Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 23:20:21 EST
From: Joewilson583@aol.com
Subject: Chris Wake 5

"He's a flake, Mr Brent.  Christ! He's at the 8720 telling everyone how
he's got this john who set him up in an apartment, and you've never even
seen it, much less got a key.  Or the phone number even.  He's a mean guy,
selfish and mean.  You're better off without him."


Four days had passed since I gave Chris the money for our apartment.  Not
only had he not called, but the telephone at his grandmothers' had been
disconnected.  I had not seen him, nor did I know where to look for him.  I
drove down Hilldale a hundred times every day, but there was no sign of
him.  I was deviatated.  Caught up in a whirlwind of disappoinment.  Raw
hunger and randy lust seemed to eat my insides.  I had been celibate for so
many years.  Content and happy with it too, but after tasting cock, I
became obsessed.  A man driven with so much lust that I was masturbating
two and three times a day.  My cock was forever hard, sensitive to new and
continuing needs.


When Jerry invited me to dinner at his apartment, I accept with anticipated
excitement, knowing full well where it would lead.  It was a lovely place,
decorated in pastel colors and silks and brocade that spoke clearly of
Jerrys' feminine ways.  I looked at him as he opened the door to let me in.
He wore a blue robe, the color of robins' eggs.  It was full length, and
swirled about him as he walked toward me with outstretched arms.  The light
behind him shone through the diaphanous silk revealing his luscious body.
He wore nothing underneath.  The shadow of his long slender legs was an
enticing sight, stirring a familiar wave of pleasure.

He was at ease here, in his private world, and made no effort to hide his
nature, as he apparently did when in the office.  I noticed the scent of
lilacs and lavender as he kissed me, engendering new sensations that rose
out of the exciting contrast of the touch of the stubble of beard on his
face.  He was like a young virginal girl, ready to give of herself to me,
but as we clung together in our embrace, I could feel his erect cock
rubbing against mine, and I realized that whatever else Jerry was, he was
first a boy.

He sucked my tongue into his mouth as we kissed, busy fingers tugging at
the buttons of my shirt.  His hand slipped in, slightly grazing over the
tips of the nipples that have lately become so sensitive.

Our embrace lasted a long time.  It was wet and deep and caused exciting
darts of excitement to my loins.  He whispered in my ear, but there was no
sound, he said nothing, for there was nothing to say.  His warm breath sent
more shocks of pleasure to my anxious swelling penis.  I was ready.  Hungry
for the warmth and comfort of his young body.

All the buttons were opened now, and shrugging my shoulders I released my
arms from the sleeves of the shirt and it fell to the floor.

Bending forward he took my nipples into his mouth, wetting them with juices
as he sucked on them.  The tremulous current rushing into my cock began at
the back of the shoulders, and finding my spine, used it as the conducting
transit.  It was so sharp that it almost hurt, except that the intense
feeling was sweet and brittle with anticipation.

Somehow, I managed to slip out of my loafers and kick them aside.  One more
hindrence out of the way.  The slacks and shorts were next, and I stood
before him, shed of all my clothes, naked and waiting.  He slipped out of
his cloud-like robe and into my arms, which encircled his satin body and
pulled him against mine.  The luscious and exquisite pleasure of contact
began before we greeted each other with an innocent, "Hello".  And I tasted
the scent of lavender that clung to his pits, and my fingers found
testicles that bulged with the lotion of love.  Ah love!  How sweet he was,
clinging to me like ivy to a wall.

"I love you so, " he said simply, and at that moment I knew that what he
said was true.  This body of young. silky flesh, so pink and gentle,
hanging on to me with desperation, did at that moment love me, honestly and
completely.  And he fell to his knees, and burying his face in my crotch,
he swallowed my cock into his throat and sucked until he sensed that I was
about to come, and then he pulled away.

"I love you, too," I said, and I thought of Chris no more, for the pleasure
of giving my body to this luscious feline, superceded everything that went
before.

