Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 10:09:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Buddy sojourner <monumentalparadox@yahoo.com>
Subject: BREAKFAST-- a mature love story-- Chapter 1.
Copyright c 2001 by Sojourner
BREAKSFAST
TIME is so important in our lives; or at least, it
should be. How often do you hear someone say; "I wish I had
time for. If I only had the time. I need more time to. With
enough time I could."or something like; "Time just slipped
away. I don't know where the time went. There is just never
enough time. The time just seemed to pass me by." Human
beings are constantly referring to time; just about all of
life, even death, revolves around it. Time means everything
and so does TIMING. Timing can make or break you in
business, careers or jobs opportunities, in finances, or in
social encounters. But TIME and TIMING truly ARE everything
when it comes to romance and matters of the heart.
As young gay men, some of us go through our entire
lives missing all the right opportunities to find that one
true love; being caught up in the fast pace lifestyle of
searching for the next sexual partner. The whole gay world,
for the most part, seems to revolve around finding and
scoring that next hot trick and then quickly moving on to
find yet another. When someone special does come along, many
of us simply blow the prospects for true happiness by
running headlong into the fears, petty jealousies and the
mistrusts we feel for our prospective lovers. If for no
other reason, for the simple fact that we too have done all
the things we wish not to have as characteristics in our
man. Not to mention all those preconceived motions of the
physical type of man we are looking for. Either he is too
tall or too short, too hairy or too smooth, too young or too
old, too skinny or too fat, or any of the numerous other
physical characteristics we want our man to have or not
have. We are all men and as much as we try to not admit it,
men are all PIGS and DO tend to think FIRST with their
dicks.
When the time is right and we are lucky enough to
run into a special man; sometimes, our brains begin to tell
us that this might just be the one. Somewhere down the line,
our hearts try to take over, causing an upheaval between
what we think is love and what might possibly only be lust.
But again, it usually all comes back to and starts with the
dick. Hopefully, by the time our brains and hearts wake up
to what is right in front of our faces, and what the dick
already knows, it is not too late to find and have that
perfect relationship. And sometimes, just sometimes, when
we least expect it, LOVE slaps us across the tops of our
heads, knocks the wind out of us and leaves us in a state of
complete and total amazement. No one is perfect UNTIL they
fall in love. But when the TIMING for an encounter happens
and the TIME is right; we fall in love and have no choices
except to go with what our heats, minds and; of course,
dicks tell us to do. Hopefully, we open ourselves up to
everything that we have run from for most of our lives, and
let time take over.
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You are about to embark upon an encounter where
TIME and TIMING was everything. So, with that said. let's
get going.
I was completely illiterate when it came to
computers and the Internet. For years I had vowed that I
would never own one of those confounded, damn machines but
everyone around me seemed to be talking about how great they
were; how much fun you could have on them. Friends told me
that I could use a computer for my business files and taxes,
that I could actually go anywhere in the world and could
even have some fun on-line, chatting with different people.
I eventually became curious enough. So one frosty fall
Colorado morning, out I went to price and familiarize myself
with the styles of the different computers. By the time I
left the first store, I had bought my first pc along with a
printer, scanner and all the other necessities for Internet
activity.
I hurried home and set up my new play toy, not
knowing the first thing about what I should do next. I was
so stupid, I thought all I had to do was to plug the damn
thing into a telephone jack and I would be "on line". Well,
that sure didn't work! After a couple more frustrating days
of learning about servers and configuring this electronic
nightmare, I was finally connected and "on line".
Before long, with the help and guidance of my
stepdaughter and some friends, I was surfing the net with
ease. By mid winter I had learned to design my own web page;
text with pictures included, and up-loaded it to the net.
Against the advice of several people while making my web
page, I figured, why not just be open and honest and put
everything in. I told all the statistical information of my
age, height, weight, and HIV status that most gay men seem
to look for first when scanning through someone's personal
pages. I did an entire section called `Quest for Love' on my
likes and dislikes in gay relationships, what I was like
sexually, about my past loves and what I hoped to find in
future encounters. I told about the business I owned and my
plans to sell it, my gay political connections, my social
life and what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I
left nothing to the imagination, with the exception of
loading any nude photos of myself. Being a `good `ol
southern boy', I thought it would be too tacky to load those
types of pictures to my web page.
I downloaded an ICQ program to my computer mainly
to be able to chat, in real time, with different family
members and a few close friends. I soon found out that I
could meet some interesting men, from all over the world, by
using that program. I discovered the chat rooms of gay.com
and began going into the Mature Men, Bears and Poz rooms in
both the Mountain and Pacific regions. My web surfing took
me to other sites where I could browse personal ads for
hours, pulling up the profiles of men, reading their ads and
looking at their pictures. I ran across a site called the
Poz Room Index. This Poz Room Index was mainly for people;
who are HIV positive, to list their profiles with links to
their web pages and e-mail addresses. I thought it would
be harmless enough to list myself, so I uploaded my picture
and information to it. This gave me the courage to go back
into the other personal sites I had been checking out and
place an ad in those sites as well. I linked my web pages
and e-mail addresses to all of them in hopes of someone
finding me for friendship, romance or just plain old
conversation. Like so many others, I was ever searching for
that one man out there who I just knew was also looking for
me.
Over the next few months I entered into different
chat rooms and looked around all sorts of web sites. I found
that I was completely hooked on the Internet and began
spending more and more time each night surfing for gay sites
and, of course, gay men.
I uploaded and downloaded. I scanned, saved and
filed. I added software. I bought hardware. I became a
complete computer nerd. I was so busy checking out the world
of the dot com.'s that I even forgot all about having listed
myself out in the cyber world. That is, until one day in
May, when I received e-mail from a stranger with a picture
of himself attached.
My first reaction was, "What the FUCK! Who in the
hell could this be from?" as I enthusiastically opened the
mail.
Like the pig queen I am; I HAD to look at the
picture before reading what was written. It was of a husky,
tanned man; wearing only white brief jockey shorts with an
unmistakable bulge. Needless to say, both the body and the
way the shorts were nicely filled out completely got my
attention. I opened the text part of the mail, still trying
to figure out who this man was and where he had gotten my e-
mail address. My heart pounded in my chest as I read what
this stranger had to say.
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Well I am blown away by your bio. You sound too
good to be true. And so handsome! Hmmmm... Well, I should
tell you something of me. In case you might be
interested... I have been HIV for the past 10 years and
doing extremely well. I stand 6'2". I weigh 210# have a full
head of dark brown hair, goatee, hairy chest and legs and
ass, well hung, blue eyes, in relatively good shape (I go to
the gym at least twice a week, just to keep it together.)
I am deeply spiritual, deeply sensual, can be very
sophisticated, and yet very down to earth. I am civilized
enough to enjoy classical music, and nasty enough to be
completely uninhibited sexually. I don't have any notions
about how it is supposed to be in bed. Generally I am a
top, and yet I am looking for a mate that will allow me to
experiment with lovemaking. In other words, I am not really
into roles, so much as lovemaking.
I have had three relationships that didn't pan out, and
I am now looking for a life partner. Ups, downs, in-
betweens, I can handle all of those. What I can't handle
is dishonesty. That means in all aspects of a
relationship. So I wanted to be very clear about that from
the start. My last lover was sleeping around on me, and
although I sort of knew it, I didn't confront him on it.
And I learned that by not dealing with it, I had guaranteed
the relationship was going to end. The funny thing is... I
am extremely sexual.... I could get into a three way, if my
lover wanted to. I have done that before, and found them
lots of fun. If that makes me a slut, well, so be it. Sex
is fun, and I want a lover who thinks the same way. I also,
don't want to be the one that always initiates sex. I want
to have a lover that "attacks me in the morning." Just
like I will attack him too. Hee Hee!
Now for the dull stuff... I live in California. I have
a large house in Laguna Beach. I own my own businesses. I
am a contractor and a realtor. Financially I am pretty
secure for my age. I have a couple of rentals, which
provide nice income, and I don't have any debts. I have a
cottage on an island in Canada, which is remote and a little
primitive yet very cozy. ( My grandfather built it.) I
just bought a 2-bedroom house in Honolulu, Hawaii, with
maid's quarters. I just spent 5 weeks restoring and
repainting it, and cleaning up the gardens. It is above
Waikiki in the Manoa Valley by the University. And thought
it would be fun to retire there with my life mate one of
these days. Or maybe just shuttle between homes. I have
a little dog ( Bichon Frise) I am an artist at heart and
would love to oil paint. I also like to write, and would
enjoy pursuing that in the future. maybe when I retire. So
selling my businesses here doesn't mean that I don't want to
accomplish something else in my life. I can totally relate
to what you are doing. selling your business. I have been
considering that for quite a while. I think I may train my
nephew to one-day take mine over for me. That way, the
income will remain. I haven't really decided what to do
yet.
In the meantime, I thought it would be a good idea to
find my life mate. I think God will work in mysterious
ways, and providing my sexual, spiritual, emotional lover.
HOPEFULLY, That is one way my life will start to shift and
move.
So if you are interested at all.... maybe . What the
heck... what have we got to loose?
Here is a picture of me. Hope you like it.
Hope to hear from you
I had no idea where he had seen my bio; which ad he
had come across. I had up-loaded so many. Where ever it was
that he found my web pages; he must have liked what he read
and saw. After all, he sent me this mail with his picture.
This was my first on-line encounter of this or any type, the
prospects where both frightening and exciting. I went back
and studied his picture again and again. He appeared to be
the type of man that I would consider just my type under any
normal circumstance but there was certainly nothing normal
about this.
"Wow!" I snickered to myself. "This is the first
person to respond to one of my ads. Now what the fuck am I
suppose to do next?"
I took a couple of anxious, fearful days of soul
searching before I could muster up the courage to reply to
this guy's mail. When I did finally respond, I tried to make
it sound as if I had just gotten his mail that day. I did
not want to appear to be too eager.
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Thank you for your e-mail. I received it tonight after I
finished watching "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend". (Nice
old romantic comedy.) I must say that it took me completely
by surprise and I thank you for the nice compliments. You
didn't say where you had come across the bio or my web page.
Anyway, your mail arrived and really lifted my spirits after
a stressful day at work.
You said that I sounded too good to be true. Well, I have
to say that from what you wrote to me; I have to turn that
back on you. Your e-mail almost sounding as if it had been
scripted by one of my friends who knows the type of man I am
looking for. As I read on, I kept thinking that this was
some cruel joke a friend was playing on me. However, I began
to wonder if this was in fact legitimate. I even began to be
excited and intrigued by the possibilities of it being real.
By the time I had finished the first couple of paragraphs, I
felt that you were for real.
I am new to this Internet stuff as far as being a way to
meet people. I use the net mainly to chat with life long
friends and family. I did a web page for people to know who
they were chatting with when I go into the gay.com chat
rooms. I do not go into those rooms too often and when I do
it is usually the POZ room on the Pacific floor. I usually
use ICQ to chat with people I know.
Sorry, I digressed. From your mail, it seems we have
quite a lot in common. It is nice to hear of others having
like mind-sets when it comes to love, relationships and
sexuality. It seems to be way too difficult to meet nice men
much less even begin to develop some form of a relationship.
I especially like the way you said that you cannot handle
dishonesty. My last lover (an ass hole) was a compulsive
liar and cheat. Even his mother warned me about it before we
moved in together. But I had made a commitment and we were
raising his daughter together, so I had to stick it out.
Even though we didn't make it, we are still the best of
friends (and he is still an ass hole) and the kid has given
us 4 wonderful grandkids. I was just way too young to be a
grandparent. LOL!
Again I digress. As I read on in your mail, I wondered
why you began that one paragraph as "the dull stuff". That
is a part of your life and something to be very proud of.
You apparently have made a comfortable life for yourself and
understand just how hard it is to consider selling a
business and moving into a different, new stage of life. I
have been struggling with this for the past year. I have my
shop on the market but no takers YET! I keep saying that it
is because the time is just not right yet. I am a firm
believer in that when things are supposed to happen...they
do. It's all in the timing!
It was interesting that you said that you wanted to
write. That is something that I have always wanted to try my
hand at, but have been too afraid to begin anything other
than a few short stories, and just tinkering around with
ideas and formats.
And finally, I came to your picture. You had already
captured my interest by this time and then I opened your
picture. All I could say was "Damn, that is one good-looking
man". I printed it out and have looked at it most of the
evening; trying to decide just how to respond to you. Like I
said earlier, I am not use to this Internet stuff. Like you
said, "What have we got to loose". So, I will take the
plunge and say HEY!!!
I would really enjoy corresponding with you and getting
to know you better. Who knows? We could turn out to be the
best of friends. or!
Sorry this has been such a long e-mail. I do hope to hear
from you again and once more "Thank You" for such a nice e-
mail. Hope you have a good day. You certainly made mine!
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I printed off a copy of his picture and took it to
work with me the next day. My mind raced all day, wondering
about all the possibilities that could come from this
correspondence. Work was hell having to anxiously wait to
see if I would hear from him again. My mind was running on
over-time. I had doubts and was curious about who he really
was and what he really was up to. My insecurities and
suspicions went wild. Maybe, this was some kind of a joke
after all.
The very first thing I did when I got home that
evening was to turn on my computer and hurriedly open my
mail. Sure enough, there it was. another e-mail from him.
My first thought was, "Man, this guy doesn't waste
any time!" I began to read.
Thanks for the quick reply. He He. Well, the
truth is, I am telling the truth! With HIV, I cannot see
the point in lying. It has made me realize
how very precious every moment is. So I won't burden
others or myself with "fudging the facts". So what you see
is what you get.
