Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2005 22:17:29 -0600
From: luv chunk <luvchunk2@gmail.com>
Subject: Tyler 2

 I was awakened by the sound of chirping birds and the cool breath of the
morning outside the cabin.  Yeah, Tyler and I went camping, but we
decided that for a week worth of nature, we needed something more sturdy
than nylon walls and cotton sleeping bags.  My parents had a cabin that
they willed to me in the mountains upon their death.  I was awesome- no
electricity, no propane, no outside civilization of any kind.  And since
my dad was such a pragmatic fellow, the land surrounding the cabin was
mine too, all 100 acres- so I had privacy when I took Mandy and girls up
there- or in this case, Tyler.
 I know what you are thinking- I was completely sex starved by this point
and couldn't keep my hands off of him.  That is far from the truth.  I
actually had been thinking all week before the trip.  I was trying to
puzzle out exactly where it was that my feeling were.  Did I honestly
love Tyler, or was it a case of lust and new experiences?  I am not
really sure even now, but I do know that being with Tyler fulfilled some
deep, almost primal need, and I liked being with him too.  He as a cool
guy and was really fun to hang with as well.
 In fact, he acted a little more nervous that I did for the previous
week.  He even went so far as to call on the phone and apologize for
taking advantage of me.  I laughed at him and told him I had a question-
he was just really creative with the answer.  You know, no harm, no
foul.  And I looked at it this way- I was an adult- I can make my own
choices and decisions- if I did not want to be with Tyler, all I had to
do was say "NO".  But I didn't say "NO" and that was the answer in and of
itself.
 The scenery was beautiful and Tyler and I spend a great deal of the day
hiking and fishing in the nearby lake.  I was surreal in its placid
beauty.  On the second evening of the camping trip, I was leaning over
the fireplace, stirring a pot of stew and making sure that water for the
tea was boiling when he came up behind me and just stood there.  I could
feel his presence like some shadow that lingers long after a fateful
event, he seemed to fill the room with much more than his large frame- I
think the word I am looking for is presence.  The guy just exuded
presence and raw sexuality.
 "Chris, I really want to talk about what happened earlier." he said in a
firm tone.
 "Ok, lets talk then."  I continued to stir the stew, but turned around
when I was finished so I could face him for this conversation."
 "I hope you are ok with everything that happened.  I don't want to mess
with what you and Mandy have, for some reason I couldn't control myself
and the situation just presented itself..."
 I cut him off with a quick motion of my hand, "Tyler, like it told you
before, if I didn't want to do anything with you- I wouldn't have.  Its
that plain and its that simple at this juncture.  I wanted to do those
things...Mandy and I have a great relationship- we are so in love it is
scary- but being with you also just feels right.  It just does.  And I
like that feeling."
 He looked at me for a moment and then flashed me a killer smile,
"Cool."  He then turned around and wandered off to the bedroom- said
something about changing into something more comfortable since he had
been in jeans and hiking boots all day.
 I stared after him for a few moments- caught in one of those reflective
trances like last week.  It was a moment when the whole world stopped and
I realized that there was room in my life for Tyler and for my wife,
Mandy.  Each of them fulfilled a different need and made me feel like
more of a complete person.  If for some reason those two worlds were to
ever collide, I think I would literally be torn apart- they were meshed
too closely together to separate.
 I shook my head to clear my thoughts and then moved into the kitchen to
get things ready for dinner.  I took out a couple of plates and mugs for
tea- silver to set the table and then went over to the fireplace to take
the pot of stew off before it burned into a congealed lump of mush.  When
I turned around, pot in hand, my breath caught in my throat.  There stood
Tyler dressed in a mesh t-shirt and the tightest pair of lycra shorts I
had ever seen.  They framed his awe inspiring chest and his mouthwatering
cock to perfection.  He looked better than I remembered.  Good enough to
eat.  Good thing the menu had room for more than stew.
 "Ummmm...don't you think a robe and some slippers would have been a tad
more comfortable than spandex and fishnet?" I asked with a hint of a
smile in my voice.
 Tyler laughed and said "I like this...it makes me feel more...uninhibited,
more wild, more raw...and after the things you said earlier- I am ready
for an adventure."  he licked his lips and winked at me before saying,
"lets eat."
 I cleared my throat, feeling my face burn crimson and set the stew down
on the table.  After we had our fill, we crossed the dining room and went
into the living room to sit before the fireplace.  I sat in front of him
and just looked at him for a moment...drinking in the experience so that I
could relive it any time that I wanted to.  His green eyes seemed to give
off a sense of urgency and for the first time I noticed that they almost
had a pleading quality to them.  He was sitting in front of me, a
mountain of a man calmly waiting.