As though in a dream, we sat at the table, covered with fine linen, dressed
with silver, crystal and candlelight.  We ate dinner and drank rare wine,
naked as innocent children, except my leg rubbed against his, and my left
hand stroked his soaring member, and innocence was replaced by lust.  I fed
him and he fed me.  And between the luscious bites, we kissed, and he
transferred his food to my open mouth, and it tasted the better for it.
This gift to the senses caused a rising tide of passion that soon took
precedence over everything.  Our hunger for each other grew to an
uncontrollable limit that could no longer be ignored.

He led me into a bedroom, lit only by a single candle, flickering a weak
flame over a giant bed that was spread with satin sheets.  There were
several etchings on one wall that were of handsome, naked men in erotic
poses.  One wall was of windows that looked out over the twinkling lights
of the city, and added a certain glow to the inadequate light of the
candle.  The other walls were mirrored.

There was a blatant admission here of sexuality, a silent warning of
exciting things that had happened in this room, and were to happen again.
I looked into the mirror and saw reflected back to me the boy-girl that I
held in my arms.  A boy with narrow shoulders, the pale flesh was smooth
and taut, flowing down the sloping arch of his spine to gentle rounded
buttocks.  Placing my hands on the firm cheek, and pulling him to me, I
wedded our hard cocks, one to the other, for we were of equal height, and
as they rolled together, the passion continued to rise.

I sucked his tongue into my mouth in fervent kisses.  There was silk in the
warm and pliable flesh that pressed against me, causing waves of sweet
pleasure to ride over my body.  Yes, there was innocence here.  Not the
rushing and demanding lust of before, but only the patient giving of one to
the other.  It was like a Chopin nocturne that eased the passion and
hunger, and relaxed the soul, knowing that the final climax would come only
when it was ready, at the end of the melody.

Slowly, as though with regret and reluctance, his tongue slipped out,
washing my lips with an enticing sensation and his arms fell away,
releasing our embrace.  With a gentle push of his soft hands he placed me
on the bed, positioning me on my back.  I looked into the ceiling.  It was
also mirrored, and I saw each of us reflected back.  A peaches and cream
boy, smiling down upon a hairy and handsome man.  How handsome I am, I
thought, how desireable, macho, lying there naked on the bed.  My cock
seemed enormous as it stretched out from the heavy forest of black pubic
hair.

He kissed me.  Everywhere.  His lips left wet circles on flesh that
tremored with excitement.  And with each kiss, he came closer to my cock.
Take it into your mouth, please.  Love it, suck it, draw the stream of
pleasure out of it.  But he passed the horny member, and slipping to the
floor, he washed his tongue over the arch of my foot, then a nibble of
toes, and a wet trail of saliva up the legs, past the hairy calves and
knees, to the inside of tender thighs, closer and closer with each wet
kiss, to the cock that was waiting so desperately for the warm cave of his
mouth.  Once there, he began his suck.  His tongue wrapped around the
sensitive tip.  A relentless and demanding wave of pleasure rushed over my
entire naked body, and with a final lurch of surrender, cum spurted up the
rigid tube and into his mouth, and the shocks of pleasure turned to sharp
pain.

We lay together, our bodies tied in a loose knot.  I could feel his heart
palpitating against mine, the rhythm of it gradually slowing, and as it
slowed, the demands of my body slowed with it, and a flood of contentment
flashed over me.  Never before had I been so completely fulfilled.
Satisfied in all the aspects of love.


We awakened slowly.  Exploring lips found their way into secret caves,
alighting new fires in places where they had not burned before.  He was
pliable, so giving of himself to me, that I became aggressive in my
approach to him.  Now it was I who bathed his body with wet kisses, seeking
new unapproachable places, following the animal scent of him.  Lapping his
ass-crack, I sensed the slick smoothness of his anus.  The muscle securing
it was tight, challenging me to pursue this most intimate part of him.  I
pushed my tongue inside, connecting our bodies once more, and I fucked him
with my tongue, tremendously excited by my audacious actions.  I had gone
beyond all the limits I had ever heard of, entering new territories that I
never imagined existed.  He liked it, moaning pleasure sounds, while he
thrust his hips closer to me so I could penetrate more deeply into him.
The taste was luscious.  And so I lapped, and sucked, and fucked my tongue
in secret places for a long while, exaltant in my lascivious behavior,
until he pulled away.