I so enjoyed your response. We have a great deal
in common. I ended up taking care of my last lover's son
every weekend. And since John was such a complete liar, his
son had to look to me for any guidance. Eventually, when
we parted, it was suggested that his son stay away from his
father and maintain a relationship with his mother only.
My ex lover was really a piece of work. I wish him well,
and hope he finds his inner self soon. All I know is that
it is too exhausting dealing with lies and fabrication.
I am pretty open and honest. So in our
correspondence that is what you will get. I don't know
what will become of this, but if we tell the truth from the
start, at least we have a chance. If we don't,,, all is
lost
anyway.
Wish I could meet with you immediately, but know
that that is not really possible. I will look forward to
that someday in the future. I suppose if you are trying to
sell your business, you might want to find a business broker
in your area, or go on line under "business for sale". There
are a few web sites that are interesting. I have looked at
them, and they seem promising. It is difficult to sell your
own business, and is usually better to have a professional
do the listing for you. The 10% charge is usually worth
it.
Well, I have to get dressed and ready for work. I
will email you
later. But I wanted to thank you right now for making my
day.
Here is another picture of me, so you know what you
are possibly getting. If you know what I mean. I figure
there is nothing to hide here.
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This time I read the text first, before opening the
picture he had sent. But when I did; to my surprise, it was
almost the same picture as had been sent before. with the
exception of one thing missing. His underwear! I about fell
off my chair.
"Damn, this queer sure is bold" I thought, "to send
this kind of picture." I was not complaining but my southern
sense of values took over and I felt that it might have been
nicer to get to know him a little better before receiving a
nude picture. "Who the fuck are you?"
There he was in all of his glory; his pecker
standing up and sticking straight out. It looked like some
sort of weapon. I had to laugh and tried to think of just
how I was going to compose my response and myself. That is
when a third e-mail came in. I quickly opened it and began
to read.
By the way, what is ICQ ? And how do you use that to
chat with people. I am not familiar with that technology.
Just thought I would ask.
I have a busy day in front of me... and am having dinner
with
friends tonight. I do love giving small dinner parties
for friends. I have a beautiful 19th century dining room,
with Sarouk Persian carpets and crystal chandeliers, etc.
so I can set a lavish table. I worked as a chef for a
while; so cooking is something I really enjoy. Lately I
have been tending towards vegetarianism, after having read
some horrible tales about the way they process meat in this
country. Gosh what is wrong with people that they would do
such things to animals? So I guess I should buy organic or
kosher, just to make sure I am not eating poison.
I am not a fanatic about my health, but on the other
hand, I do try to
take care of myself. Mostly, I just listen to myself and do
what feels
right. I do meditation regularly, and attend Siddha Yoga
group on Wednesday nights. Both my sister and I are
participants in yoga. I have been doing that for years. I
was raised a Methodist, but somehow I got more value out of
the eastern approach to spirituality. Maybe it was the
differences that changed the perspective. In any event, I
have been to India several times, to Mainland China, (I
speak Mandarin, major in college) and around the world
several times, too. Now days, I would rather travel with a
partner, so I can share the joy of seeing the wonders of the
world. Isn't it more fun, when you can ooh and ahh about
something to someone else?
So, I guess I do have a couple of questions for you
too. What are
your preferences sexually? Top, bottom, versatile, etc.
I am not into
kinky stuff myself, so I hope that is not a barrier. Do
you want a
relationship, which is closed, or do you envision a
relationship where we
invite others to participate in our sex lives together. I
am not really
into having an "OPEN" relationship in terms of you having
sex without me. But I can see the excitement of a three-
way, as long as you and I are participating together. Also,
I think it is important for us to have a few guidelines in
terms of safety. Like it is probably a good idea to use
condoms for anal intercourse, just so we don't pass varying
resistances to each other. But I don't use condoms for oral
sex at all. I don't think there is substantial risk
involved and frankly it would feel weird. When I suck a
cock, I want to suck a cock, not a piece of rubber. I do
have some porno here, and although I have looked at them
from time to time, I much prefer having sex with a human
being. I guess it is ok to set the mood, but frankly, when
I get going, I forget the porno is going. I get
concentrated on the interaction between people. I also
love massage, and have a massage table, in case you would
like to do massage exchanges. I think that is a great way
of maintaining excitement in a marriage, don't you?
Well, I have rambled on enough. Hope you are having a
great day.... and hope that I hear from you and that I have
not completely blown you away. If I haven't, you know it is
only an hours' flight from your house to mine. He he.
You might want to take a long weekend to visit. Just a
thought.
Take care...
I usually would have to think of just the right
thing to say and just the right way to say it, but from this
e-mail, this fool had me questioning way too many things. I
didn't know if corresponding with this man was such a good
idea or not. For one thing, he had sent that nude picture,
talked about me flying out to meet him and about us having a
sexual and lover type relationship, way too soon. He had
mentioned the three-way thing too many times, which made me
wonder if that was really what he was looking for in any
relationship. I also felt that he was trying to impress me
with his worldliness and material possessions way too much.
I was getting somewhat uncomfortable with this entire scene.
I began my e-mail back to him with a somewhat leery, smart-
assed attitude.
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You still haven't told me where you came across my
web page address. It is obvious that you have seen my page;
otherwise you would not have seen my bio and pictures or
that I was trying to sell my business. I pretty much laid
most everything out there in my web pages. Sure, that is not
all there is to me, but it is fairly much a reliable start.
I am pretty much just a plain, struggling, down to
earth, poor country boy, trying to make my way in this mixed
up world we live in. I am not impressed with and do not care
about material possessions. If I have it. I have it. If
not.oh well. It is not that important. I have seen way too
many people (especially queens) whose whole world revolves
around what they have and/or who they know. How SAD!!!!
As I said in my web site, I have ZERO Tolerance for
cheats and/or liars. Glad you feel the same way. I am not as
sure as you seem to be about wasting time with details. I
feel that all I have is time and finding out about someone
is a lot of the fun. Don't get me wrong, I do not and will
not hide or try to deceive anyone. I am brutally honest to a
fault. I am WAY TOO outspoken and opinionated. If someone
asks me a question; then they better expect my answer. They
do not have to agree with it but they will get my opinion.
Back to the time thingie, I have lived the past
14 years as a single gay man and have become extremely self
reliant and self-sufficient. I have had to be. I tend to be
somewhat stubborn and have to do things for myself. I try
not to infringe on family or friends when I can get
something done for myself. Anyway, having lived alone all
these years, I guess I have settled into a rut of just doing
things by myself and for myself. Not always the most
pleasant way to live but it is the way I live.
What does this have to do with TIME? Well, 14 years
ago when I first tested positive, my doctors said that I had
3 to 6 months to live. I told the doctors to "Fuck
OFF". That kind of news does mess with your head and
emotions. But I took the bull by the horns like I usually do
and went about the business of my life. Over the years I
have adjusted to life as a poz person and have sometimes
allowed it to control my life choices. Not Anymore.
A couple of years ago I decided to start making
changes in my life, to not merely exist in this world but to
really live in it again. That's where the time comes in to
play. After years of watching the so-called parade always
passing me by, it is sometimes difficult to join back in the
whole procession. Times have changed so much since I was out
there in the dating world. I have gotten older and the rules
of the "game" have truly changed. I am not sure I even know
how to do the cruising thing anymore and as far as actually
dating someone. well that just plain scares the shit out of
me. I am cautious, sometimes too much so for my own good. I
do not feel a great rush to jump into the pool until I am
sure that the water is not too deep or too cold. I feel that
I have waited this long so a little while longer
certainly won't hurt me.
Sexually I am not that active. Meaning that I do
not go out looking for sex, mainly because I find most of
the men I see in the bars to be losers. Either they are out
for only sex and are playing all these stupid games, or they
are the same old bar drunks and druggies who are in the bars
every night. So when I do go out, it is usually to just be
around friends. I apparently get the message across to most
people from my body language, not to mess with me. I do not
cruise and if someone even looks like they might be
interested, I get nervous and instinctively tuck my tail
between my legs and run the other way. This is a trait that
I am trying to change. I have been thrown off of many horses
and have always managed to get back in the saddle, but this
dating thing is a horse that I am having trouble climbing
back on.
Now, you asked several questions in your e-mail. First of
all about my sexual preference. As I said on my web page, "I
am an extremely aggressive versatile bottom who likes to
share control. Shared control is a LOVER, being in control
of or controlled by, is a TRICK." I am also not into kinky
stuff. However, what one person thinks might be kinky,
another might consider it the norm. I like man-to-man love
making, and when it is two men who truly love and crave each
other.........nothing should be held back from experiencing
each other's body, mind and soul fully while making love. I
am a complete fool for romance.
As far as open relationships... which you have
mentioned several times...well that is not my cup of tea. I
have had 2 lovers in the past and I never cheated on either
of them. My last one cheated on me all the time but I
figured at least it kept him off my back...literally!!! I
stayed home with the kid. Besides, we lived 42 miles out in
the country from Houston. Anyway, when I am in a marriage
(and that is what I believe it to be), I am totally loyal
and expect my partner to be as well and I most definitely
expect it to be a marriage in every sense of the word. I
guess I am just a good `ol Texas boy. I do not go into a
relationship easily, and take them extremely serious. I am
really very old fashion, down to earth and somewhat
Victorian when it comes to matters of the heart.
So as far as the third party being added into a
relationship like you have mentioned several times. I agree
that adding another sexual partner works for some people and
can add some amount of spice to a relationship. However, I
tend to be a bit possessive and territorial when it comes to
hearth and home and especially my man.
My best friend who I have known all my life and his
lover; live in Palm Springs, have been together for going on
19 years and they have always had an open relationship but
only when they each agreed. They still act as if they had
just met last week. It is too cute! It works for them but
they had built a solid loving relationship between the two
of them before they ever started all of that crap. They have
relationship built on total trust and loyalty so for them to
add a trick for a little variety. works fine for them. I
couldn't and wouldn't ever do that. I hope that answered
your question.
Most of the people I run around with are in long
marriages. One couple here in Denver just had their 26th
anniversary and another is heading on their 17th. I have
other friends who I knew when I lived in Houston who have
been together for their entire adult life. I must say that I
admire all of these couples and am somewhat envious. All I
have ever really wanted was to have a long-term relationship
built on love, respect, trust and loyalty. I will not settle
for anything less.
Back to your questions and comments. As far as sex,
yes you MUST play safe. I agree with everything you said and
the massage table sounds WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL Anyway,
since I am not out in the gay life that much as far as
tricking and all, I have quite a large selection of porn
films. They help, but in NO WAY take the place of a man's
warm strong body.
As far as maintaining excitement in a marriage...creative
minds will always find ways to juice up a love affair. One
way could be to take turns setting up a special date once a
month for the other person and then the next month it would
be the other persons turn to do the same. Or how about
coming home to a table draped in black leather with hot pink
and purple confetti sprinkled around it and a candle lit
lobster dinner with 3 different wines? The desert would be
to make love on the table! Is that too kinky for you? Or how
about saddling two horses, taking a long ride to a remote
spot and have a wonderful long picnic lunch. Then unsaddle
the horses and making love on the blankets until the sun
goes down. Still too kinky? Or how about going camping at a
lake where all the bass fishermen camp. In the middle of the
night the two of you sneak up to the campground showers and
have a go at each other under the shower spray hoping a
fisherman doesn't walk in on you as you devour each other's
bodies? I know...I AM getting kinky now!!!!!!!!! LOL But
just food for thought!!!!!!!!!! There are many, many ways to
keep an affair alive and growing.
Ok my new friend; this has been a real long e-mail. I
hope that I haven't frightened you completely off with all
my ramblings. You asked for honesty and that is what I will
give you. in abundance.
I enjoyed hearing back from you today and was a bit
surprised by your second picture. Don't misunderstand. It
was GREAT. but just a shock to receive it. You are a very
good-looking man and I like where most of your head seems to
be. You must know that you are capturing my complete
attention. LOL
Have a GREAT DAY!!!!!!!!! And hope to hear from you
soon.
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I hoped my e-mail hadn't been too harsh. He had
made some important statements and had asked some very
direct questions. I felt that I should give him a complete
and honest response, so I had tried to answer his questions
exactly the way I truly felt; to let him know the type of
person I was and what I was all about. No bull shit. Nothing
hidden.
No sooner than I had hit the send button, I
thought. "Well, that should really piss him off! I will
probably never hear from him again after he reads all of
that."
But I did hear from him again, a lot. Our
electronic correspondence became an on-going, daily
occurrence.
I told all my friends in Denver about my new
stranger from the Internet. I e-mailed my friends in Palm
Spring and told them all about this guy I was corresponding
with. I became totally infatuated with this new way of
electronic meeting and kind of dating. I shared with
everyone what he and I were sending back and forth to each
other over this invisible Internet connections.
In the following weeks, I relaxed about receiving
mail from this guy and found myself even looking forward to
getting home each night just to check my e-mail. Getting his
mail became an important part of my routine. He loaded an
ICQ program to his computer so we could have real-time,
private chats on-line. Sometimes just to be different, we
would meet in the Poz chat room on gay.com. Over the course
of the next few months, we told each other almost everything
about our lives and what we hoped for in our future. We
talked about our likes and dislikes, our ex-loves, our
families and even some of our fantasies. As time passed and
we became more comfortable with one another, our e-mails and
conversations in our on-line chats became more explicit and
sexual in nature. I even worked up the nerve to trade some
rather revealing nude photos of myself with this man. We
began to have what could only be described as an anonymous
on-line affair; which was somehow extremely erotic. We never
had any other form of communication; never felt the need to
talk by phone or have any other contact, besides our e-mails
or chatting on ICQ or in one of the chat rooms.
One day in mid August, we were chatting on ICQ and
he asked me if I had ever been to Palm Springs; since I had
friends living there.
