my hands on his legs trying
to get some leverage to break loose. With my head so close to
his crotch, I smelt his sweat and got harder knowing I was
smelling his cock. I couldn't believe this beautiful jock
having me in such a headscissors.  Looking into the bulge in
his shorts I knew he was excited by my breathing. I started to
take advantage of the position by letting myself "accidently"
touch his cock.  To my surprise he didn't really mind my
brushing across it.  This time I thought I'd stop my hand
directly on it as though I didn't know where my hand was.  As
I got closer to his crotch, I felt a hard-on. HIS HARD-ON. I
lost control for a second and let my hand stop on it, then
fold around it. For a moment he froze.  He didn't move a
muscle.  His legs were still squeezing me real hard, and they
seemed to lock around my neck when I touched his cock.  Yet I
heard him breathe heavier that second.  Then suddenly he began
to squeeze harder and harder, "So you are a faggot, huh?"
bearing down hard on my neck.  I still had my hands on his
legs trying to get out of the muscle vise that had me
trapped.  He squeezed my neck real hard, the strength of his
surprisingly muscular legs were everything that I though they
would be..."You can give me a blow job right here, can't..."
he continued bearing down on my neck, it was beginning to
hurt,..."you  Bob?"  His voice changed as he said that,
pressuring my neck in the front seat of his car.  I pressed on
his thick, muscular thighs, with no avail, feeling trapped, at
his mercy.  "I asked you a question" he punctuated with an
even tighter squeeze.

He loosened his thighs around my neck for a moment, "If I
were, it would solve both of our problems."  He began
squeezing my neck even harder than before, feeling the heat
of the muscles in his thighs, and the hair against my skin.
I was beginning to feel the strength, and was beginning to
get worried, but he loosened again, and began to release me
from his legs.  "I'm sorry, Bob, I didn't mean to squeeze so
hard, why didn't you tell me?"

"How could I tell you, you kept changing the subject.  Besides
you were alway chasing after the girls at work.  It's true, it
would solve both of our problems", looking quickly at my
crotch as I sat up, and at his.  He pondered for a moment, and
I took the initiative.  "We've put down the seats of the car,
I can show you that it can be quite pleasant."  Luckily, his
car was an older one, and the seats were nearly flat, and the
size of a full size bed.  Couldn't have been better.  The area
we were in, was deserted, shrouded on one side with trees, and
only one small dirt road into it, because it was accessed
through his great uncle's property.

I began to move towards him and guide him into a position that
I like, and began stroking the thighs that had me trapped,
squeezing me, and getting me horny and ready for more.  I
slowly stroked and massaged his legs with my hands, and worked
up, and up to the shorts covering his member that was standing
at full attention under the cloth.  He looked at me guilty
with a glance, "Don't worry, Rick, if I hadn't wanted to do
this, I never would have gotten into the car....now relax", I
calmed as I reached for his crotch, and took it into my hands.

The feel of the warmed cotten and the firm flesh underneath
moved me into a mode of sex without a doubt.  The man that I
had watched at work so many times, was now allowing me to show
him the best of times with my hands, arms, legs, and tongue
and mouth.

I rubbed his crotch through the cotton shorts, and began
taking them down, with him obligingly raising his buns,
putting the muscles of his thighs into a beautiful movement.
I moved the shorts down to his ankles and stopped there, with
the shoes holding them.  He started to kick them off, "No, let
me take care of that.", I told him, as I guided his legs up
into the air, still bound by the shorts around his ankles, and
inserted my neck between his thighs, feeling the hot, sweaty
skin touch my face, as I positioned myself deeply between his
thighs.

"You liked that." He said, as he squeezed with his thighs for
a moment, making a point for sure, although much more gently
this time.