"Wait," he whispered, and he rose off the bed.  I watched every movement he
made, deliberate, yet graceful too, as he reached to the table and
extracted a small bottle from the drawer.  I knew that it was an oil, a
lubricant, for I remembered when Chris had a similar bottle, that afternoon
when he fucked me.  I thought of the painful experience and how I didn't
want ever to be fucked again.  He was smiling as he carried the bottle to
the bed.  'No Jerry,' I said to myself, 'I don't want to play this way,
please know that I love you, and will do anything with you, but not be
fucked.  I can't handle it,' But he leaned forward and tipped the bottle
over my cock.  My cock that seemed to be reaching up to it.

The warm, viscous liquid fell upon the exposed head, and slid down the
shaft into the pubic hair.  And then he did an incredible thing.  He
climbed upon the bed, and straddling my hips with each knee on either side,
he reached behind him and held my cock straight, while he eased his
buttocks back upon it.  As he pushed himself downward, my cock entered the
warm sleeve of his rectum.

Once inside, a million tiny muscles grabbed the shaft, tugging it in every
direction, sending waves of delicious pleasure to all the horizons of my
body.  And then he rested.  Sitting on my pelvis, making no movement.

"Don't come, Mr Brent," he whispered, looking down at me, "Please don't
come."

I searched his face, looking for the sign of hurt that I knew was there,
but he was smiling.  His beautiful face blushing aglow with pleasure, his
startling blue eyes alight with excitement.  There was no pain expressed in
his countenance. Instead his expression was that of an angel looking into
paradise.

My orgasm was close, for the sight of him on top of me coupled with the
marvelous feelings in my cock, was just about all the pleasure I could
stand. I closed my eyes, shutting out the exciting vision of him.  And
gradually, my cock got used to the heat of his body, and the enticing grip
of his ass-muscles.  Sensing that I was in control, he began his ride,
posting up and down in a slow movement like a horseman riding english.  I
opened my eyes.  Somehow I was able to look at this lovely boy, who was
giving so much of himself to me. His hands were on his rosebud nipples, his
eyes closed. He had surrendered himself to his secret sexuality, just as I
did to mine.  And as the pleasure began to climb its mountain of
unreachable heights, I took his cock into my hands, masturbating him in the
rhythn that he himself had set.

AAAAAH!  Sweet Jesus!  There never was anything to equal the delicious
pleasure that overwhelmed us.  And the pounding of his buttocks upon my
hips, pushing my over-sensitive cock deeper and deeper inside him, sent
whirls of pleasure that finally manifested itself shooting spurts of sperm
inside him. And his cream shot from his cock onto my chest and face, and I
opened my mouth to catch the taste of it.

Ah!  Sweet Jesus!

He held me in his arms.  His tears blended with mine for we were each
crying salty tears in thanksgiving for the enormous pleasure we gave to
each other. There were no boundaries to our love now.  Even the physical
capacities of sex had no limits, for our horny cocks were erect and
demanded more.

"That was fun, wasn't it Mr Brent?  So great!  Did you like it?"

"I never experienced anything like that, Jerry," I said.  "It was
wonderful, thank you."

"Please Mr Brent, don't thank me I've wanted that for so long.  I told you
I love you, it's true, you know."

"Yes, Jerry, I do know," I said, kissing him tenderly on opened lips, "I
sure do know, my lovely Jerry...."


And then the telephone, sitting on the small table, rang.  I knew who it
was calling before Jerry reached for it.  "It's for you," he said, handing
it to me.  The measure of disappointment and disgust in his voice was
unmistakeble.

The deep-throated chuckle came first suggesting triumph at having found me.
"I'm at the apartment, 237 Hilldale.  You got that?"

"Yes Chris."

"I want you.  Now.  You understand?"

"Yes Chris."

"I want to fuck you.  I want my cock up your ass."

"Yes Chris, I'm coming.  I'll be there as soon as it takes me......"