Before I had time to begin typing in a response, I
couldn't believe what my eyes saw as his next statement
began filling my computer screen.
"That would be a wonderful place for our first
meeting, don't you think? It's a neutral gay location for
both of us and it might make things feel more at ease for a
romantic liaison." He quickly added. "We could spend a long
weekend together and really get to know each other."
Without even a second thought, my fingers began
typing in the words I knew I wanted him to see on his
screen. "God! I would love to meet you in Palm Springs.
When?" I knew I sounded eager but what the hell.
"As soon as possible. I don't think I can keep up
this computer dating stuff much longer." His response came.
"I have to meet you. What's your schedule like the first
part of September?" he too had an urgent sound, even if it
was just typing on his keyboard and displayed on my computer
screen.
I knew I would do whatever it took; changing my
work schedule, to fit this long awaited trip in. "Either the
second or third weekend should be good for me." I typed in.
Before I could finish typing my reply, he had
already begun typing in the next thing on his mind. "Great!
I'll start making the reservations and let you know what the
plans are. This is going to be so wonderful. Finally getting
to see you face to face and not having to do all this God
damn typing shit."
I laughed and I typed in, "ROTFLMAO" which means,
in computer language, rolling on the floor laughing my ass
off.
Although the past few months had been exciting and
wonderful in many ways, meeting and seeing him up close and;
hopefully, personal was going to be just what the doctor
ordered. He seemed to be feeling pretty much the same. He
told me that he would check on airline tickets and resort
availabilities and let me know as soon as he had them locked
in place. We closed off our chat for the night.
The excitement of an up-coming meeting with him was
something I just had to share with my friends in Palm
Springs. I sent them e-mail, telling them of the plans we
were making. Besides, I would be able to see them again and
wanted him to meet them as well.
The man must have been on a mission, because the
very next day, he had everything all lined up. He had booked
me a ticket to fly directly from Denver to Palm Springs the
second weekend of September and had reserved us a room in
the Mirage section in the Vista Grande Resort. He scheduled
my flight out of Denver real early on Thursday morning and
to return late the following Monday night. That would give
us almost five full days together.
The next couple of weeks were hectic and nerve-
wracking to say the least. During the day, I had to move
customers around, allowing me the time off from my business.
I had to ask friends to watch my dogs, cat and birds. I sent
my friends in Palm Springs an e-mail telling them about our
plans to come to the desert. And I HAD to go shopping for a
suitable wardrobe. When you live in a cold climate like
Colorado, you don't have much need for a lot of summer party
clothes. I had my hair done and got a manicure. I wanted
everything to be just right. At night, he and I chatted for
hours about the excitement we felt about our upcoming
meeting. It felt like the TIME would never pass before this
trip would finally get here.
We each had so much to get done the night before
our trip to the desert. We only chatted for a short time on
ICQ, keeping it short and sweet, and telling each other how
much we were looking forward to the next day. Afterwards,
as I began to pack my clothes, I had the most awful,
sickening feelings hit me in the pit of my stomach. What if
he and I didn't hit it off? What if he took one look at me
and decided that I was not his type, or visa versa for that
matter? What if we were both looking for the same thing but
just not with each other? What if I overslept and missed my
plane? What if? What if? What if? Every emotional roller-
coaster ride I had ever allowed myself to take went through
my brain. All the fears, doubts and insecurities I had built
up in my head over the years from bad and unfulfilling
relationships had slapped me in the face like a ton of
bricks. I began to panic.
All the excitement and worrying had kept me awake
most of the night but I still managed to get myself to the
airport that morning in plenty of time to catch my flight.
Having taken along a good book to read to keep my mind off
of the adventure I was embarking on, I settled into my seat
for the two-hour flight to Palm Springs and began to read.
It didn't work. My mind was filled with both excitement and
doubts. I ordered a Bloody Mary as soon as the plane was in
the air.
The flight was uneventful, my brain raced and I had
several more Bloody Mary's' to help to calm my nerves, but
as we landed at the Palm Springs airport, my anxiety kicked
into full swing again. I became even more edgy about the
upcoming meeting with this man I had been chatting with on
the Internet for the past few months and was now finally
going to meet in real time. Face to face. Up close and
personal.
"Oh my GOD!" I thought as I got into a taxi and
headed for the resort. "What the fuck was I thinking? I can
NOT believe that I am actually doing something this stupid
and crazy at this stage of my life."
The taxi driver pulled off of Ramon Road into the
Warm Sands subdivision where most of the gay resorts were
located. My heart was beating ninety miles an hour.
"What if this guy is one of those cyber mass
murderers of gay men?" My thoughts were now at a peak and
wouldn't give me any time to relax. "Would we even recognize
each other? Would we hit it off? Was this going to be very
awkward?"
I had no idea what to expect. My nerves were on
end. Every type of horror scenario of doom and disaster ran
through my mind as the taxi pulled up to the entrance of the
Mirage and stopped.
He only had to drive the short 120 mile distance
from Laguna Beach to Palm Springs, so he had arrived at the
resort long before me and had already checked us into the
room we were to share. He knew what time my plane was to
land and was waiting just inside the courtyard. As soon as I
stepped out of the cab and first saw him walking through the
gate to greet me, all the anxiety and fears quickly faded.
The sight of him took my breath away. He was even better
looking in person than any of his pictures had shown.
"Hey, good lookin'!" he yelled. "I was afraid you
might of changed your mind about coming."
"And miss getting' a better look at a hot man like
you. No way!" I was feeling a lot more at ease.
I pulled my bags from the taxi; we gave each other
an awkward hug in a somewhat formal, man-to-man gesture.
The Vista Grande was a gated, clothing optional
complex of three different gay resorts. He had purposely
chosen the Mirage because of the type of setting it had,
sexually charged. Most of the rooms were separated only by
courtyards of maze like trails, twisting and turning through
winding rock pathways. The place was landscaped in such a
way that you would have thought you were walking around some
type of tropical jungle, with lush palms towering overhead;
drooping pepper trees shaded the courtyard where flowers of
every color sprang up from the beds lining the sidewalks.
The rock waterfalls cascaded down to a pool were naked men
splashed and sun bathed on the rocky outcroppings. It looked
like it was taken from a Hollywood South Sea gay movie set.
I fell in love with the place.
He helped carry my luggage through the courtyard
and led the way to our room, which was just around the
corner from the one of pools and hot tub area. We began
talking like long lost, old friends. He immediately felt
comfortable to be around and easy to talk with. There didn't
seem to be any need for the nervousness I had felt earlier.
I even dismissed the notion of him being a gay mass
murderer. Silly me!
Our room was large and inviting. The walls were
painted in a soft peach color, accented by different shades
of turquoise, moth, and burgundy pillows placed on a brushed
suede, tope loveseat on one side of the room and the huge
king-size bed with a cream colored chenille bedspread on the
other side. An over sized mirror; obliviously placed there
for viewing any sexual activities, hung behind the head of
the bed, reflecting the entire room. A small table draped
with a brightly colored, tropical printed cloth sat in front
of a large window. A couple of rattan chairs were place at
the table, looking out over the courtyard. Opposite to the
window were an extremely large bathroom with a shower and
over-sized tub, just made for two, and a small kitchenette
complete with a refrigerator, stove, sink, microwave and
coffee pot. Scented candles had been scattered around the
room. The room had definably been set up for the type of
romantic gay holiday we were hoping for.
"This is very, very nice." I entered the room,
looking around at our home for the weekend.
"I hoped you'd like it!" He seemed pleased. "Was
the flight alright?" he asked, making small talk as I placed
my bags on the bed.
I began unpacking and settling into our temporary
home. "It was great." I snuck a peak at him. "Just too damn
early. I even had a couple of Bloody Mary's, and I NEVER
drink that early in the mornin'."
"Sorry about the time but that was the only flight
out of Denver except for one, real late at night." He
smiled. "You tired? Do you want to rest for a while or would
you like to go get something to eat? It's only about 10:30."
"Breakfast sounds good. That crap they served on
the plane was awful." I smiled back at him as he sat on the
loveseat watching me put my things away. "Do we need to call
for a cab?"
"Well. No. I have my car, but." he seemed to be
searching for the words. "I thought. if you wanted to. we
could just walk." He added, "Maybe see some of the city."
Having never heard him speak before today, I found
myself drawn to his voice. There was such a soothing, deep
quality to it that made me just want to melt. Like the Pied
Piper leading all the rats out of the city, I would have
most likely followed him anywhere he wanted me to go.
"Why not?" I said more as a statement than a
question. "That sounds great. I could use some exercise."
We had both been traveling all morning and
something to eat sounded just right. We headed out of the
resort for the six or seven block walk, to the Arenas area
of Palm Springs, where the gay community had set up its own
little neighborhood, complete with bars, shops and
restaurants.
"The guy at the front desk told me that we should
go to `The Rainbow Cactus Bar and Grill'." He said as we
leisurely strolled down the street. "I have no idea what it
is like but the desk clerk said that it was close and that
the food was pretty good."
"Great!" I halfway acknowledged. I was too busy
looking at all the palm trees, the mountains and of course,
this great looking man next to me. "This is really a pretty
city. Is it always this hot here?"
I was amazed that it was the second week of
September and the temperature was still hovering around 107
degrees and it was only mid-morning.
"That's what I've heard. Everyone says that summers
here are a real bitch. The temperature gets to around 125
degrees or higher and stays there for weeks, if not for
months." He spotted the `Cactus' as we rounded the corner.
"There it is."
It had not taken that much time to walk the
distance from the resort to the restaurant, but by the time
we made it there; breakfast was no longer on the menu. We
had missed breakfast completely; it was more like lunch.
`The Rainbow Cactus' was a fairly large place,
having a room with a piano bar and a separate dinning area.
It was a totally gay establishment; nicely decorated in a
sophisticated southwestern theme. Even though we had not
called for reservations, the hostess was able to seat us
right away at a table for two.
We didn't really need to go through all the
formalities that strangers have to. We had; after all, been
chatting back and forth over the Internet for quiet some
time now. We sat and talked before, during and after lunch,
not in any hurry for anything except getting to know each
other, and to our surprise, we had gotten to know one
another better in the short amount of time we had spent so
far that morning than we had in all the months leading up to
this moment. Neither one of us knew yet, if our meeting was
going to go anywhere other than this one weekend fling. The
attraction was definitely there and, if nothing else, we
were very much enjoying each other's company in a beautiful
desert gay resort town.
Time flew by so quickly. What seemed to be less
than an hour had in fact been almost three. We had sat in
the restaurant talking, laughing and just plain having a
good time. He and I seemed to be sharing this moment.
There appeared to be some form of sexual tension
building, which was perfectly natural. I sensed it and felt
that he was aware of it as well. That comfortable, familiar
tension; almost like wearing a favorite old t-shirt and
tattered jeans around the house, when no one else is around
to see. Even if the clothes do look like shit, they feel so
warm and good on, that you have no hang-ups about wearing
such a tacky outfit. Secretly, we each wanted to just go
back to the resort and rip each other's clothes off but we
each knew that there had to be some amount of restraint for
the time being. Besides, we had all weekend to give
ourselves over to absolute pleasure.
We left the restaurant, deciding to walk around the
streets and do some window-shopping. We made our way over to
Palm Canyon Drive, a block away, and to the main business
district of Palm Springs. We didn't give a second thought to
touching each other's shoulders or putting our hands around
each other's waist from time to time as we walked the
streets. Even though this section was basically
straight; as if there was anywhere in Palm Springs that was
basically straight, no one seemed to care or to give us a
second glance.
We strolled down the main avenue, lined with shops,
clubs and restaurants. It surprised me just how many gay men
were doing exactly the same thing as we were and how normal
it all was. The locals and other business people knew
exactly where their money was coming from. What was called
the `season'; when the majority of all of these gay out of
town guest inundated the resorts, hotels and private homes,
was from late September until the end of May. We had timed
our trip to be just before the season was to start kicking
into full swing.
Gay men had almost taken over the entire valley. In
the past year, 83% of the homes bought in the Palm Springs
had been bought by gay men. It was quickly becoming one of
the country's fastest growing gay Mecca's. Men from all of
the United States and even around the world had re-
discovered the beauty of the desert. The gay resorts were
usually filled every weekend, all year long with gay men of
all ages, shapes and sizes.
The afternoon sun had warmed the air and was beating
down on us with all the furry the desert had to offer.
Walking the streets in the mid-afternoon sun and 107 degree
heat was something neither of us was used to. Dehydration
was starting to take its toll, so we decided to head back to
the resort for something cool to drink and a dip in the
pool.
We walked up Warm Sands toward the Mirage and noticed
most of the resorts had begun filling up for the weekend.
Everywhere you looked you could see men checking in; most
seemed to be coupled off. There were still plenty of single
men cruising around, who you just knew were there for a wild
weekend and hoping for a wild sexual fling of some sort.
This was certainly the right place for anyone who just
wanted to be around a bunch of horny gay men. If someone
couldn't get laid in this city, then they either they didn't
really want it, or they were partying too much and just not
paying attention.
He turned the key in the gate and we stepped inside
the courtyard. Everywhere we looked, naked men were milling
around, checking out the other guest.
I was a little bit uncomfortable by all the nudity
and thought; "I sure hope he doesn't expect me to go to the
pool naked."
We passed the pool and hot tub area and made it
back to our room. I sat on the loveseat, taking off my
shoes, and watched as he pulled his swim trucks out of one
of the dresser drawers.
"I sure hope we can find a place to sit. Looks like
there're faggots everywhere out there." He joked, heading
into the bathroom to change.
"Thank God! He's gonna wear a bathing suit too." I
thought to myself. I took mine out of the dresser.