 Unsure of how to proceed, I stood up and motioned for him to do the
same.  He stood in front of me and raised one of his eyebrows in a
questioning manner.  I told him to just relax and let me go at my own
pace.  He agreed and became a quiet sculpture once again.  I took my
time, undressing him with my eyes and working up the nerve to engage on
of my most hidden fantasies.  I stepped closer and placed a tentative
kiss on his lips, feeling their smooth texture and exploring his mouth
with my tongue.  He tasted great and returned the kiss just as
passionately and just as gently.
 I moved my hands over his shoulders and felt the great strength that was
contained within, his arms were corded with muscle and felt like steel
girders made flesh.  I hooked my fingers under this shirt and struggled a
little to pull the tight fabric from his torso.  His chest was smooth,
and again, his abs were wonderful.  I kissed the little hollow of his
throat and I kissed his shoulders, moving down, I kissed each of his
pectorals and licked on the tight nubs of his nipples.  I moved my hands
around to his back and pressed him to me as I sank lower and moved my
mouth and tongue over his abs, tasting his sweat and his skin, and
intoxicating mix of musky power and moist heat.
 My prize lay just a bit lower, and I took my time getting there.  His
lower abs and area just above his pubic bone were sculpted perfection,
just like the rest of him- I kissed and licked my way down to the swell
in his shorts.  He let a moan escape from his lips and then a contented
sigh as I released his cock from the confines of the fabric.  I slipped
the shorts off of his legs completely and took a moment to look up at him
from my knees, standing there in all his naked glory.  I felt a familiar
twinge in my own equipment, but ignored it and instead concentrated on
the awesome task that lay before me.  I was bound and determined to give
him as much pleasure as I could, partly to show him that I wanted what
happened last week at the house and partly to satisfy my own raging
curiosity about the "other side of the fence."
 His dick was erect with a slight upward curve, making it look as if the
head of it was a tantalizing prize being dangled just out of reach.  All
nine inches of his beautiful, thick shaft were covered in skin with ropy
veins underneath the surface, I bet if I looked close enough, I could see
them pulsing to the beat of his heart.  I wrapped my hand around his
thickness and slowly used it to explore more of him.  Gently rubbing and
feeling the skin so like velvet in my hands, I moved my mouth down to
take his head inside my oral cavity.  His head was large and
purplish-red, it rested on my tongue and I tasted the slight saltiness of
precum, just a little dribble as it edged its way along his slit and out
the top.  I moved my mouth a little further down his shaft and at the
same time, I cupped his heavy testicles in my hand, feeling their weight
and imagining all the white liquid contained within.
 Tyler had thrown his head back and placed his hands on my head, gently
urging his thick tool deeper and deeper into my waiting throat as his
fingers dug into my hair looking for purchase.  I only gobbed down about
four inches before my gag reflex kicked in- I backed off a little and
Tyler urged my into a standing position.  "Its ok Chris, I don't think
you can take it all at once- at least not now." he said with a
mischievous grin.  Standing as I was now, fully clothed, I was painfully
aware of my own arousal pushing against its confines of my clothes.
Tyler did the same to me as I did to him.  While not as impressive, my
body had shaped up nicely under his tutelage.  My 5' 7" frame was nicely
defined with 158 pounds of muscle and very little body fat. (Tyler was a
personal trainer bordering on the fanatical- every other day in the gym
for weights for six solid months- not to mention cardio and a whole new
eating plan.)  My dick was a nice 8"- cut and so hard it felt like rock
covered in flesh.
 He knelt in front of me and performed the same ritual of kissing and
licking and sucking that I had done for him.  After a few moments, I sunk
down on the floor so that I was kneeling in front of him- eye to eye.
"Tyler, can I...I want to taste you...everywhere."  I blurted this out
breathlessly and so quickly I could hardly believe that the words had
come from my own mouth.  He smiled and turned away from me, placing his
upper body and arms on the couch and presenting his perfect ass to me.  I
took the sight in- perfectly sculpted globes of golden flesh, a darker
line of his crack and there, buried in that crevasse of pleasure lay his
anus.  His rosebud, manpussy, whatever you wanted to call it.  I scooted
closer to him and began to caress his butt with my hands, every now and
then laying a quick kiss on that perfectly tight flesh.  I slipped a
finger in his crack and caressed this up and down, eliciting a soft sight
from the man who knelt over the couch in front of me.
