Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 00:33:48 -0500
From: nathan savage <savagewriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Antonio at Church

I saw Antonio from across the room at my first rehearsal. I had already
entered and found my place among the Baritones, exchanged as much small
talk as I could bear, and relegated myself to what I imagined most others
made believe they weren?t doing ? scoping out the men in the room. It was a
gay man?s chorus ? and not a good one at that. I am a trained musician
years away from the discipline that once knew the harnessing of my talent,
and it came to a room full of jovial gay men, most middle-aged, who descend
upon this mediocre church weekly to have some camaraderie, and on some
other, lower level make some music.

The room had some cute men in it ? one guy a few rows before me had the
lion?s share of the attention. Young and cut, short cropped hair,
well-defined features, slightly built and in a tight sweater, he was the
prototypical attention magnet. Something about him bored the shit out of
me, and if anything it was my curiosity in this boredom that had me linger
on his portrait at all.

I may have been third or fourth on that list ? I drew ample attention in
the room, and in my customary way I smiled back, innocent and clueless as a
way of fending off the cruising eyes. I?m good looking ? a striking face
I?ve been told, though my nose is a bit larger than I?d like and my chest a
bit too hairy ? nonetheless I knew my position and enjoyed the attention. I
have dark brown hair and a good physique, and on this day was dressed in my
classic Monday outfit of khakis, weird shoes, and a white button down (the
product of too little sleep and a hangover). It?s a classic look ? one I
always associate with Paul Newman back in the ?Cat on a Hot Tin Roof Days.?

So when Antonio walked in the room I was shaken by how immediately I took
interest. He wasn?t necessarily my type ? short, maybe 5?6?, dark skinned
and most likely Mexican, with smooth skin and a nice, tight body. His tight
white college t-shirt ? Columbia it read ? clung to his body, a modest but
toned youth he was. I pinned him as maybe 23. I?m not usually into the
younger set, being 30 myself, and so when my dick jumped at seeing him I
knew something strange, cosmic, unexplainable ? or just plain sexual ? was
in the mix. He looked at me. I looked right away. He noticed, and snuck
back a glance (which I saw out of the corner of my left eye).

His face was reminiscent of a sly fox ? something angular and pointed about
his bone structure ? and his eyes lit with a mischievous energy that sought
compliment in his grin. Sincere, though sexy as hell. I checked him out
through slight glances, trying my best not to be overt. His eyes caught
mine again and my dick grew harder. Thin khakis pants, requiring of an
obvious adjustment, and in this room, several people understood. Nothing
like being among a bunch of gay men who have years of cruising and sexual
observation under their belts.

We sang through some songs, during which I somehow kept my concentration
while running my head through the options. This is not why I came ? I came
for friendship and music making. It had been 6 months since I split with my
partner of several years, and it was time I got out and make some new
connections. I wanted to stay away from sex as an overt tool for engaging
people, as it never went anywhere.

But Antonio, he struck me.

During the break, I made a point to circle the room and introduce myself
around. Though I feigned interest in meeting people, the whole gesture fell
short of the genuine as I tracked my way to Antonio slowly but surely. I
walked up and introduced myself, interrupting conversation.

?Michael?

?Oh, hey ? Antonio?and this is Murray?

The guy he was with smiled, and I smiled back, returning to Antonio?s
smile.

?Good name, Antonio. Need to remember that ? I?m not great with names.
People tell me you should jump up and down and scream when you meet someone
so their name will be burned on their memory.?

Antonio smirked, looked around, and did just that. He grabbed my shoulders,
jumped up and down, and screamed ?Antonio! Antonio!? On his way back to
normality he broke into laughter, and as I looked around to mild reaction I
realized just how nice a room of gay men ? with high tolerance for drama ?
can be. I also got a hold of Antonio?s arms, strong and lean ? and felt my
dick jump again. This guy just radiated whatever I needed.

We chatted briefly on the way back to rehearsal. Through the end of
rehearsal I dreamt of getting back home to jerk off to thoughts of this
boy. Little did I know that I?d get the chance of a fantasy earlier than
that.

When the crowd dispersed at the end of the rehearsal, I went to leave the
small church and passed into the hallway toward the bathroom. I sensed
someone?s presence behind me, and turned to see Antonio coming my way. His
eyes had that devilishness to them, and as I cocked my head and squinted my
eyes to form a face as if to ask ?what exactly is that look for?? he passed
me and walked further down the hallway, which was dark at the end. I
watched him pass, his nice, shapely butt shifting slightly back and forth
in his jeans, and just as I thought my glance lingered too long, he turned
his head and glanced back, jerking his head, asking me to join him.

Now my head said no, but I only realized this after I began walking. What
followed was the most intense and visceral sexual experience I have had in
years.

I walked down the hall, turned down a small corridor, and saw Antonio slip
into a small room. I walked to the door, saw that it was a janitor?s
closet, and shook my head in disbelief as yet again my head followed short
of my actions. I was in the room, small, moist and smelling of cleaning
fluid, and as I reached out my hand it met Antonio?s chest, his arms over
his head as he tore off his t-shirt. I grabbed him by the shoulders and
drew him to me, our lips meeting in a violent clash of breath, and
shuddered as my entire body drew him in, his breath masculine and hot.