We each changed privately in the bathroom; more out
of shyness than anything else, into our swimming suits then
headed outside. We were lucky to find a couple of lounge
chairs by the edge of the pool, shaded by a low hanging palm
tree. We spread our towels out and stretched out on them. We
were in our own little world; wrapped up in each other's
company. We were aware of the other guest using the pool
area but not overly concerned with their presence. We
continued our now non-stop talking,
For the first time, lying there, learning more and
more of each other, I let my eyes study his partially nude
body. I had seen photos of him totally nude via the Internet
but this was real, life size and right in front of my
goggling eyes.
"He really is one gorgeous hunk of a man," I told
myself.
He oozed sexuality. His body was strong, firm and
tanned. I liked what I saw. I noticed how nicely the pouch
of his swim trucks was filled out. He lifted his arms above
his head as he stretched his body from head to toe. His back
arched up off the lounge chair. He knew that I was watching
him. He turned his face toward me and smiled.
"God, I've been caught." I thought to myself. "But
he is REALLY FUCKING GORGEOUS!" I moved my eyes to the men
in the pool.
"Isn't it great out here?" he asked.
My gaze returned to his face and his bright blue
eyes, which were giving me a once over. He seemed to like
what he was seeing. He was looking so intensely at me that
it made me kind of nervous.
I smiled back at him. "I can't remember when I
have enjoyed a place as much as I am enjoying it here. I
wish I could just stay here forever."
We stared at each other for a few seconds. It was
almost as if we didn't really need to use language to
communicate, but we did finally and just about on every
topic. Many had already been discussed over the net but
having them reinforced, face-to-face, made them have much
more meaning. He surprised me by reaching over, taking my
hand and holding it as we continued to talk, lying side by
side on the lounge chairs. The only subject that did not
resurface from our Internet chats was sex. Imagine that!
We never made it into the pool or even off of our
lounge chairs. We were far more intent on listening to the
other person and learning as much as we possibly could.
Again, time slipped by too quickly.
"Where's the fuckin' time gone?" he asked as the
sun began to set behind the mountains. "I can't believe that
it's this late. We probably should be thinking about where
to go for dinner."
"Wow!" I grinned. "Didn't we just have lunch?"
The crystal blue sky lit up with hints of red,
orange and purple from the partially hidden sun peaking out
from behind one of the mountains that surrounded the valley.
In this type of setting, I was reluctant to leave the pool
area, mainly because I was sure enjoying seeing his scantily
clad body on the lounge chair next to me. We had only been
at the pool for a little over an hour and a half and time
was again playing with us. The hot desert air had again
rekindled our hunger.
"Didn't that guy at the `Cactus' say that most
places required a reservation?" I tried to avert my
attention from his body as he stood and bent over to pick up
his belongings. I got a good look at his strong back, well-
defined shoulders and an ass you could bounce a quarter off
of. "It's just our first day together," I told myself.
"Plenty more time to check things out."
"Yeah. Guess it would be wise to call as soon as we
get to the room and make one somewhere." He added. "What do
you think? Around 7:00. 7:30?"
He did not catch me looking this time. "That sounds
about right." Standing, I picked up my towel. "What time is
it anyway?" I had forgotten my watch in the room.
He threw his towel over his shoulder and looked at
his wrist. "It's comin' up on 5:30."
We started toward back to our room and ran into the
manager of the resort, who nodded our direction as we
rounded the corner of some shrubs.
I nodded as he approached, "Hi there!" and asked.
"Where's a good place to eat besides the `Cactus'?"
"Well," he stopped and scratched his head. "Let's
see. There's a new place that just opened not too long ago,
called `Blame It On Midnight'. I've heard it's real nice.
Kind of up-scale. I believe they have a live singer there."
He thought a second before adding, "Or you might try this
little place called `Oscar's' over by the airport. It's
small but the food is very good."
We thanked him for the information and proceeded
toward our room. Once inside, we hashed over which place we
should try. `Blame It On Midnight' sounded like it might be
more the type of place we would enjoy. He picked up the
phone and called for reservations; I began getting my stuff
together to clean up for our evening out.
We went about getting our clothes together; passing
each other in the warmly lit setting of our room, talking
the entire time. The windows were open, allowing the warm
night air to fill the room. The sunset, peaking out from
behind the San Jacinto Mountains, cast its orangey-reddish
glow on everything through the partially opened drapes. I
had told him at the pool about my apprehensions; the night
before I left Denver and on the plane, over meeting him. I
now wondered why I had ever been so scared in the first
place. Everything about being with this man seemed to be so
natural; so wonderful.
We each took our turn in the bathroom for our
showers, emerging fully clothed and ready for the evening.
He wore a light blue, button down, cotton shirt with black
docker pants. I too wore black dockers but my choice of
shirts was a gray silk number.
"This is going to be great." He said as he
collected his wallet and change off the dresser.
"I hope it's as good as that manager says it is." I
added, shutting the windows and pulling the drapes closed.
I turned on a small light by the side of the bed
and shut the rest of the lights in the room off. I notice
that the soft shadows cast by the night-light gave the room
a whole new look. It looked and felt very romantic. He
noticed it too.
"That's nice." He commented.
By seven, we were dressed and heading for the door,
which he opened and held for me to exit. I don't know what,
but something stopped me from going through it. I turned to
him and our eyes met, much the same as they had many other
times that day. But this time, something was defiantly
different. There was a very strange, seriousness to his
look. I did not know what he was thinking but I knew that
whatever it was, he was about to share it with me.
Without saying a word, he took hold of my waist and
pulled me to him. Our lips connected with a burning hunger;
our bodies locked in a passionate embrace. It was our first
real kiss, the first of many to come. There was a tender
strength to the kiss, soft yet firm and in that moment, full
of the passion. His tongue parted my lips, ready to search
the inside of my mouth. He found me eager to respond with my
own. Our tongues played a musical dance of delight as we
continued to explore each other's lips and mouths.
We both knew what was happening at that very
moment; it was natural, real and spontaneous. We didn't
have any control over it; nor would we have wanted to stop
what was happening, even if we could.
There in the doorway to our room, we kissed,
oblivious to the outside world of the other guest who where
still roaming around the courtyard. We only stopped long
enough to look into each other's eyes once more. The joking
lighthearted mood we had shared, as we were getting ready
for the evening had turned to serious gazes deep into each
other's eyes. He was looking at me in a fashion, which made
me feel that I was the only person on the face of the earth
at that point in time. I studied his face; looking into his
piercing, steel blue eyes.
Several guys passed by on their way back to their
rooms from the pool and saw us standing in our doorway,
fully dressed, and locked in what could only be interpreted
as a `moment'.
We heard one man tell his companion as they passed,
"That looks Hot!" Then he coaxed us on by jokingly adding,
"Go ahead on you two! You know you both want it."
We turned and smiled at the intruder who had
momentarily interrupted our display of desires and brought
us back to the reality of where we actually were. The
intruder had been right. We were both hungry for something
other than supper.
Here we were, standing in the doorway to our room;
carrying on as if we were the only people around. There was
absolutely nothing wrong with what we were doing. We were
just two gay men, getting to know one another, in the most
normal way for gay men to interact with each other without
having a bedroom scene right then and there. After all, this
was a gay resort and men often hooked up in this type of
setting; but what was transpiring between us was somehow
more than just the typical gay hooking up scene. We were
sharing something special and we both knew it.
I shyly buried my face into his shoulder, in a sort
of a coy, false embarrassment, as the intruders who had made
the comments passed on by, leaving us to our doorway
encounter.
His hand slid down my body searching for my hand.
Once he found it, he took it in his and led me back into our
room, away from prying eyes. Closing the door behind us, we
began another long romantic kiss. Our bodies became
entangled as we grasped at each other, jockeying to find the
best vantage point as we each tried to pull the other
closer. We were in the beginning throes of lust.
Without once breaking our embrace, we covered the
eight foot distance from the door to the bed; falling onto
it while still wrapped tightly in each other's arms. He lay
on top of me; our tongues searched the others' mouth,
sucking in the warmth and wetness of the prolonged kiss. We
nibbled on lips, playfully exchanging the softness of our
kisses for a firmer, more forceful locking of mouths. Our
hands began roaming over each other's body. We had no need
to speak. We held each other so tight that it seemed we had
become one and our bodies were doing all the talking. We
maneuvered ourselves around the confines of the king-size
bed, tossing and turning; our kisses became more and more
feverish. The looks of lust, mixed with uncontrollable
desire, were obvious to both of us as we took turns rolling,
first one then the other, on top of each other.
There were no `tops' or `bottoms' here. No
`dominant' or `passive'. It did not a matter who was the
butchest or nelliest. No need to role-play. This was the way
a man makes love to another man, nothing more, nothing less.
We were two healthy gay men, in the prime of our lives and
were in the beginning stages of making love. The only time
our lips parted was to look into each other's eyes. The
moans and groans of pleasure from the heat and passion of
our kissing session were steadily building. We hungrily
assaulted each other, man to man, and yet, we were still
fully clothed.
I maneuvered myself on top of him and propped
myself up on his chest with my left forearm, feeling the
strength of his chest through his shirt. With my right
hand, I began to stroke his face with my fingertips. I
watched every movement as I ran the tips of my fingers over
his lips, along the rim of his jaw, up his brow, along his
eyebrows, down his nose and back to his lips again, only to
repeat the motion again and again on each side of his face.
I wanted to see every inch of his face and feel, as if I
were doing Braille, every feature. I wanted to learn his
face so completely that I would never forget its strength,
beauty, kindness and sexuality. I somehow knew that I had to
be able to recall every characteristic of him without
actually having to physically see any of them. I became lost
in his face. I ran my hand through the soft dark locks of
his thick brown hair. I was in heat.
He smiled at me, knowing exactly what I must be
thinking and doing. He pulled me back down to his warm
tender lips and began kissing me once more. He rolled me
onto my back, resuming his position on top once again. Our
passions were growing with every second that passed, and
yet, we were still fully clothed.
Finally, he broke our kiss; long enough to say, "I
wanted this to happen. had hoped this would happen. long
before this weekend. ever since I first laid eyes on you
back when we first started chatting on the net."
I was about to say that I had felt the same way but
his lips returned to mine, engulfing them with an even more
ferocious kiss; as if he was trying to express his desires
with the voracity of his mouth on mine. The way this man
kissed me had me reeling in sheer delight.
All of my senses had been awakened by the very
touch of this man. Through our clothes, I could feel the
heat from his body on mine. His hands stroked my body, as
mine did his. We lie there, lips locked together; wrapped
tightly in each other's arms.
Still not letting go, he rolled off of me onto his
right side and I turned onto my left side to face him. As we
lie there, side-by-side on the bed, we quietly stared into
one another's eyes. The sexual tension was there and had
been since our first meeting. That was obvious. No longer
were we acting solely on our animal instinct for lust.
"You feel so good." I murmured. My right hand
rubbed the bicep of his left arm.
For the first time that night, there was a new
manly softness to him. "So do you darlin'." He gently
touched the side of my face with the fingers of his left
hand. "So do you."
We lay there talking, kissing and enjoying the feel
of each other's arms holding onto the prize of the other
person's body. We each were too afraid to let our feelings
be known but knew that what was happening was astonishingly
special. Neither of us had yet made a move to grope the
other's crotches; there did not seem to be any hurry. We
knew, this was something different and, like I said, we were
still fully clothed.
Since we had shifted on the bed to our sides,
facing each other, we were better able to explore with our
hands, parts of our bodies that had so far, been left
unclaimed. His left hand began to run up and down my spine,
which sent shivers the entire length of it.
As I looked at him, I was filled with a lust I had
not felt in a very long time. Something else was happening
to me. My heart felt full. I had an uncontrollable sense of
completeness. I leaned up over his chest and took his head
in my hands and softly kissed his lips. From the way he
responded, he must have been feeling something as well. I
started to pull away from him only to be stopped. He pulled
me back down, returning yet another tender kiss to my lips.
Neither one of us wanted to rush any aspect of what
seemed to be the beginning of a night of, over the wall, man
to man passion. The excitement of our impending desires was
still very strong; yet we were somehow managing to keep calm
the lust in our loins. He pulled back, studying my face.
"God, you feel good." I finally broke the silence.
"I had no idea this was going to ." I broke off. "I'm not
sure I understand exactly what is happenin' here." I felt
that I might be going to far, too soon. I altered what I was
about to say. "I can sure tell you one thing. we probably
should've met moths ago."
I ran my right hand along the length of his left
arm from his shoulder down to his fingertips; feeling his
strength through the material of his cotton shirt.
"When I first saw you this mornin, I was really,
really taken back by just how gorgeous you are." I could
tell that I had made him blush a little.
He started to say something but I quickly stopped
him by touching my fingers to his lips. "Please. Let me
finish. I don't know if I'll have the nerve to say it
later." I continued. "It's just that. it's been over five
years since I've been with a man sexually and even that many
more since I was with someone who could make me feel the
things that you have so far today. Hell. Now I'm not even
sure that anyone has ever made me feel this way before.
ever, ever in life"
I froze in mid-thought, fearing that I was again
letting my emotions over-run my logic and mouth. I had to
get it out. "Look, I don't know if you're goin' through what
I am right now. I mean. emotionally, but this is somethin'
more than just sex or tricking for me."
"There," I thought. "I said it."
"I don't know if I am making any sense. or making
myself very clear, but.." Again I stopped short. I could
tell by his expression that he completely understood what I
was saying.
"Shhh!" He put his fingers to my lips. "You don't
have to say a word. I know exactly what you mean."
He smiled at me and before I could continue my
babbling, he laid me back and moved his chest up over mine.