"Yes, I loved it actually." as I allowed the muscles tighten
around my neck and squeeze, so comfortably around my neck.  He
kept his legs around my neck crossed, when he loosened, and I
began to work with my hands, to stroke the massive thighs that
surrounded me, and the buttocks below, as my tongue began to
dart on the surface of his sensitive skin below his balls.  I
licked, and sucked on the skin, as he began to stroke his
cock.  I reached up and put my hand on his, "You relax, let me
do that, I will get what I want later."  He obliged as his
hand gripped mine, kindly firm.  I could feel the heat of his
body, rising, around my neck, in the touch of his hand,
drawing me even closer into the task that I had set out to do.

I continued to suck and lick at the sensitive skin, and began
moving up and working on his balls.  Taking them one at a time
into my mouth, rolling them around, and sucking gently, as my
hand reached around those thighs, stroking his member.  He
began to tighten his muscles, "Don't squeeze me, when I have
part of you in my mouth.  I don't want to hurt you."

Although his muscles continued to tighten, it was not from
wanting to squeeze me between his thighs, but from the
muscular excitement from being brought closer to orgasm, and
still not even with my mouth having to touch his member.

I continued to take my time, and working up to the base of his
cock, licking, sucking, and caressing the sensitively hairy
sking that touched my lips, and face.  I worked my way up his
member until I was licking the underrim of his head, tickling
it with my tongue.

Rick was running his hands over my head, "Oh, take me all the
way."

I slowed down, feeling the muscles around my neck begin to
spasm in near ecstacy, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather be
shopping?"  I remarked, with the desired results, his member
calmed nearly immediately, and began to chuckle.  "What did
you say?"

"Never mind, I just don't want you to come just yet," I told
him as I repositioned for a direct assault on his member,
standing more relaxed, waiting for the final touches to drive
him into ecstacy.  I could feel his muscles moving around my
neck, warm, comfortable, while I viewed his taught body before
me, his member beginning to grow harder with my heated breath
on its head.  I watched as his member grew to nearly its full
extent, and his eyes pleading for the release that he was so
desirous.

I continued to breathe heavily on the head of his member, and
pushed it back towards my moist lips, and began kissing, and
gently sucking on his throbbing member.  I slowly took the
head into my mouth, while I was looking at the surprisingly
confortable glow coming from his eyes and well featured face.
I took the head into my mouth, allowing the curve of his cock
to press it against the ridges of my upper palate, and began
sucking on it every so gently, tasting of his manly muskiness,
feeling the muscles of his legs tighten and flex around me.  I
was where I wanted to be.

I continued to take his member deeper and deeper into my mouth
slowly, making full use of the fabulous ridges on the roof of
my mouth to pleasure him unlike he had been before.  I tasted
the slight droppings of precum in my mouth, semi-sweetly
bitter and hot.  My nose was pushing into his cleanly musky
public hairs, smelling the smell of a man.  "Yes," I thought,
"this is what I have wanted to give you all along Rick."

My hands were exploring his body that surrounded me.  The
muscles of his thighs around my neck, the striations, cuts,
and hardness when they flexed in his approaching ultimate
ecstacy.  The warm firmness of his abs, strong, hard, and
ready for washing the laundry.  His skin was soft,
unblemished, smooth to the touch, with the silkiness of soft
hair everywhere.  The peachy fuss on his abs, with a dark line
of hair going up to his well developed chest.  I was relishing
the feel of his skin next to mine.  I had already grown hard,
and was ready for bursting myself, but I continued to passion
him to near ecstacy, with a practiced tongue, moist mouth, and
experienced hands.

I was deliberately taking my time bringing him to orgasm,
feeling every inch of him that I could, tasting him, filing
the memory of the clean, manly smell, the warm, firm fleshy
feel of his body next to mine, the glint of the parking lot
lights in his eyes, the sweat on his brow and face.

His muscles began telling me that he was coming closer and
closer to the ultimate end of the experience, I slowed down,
sucking harder on the member, feeling his body in firm
deliberate strokes.

