Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2000 04:33:57 EST
From: Palucca69@aol.com
Subject: the new guy upstairs

The new guy upstairs is so ..... I can't stop thinking about him.

The arms on that guy.....

I was looking out the window, when he drove up -- man, the shoulders and
chest...  looking down on him, chestnut hair, blue work shirt,
shoulders.......

Man that's what I want to look like when I grow up -- my hair's already
like that, chestnut, long; right away I went and tied it in a pony tail
like his.

He's been moving in since this morning -- it was hot, he had stuff in his
pick-up. Not a whole lot, a dresser, bed stuff, boxes, I guess and I
watched him take it up and come down and get more, and every trip he seemed
to get hotter -- his muscles pumped, his clothes molding to him I swear I
could see his nipples. Fuck, he's hot.


I'm cute, but I want to look like that. I kept going into the bathroom,
looking in the mirror, unbuttoning my shirt, checking out my muscles -- my
pecs are coming along, I mean they're even kinda chiseled -- in fact
they're great. But my thighs are still slim, I'm almost hairless, and I'm
really turned on by hair that swirls across the chest, like I know his
does, I just know it.  I'm still just 140 pounds, and 5" 8" -- I want to be
6 feet and 190 and have some heft to me, fucking impressive, swing a huge
cock like I know he's got..  Actually if my cock was any bigger for the
size I am, it would be too much.

I kept sneaking glances at him out the window -- the work shirt came off,
white tee shirt, Jesus those biceps. Must have run into some dust or rust,
smeared across his abs, left the marks of his six-pack. So fucking hot!
Sweat stains under his arms made his chest look so thick and juicy, and his
arms, man, what I'd give to have arms like that. And the shape of his
butt... his jeans started hanging on him real sexy. A dark trail along the
seam between his buns. And his thighs -- man the power he's got.

Finally I just had to hit him up ... so as he was coming up the stairs, I
figured I'd get out on the landing -- did I tell you he had to carry all
this? There's no elevator.... And just said, "Can I help you with some of
that?"

He had hold of a real awkward box and took me up on it right away --

"Grab that corner would you kid? I'm losing it there......'

"Sure."

And we got it pretty easily up the stairs; getting it into his door wasn't
so easy. He had me back in, but I tripped over a broom stick or something
and the box came down on me, well, not right on top of me, sort of off to
the side -- but I hit my head on something as I fell and I was out for a
minute or so, came to with him squeezing a wet rag on my forehead. He
actually had me half in his lap, or leaning into his shoulder or something,
cause I could feel his body heat and muscles like squeezing me, or me
squeezing into them....kinda confusing, and a buzzing in my ears, and it
was kinda blurry, but the cold water felt kinda good and it was splashing
kind of a lot, I could feel it all over my chest and sort of on my arms,
and also I could tell it he was getting kinda wet from it too.

He must a been worried -- he hugged me to him before he realized I was
coming around and said like "o god, No...... FUCK!!"  And rubbed the side
of my head real soft, like a nurse or something, and then let my head back
and looked into my eyes.....

And I found myself looking back into his deep blue eyes, with black
eyebrows over them, real manly eyes, just fucking beautiful eyes......

"Hey, kid, are you in there?" He asked, and a smile started to sparkle in
there. And his lips parted and smiled, and I felt his breath rush out of
him, hot, with a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, I.. I guess I must have... I dunno....." And I felt my head fall
back into the crook of his shoulder, it felt good against my cheek. And he
slapped my face gently, "No, no no, man, don't go down on me, you gotta
come round, please little guy, you gotta come round... ok?"

I felt myself slump a little more, against his belly -- he was so fucking
strong, his abs were like totally flexed -- I was dizzy, my arm kind of
sagged against him so my hand fell into his crotch.

I was so woozy, but I felt safe. His thighs felt sexy, I squeezed up
against him, into the crook of his arm. I could feel the warmth in his
crotch against the back of my hand -- and fluttered my eyelashes and tried
to say something, God knows what I said.

He let his legs part slightly as he adjusted to hold me, there was a
buzzing in my ears, I felt my boyish body sink softly into his flank.