With his upper torso hovering over me, he said,
"Baby. Don't you know by now that this is the only way it
could've possibly been?" He kissed my cheek. "I've wanted
you all afternoon. More than you'll ever know. Hell, I've
wanted you ever since I first saw your web page." His right
hand touched my cheek. "Sure I was thinkin' with my crotch
at first, but then. damn. look at you." He continued, "The
whole time we were eating lunch and later sitting by the
pool.all I wanted to do was to jump your bones." He bent
down and once more kissed my lips. "When I first saw you
getting out of that taxi this morning, I knew that I had
finally met the man of my dreams."
We had been chatting on-line all this time; for
months, and had even exchanged pictures of each other; nude
photos, but none of that could have prepared either of us
for what was happening between us right then and there.
He caressed my face as he spoke, alleviating my
earlier concerns. "We'll just take it slow and easy, and see
what develops."
"God! You know just what to say." I smiled, more at
ease. "I was afraid I was the only one who was getting all
emotional and mushy. not to mention, thinkin' like a sex-
starved pig." I tried to make the mood a little more light-
hearted. "By the way big guy, we still have our clothes
on."
Having tempered our passion with conversation, I
rolled him off of me and onto his back. I re-positioned
myself over him in the same fashion as he had just been to
me and landed a huge wet kiss to his lips. As we lay there
making out, our hands once more began roaming over each
other's bodies; this time with more intensity.
I began kissing down the right side of his neck and
began rubbing his chest with my left hand, playing with his
nipples through his shirt. My mouth moved down to his neck
and then toward his chest. He lay there sighing, his eyes
closed. His right forearm crossed over his brow, his left
hand stroking the top of my head. He was moaning softly as
my hands ran the length of his torso, feeling the muscles of
his arms, chest and sides. I made my way down his neck with
my mouth, across his massive pectoral muscles, finding his
nipples and sucking on them, first one and then the other,
through the thin material of his buttoned shirt.
With my left hand firmly fixed to his waist and my
lips working on his nipples; I felt braver and allowed my
right hand to slide down to his belt and then even lower.
For an instant my fingers ever so lightly rubbed across the
top of his crotch.
He let out a slow, low moan. "Mmm!"
I had to restrain myself from not just grabbing
hold of his growing bulge, like I really wanted to do. "Not
yet! Not yet!" I told myself.
I did not linger. I passed the area of my desires
and moved my hand lower to feel the inside of his right
thigh. I massaged his upper leg for a while and then began
to raise my hand back up, towards his torso. I moved my hand
over to his left thigh and this time I did everything I had
just done on the right side of his body, except in reverse
on the left side of body.
I made sure that I took whatever time I felt was
needed for the body part I was working on with both my hands
and my mouth. He lifted his head and watched as my mouth
slowly made my ascent back up to his waiting lips. and we
still had our clothes on!
We began to kiss again but this time there was no
holding back on either of our parts. The levels of our
hormones were about to overtake whatever restraint we had
managed to keep thus far. No sooner had I reached his mouth
and began kissing him, we started a rolling motion on the
bed. Our bodies locked together in an all out wrestling
match where there only could be two winners.
We tossed and turned on the bed, managing to
destroy whatever covers had yet been left undisturbed.
Animal sounds were coming from deep inside both of our
throats, breaking the silence of the desert night much like
the sounds of two male big horned sheep, sparring for the
dominant position in the herd on an early Rocky Mountain
morning. Had anyone been in earshot of our room; they would
have thought that some sort of porn film was being made, or
at least, a small war was being waged. Yet, there was
nothing pornographic or war like about what was taking place
in that room and on that bed. Had anyone listened long
enough, they could have easily managed to figure out that
what they were listening to was just two men.. making love
to each other. as two men.
We jostled around and ended up in the middle of the
bed, setting on our haunches facing each other, almost in
prayer positions. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
He placed his hands on my waist. We leaned into each other's
lips and held our embrace as we kissed passionately. His
hands moved down to cup the cheeks of my ass, raising me up
onto my knees from my squatting position. His mouth
trailed off mine, only to slide down my throat as I knelt
slightly over him. His mouth paused at the opening of my
shirt but he did not stop there. He raised my left arm and
began sucking at my armpit before moving on to my chest. As
I knelt on the bed between his spread legs, he began to chew
on my nipples through my shirt, as I had done to him only
minutes earlier. I could feel the heat of his mouth and the
lust in his actions, as he worked my tits for the first
time.
All too soon he began to move. I had expected him
to return to the same upright position that I was in but he
surprised me; he scooted himself down onto the bed, holding
onto my waist with his left hand and using his mouth, he
chewed at my stomach. At the same time, he placed his right
hand over the bulge in my pants and gently squeezed.
I let out a gasp. "Ohhh!" I looked down from my
kneeling position, his head almost in my lap. My hands
clutched at his shoulders.
His left hand moved to firmly conquer the right
cheek of my ass. His mouth lowered. He now had moved down
enough to reposition himself, lying on the bed, with me
kneeling over him.
"Augh fuck!" My head tilted back and a long low
moan escaped my throat as the wetness of his open mouth
closed over the hard-on in my pants. "Mmmmm!"
My fingers grabbed hold of locks of his hair as he
sucked in and blew out hot air on my still rising mound. The
feeling was fantastic. I could feel the heat of his breath
as he intently worked my cock through the confines of my
trousers.
I was growing more eager to get him out of his
clothes, as well as me out of mine. He had me so worked up;
I thought I would bust if we didn't get out of our clothes
real fucking soon and down to the nitty-gritty, so to speak.
I leaned down, taking him by his armpits,
indicating that I wanted him to move back up. Reluctantly,
he pulled his mouth away from my crotch and started to come
back to the same crouching position as I was in. I didn't
give him the chance to get there; I met him half way.
I lowered myself down to meet him and began to
pull his shirt out of his pants and up his torso, exposing
his chest for the first time since we had left the pool. I
hungrily pulled his shirt over his head and completely off
without unbuttoning it. In the dim light of the room, his
chest had taken on a different look from what I had seen
that afternoon. The massive expanse of it seemed even
larger, more defined. The light covering of soft brown body
hair framed his rounded pectoral muscles and trailed down
the center of a well-rippled abdomen. I was eager to touch
him. I ran my hands along his sides and over his pecs; again
flirting with his nipples before continuing to explore the
rest of his perfectly sculptured chest.
He started to undo my shirt. By the time he had it
unbuttoned and off, the heat between us had built to a point
that we could not longer contain ourselves. We were sweating
like whores in church about to give their first testimony.
Lust had taken over. We half lay, half sat on the bed
admiring each other's chest; running our hands over the
other person's body.
"God! Man, I want you so much!" he growled.
"Uhmm. Baby. I think you've got me." I halfway
joked.
But this was, no joke. By now, I would have gladly
let this man do anything and everything that he wanted to do
to me!
He laid me back onto the bed once more and climbing
on top of me, kissed me on the side of my face. He took my
hands in his and raised my arms up over my head, holding
them there as if to control the next interlude. I could tell
by his demeanor that he didn't want me to move from this
position while he pressed his massive frame down against my
smaller body. I left my arms stretched out above my head.
He went to work. I could feel his pulsing cock
grinding against mine as he began to kiss his way down my
naked chest, devouring every inch of it with his hot, wet
mouth. His hands slid down the length of my arms and rubbed
over my chest; down my sides and finally lowered to my
crotch. He began searching the contents of my pants. His
mouth followed suit and he worked his lips from my nipples
all the way down to the top of my pants. Slowly he moved his
mouth further down, placing his lips over my bulge once
more. I could feel the heat of his mouth through the
strained material of my fly as he lightly chewed at the
fabric. I lay back in ecstasy, my head spinning.
"Mmm!" I let out a low, cat like moan, as he
continued the manipulation of my crotch with his mouth.
He knew he had me right where he wanted me. Hell, I
was right were I wanted to be! In this game of control, no
control, we each had been taking turns as the aggressor. It
was the most natural thing for us to be doing. I knew; at
that point, that he was the one in total control and I liked
it. I had always been an extremely aggressive, active
bottom; been a sucker for a man who took total control yet
allowed me to be just as active in the love making.
Being the greedy pig from Hell that I am, I was
eager to have a go at him myself. I certainly did not want
to be left out and could no longer just stay lye there in
the position he had placed me. I propped myself up on my
elbows, looking down at his head, eagerly sucking in my
stiffening mound hiding beneath my pants. It felt so damn
good! I thought it only fair to let him continue doing what
he was doing; for the time being anyway, like I could have
stopped him even if I had wanted to. Besides, I was
thoroughly enjoying every minute of his mouth lapping at my
cock.
He had now twice gone down on me, so to speak, and
I had yet been able to get my mouth anywhere near his
basket. He sensed that I was watching and instinctively knew
that it was time for a change of scenery. He pulled himself
away from my crotch and shifted his body back on top of
mine. Face-to-face once more, our lips locked.
"Damn, man!" I broke our kiss. "Do you have any
idea what the hell you are doin' to me?" At least now we
each had our shirts off. "I don't know how much I can take
of this." I lied. I could and would take as much as he was
willing to dish out.
I put my arms around his neck, pulling him tightly
to my body. Again, I could feel the stiffness of his cock
pressing against my own raging hard on, each straining and
begging to be released from the confines of our pants.
"You have me so damn hot and bothered." I nibbled
on his ear.
"Baby, I think we are both all hot and bothered. I
can tell you want it as much as I do." He stoked my face
with his hand. "You feel so God damn good." He whispered
and repositioned his hands under each of my shoulders as I
lay under him. "I could just eat you up." He nibbled my
ear.
His hips pushed forward and rotated, grinding his
crotch harder into mine. I matched his hip movements; our
rhythm fed off the other person, like two ballroom dancers
moving to the sensual tempo of a romantic bolero.
For the first time, I became acutely aware of
feeling his naked chest pressed up against me. I marveled at
the texture of his body hairs as he brushed his chest across
my own chest hairs.
My hands ran up and down his back; feeling his
shoulder muscles and spine, stopping at the top of the
waistband to his pants. I could feel that he had a small
patch of hair in the small of his back. I had noticed it at
the pool earlier and wondered if it went any further down
his cheeks. I wished like hell that his pants were already
off. I moved my hands lower to his ass and squeezed his
butt. Like two firm, round melons, his rear was surely
something to behold. Just like I had thought while at the
pool, you could definitely bounce a quarter off these
puppies. I knew his backside was nicely developed, but I had
no idea that it would be this round and firm.
Without thinking, I moaned. "Mmmm! Great ass
Man!" Jokingly, I added before I could stop myself. "Praise
Jesus! A nice big `ol bubble butt." I squeezed the twin
mounds of firm man ass.
"Thanks." He smiled. "Glad you like It." He flexed
the muscles in his cheeks in recognition of my comment.
Then, without warning and to my disappointment, he
rolled off of me. He lay on his back beside me and offered
up his shoulder for me to lay my head on. I snuggled in like
a puppy nudging its way into the middle of a pile of pups
for a nap. I, however, had no intention of taking a nap. I
could see his wonderful chest and wanted very much to enjoy
the pleasures of getting to know every inch of it. He leaned
over; with his arm under my head, pulled me up some and
kissed me on my forehead. I turned my face up to meet his;
we again searched each other's eyes. The night was young and
there was no rush to our lovemaking; we kissed.
The softness of our kisses once again began to turn
into the heated, more passionate ones of earlier. Our hands
earnestly started roaming over each other's bodies. The
passions, which had been peaking and subsiding and peaking
again, so far this evening were back at full throttle. Our
lips again burned with desire. Our bodies craved to feel the
other person's naked flesh.
We had both begun to strongly feel the need of our
sexual desires and knew there was no turning back. He moved
our bodies to the edge of the bed. He stood, took my hand in
his and directed me to stand with him. I followed his lead.
We needed this. We wanted it. We had to have it.
He lowered his hands to my trousers and began
undoing my belt. I started to undo his as well. We pulled
and tugged at each other's pants; all the while, locked in
an embrace. Running our tongues around and sucking on each
other's mouths. We fumbled with the buttons, snaps and
zippers as we tore down the other person's pants, leaving us
both standing in only our underwear. Using our feet, we each
quickly kicked off our shoes and frantically stepped out of
our pants which where now lying around our ankles. Panting
from anticipation, excitement and the on-going lock we had
on each other's mouths; we fell back; side-by-side, onto the
bed.
I maneuvered myself to climb on top of him. I
thought that my heart would stop as I felt his naked body
under mine. I had wanted him all day and wanted this to
happen. Now the time was finally here. Even in the dimly lit
room, I could see his body ever so clearly and knew it was
the type of body that I could and would worship.
I smiled to myself. "The bible talks about the sins
of worshiping false idols." This man was no false idol. He
was perfect. As perfect as I would have imagined God had had
in mind for his Adam. "So, if this is my false idol. so be
it!" my thoughts went wild. "Make me a sinner. I will
gladly worship!" I returned my attention back to this God of
a man lying under me.
I wanted to give him the most pleasure that I could
possibly give any man; to show him just how special I
thought he was.
Using my hands on his arms and chest to hold him
still, I pinned him beneath me and began kissing down the
right side of his neck; trolling my way over to the outside
of his right shoulder. Slowly, I started working, half
kissing and half chewing, down his arm until I had reached
his fingertips. I sucked on his fingers, one at a time. I
removed my left hand from his chest and took his right hand,
lifted his arm and started working my way back up the
underside of his arm with my lips. He lay back on the bed;
soft moans came from his throat. I lifted his arm up above
his head and continued my licking action up to his armpit. I
chewed lightly on the muscle connecting his arm to his
chest.
Even though we had both showered, the desert heat
and our passions had caused us to work up quiet a sweat. I
could smell his manliness. It was totally erotic. He smelt
clean and masculine.