 Gently, I took my hands and parted the cheeks of his ass, inhaling the
fresh scent of musky man and clean skin.  He smelled wonderful and I was
even more curious to see how he tasted down there.  I took my tongue and
tentatively drew circles around his hole, probing at the tight ping flesh
that was puckered tightly.  Amidst my lapping and licking I was treated
to a chorus of moans and sighs and grunts.  Tyler continually pushed his
ass back to meet my tongue in a effort to force me deeper into his
confines.  I used one of my hand to keep his cheeks parted and then I
used the other to play with his swollen cock and tickle his beautiful
nuts.  I think I was driving him (and me!) wild with this...suddenly he
stood up and turned around.
 "Chris, get into position.  I want your ass so bad right now...just kneel
over the couch."  I started to do so, when he took my by the arms and
spun me around, the lust apparent in his eyes.  I hardly had time to move
my legs a little farther apart when I felt this darting hot tongue
lapping at my tender spot.  Oh, it felt so damn good, I wasn't sure how I
kept from collapsing on top of him and riding his face into oblivion.
Tyler was skilled with his mouth- that was for sure.  I was in heaven as
he probed and licked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh of my assring.
 I couldn't take it any longer, "Tyler, lay on the floor."  He lay down
on the floor, the flickering glow of the fire making shadows dance across
his body in a sensual pattern of hypnotic origins.  He lay on his back,
his mammoth cock jutting from his body, and I knelt over it, letting it
touch my hole.  I exerted gentle pressure as I looked into this eyes and
slowly impaled myself on that tower of flesh.  I game a little yelp and a
drop of precum was presented as his head scraped over my spot.  Leaning
back, I could use the upward curve of his dick to stimulate that area
much better.  Every time I raised and lowered myself on his dick, it
would press and pound against my prostate, making me squirm and fight so
hard for control.  I never wanted this feeling to end...and I was intent
on making it last as long as possible.
 I took it as slowly as I could, my thighs were quivering with the effort
of maintain such a slow and rhythmic pace.  Oh, it was so worth it just
to feel him filling me up and moving inside me- drawing whimpering
expressions of passion from my throat with every stroke.  I was keenly
aware of the pleasure that was starting at the base of my being and
rippling upward with every movement of his member buried deep inside me.
Then he did it...he totally surprised me and sent me over the edge of the
abyss.  While is was sunk all the way down on his cock, he leaned his
head forward and managed to take just the tip of my cock in his mouth.
Instantly, I felt that familiar roil within my balls and knew I couldn't
last a moment longer.  I exploded- and I mean exploded- into his mouth, I
was certain that all the cum in my balls had been shot out of my dick and
down his throat.  Tyler just kept his mouth clamped on my cock head until
I subsided and came down from my high.
 He winked at me and then opened his mouth, showing me my cum before
swallowing it and licking his lips with relish, "yum" he said.  I was
still impaled on his cock, and he rolled up into a crunch position with
me still on his lap.  Continuing his forward momentum, I ended up on my
back with my legs around his waist- cock deep in my bowels.  He flexed
his member a few times inside me, drawing a whimper from my throat before
he withdrew and then slammed back home.  I let out a grunt of pleasure as
he flew past my button and once again pounded home with wild abandon.  He
was like a bull rutting, his muscled frame above me delivering powerful
thrusts into my waiting bottom.  If someone were listing outside the
cabin now all they would have heard was the sound of flesh slapping, deep
breathing and me grunting and moaning with ecstasy.  I was taken to the
highest of heights by this man.  Tyler was doing things to me that I
thought were only possible in fantasies.  The feeling that he made me
feel were nothing short of fantastic.
 Soon, his intensity sped up and his face went sober with concentration.
He was pulling out to his head and sliding back in to the bottom in long
slow strokes.  His breathing came faster and faster, sweat painting his
skin golden in the glow of the fireplace.  I could feel his cock get even
harder and then he slammed home one more time before letting out a grown
and then blasting my insides with cum.  Even the pulsing of his dick was
strong enough to bounce against my prostate and send me riding on waves
of pleasure that left me limp and speechless.
 Tyler placed his head into the hollow formed by my neck and my shoulder,
kissing and nibbling on my neck, sending shivers up and down my spine.
Goosebumps erupted all over my body and a sigh of contention escaped my
lips.  I wrapped my arms around his thick neck and was sure everything
was perfect and then came the earth shattering moment that would send it
all spiraling out of control.
 Tyler raised himself up on one elbow and looked me square in the eyes,
his emerald ones piercing right through my icy blue ones- straight to my
core.  "I love you Chris."