Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2005 09:35:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Todd <footballer862000@yahoo.com>
Subject: TODD AND DONNIE 5

Donnie and I spent the rest of the weekend in the VA
countryside becoming lovers. We made love again Friday
night and Saturday morning. I lie in bed smoking
watching him walk around the room after his shower.
His massive frame floates effortlessly on his think
legs, his big cock dangling down (he hangs a good six
inches limp)and, of course, he has a wonderful ass. We
played golf that afternoon (I"m better than him ;) and
went out for dinner. The whole time, I got to know him
better and better. When we took a little hike after
dinner, I wanted to hold his hand. I wanted more.
Saturday night he made love to me again in such a way
as to bring me to tears once more. We exchanged "I
love yous" right up until it was time to leave on
Sunday.

Then, it was back to reality.

I crashed out Sunday night when he dropped me off and
cold hard reality set in. I wasn't sleeping in
Donnie's arms, he was at his place probably fucking
Linda. She was kissing him deeply, she was on her back
taking all of him inside her, she was moaning and
shaking uncontrollably with passion. I tossed and
turned all night and barely slept. THAT was
nothing...Monday morning at the office was horrible.
When I saw Donnie in the office kitchen, I didn't know
what to do. We said we HAD to keep VERY cool in the
office and that we "obviously had to work something
out", but I didn't know what that meant. Was I going
to be the "other man", seeing him on the sly?? What
about Linda (whom he sneared and bitched about all
weekend)?? It turned out the outfit needed Donnie in
Atlanta the rest of the week so just like that he was
gone. I jerked off constantly thinking about him. I
wrote him an e-mail telling how much everything had
meant to me. He wrote back,  "I don't know what we're
going to do....". He didn't call when he was
gone....just a few emails. He returned on Friday
morning to the office. He came in to see me. He closed
the door behind him and asked if we could get together
at lunchtime, at his place. "What about Linda?", I
asked with a bit of a smirk. "She's at work and I
don't care what she thinks or wants anymore" he said,
staring into my eyes. "I'll meet you at your car at
Noon", I said.

We met at his truck and drove to his condo in NW DC.
Once inside we didn't make to the bedroom. He grabbed
me and seduced me in the living room. We ripped off
our clothes and went straight to fucking. He ran out,
came back in with KY (turns out he used on Linday's
ass, too) and mounted me from behind. He fucked me
deeply, passionatley, savagely. His steel-hard
babymaker plunged in again and again while his strong
hands gripped me and he pounded me over the edge of
his couch until he emptied a huge load of his seed up
into me. He stayed hard and put me on my back and
fucked me more and emptied ANOTHER load into me. God,
I love you I screamed out. Niether of us went back to
work. We agreed to meet on Sunday for lunch and
"golf", at which time he said he was leaving Linda. It
was her condo, actually, so he was going to get a
place of his own. Donnie said he wanted me to be THE
part of his life from now on.

The transition took weeks....weeks for him to find a
place, dump Linda, etc. She was convinced he met
another WOMAN on the trip since he was cold and
distant when he got back. If she only knew. Finally,
he got a place and, basically, I moved in. My roomate
thought I had a chick and spent all my time with her.
In fact, I was with Donnie each and every night
exploding with passion and romance. We kept this up
for over a year until he started his own company. We
decided to move away from the city, together, and buy
a place in the countryside. Donnie works at home and
goes into the city a few times a week. I freelance but
mostly just hang around. Our place is on 3 acres, very
secluded and wooded. We each came out to friends and
relatives who were quite shocked. His folks basically
disowned him, mine were fine with it. We're now lovers
of over three years and it gets better all the time. I
slept with ONE other man after I met Donnie, a black
man hung like a horse. I felt horrible doing it,
Donnie was on a two-week trip and I just hooked up and
let this man do me. I realized after I did it that it
wasn't just a big, strong dick that made me feel the
way I do, but Donnie himself. We have gone to a few
"parties" with all-men and even had a little "weekend
group" at our place once that ended with us making two
really good friends but it's just each other we really
want.

It's Thursday evening as I finish this story. Donnie
has been in DC since Tuesday afternoon. In about an
hour, he should be home and all will be right again
when we're together. Hours from now, his cum will be
running out of me, his strong arms my blanket, his
seed safely planted inside me, his lover.