Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2005 16:29:30 +0000
From: alfredo garcia <alfredo247@hotmail.com>
Subject: After a drunken night, part 1. (revised version)

Yesterday I drank too much and today have a monumental headache and with
it a brutal desire of sex; to eat and to be eaten.

As I sit here motionless, staring into space, my sodden mind lapses back
to adolescence. I see myself completely nude, in the arms of a man. He
caresses me and smiles but I self consciously lower my eyes from his
gaze. I am draped languidly on his lap, my head upon his broad chest. His
left hand holds me and his right hand caresses my tender nipples, my
thighs, my testicles. I shiver as he lightly touches my erect penis. He
whispers in my ear, My beautiful boy. My love. and I feel the hardness of
his penis through the cloth of his trousers. I slip my right hand under
his shirt and tentatively touch the hair of his broad chest.

I am thrilled yet engulfed, surrounded, overwhelmed by his presence.  My
happiness is his happiness, my pleasure is his pleasure, and my love is
his love. He strokes my cheek and my neck. My body craves the caresses of
his hands. His fingers raise my chin, compelling me to look in his eyes.
They penetrate deep down to my soul possessing it. His desire, secures
me, calms me and makes a light inside me glow. Yet I should fear a force
so powerful as this. I bring my lips to his mouth as his hand strokes my
cheek.  For this instant in time there is not doubt he loves me. His lips
are warm and moist lips but mine feel cold and dry drained by the tumult
that grip me.  The tip of his tongue lubricates the entrance, he kisses
me softly and I feel spasms in my penis.

He draws back and looks at me, again. I blush and lower my eyes, his
hands return to caress my nude body, my chest, my legs and to gently comb
my modest pubic hair.  My penis is so erect it aches. The heat and
potency of his body inflames me.



Now he slips away from me but his eyes hold me still. He stands and
slowly undresses. I admire his magnificent body and his beautiful penis
full with anticipation of me. He bends down and his arms encircle me.
Naked he takes me up and lays me on the bed, then lies down beside me on
his back. His eyes close as if dreaming. His arms stretch above his head,
legs bent and so slightly separated. What is he expecting of me?  If
anybody knows what I must do, please tell me.

Now the headache breaks back into my consciousness.  How could I have
drunk so much last night? I went to bed very late and today I had to be
up early. Now, in my office, and I cannot sleep, nor can I masturbate.
How can I soothe my pounding brain?

A new scene floods into my mind digging deeper but from that same lost
lode.  I am in a large and noble room; extravagant carpets cover the
ancient wooden floor. The heavy tapestries on the walls, the fine
furniture and the marble fireplace all whisper wealth and privilege.
Music sounds from a far room.  I stand staring through a window, waiting,
watching the rain outside. From the trees hang yellow leaves like me sad
and melancholic. Am I in love?  I do not know.  Perhaps I am not
attractive. What is the object of my desire?  Perhaps the girl who lives
here sees only boys of her social class. We study at the same school, but
I do not have a pedigree as she does. Her parents are rich and
cultivated. My parents are not; I only have a scholarship. I admire her
house and everything that she has. Maybe this is what I love. I have come
here to bring some class notes, but she is not at home. Only her father
is here.

He opened the door to me after a long wait just as I was to turn away and
leave. He greets me by name, to my surprise, and invites me in. He is
wearing an ornate robe and he tells me he was showering.  I am
uncomfortable in his presence and do not dare to return his glance. He
notes it and that seems to amuse him. He tells me she is not here but to
wait, and that he will return. I think he is going to dress himself. As I
stand staring out of the window of this grand room, my mind wanders and
fixes on his naked body under the robe. I imagine his bare chest and
strong muscular legs, not that of an athletic boy but a man of energy and
power in the full bloom of life. His confidence and certainty draws me,
but why? It is unattainable for me as it derives from generations of
wealth and influence. There is danger here near such a force  It disturbs
me that I have these strong and unfamiliar thoughts that have made my
penis erect.



What turmoil in my head, what shame if he divined my thoughts.  I slip my
hand into my trousers to rearrange my penis but at that same instant feel
this presence at my back. Paralyzed, I want to disappear. I close my eyes
and feel his arms enveloping me. Am I going Mad? Has he sensed my
sadness, my need for love? Has he seen the indifference of his daughter,
and wants to console me? In an instant my penis loses its erection, yet
the rest of my body is rigid with anxiety. His arms fold around and I
feel his body merging into mine. His boldness somehow calms me eases my
pounding heart.  He takes my arm and extracts the hand from my trousers
and kisses the palm.  S low surrender seals my fate as I abandon my body
to his embrace. A warming flood fills my veins reanimating my body. I
lean my head upon his shoulder and open my eyes and I see how the wind
moves the leaves of the trees. In a few minutes the light will be gone
and the darkening shadows will reign. Now light emanates only from the
flames in the fireplace and the one in my soul. Let time stand still.



He caresses me and speaks tender words in my ear as he slowly unbuttons
my shirt and draws it from my trousers. One of his hands caresses my
chest as he kisses my neck.  I feel my penis once more becoming erect.
The tips of his fingers find my nipples and make them hard. Some seed
buried deep inside me germinates and grows, nourished by knowing his
desire. It is not just any man but this strong, clever, important man
with a splendid house, an elegant wife and beautiful daughter. Willingly
I let him remove off my shoes and undress me. Yes, I let him do that, and
am ready to do whatever he wants. I have no fear that he will harm me for
there is truth in his touch. I am aware that this moment will change my
life in way I cannot comprehend. I do not question but only know that it
was meant to be.



His robe had fallen open and his nude body brushes smooth against my
back, his hard penis against my buttocks. I fell a caress on my inner
thigh and another on my cheeks and lips. He whispers in my ear telling me
that I am handsome and smart and that I must not be concerned that I do
not have a girl. One such as his daughter cannot judge. He says he thinks
of me often, and that he wants to be near me, to teach me about the
world, to kiss me, to adore me.  He says my sad eyes beg for love. He
admires my body and predicts I will be one very good athlete. He tells me
that my feelings of this moment are natural for intelligent boys of my
age. This happened to him when he was young, he assures me, and it is the
happiest memory of his life.



With this said he turns me to face him and raises my chin, and obliges me
to look him straight at his eyes. As I look him I know what he says is
so. Then he envelops our two nudes bodies in his robe; our penises touch,
I embraced his waist and caress his chest with my cheek. It is so silky
and warm. I smile up at him and bring my lips to his.



Touch me if you like, do not be shy, he tells me. I timidly explore his
torso, his back, his neck, his legs, but I do not dare to touch his penis
but he takes my hand and wraps it round his sex. Do you like me?  he
asks. Both my eyes and my hand answer him as my fingers feel the
smoothness of his shaft and by this am empowered to seek the source of
his masculinity.  I feel the curving roundness of his testicles and satin
slickness of his scrotal sack. My hand presses our penises together in
their own warm embrace. His is much larger than mine and it takes the two
of hands to hold them. He then kisses me again, but now with lustful
urgency. He slips his tongue in my mouth and I feel my imminent orgasm.
He also is at the edge. Both our penises pulse at the same instant and
spill their seed in silent spasms as my tongue wrestles with his. In the
dying moments of passion our mouths cannot suppress a sigh of hopeless
agony. It escapes from the depths of our being and fills this beautiful
house.


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