Still holding his right arm above his head with my
left hand, I started sucking on the hairs under his armpit.
The fingers of my right hand were running along the curves
of his chest, feeling his muscular frame and playing with
his soft curls of hairs.
I heard him moan, "Oh man!!!!" and I knew I had
gotten his attention.
I let go of his right arm and turned the attack of
my mouth to his chest and nipples; not once leaving any part
of his flesh along my path go untouched by my lips. I went
for first one nipple and then the other. My tongue flicked
at each of them before I took one in my mouth, chewing and
sucking on it all at the same time. My teeth pulled gently
on their tips while my hands slid down his stomach ending up
on each side of his waist; scouting out the next area I was
hoping to assault with my mouth. From the groans emanating
from above me, I could only believe that I was doing exactly
what I had set out to do. I took my time, hoping that he was
enjoying this as much as I was.
I shifted my body down on the bed as I kissed and
sucked my way down to the middle of his stomach; paying
special attention to his belly button, running my tongue in
and out of it before I continued my journey. My lips
lingered long enough, every few inches; to make sure every
part of his body had my full attention. While at his mid-
section, I moved my mouth over to the right side of his
waist and began using my teeth to chew lightly on his very
small love handle.
"Hee hee." He winced and giggled a bit between
moans of pleasure; which told me that he was somewhat
ticklish.
I used my hands to roll him onto his left side. My
lips never once left his skin while I chewed around his
waist to his back. With him lying on his stomach, exposing
his back to me for the first time that evening. I pulled my
mouth off of him long enough to get a good look at the
marvelous sight before me. I was finally able to see that
patch of hairs sticking out above the waistband of his
underwear. I straddled his hips, sitting on the backside of
his upper thighs.
"What a fine, strong v-shaped back he has." I
thought to myself. "Broad at the shoulders, narrowing at the
waist and rippled with muscles from working out at the gym."
My approval slipped out loud. "MMMM! Damn!"
I ran my fingers up from his waist to his shoulders
and then back down the length of his spine to my starting
point and continued the motion as I massaged his back. I was
in heaven.
"Oh yeah!" he crooned; enjoying the feeling of the
back massage I was giving him.
His groans of approval made me that much more
anxious and intent on repeating those same movements using
my mouth, which I did. I kissed the small of his back and
lightly tugged at the hairs with my lips. I ran my tongue up
his spine, kissing and chewing along the way, until I had
reached the back of his shoulders and then slowly started my
descent to his lower back once more. This time I did not
stop at the top of his underwear. I allowed my lips to slide
past the top of the material until my mouth had reached his
ass cheeks. I nibbled and chewed at the firm, round mounds
and kneaded them with my hands before returning my mouth
back to the small of his back. I moved off his legs and
began to turn him onto his back once more.
He must have thought that I was finished because he
started to sit up. "Oh no baby! I ain't done yet!" I quickly
pushed him back down onto the bed.
He seemed confused. "What!" He looked at me
somewhat puzzled. "Wait!" he tried to protest.
I did not give him a chance "My play time's NOT
over and it sure as hell ISN'T recess. Not just yet,
anyway!"
My hands resumed their original paths. My right
hand passed over the side of his underwear to the top of his
left thigh while my left hand brushed over the mammoth
mound; hidden beneath the material, on its way down his
right thigh.
"Yeah!" he groaned in pleasure, giving in to my
wandering hands. I felt his cock jump with excitement.
I continued my journey. Although I wanted to seize
his raging hard on in my mouth, I only slightly touched his
crotch with my lips before moving them further down his leg.
I again allowed my mouth to re-trace where my left hand had
been. My mouth traveled over the top of his underwear, not
stopping at his crotch, but rather, down to the inside of
his upper right thigh.
I wanted to build as much excitement and
anticipation for him as I could before going full out into
the Promised Land of his crotch. Sort of like Moses leading
the Jews around Egypt for forty years. By the time they
finally reached Israel, they had to have been so
appreciative that they had finally made it, that they must
have given much praise to God for successfully being
delivered from their plight.
I kept moving lower on his legs, both with my hands
and my mouth. As I had done on his chest, stomach and back,
I let my hands precede my lips. I kissed, licked and chewed
my way down his legs; I only stopped momentarily at
strategic points of his erogenous zones. I worked my way
down his inner right thigh to his knee. I lifted his legs
slightly, making sure to work on the tendon behind the
kneecap before I moved down to his calf. Then still lower, I
stopped and chewed at his ankle. His body was thrashing on
the bed and his moans seemed to indicate that he was really
enjoying my oral assault.
"Augh fuck man!" he uttered. "You are driving me
fuckin' wild."
"Good. That's the whole idea." I thought. "What
better way to get to know every inch of your body than with
my hands and mouth?"
I lifted his right foot and as I had done to his
fingers, I sucked in each toe. I chewed at his heel and the
arch of his foot before I moved over to the left foot and
started the whole process as I had just done to the right
leg; this time from the bottom, up; starting at the toes and
ankle, up to the knee and then upper thigh of his left leg.
However, when I got to his crotch, the process stopped
following the original path.
It was time to take the bull by the horns, so to
speak. My mouth opened wide as I engulfed his basket in one
hot swoop, underwear and all. Even through the material of
his underwear, I could feel his heat. I buried my face in
his lap. I took his balls in my mouth, sucking in their
fullness. His cock was rock hard and the tip was sticking
out of the top of his underwear. That was all I needed. It
didn't take much for me to hook my fingers into the
waistband and pull his underwear completely down and off in
one swift movement, exposing his humongous cock. It sprang
free, bouncing up against his stomach.
I now had a clear view of the prize I had been
longing for all evening. His uncut shaft was a good 9 «
inches long and almost as thick as a beer can. His shaft
was thicker at the base and tapered up to a large mushroom
head protruded from his velvety foreskin. Two large orbs
hung low, nestled in their hairy protective pouch. I
greedily took his club in my mouth; I could feel the veins
in his sweet shaft as I sank it deep down my throat. His
hands grabbed on the top of my head, urging me on. His eyes
closed and his head titled back on the bed in sheer ecstasy.
"Oh My God Man! Suck my cock." He didn't have to
tell me twice. "Augh Sweet Jesus! YES! Suck that fuckin'
dick!"
With my hands locked firmly on his hips, I sucked
in his cock; feeling its power as it pulsed in my mouth. I
took him in all the way to the root, until his pubic hairs
brushed against my upper lip. I firmed up my lips to create
a stronger suction as his meat slid back out of my gobbling
throat. I released his hips and took hold of his shaft with
my left hand; pulling back the foreskin as I swirled my
tongue around his mushroom head; while cupping each of his
balls in my right hand. I took his hammer back down my
throat again and began an all-consuming blowjob. His mammoth
joystick fed easily in and out of my willing throat.
"Oh yeah Man! That feels so goddamned good! MMMM!!!
God, you sure know exactly how to treat a man's cock. I
needed this." He crooned. "Take it baby. Suck that big dick!
Oh yeah! Swallow your daddy's cock. Yeah! Eat that meat!"
I continued my sucking motion, taking him deep in
to the back of my throat as sounds of pleasure came from the
very place his cock was filling with each thrust.
I moaned. "MMMMMMMMM!" as his dick filled my
throat.
I pulled and played with his large, full nuts,
rotating them in my right hand. My left hand continued to
pump on his pole, feeding it into my mouth; allowing me to
completely devour his meat. My head bobbed up and down on
his ramrod. My mouth made slurping sounds as his man stick
slipped in and out of my clutching throat. Finally, I
released his shaft from the wet grip of my mouth. I held on
to it, squeezing slightly to check its density and study
every detail of it.
"That's ONE FUCKIN' NICE COCK!" I just had to tell
him of my approval.
I pushed his cock up onto his stomach so I could
get a better look at his balls. I lowered my face to his
cream bag and took each jewel, one at a time, into my mouth
and gently pulled on them with my lips. I could fell them
churning as I sucked. I lifted his scrotum to expose the
area between his ball sac and his ass hole. I licked my way
down to that area; letting his jewels fall across my nose
and face, still pumping on his dick with my hand. I began to
work; I kissed, sucked and chewed on the tender valley ridge
of flesh.
"Augh Fuck!" he whimpered, not expecting me to go
there. "Shit yeah!" His body arched up off the bed.
I had gotten the response I was looking for, so I
moved back up to his cock. Gently rolling his balls in the
palms of my hands, I swallowed all of his cock back down my
throat. I could hear him moaning in pleasure as my mouth
once again gave his crotch rocket an entire working over. I
intently continued my sucking motion.
He tossed and turned; arching his back, as his dick
slid in and out of my lapping mouth. His hips pumped and
rotated to meet my nursing action. His body was racked in
pleasure. I could feel his cock throb and fill, and knew
that I was taking him to the brink of eruption; so
reluctantly, I forced myself away from his wonderful region
of strength.
Overcome with the lust I felt for this man; I
crawled my way back up over his body, back up to his face,
which was covered in sweat. We were both now definitely in
heat. He threw his arms around my neck and pulled me down
to him. I gently kissed him on the neck.
He whispered in my ear, "You're wonderful." He was
out of breath from the full body exploration and the heated
blowjob he had just experienced. "I just knew you would be."
I raised my head, looking him square in the eyes,
realizing that he had gotten very serious.
He took a deep breath before continuing, "But. My
God. I had no idea that you were going to be anything like
this." He finally caught his breath.
Again his lips met mine. He kissed me with such
passion that my guts churned, knowing that we were
connecting in a way that was far more than the out and out
total pleasure we were also sharing.
Locked in that wonderful kiss and each other's
arms, he rolled us around the bed until he was the one on
top. His massive body pressed down onto my smaller frame.
His right hand reached down between our bodies and found the
top of my underwear. He lifted his hips and in one swift
move, pulled my underwear down as far as he could.
He placed his hands on the bed, on either side of
my chest and without breaking the lock we had on each
other's lips, he pushed his chest up causing our naked
crotches to grind hard against each other. Rotating,
prodding and pumping our hips together, he finally broke our
kiss. I gazed into the serious, hungered look of his blue
eyes as he peered down to take in the view of my now exposed
crotch.
"MMMM! Damn. that's nice!" I met with his approval.
He laid his weight back down on to my chest and
kissed the side of my neck. Using my foot, I managed to kick
off the rest of my partially removed underwear. For the
first time we felt our totally naked bodies touch. Flesh
against flesh. Man to man.
Completely naked, our bodies pressed and our dicks
rubbed against each other. We twisted and turned on the bed,
kissing deeper now than at any other time so far that night.
We wrestled, twisted and rubbed our bodies together, first
him on top and then me, as we continued our lovemaking.
There was definitely more and more feeling to our embraces.
Pig-like grunts and heated groans of our greedy desires
emoted from our throats. We continued to roll back and
forth on and off each other, not jostling for dominance but
rather just for the enjoyable feel of naked skin against
naked skin. Our hands never stopped the caressing and
exploration of the other person's body, nor did our mouths
ever leave each other's lips. Our dicks pulsed wildly as we
rolled back and forth, hunching together.
"Hell!" I thought to myself. "My dick even seemed
to be bigger than normal." I could not remember the last
time my cock had felt this hard. "This man is really doing
something to me."
"You are one HOT fucker!" he interrupted my train
of thought. His face again hovered over mine.
"No precious darlin'." My southern accent came out.
"You're the Hot One!" I broke in. "You've got me so damn
hot. that. " I stammered, almost going too far and saying
way too much for this early in the `game'. I tried to
recover, "I'm only responding to your leads."
"What do you mean? My leads?" he halfway
questioned. "Hell! I thought you were doing the driving a
while ago! And." he broke off and kissed my chin. "What was
that little around the world trip you just took me on all
about? I know you good `o southern boys don't learn ALL OF
THAT in Sunday-School." He joked, mocking my accent. "I
don't think there was an inch of my body that you left out."
His eyes were full of lust and bright with a knowing
excitement. "Shit! You're good baby. You're real gooood!"
At that moment, I knew full well that he had
understood exactly what I had meant by `LEADS'. We were on
the same page, so to speak, because there were `No Leads'.
We were both completely in control because we were sharing
control. We both led. We both followed. Man to man. as one
man. to another.
My hands ran down the length of his back, as he lay
over me, and clasped the cheeks of his ass.
"Oh, baby-doll darlin'," I snickered, "there're
plenty more places that I haven't even begun to explore
yet." My right hand searched to find his ass hole. "Guess
we'll just have to wait to see where they ALL are." My
fingers brushed his opening.
"Shit man." He mumbled. "I'm not going to wait for
anything else before..." He quickly moved his body down
between my legs. "There're things I want and am going to do
too." And without saying another word, he swooped down to my
ever-hard cock and took it into his mouth.
"Augh FUCK!" was all I could manage to say. He had
done this so fast and unexpectedly that I didn't have time
to say or do anything to stop him. Besides, I don't think I
could have even if I had wanted to, and I certainly didn't
want him to stop.
He took my dick into his mouth and began to nurse
on it as if he was a starving man and my cock was the only
thing that could give him nourishment. I felt the wetness of
his mouth as he chowed down on the hefty man steak I was
serving up for his pleasure, as well as my own. His right
hand held the base of my shaft while he fed it down his
throat. His left hand reached up and rubbed on my chest. His
fingers twisted on each of my nipples. My hips rose and fell
to meet the eager sucking action of his mouth. I gabbed hold
of his thick brown hair and pumped my cock in and out of his
willing throat. My dick felt like an ex-con, freed from
jail and on a rampage; not taking any prisoners.
"Shit yeah man! Suck that dick." I fed him my meat
with every hot, wet stroke of his mouth up and down its
length.