Then I was kind of floating, and swaying, and nestled in his arms -- and
then there was this noise, kind of a roar, and gradually I came to
realizing I was propped up in a shower, with the water turned on me full
blast, and getting in my eyes and up my nose, and I was sputtering and sort
of going hot and cold -- he was alternating the water, hot and cold -- and
standing there shoes and all, soaking wet -- not wearing much, just cut-
offs, a XXXL Nina Simone T-shirt, and my favorite Asics. And he was pretty
much in there with me, both of us soaked, steam coming off us from the hot
water.

Man was he built -- his T-shirt was transparent, his nipples were standing
up like Hershey bells, and a storm of dark hair swirled up his ridged abs
and across his chest, just like I knew it would.

I must have said something -- later he told me, I'd said "dude, your ARMS,
your fucking arms!" For sure, I was fixed on his biceps, they kept changing
shape as he worked the faucets and like he was holding up my head. I went
straight for them and started licking and kissing the fucker's arms like I
was fucking stoned or something, and planted my whole torso against his. He
must have thought I was a vampire..... I was fucking eating his arm.....but
he didn't push me away. My pelvis was like totally pasted to his,
too..... my cock was right against his package. A soft well filled-out
cushion that was, too, felt real nice, really really nice.  I squeezed him,
I guess real tight -- but what I was paying attention to was man that
muscle, that bicep, I was biting it, not to break the skin, but couldn't
lick it tight enough, especially that sweet place where the bulge plunges
down into the tendon that leads to the elbow.....

Next thing I knew my eyes were fluttering, and he was holding up my head
and kinda whispering in my ear.

His bulge was thickening, I felt it heating up and starting poking at me. I
squirmed my leg between his thighs, and suddenly his arm was around me and
I'd been rearranged, his mouth was on mine, fucking tongue in my mouth, and
then he was eating my throat, now he was the vampire, he was biting too. I
sported a hickey for a week after that, fucking trophy.

I had a sudden desperate need to suck this guys cock -- it hit me like a
tidal wave. A shudder ran up my spine and I pressed my lips against his
throat and felt his beard stubble scratch my tongue. Before he could fight
me off, I had my hand against his cock, under his soaking Levis, working
it, and thank God, he was totally hot and hard under the denim --

Man it was all I'd hoped -- so thick I couldn't begin to tell how it looped
back on itself in his briefs but it was hot as hell, and thank god, he was
ready; if he didn't want it, his body sure did.

My mouth got down there in a flash -- it was a huge cock, I found his head
somehow, the foreskin was still covering it but stretched mighty thin now,
and the whole thing could just barely get in me.  I loved the way it
stretched my lips, and there was already some precum I could use to smooth
my way.

It was awesome taking hold of his foreskin with my lips and sliding it
back, so his glans entered my mouth and I could stroke it with my tongue,
lick off the dollop of cream in the slit while the skin under my lips had
not changed. A couple of inches of him could slide into me before my lips
started to slide along his skin! Fucking awesome!!!! I had to try that
again, and he didn't seem to get tired of it before I started wanting to
feel him filling my mouth all the way to the back. His shaft was as thick
as the head, and by the time his piss slit landed against the soft curtain
at the back, my jaw was stretched till it was sore -- but I wasn't
panicking, it felt like it could stretch more if given a chance -- and
meantime, he'd started to moan.

His breathing changed when he touched the soft glottis ; his hips woke up,
I could feel them start to swivel just a subtle little bit, and he shucked
his jeans down below his knees as his cock started to take over and lead in
this dance. First he pulled back, and set up a rhythm where he'd re-enter
only to drag his thick vein over my tongue and resheathe his glans, dart
that sweet dripping plum-head forward again, only to drag it back -- but
each time, he gave a velvet smack to the soft tissue shielding the entrance
to my throat, and every time, I wanted him more and more to slide through
that curtain, open me up with that rosy knob, let me feel him enter my
throat.

Man what a stretch. He was so thick -- and God knows how long. And God how
I wanted it His smell was fantastic -- almost rank, it came back after the
water stopped running .... from the workout he'd gotten from carrying all
the stuff up these stairs; sweat and body oils and pheromones lubricated
him as he slid deeper and deeper into my hunger.  I felt his breathing
change again; he felt me stop him, and pressed softly up against that soft
wet skin again and again, waiting, insistent, but waiting.

