Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2005 20:21:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: s f <indude2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: What should have happened 2

The premise of all these stories is situations I've gotten myself into over
the years that seemed to have the potential to get me laid...if I hadn't
chickened out and failed to push the issue.

Next up is a running situation, oddly enough for me, one I think might
actually pan out soon. But for a story's sake...here ya go!

Yet again, the backdrop to this story is this volunteer organization I
belong to, and yet another guy who also belonged.

What makes Shane a little different is that he definitely played up the
macho image and seemed to want everyone to see him as a stud. The reality
is rather different. He wasn't all that attractive and has a sometimes
irritating personality. He does however, have a rather strong reputation
for somehow bedding other guys women. And even more, somehow convincing
them to give him anal sex! Not exactly vanilla sex, even in the straight
world!

Physically, he's about 5'8" and about 160 pounds, dirty blond hair and
green eyes. Typical blond, not very hairy, and a pretty average build. Not
someone who would turn heads. By the comments from some of his friends and
associates from high school, I would presume that he's uncut, since one of
his nicknames was "cheese dick."

I've known him since he was in high school. He's probably 10 years younger
than I am. We've generally been friendly to each other, with a bit of a
mutual antagonism thing happening. He was in the National Guard off and on
over the years, adding to his macho self-image. He also had a tendency to
want to wrestle around with me and generally be physical which isn't all
that surprising actually.

Somewhere along the line, the wrestling somehow took on a sexual tone. We
were pretty evenly matched, considering the size difference between
us. What I didn't have in speed and moves, I could muscle my way
through. And it was definitely a physical thing, with panting, grunting and
lots of body contact. Often, when either of us would get the other into a
vulnerable position, the other would whisper in the other's ear things
like, "I should pull your pants down and fuck you right here on this
table!" and "you like bending over for me, don't ya!" The odd thing was, he
generally became very passive, and almost seemed to allow himself to be
maneuvered into being the one bent over like that. He had to feel my bone
as I would grind myself into his ass while I whispered to him.

I tend to be rather claustrophobic...grabbing me in a bear hug is likely to
result in a swift swat to the crotch. He knew this, but began using it as
the finale to our wrestling matches. I, of course, wouldn't intentionally
injure anyone's family jewels -- generally putting your hand in a guy's
crotch uninvited is enough to make them back off quickly. He started
allowing himself to be wrestled into a position that if we were naked, I'd
be fucking him. All the while, I'd be talking to him about fucking his ass
and taking possession and doing sexual things to him. When I'd let him up,
he started grabbing me in a bear hug. It earned him a swift hand in the
crotch, but he basically didn't react to it. Since what I had been taught
in martial arts class was don't hit, grab and hold on until your released,
that's what I did. He stopped and moved a couple of steps away, but in a
new twist, grabbed his crotch and announced, "you better be careful,
there's more than a handful there!" Of course, my reaction was to nod with
a smirk and say, "yea, right, whatever dude."

By this turn of events, I was sporting wood the rest of the day. Talk about
something that was completely out of the norm, especially for someone
"straight." I found out later that there were a lot of rumors at that time
about my sexual orientation flying around, so he had to be aware of the
fire he was playing with.

This became the routine for our wrestling sessions, but every time I
grabbed his crotch, it got more and more explicit. The next time while he
was telling there was more than a handful, he popped the button on his
pants. Of course, I was mesmerized and couldn't look away, but still had to
keep up with the smirk...basically pushing him and hoping I'd be able to
see more.

One time, he came around after one of his guard weekends and bitched about
how badly his back was bothering him. He complained about it for several
hours actually. Finally, he asked if he could sleep on my couch. Not a
completely unusual request, since I had that happen pretty regularly,
although it was the first time he availed himself of it. I ended up
massaging his back (through a tee-shirt and sitting on his ass) for almost
an hour before I finally went to bed. Nothing else happened, but it was
still a bit unusual.

The next time we wrestled, he did go a step further, unzipping and showing
me the Y front of his tighty whities. He also pushed his shirt up, letting
me see some of his belly. I thought I'd shit myself. The down side to this
was we where in a very public area, so there wasn't any way he'd actually
go through with it.

The last time this happened, we wrestled unusually hard. At one point I had
him bent over a conference room table and ground myself into his ass pretty
aggressively, saying to him in a rather loud and aggressive voice, " I
wanna pull your pants down and slam my cock up your ass and fuck you into
liking it! Wadda you think about that?" He laid there with his eyes closed
until I let him up. He immediately stood up and grabbed me in a bear hug. I
was already wound up from threatening to fuck him and put my hand in his
crotch, but more rubbed him than grabbed anything as a threat to hurt
him. He let me loose, backed away, and again told me how there was more
than a handful. Same as before, I smirked and said, "yea, right, whatever!"
He popped the button on his jeans again, unzipped, pulled up his shirt and
grabbed his cock, which looked pretty stiff. He didn't say anything, just
stood there for several seconds squeezing it. Someone entered the building
just then, he quickly put everything back in order and we went on our way.


Unfortunately, he quit not long after that. This memory is pretty
intense. I think about blowing him and fucking him silly. I wouldn't be
adverse to letting him fuck me, as long as I got to fuck him.

Since he left, a number of events have happened. I ran into him one day at
his girlfriend's house and we talked for several minutes. He was, as
always, very polite and basically tried to catch up on old times. He told
me that he was going back into the guard at that time. The next I knew, his
unit was activated and he was sent to Iraq. I went through an area where
his father worked on a regular basis, and just after he was deployed, a
picture of him (the standard military one with him holding a rifle) was put
on the wall with a flag. Later, we saw a picture of him in Iraq in the
paper. Then his unit returned home and he was safe.

I spent a lot of time wondering how I could track him down after he
returned. Those thoughts, of course, had a sexual component to them, but I
also really wanted to just thank him for serving. I knew better than to
call his parents, because he never really got along with them. After
wondering about him for over a year, I ran into him today out of the
blue. He was in his father's workplace. We chatted for about 20 minutes
about old times, etc. I gave him my phone number and told him to call me,
we'd do dinner somewhere.

I've been obsessed all day about the possibilities. The whole time we
talked, he stood really close to me (although we couldn't have wrestled
around, even if we wanted to, because of the environment), and I caught him
looking at my ass and crotch several times. His bulge didn't look
especially impressive, but he did rearrange himself several times.

My thoughts are to basically ask him if he remembers all those wrestling
events and how he kept telling me it was more than a handful, then tell him
if he had just flopped it out, I'd have sucked his cock...and see what
happens!

Wish me luck!