Muffled moans of delight came from his throat. He
wasted no time slurping up my throbbing boner. He pumped and
pulled on my manhood, getting into his feeding frenzy.
"Oh yeah.. eat my cock!" I cooed as he buried his
face in my crotch. "That's it man! Oh yeah!"
He let all but the tip of my dick slide out of his
sucking mouth, ran his tongue over the head of my swollen
knob and licked at my piss slit. I lay back on the bed
reeling from the sensations he was giving me. He was quite
the skillful cock-sucker. He knew it and I was very much
finding out for myself. He slid down further on the bed so
he could get at my balls. With as much skill as he had used
on my wick, he sucked in both of my balls and began rolling
them around in his mouth.
"Oh fuck!" I was surprised that he could get them
both in his mouth. "That feels sooo good."
He remained working over my nuts for a time and
then pounced again onto my pillar with the vice like grip of
his mouth.
After the sucking I had given him and what he was
now doing to me, it was beginning to be more than I could
handle. I was way too hot and bothered and I certainly did
not want to prematurely climax and have the events of the
evening come to a halt so soon. I moved my hands from the
hold I had on his hair, took his chin and tried to raise his
head away from my crotch. Besides, I was greedy. I wanted
much more of him and was not willing to be the first to give
up a load, certainly, not this soon and not this way.
I made an effort to sit up on the bed and pull him
off my cock. He resisted at first but eventually gave in and
crawled back up; lay beside me and returned his face, once
more to mine. For a moment, we just looked into one
another's eyes without saying a word. Our passions had been
over come by pure lust. We were both soaking wet with sweat.
"I still can't believe this is happening." I was
feeling a little bit coy. I held onto his arm.
"Neither can I." He smiled, stroking the side of my
face. "I think you are feeling pretty much the same way I
am. I hope so anyway."
"Absolutely!" I agreed but was not sure of exactly
what I was agreeing to.
My mind went into over-drive. I could have taken
his comment several different ways. Was he talking about
being sexually excited? Was he taking about feeling the lust
or heated pleasures we were giving each other? Or was he
talking about the emotional feelings that, by now, I
definitely knew I was feeling for him?
Again his voice broke my rambling thoughts.
"Whatcha thinking?"
I tried to hide what was in my head. "Oh, I don't
know. Just how wonderful all this is." I couldn't help
myself, I added, "And how wonderful you are!"
He took my face in one of his hands and gave me a
very tender, passionate kiss. We each automatically reached
for the other's cock and started stroking. Our small cooling
off period was over.
Before long, we were full of passion and once more,
over-come with lust. His body language told me what he
wanted to happen next.
"Cool." I thought and followed his lead as we
switched into a sixty-nine position.
Our bodies were a prefect match as far as heights;
we seemed to fit together just right and were able to get an
easy, erotic rhythm going between us. At first we were on
our sides, delivering our shafts into the warmth of each
other's waiting mouth. We hunched our love muscles towards
the other person's gaping lips. Our grunts and groans
sounded animalistic. My head was nestled between his open
legs. I eagerly chewed on his massive uncut prod. He didn't
break his stride as he gulped down my member. We bucked and
jostled, serving up our man-rammers for the other person's
pleasure.
He began to change positions again, turning me onto
my back. He moved up over me. He straddled my head with his
legs, one on each side; pushing the entire length of his
manhood down my throat and leaning over my body to swallow
my cock back down his throat.
"Take it!" he ordered just as he sucked in my
raging hard-on.
My hands grabbed at his butt as he pumped his
mammoth cock into my eagerly waiting mouth. He began fucking
my face and swallowing my dick down his throat. I was really
enjoying worshiping his cock as he force-fed it down my
gullet.
His hands slid under my butt and clasped my cheeks.
He pulled my dick out of his mouth, only to move his lips
between my wide spread legs and to my ball sac. He sucked my
balls in, one at a time. I took his command and did the same
thing to him. I sucked his balls in to my mouth and swirled
them around, my hands clutching at his ass. We were
frantically clawing and grasping at each other's bodies. We
rocked on the bed, exploring forbidden territories. Before
long he had managed to roll me up enough for him to reach my
ass hole with his tongue. I shuddered as I felt the first
assault of his mouth on my bunghole. It gave me time to
maneuver myself into the position to reach his as well. I
flicked my tongue along his crack. We went to town. We began
chewing, licking and sucking at each other's private love
vaults.
We were both working up such heat and lust that we
broke apart from our wet rear attacks only to regain our
composure and to take the other's dick into our mouths
again. Our excitement did not diminish. It actually got more
intense. I felt a burning in my loins and felt his body
tensing up as well. I knew that we were both getting real
close to climaxing. He knew it too. My hands grabbed his
shoulders as a sign that I couldn't take much more. He
pulled away from my cock. I let his dick slip out of my
mouth.
"Wow!" I gasped. "That was real close."
We rolled back onto our sides but stayed in a sixty-
nine position, only we scooted up a bit. He laid his head
against my stomach. I did the same. Our bodies wrapped
tightly together, we held on to each other. We caressed each
other. Lying side by side, our hands roamed over our
partner's body, exploring, learning.
"I just can't get enough of you." He said squeezing
me to him. "I want all of you."
I wanted to give him all of me. To my surprise, I
found myself wanting him inside of me; something I had not
had or wanted from any man in many years. "I want you too."
His hands ran down my back, cupping my ass. His
fingers occasionally, lightly touched the opening to my
tunnel of love. It felt good to have this man touch me like
this. From my reaction, he sensed my desires. With a lustful
look in his eyes, he leaned up and turned his body around.
Placing his strong hands under my hips, he pulled me along
with him and repositioned me on my back in the center of the
bed.
I reached my arms around his shoulders. He leaned
forward and kissed me on the lips. He stretched his muscular
body on top of mine and began kissing the side of my neck
and slowly began a grinding motion with his hips; our bodies
rubbing against each other's, sliding in the sweat we had
worked up. He kissed his way down my chest, taking each
nipple into his sucking mouth before ending up at my belly.
My head tilted back as the pleasures of his touch excited my
entire being. He gradually sat up between my spread legs,
into a kneeling position, with his feet behind him. He ran
his hands over my torso. I reached up to feel his chest,
letting my fingers go to the places on him that my lips had
explored earlier. I felt his strength. I watched every
movement of both his hands and mine as the fondling of our
chests continued. We stared into each other's eyes, sharing
a knowing look of what we both wanted and knew was about to
happen.
Our pulsing pricks were only inches away from each
other. I took his cock in my hand and place it next to my
own. I slowly began to pump our dicks together, feeling the
power of our shafts, sliding up and down against each other.
It was hot and erotic. His hands continued to work over my
chest as I worked, in slow methodical motion, our throbbing
members. I allowed my fingers to manipulate the skin between
our cocks, making sure that I paid special attention to the
head of his dick, which was becoming more and more full as I
ran our cocks against each other's. I took his manly shaft
in the palm of one of my hands and my own dick in my other
hand and slapped them together, like two swords, meeting on
a battlefield. Yet, this was no battle and even if it was,
I was gladly ready to surrender submission. His crotch
heaved up to meet mine. I felt each of our dicks pulse and
throb in anticipation and began to stoke them together
again. I could feel them filling up and becoming ready to
erupt. Reluctantly, I backed off the pumping action.
As I watched him, I could tell by the look of his
throbbing cock that what was to come was going to be far
more than just a quickie fuck. We had been building to this
moment all night. I could tell that he wanted my ass in the
worst way. This was going to be something special. It
already was. This was going to be the fuck of a lifetime.
He moved his right hand down my body and once again
found my gutter and massaged the outer lips of my love
chute. His fingers prodded and poked at my canal.
I moaned softly "I want to feel you in me." My body
jerking in excited anticipation.
"And you will. every fucking inch of it!" He added
to his statement. "I'm going to sink my big old dick right
where it is suppose to be." He said with a halfway smirk.
"Don't you want it?" He bent forward and gave me a bite on
my neck. "Tell your daddy how much you want it."
"I can't believe that he just said that!" flashed
through my head. "But it sure as hell was turning me on."
Before I could respond, he began to kiss me with a
tenderness that I had not expected. He stretched out once
again on top of me and slid his cock between my legs. I
could feel its hardness as it rubbed against the insides of
my upper thighs. He moved ever so slowly at first, rotating
his hips in a swirling manner, pressing our bodies closer
and closer together. Each time his large manhood moved up
and down between my legs, I felt my desire building. My
body responded to every movement of his body pressing down
onto mine as our now overly heated and sweaty bodies ground
together in a rhythmic motion. My hips bucked and rotated to
meet his, smashing my own throbbing cock against his pubic
hairs and the flat of his stomach. Our chest pressed tightly
together, we continued to kiss as he worked his shaft around
between my legs, sliding it up and down. I ran my hands
along his back. I clutched at his hips and squeezed my legs
together to get a tighter grip on his manhood as it moved in
and out of the vise grip I had placed on it. Every time he
thrust himself forward at the opening between my legs, his
dick did a number on my balls, sliding up and down against
them. The sensation was wonderful. I wanted him to move
harder. I wanted to feel everything about him. I wanted him
inside of me. I joined in on the verbal foreplay.
"Oh daddy! Take me! I want that fat cock up my ass!
Fuck me!" I couldn't help myself. "I want your monster dick
inside of me so fuckin' bad!"
I knew what he wanted. It was time. He knew it too.
He sat up and leaned over me, to the nightstand where he had
earlier unpacked a small over night bag filled with condoms
and lubricants. He took out a condom and a bottle of a
lubricant and dropped the bag on the floor. Not a word was
spoken. He sat back on his heels between my wide spread
legs. I watched as he started to open the condom package.
Before he could go any further, I grabbed it from him. He
gave me a puzzled look at first but then realized what I was
doing.
"Let me." I finished opening the packet.
I placed the condom over the head of his raging
hard-on and began rolling it down the length of his shaft.
While I stroked the rubber over his dick and pressed the air
out of its tip, he reached for the lubricant and squeezed a
small amount out of the bottle onto the fingers of his left
hand. He dropped the bottle on the floor and began to rub
some of the wet fluid around the opening to my tunnel. My
head rolled from side to side in the anticipation of what
was to come. Very gently he massaged my butt hole and slowly
began to insert a fingertip to help loosen me up. He stared
at my face, only glancing down a few times to the sight of
his hand as he continued to probe my ass with his finger.
He twisted and turned his finger, pulling it out and then
returning it a little further up my ditch.
My ass responded to the sudden attack of a second
finger being added. "Oh yeah!" came from deep in my chest.
He knew that I was ready. With his right hand, he
lifted my hips to meet his crotch. He was still kneeling
between my legs with me under him, on my back. He pulled me
onto his waiting lap, my knees bending up on either side of
his hips. I shuttered as he slowly placed the head of his
voracious dick at the entrance to my eager love slot.
Not having had anything up there in years, I began
to tense with the prospects of his huge, manly organ ripping
my butt wide open. He could tell that I was somewhat nervous
about the actual entry, even though I wanted so much for it
to happen. He took his time, watching my expressions as he
continued to push the head of his cock slowly into my
opening. He leaned forward and kissed me. His kisses and
gentleness was all I needed to ease my fears and help me
relax. I could feel him penetrating the outer wall of my
hole; pushing his big mushroom head inside the entrance to
my ass. He had gotten me so hot and bothered that it didn't
take much time or effort for him to guide his dick past my
opened gate.
"Oh fuck yeah!" I let out a moan as the shock of
his entry both surprised me and filled me with lust. My
hands clung to his hips.
He held his cock still, at my vault's entrance for
a while, not moving a muscle; allowing me the time to get
use to having this invader inside of my ass. He kissed me
deeply, and ever so slowly began to inch his shaft further
and further inside my channel of love. I was in ecstasy. I
grunted in pleasure each time his pulsing prick made its way
deeper into my cavern. He pulled back on his man-rammer
until he once again had only the head of his engorged cock
in my chute; my hands grasped at his hips as if I were
trying to stop him from pulling completely out of me. Each
time he pushed his joystick forward; I hunched my hips up to
meet his driving motion. He knew that I was ripe for the
taking. He pulled his lips away from me and sat back up. He
lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and with one long, last
forceful push, he buried himself all the way in. His head
fell backwards as he impaled me on his monster of a dick.
My body arched up off the bed at the sudden assault
from his man rammer. There wasn't any time for me to get use
to having this sizable shaft buried deep inside of my body.
We began to fuck! I quickly fell into his rhythm. My head
was spinning. My lust was completely out of control. I
moaned like an animal, in pleasure.
"God yeah! Fuck me!" was all I could manage to get
out, as he began a slow, but firm rhythmic rolling motion of
his hips; driving his cock in and out of my butt.
"Yeah baby. Fuck on that dick." He groaned as our
bodies slowly pounded against one another.
Each time he thrusted his manhood into me, I
loosened up the muscles of my ass hole to be able to take in
his length and girth. As he pulled back out, I squeezed down
on my muscles to make my ass hole as tight as I could. I
was using my butt to do an ass sucking motion on this man's
cock. I matched each drive he made with an equal force. The
more he pushed forward, the more I moved my hips and ass up
to meet him.
He fucked me!
His hands helped support my legs as he ground and
lurched, harder and deeper, forcing me onto his pumping dick
as he rammed it into my willing dark chute.
I fucked back!
My hands grasped at the sides of my hips, not
wanting to let his cock escape the grasp my ass had on this
marvelous shaft.
Our moans of pleasure became louder as we clutched
at each other; both in a state of total sexual overdrive.
"Oh man! Your ass is so sweet." He panted. "God, I
love the way you fuck on my dick!"