I opened up all at once and swallowed him into my throat.

"Fuck! Oh FUCKING YES!!!"

I went all the way down, feeling my throat taking his thickness deep and
squeezing him, feeling the round knob opening me up deeper and deeper,
pushing against my Adam's apple.

Suddenly he pulled back. I felt his glans slide out of my throat. I sighed,
and then the tide turned: the whole length of him slid all the way back
in....... and in and in and in, till his balls were almost up his ass. He
rubbed my larynx with the head of his cock like a musician bending a note
on his sax; his whole shaft filled me like a musical note, I felt myself
going under again, starting to black out, but stayed awake cause the melody
was so sweet. And then he slid back, it seemed like a whole foot of cock
slid out of my throat and over my tongue and out to my lips. I chewed on
his foreskin and wept and kissed his shaft like my boy was come home from
the wars.

`O God, o God, put it back."

I felt him playing with my lips, felt the foreskin again sliding across the
threshold, the wet glans against my tongue then that wonderful vein sliding
over my tongue, his head at the back of my mouth. Then he'd drag it back,
so the foreskin covered him again, then again, the hot dripping glans
pressed tight against my throat -- then pulled back, in and back. It
fucking drove me wild to feel my throat grabbing at his foreskin, to feel
that velvet skin give way to the satiny tight skin on his glans, that huge
rod, so hard, but I wanted it -- and feel him fuck me with it.  Again and
again, he pressed back into my throat a little at a time,.....So fucking
hot...

I came up for air, gasping...with tears in my eyes. "Fuck, man you are so
hot.... Come in my throat... Please....  Please, come in my throat..."

"You want that?"

"oh please, man, come in my throat!"

"Oh man," the look in his eyes is surprised, his dick jumps right in front
of me....... I grab it, kiss the head as I catch my breath

God yeah, man, you're awesome," looking him right in his beautiful
eyes... and feel him slide himself in again, slow and smooth and
deliberate; he waits while I breathe one more time, he smiles, this
gentleman is my god.

`Ohhhhh, man, that's so good'", I hear him say as he twists his pelvis. I
feel him turning me, he wants me on my back, we're on the floor, his cock
is sliding into my throat, he's on top of me, his back arches and his cock
pulls back, I feel the head tweak my tonsils as it backs out.....

Fuck I want him in me, he butts his shaft along my tongue, I want it so
bad, and I feel his hands strip my shorts back and his soft mouth engulf my
cock.  His glans just taps, taps, taps against the back of my mouth. I feel
my hips start to surge, I'm fucking his mouth in big waves..... He's taking
me... and he finally lets himself sink his full weight into me.

My hands are on his smooth hipbones; it's awesome. He's all the way in me,
his Olympic thighs are caressing the sides of my head, cradling me and
locking me into place so he can fuck me completely. His cock is in me so
deep, I can feel the curve down into his asshole with my teeth. He's
seething, slowly, short strokes, but with all his strength, it's coming
from deep in his butt, those awesome buns are squeezing him into me,
rubbing that knob in my throat slower and slower, deeper and deeper. I feel
his thighs start to tremble. I open my lips to kiss his groin more fully,
taste his sweat trickling off his ass and squeeze him as his glans swells
to bursting, and feel his voice moan around my cock as I surge into HIS
throat.

He stops dead still.....and then his hips pound me, thick fast waves, in
and in and in, pummeling my throat , burying his seed so deep in my throat,
fucking plunged.....  I don't even taste his creamy, salty semen till after
he withdraws into my mouth, where he stays until at last I can't hold him
any more and he retreats

I love his hp-bones, I polish them with kisses. His thighs are so
beautifully muscled, so deep, form upon form, scrumptiously thick with
muscles. At last he stretches, lifting my head and shoulders on his thigh,
twisting me round so he can catch me in his arms and hug my whole body to
him, kissing my throat, wrapping a thigh around me and squeezing me back
almost as hard as I'm squeezing him. He undoes what's left of my pony tail,
fans my hair into a curtain that surrounds both our heads, and pulls me
down into a deep long kiss in the dark.