"I'm close..." he whispered, as he flexed his legs outward on
each side of my neck.  I moved his member towards my lips, and
to the outside of my teeth, where my lips could suck, and
tongue could lick at the most sensitive part of him.  My right
hand stroked his cock, touching his spasming balls beneath.
His muscles, strained again, reaching for the orgasm, and
released again, only to come to life with more strength.

"I'm real clo..." he said, my lips sucked harder at the head
of his cock, my hand stroking his hardened member, full, ready
to explode, I was under his control, while he was in my
control.  He began to spasm, the muscles began to lock tightly
around my neck in an ecstacy filled head scissors, still
crossed around my neck.  I was stroking his flexing ass muscle
on his right, kneading it in my hand, stroking his cock with
my other hand, and tonguing and sucking on his member head,
when he began spasming again, his legs locking tightly around
me.  I stopped sucking on his cock for a moment, surprised at
the strength of his muscles in the ecstatic spasm, still
stroking, reaching with my fingers around his member head,
sending even more spasms though his body.  Each muscle of his
body reacting to the sexual pleasure, from his toes to his
head and back again, swaying from side to side, his legs
locked around me.  He loosen for a moment, and I again pulled
his member to my mouth, opening it, and breathing hard,
touching and wrapping it gently with my lips.  Sucking on the
underside of the rim, kissing him, touching him, and using all
of my resources to stay where I was at, for the final moment.

Rick was continuing to spasm, the shadows of the muscular cut
of his body changing and flowing in a river of well-defined
manly muscle.  "I'm cumming...." he whispered, although I
could tell, the ecstacy filled look on his face, the muscles
squeezing me, with the power found only during ecstasy, I
still kept his cock pulled to my lips, although the pressure
was unbelievably wonderful.

I felt him squeeze, holding me, reaching above his head and
gripping the seat behind him, while his strong arms burst out
in defined muscularity.  His abs were defined as if they were
cut in granite, the striations of the muscles in his pecs were
standing out, showing what was under the light amount of hair
enhancing their beauty.  His cock began to spew forth the hot,
tasteful juices of ecstacy, touching my lips, and spilling
from my mouth to my chin, and moving down to his ecstasy
locked legs, holding me, helpless to move, feeling the full
passion of his entire body at the same time.  He continue to
shoot the warmed cum, the legs loosening, and yet still
hanging on, the warmed liquid filling my mouth, the taste of
sex, the smell of man to man sex, filling my nostrils.  I
watched as the wave of ecstasy, the ultimate moment of
pleasure passed through him, passed on to me through the
muscular spasms of his thighs, the flexing of all his muscles
in his body, and the beautiful glow from his eyes as he
experienced the lovingly sexual touch of my lips to his
member.

He relaxed, with his legs loosely around my neck, sweat
glistening from his body, and looked at me with his deep green
eyes, saying nothing as he removed his legs from my neck,
reaching his strong hands to my face, and placing his legs
around my waist.  He took his hands, and placed them tenderly
on each sige of my face, and guided me towards him, and on top
of him.  I followed willingly, enjoying the feel of his entire
body all the way, the now flaccid member, resting from the
workout my lips had given it.  Feeling the sweaty skin, and
moist hair of his abs, now relaxed, yet firm, to his chiseled
chest.  Wordlessly, he guided me to his lips, placing his soft
lips to mine, taking me into a deep kiss.  We intermingled our
sweaty bodies, me resting on top of him, still feeling the
firm body underneath me, tasting of his mouth, touching his
tongue.  We kissed passionately, feeling each other's bodies,
exploring more skin, breathing heavily in unison.  I was lost
with the touch of his body next to mine, feeling his body,
knowing the taste and smell of the man I dreamed about for so
long.  And now feeling at home in his arms, passionately
kissing.  When we stopped kissing, he began to kiss me on the
face, touching me gently, lovingly on my nose, my cheeks, and
eyelids......

Should such a thing continue?