Both of us immediately let out moans of distinct and unruly pleasure, and
as I grabbed his waist and drew our crotches together, both instantly
filled with hard cocks, the sensation of pleasure overtook me and I arched
my back and moaned as Antonio kiss my neck and grabbed my shirt.

He broke the fucking buttons! I remember thinking as Antonio ripped apart
my shirt. He ran his fingers down my hairy chest, catching my nipples in an
ecstatic gasp, and my legs nearly collapsed as his hands grabbed the rim of
my pants, fished open the belt, and opened my pants to partially free up
the tent in my boxer briefs.

?Jesus, what are we d?.?

?shhhhh?just let me. I want you to fuck me, and I want it now. Just do as I
say.?

My senses got the best of me, and I didn?t protest. There was something hot
about this young boy, sure of what he wanted, telling me how it was. It was
dominant and submissive at the same time. I would allow him his fantasy ?
and he?d give me a new one in return.

Antonio slipped my boxer briefs over my hard cock, let my pants slip down
my legs, and unbuttoned his jeans to reveal his own hard erection. He
stepped out of his jeans and underwear and held to my shoulders as he
hoisted himself up onto the shelf behind us. Propping his legs up on the
shelf as well, so that his ass was in front of me, his legs spread wide and
resting on the shelf, he looked at me with the most wild and frantic sexual
glance I?d ever seen.

Just at this moment he reached down and grabbed my hard dick. At 7 inches,
I was proud of my cock, which throbbed in his hand. He drew his hand up my
cock, his thumb rubbing up my vein, and as he did this I moaned and
shuddered as he extracted an enormous amount of pre cum from the tip of my
cock. What he did next with it made me so hot I almost could have cum right
in his hand.

With the pre cum in a pool in his hand, he took his two main fingers and
moved them to his asshole, puckering right in front of my midsection. The
light was dim, but nonetheless I could see his features. He then spread his
asshole with his lubed fingers, my precum dripping from them, and lubed
himself up, slipping both fingers inside himself as he arched his head back
and groaned. I looked down at his own hard dick as it twitched, and knew
that he was ready for me.

He then turned to his dick. Making the same move as with mine, Antonio
drained the pre cum from his slit and spread his fist around to lube up his
palm. He then took my dick in his hand, stroked it back and forth several
times, and spread the pre cum over the entire shaft. I looked him deep in
the eyes, as he guided my cock to his asshole. As the tip of my cock
reached the entrance to his anus, I held the stare as I leaned in and
kissed Antonio deeply. I closed my eyes and held the kiss as I moved my
midsection slowly forward, entering Antonio slowly as he groaned in both
pleasure and pain. Antonio grabbed my ass from behind as the majority of my
7 inches slid in side him.

His ass was so tight and hot, I wasn?t sure how long I could last. As I
entered him fully, I stayed there and opened my eyes to find Antonio?s eyes
closed, head arched back, and mouth wide open. He was in a completely other
world. And I wanted to join him.

I closed my eyes, grabbed Antonio?s ass cheeks, and as he had his hands on
mine to, I began to rock back and forth, sliding in and out of his tight
hole in rhythm with both our breathing. My entire body was filled with
pleasure, as Antonio met my movements with counter movements ? my dick
sliding inside him as he pushed toward me, my dick finding all positions
within him. I was so hot after a few moments of this that I knew I wouldn?t
last. His breathing increased its pace and his gasps grew louder, and I
knew he was close.

Just then Antonio opened his eyes and stopped moving. He held me in place,
too, and shot me a serious look that said ?don?t move.? I wasn?t sure what
was happening, but soon understood. As we were both about to cum, Antonio
stopped our movement, my dick deep inside his asshole, and shocked me into
prolonging my orgasm. As I understood, I just held position, every cell in
my body telling me to push on, to shoot my load inside this hot boy. Our
eyes held position, our bodies rigid, our breathing ever faster. The
temptation to pull out and thrust back in was unbearable, but sweetly
erotic at the same time. Finally I sensed contractions deep inside Antonio,
as I felt the very base of his cock begin to pump against my own dick
buried deep within him, and at that Antonio let out a gasp of air I will
never forget. He then started moving wildly, grabbing his dick in his hand,
and moved his midsection violently against the cock in his anus. My dick
slid out, then in, and as Antonio buried his head in my shoulder his cock,
stroking in his hand, spurt with the most energetic cumshot I have ever
seen. His cum shot up to my chest, and I could take no more.

My back arched back once more as I prepared my final thrust, and in my dick
shot to the depths of his ass, sending the first shot of my cum deep inside
him. I was uncontrollable as I pumped deeper and deeper into him. It was
only on my tenth or eleventh thrust that I realized how much noise we were
making. Both our bodies shuddered as we calmed down, my dick still hard as
a rock inside him. Our sweaty bodies clung to each other. We had made quite
a mess.

Thankfully we were in a janitor?s closet. The products we needed were
there.

Antonio pulled back from our embrace and stared in my eyes.

?Uh, never before. I swear. Never that hot.?