He held my legs in the air by my ankles and watched
as his dick slipped in and out of my stink hole. He rode my
butt and began pumping himself into me with such force that
I was pushed down hard on the bed.
"That's it. Pound my butt! Deeper!" I moaned.
"Drive that big fucker up there. Oh man, yeah! You feel so
god-damn good inside of me!"
Our tempo increased. We were fucking like two dogs
in heat. He was driving his cock deep into my body and I was
fucking back onto his dick. Ever so often, he would pull
almost all of his length completely out. I tightened my
cheeks, trying to make sure that my ass held a firm grip on
his tool. No sooner than the head of his dick had reached
the entrance to my hole, he would ram it all the way back in
with a force that made me shudder, and each time I would
meet his plunge with equal strength.
He hunched up onto his knees, lifting my butt up
off the bed, to meet his ass buster. He had a bird's eye
view of his slammer grinding in and out of my vault. My legs
draped across his bent arms; he increased his thrusting
deeper inside me, causing my dick to bounce against my
belly. He reached down with his right hand, as he rode my
ass, and began pumping wildly on my cock. I could feel his
cock throbbing in my hole and I tightened up my cheeks,
locking him inside of me.
He leaned in to plant a passionate kiss on my lips.
We kissed, thrashing back and forth, as our lovemaking
became more heated and out of control.
"Oh God!" I broke our kiss. I grabbed hold of his
hand to stop him from pumping my dick. I was again getting
too close to climaxing.
He didn't immediately release the clutch he had on
my cock right away. He squeezed and held onto it, feeling it
throb in his hand.
He raised my legs to his shoulders and bent me
backwards with my knees bent up to my chest. He shifted his
body from his kneeling position, down on top of my up-turned
butt; never once allowing his cock to slip from the confines
of its warm cavern. With me doubled over, he stretched his
body out, much like a push up position, and slammed his
manhood all the way into my ass. In this position I could
feel every inch of his width and length inside of me. I
loved it!
"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed as his cock sliced into my
rear.
I placed my hands on his rear to help him drive his
wonderful cock as far up my ass as he could push it. He
began pumping his shaft into me with an intensity he had not
used so far. His feet dug into the bed sheets, his hands
holding onto my bent legs by my ankles. The sounds of his
crotch slamming into my ass cheeks became louder; he drilled
my butt. His balls beat against my cheeks with each heave he
made. My body responded to his every lurch.
"Take that cock. That's it. Take that big mother
fucker." He grunted. "Augh man! It feels so fuckin' good."
His dick was slicing deep into my dark tunnel with
an increasing need to fulfill its purpose.
"God! You are so fuckin' wonderful. Do it!" I
released my hands from his butt and took hold of his face.
"Oh Yeah Baby! Fuck me!"
I pulled myself up to meet his face with mine and
we locked lips in a fashion of both desire and need. He let
go of my ankles, allowing my legs to drop down to the bed.
He lowered his muscular body down fully onto mine. I threw
my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his hips.
His cock still buried deep inside, we lay there not moving
for a moment; just feeling the passion of our bodies next to
each other and the strength of his pulsing shaft inside of
me. We held on to each other. We were pressed so tightly
together that I could feel his heart beating in his chest.
My own cock throbbed wildly between our bellies. We took the
time to let ourselves cool down a bit without losing any of
our momentum.
"I didn't realize just how much I needed this.
Wanted this." He whispered in my ear. "You make me so damn
hot. I can't get enough of you."
Before I could respond, he began to kiss me once
more and our lust took control again. Our hips began a slow
grinding motion. I could feel my dick being smashed against
our stomachs and his cock throbbing inside of me, eager to
resume its rampage of pleasure as he lay on top of me,
kissing me full and hard on the lips.
His rhythm began to pick up and before long we were
both back at the peak of a hot and heavy pile driving
experience.
"I've got to move you around. to get more of that
ass." He burst out as he took one of my legs and moved it
over his body to the same side as my other leg.
I knew exactly what he was up to. The man sure
knew what he was doing because he did this with a lot of
finesse. Never once did he let his cock come out of me as he
maneuvered us into our new position. He wanted to roll me
over onto my stomach so he could get deeper in me; or so I
thought.
Lying on my stomach, my legs spread wide apart; I
could feel him once again start to drive his shaft home. I
raised my hips up to meet his rear attack. As I did, he put
his hands around my waist and pulled me back onto him as he
sat up onto his knees. I felt his balls slapping against
mine. We both now were squatting on the bed; my ass snuggled
perfectly on his bucking lap between his open legs. I ground
my ass down on to his cock. We rocked back and forth. He
kissed and chewed on the back of my neck. His hands reached
around my body to recapture my pulsating dick. I sat on his
dick and rotated my ass. My hands held onto his knees on
either side of my own. He began to stroke my dick as he
hammered his huge boner in and out of my impaled hole.
No longer were we just two men fucking. We
somewhere, in the throws of desires, had become two men
making love, two men who felt as if they had known each
other for a lifetime. The chemistry, heat and the passion
were certainly there. The Time was RIGHT! Our bodies seemed
to mold themselves to the other person's body in a so
familiar way. Our only concern was giving absolute total
pleasure to the other.
"I don't want this to stop." He whispered in my
ear. "I want this to go on forever."
I turned my head around as much as I could, over my
shoulder to see his face. "So do I! God, so do I."
He kissed the side of my face.
I rocked my hips back onto his lap. "I haven't felt
like this in a very long time. I wasn't sure that I could or
even knew how to feel anymore. But with you. I feel alive
again. I don't want this to ever end."
I knew that I was getting a little too
emotional. I didn't want to loose it and have tears start to
flow down my face, so I quickly changed the subject. "Man,
does your dick ever go down?"
"Apparently" he laughed, "not with you around, it
doesn't."
He pushed me forward onto my hands and knees; he
followed suit and began to push himself deeper inside of me.
We picked up our lust right where we had slowed down from;
but this time, we were in doggie style position. Guess that
is were the expression `Fucking like dogs' comes from.
Slowly, but with much firmness, he gradually increased his
intensity and speed. My hips were moving not only back and
forth with his, but also in a circular motion to match his
rhythm. He leaned in. I could feel his hot breath on the
back of my neck. He kissed me. I could feel his chest and
belly hairs rub across my back. I was moaning wildly and
could hear his animalistic grunting as well. Our tempo
increased.
"Augh fuck yeah! That's it man. Take your daddy's
dick." He managed to get out between the grunts and groans.
He continued to work his hard cock in and out of my butt.
"That's it. Oh baby! Fucking unbelievable man. I'm filling
your fucking ass so full of man-dick. God, what an ass!"
He pushed my head lower onto the bed as he rammed
his massive tower deep into my willing ass. I buried my face
into a pillow to muffle the sounds I was making. I was so
turned on by the sound of his voice and what he was saying
that I didn't want my own sounds of pleasure to distract
from his verbal sexual assault.
He skewered me with his sausage. Our breathing was
more labored. With my head lowered to the bed and my ass
sticking up in the air, he had easy access to my lovingly
tortured hole. His hands griped the sides of my butt,
pushing and pulling it back and forth as he pumped with an
increased urgency. His balls beat down against my nuts each
time he drilled his cock into my gaping hole. My dick
flopped wildly in the air. His trust became harder, more
savage.
He continued, "Do you like that cock up there. That
big daddy dick? Augh yeah! It feels so fuckin' good. doesn't
it? Fuck on it man. Take that mother fucking cock!"
He pounded his cock into my ass as deep as it would
go, and then held it there for a second or two. It could
have been longer but it seemed way too short an amount of
time for me.
"You sure know how to treat daddy's dick." He once
again began pounding his manhood in and out of my up-turned
rear end. "Oh yeah baby! Move those hips. Work'em baby.
That's it. Make your daddy's dick feel good!" He was panting
very hard. " Yeah! Fuck back on my cock."
Again, every time he drove his shaft forward I would
loosen my muscles to be able to take all of him in. Then as
he pulled his cock out, I would tighten up my cheeks and ass
muscles again to make my grip feel as if my ass was sucking
his dick. My muscles clinched and rotated to match his
forward driving ass-rammer.
I could no longer hold back, "That's it daddy. Fuck
me! Drill my butt!" I gasped for air. "Pump that big meat in
there! Oh yeah! "
A few times it felt as if the head of his cock was
going to pop right out of my ass which would make me panic;
not wanting to lose the feeling of this marvelous pillar
inside of me. This was just his way of teasing me and
keeping me at the peak of sexual excitement. It worked. When
I thought it was about to come out I would reach back and
grab him desperately by his hips and try to hold him in
place. He would smile knowingly and sink his shaft all the
way in, in one long, slow hard thrust. His pelvis once again
joined tightly together with the cheeks of my butt, we
pushed and rotated our hips as if we were grinding ourselves
into the other person.
"MMMM!" came from deep inside of my throat. "Fuck
my ass. Oh yeah! That's it. Fuck it man. Harder!" I was
going wild. "Oh shit! MMM! Yeah! Work that ass. Pump that
big dick of yours in there! Yeah. Deeper!"
I pushed my hips back to meet his driving force.
"God! You've got me so fuckin' hot!" I was really
into it. "Oh yeah! Come on Daddy. ride my fucking butt."
He could tell that I was now in the throes of pure
animal lust; just as much if not more than he was, which was
turning him on even more.
"You like your daddy's dick up your ass, boy?" he
growled. "Your daddy's big fucking dick?"
"Fuck yeah, man!" I spurted out between forward
drilling of his ramrod. "Give it to me daddy! I want it. I
have to have it." I was hunching back harder on his dick.
"Oh yeah! I NEED IT! Fuck me daddy!"
He pounded my ass and I met each and every jab of
his cock with an equal amount of forcefulness. I could feel
his strength and his power. He drove into me as if he was
trying to ram his monumental sword completely through me. My
body shook with lust and excitement. He forced me down
completely flat onto the bed. His body encompassed mine as
he lay on top of my back, drilling his ramrod up my love
chute.
Covered in sweat, consumed with greed and quivering
in erotic need for each other, our love making intensified
even more. I could tell that his climax was not far from
happening. I too was about at the peak of my own pleasure. I
could have popped a load at any minute and I knew that he
was in about the same shape. Just having his dick inside of
me with his body pressing down onto mine, was just about all
that either of us could.
I just wanted this to go on forever. He must have
been thinking the same thing. I turned my head to meet his;
he kissed me on the lips.
"Not yet!" he breathed hard. "I don't want to
finish. We're just getting started. I can't get enough of
you. I have to have more."
I could tell there was a sort of cry in his voice
as he said these things. I too sensed a strong need for more
closeness, more feeling and more sex. In such a short time,
I had found myself becoming a pig by wanting to devour this
man in every sense of the word and I too could feel his
needs and longings because I was going through all the same
emotions.
Regrettably for both of us, he slowly began pulling his
throbbing hard engine out of the opening of my caboose. My
body quivered and leaped as the mushroom head of his shaft
popped free from its confines. Removing the condom, he slid
his cock back between my legs and lay back down again on me,
with his chest against my back. His head nuzzling beside
mine. He took my hands in his and stretched them above our
heads.
He kissed the side of my face. "God, this is the
way it is suppose to be. I had no idea that I could ever
feel the things that I do right now."
He lay on top of me, his arms mirroring mine above
our heads. It was as if we were each other's shadow. Each
other's soul.
"You felt so good inside of me." I managed to
utter, "But I could stay just like this too. for hours. I
love the feel of your body against mine."
After what seemed to be too short a time, he rolled
off me and onto his left side. I turned, rolling on to my
right side. Lying face to face, our still raging hard cocks
brushed against each other. We both looked down and grinned.
"Wow!" he giggled. "I thought we both needed a
little break but from the look of our dicks; I don't think
we are going to get one."
I reached down taking his cock in my left hand,
"This is one fucking fantastic piece of meat. and you sure
do know exactly how to put it to good use too."
He had taken hold of my dick with his right hand.
"Why, thank you kind sir." He smiled mocking my southern
accent. "You've got a damn nice hunk of dick, yourself."
We watched each other stroking our quivering cocks.
He broke the silence. "I have to tell you. you sure
know how to make my cock jump to attention. Hell, I thought
I would loose it when you were going down on me but. Shit! .
Where on earth did you learn to do all of that with your
ass? You had me almost there so many times. then you would
back off with those cheeks of your. made me able go a
little longer. Damn, you are good!"
"Hey now, precious darlin', I was only just
reactin' to you and everything you were doin' to me." I had
to give credit where credit was due. "You're the one who had
me at the brink of exploding several times." I interjected.
We just lay there talking and looking into one
another's eyes as we continued to feel and pump on the each
other's dicks. Again our lips met. First softly and then
with more intensity. Before long the heat was right back to
where we had left off.
I kissed his neck and then; moving my body down on
the bed, slid my mouth down his torso to his crotch. I could
smell his manliness from the sweat on his body hairs. It
excited me to no end. Using my left hand I guided his dick
to my lips and took it back into my mouth. I pumped his
shaft with my left hand at the same time my right hand
fondled his balls. I sucked as if I would never be able to
experience such a perfect cock ever again in my life; the
magnificent cock that had just been up my ass. I savored it.
I worked my tongue around the mushroom head, darting the tip
of my tongue in and out of his cum slit. I ran my lips up
and down the length of his shaft on either side of it before
I once again took the entire length of his manhood back down
to the very depths of my throat. I sucked like a wild man.
His body responded by him bucking his hips forward to meet
my eagerly sucking lips.
"Damn! There you go again!" he crooned. "Is there
nothing you're not good at?" he asked.
I moved him onto his back and began sucking his
dick with even more intensity as I had done earlier.
"God your mouth feels good! You can keep that up
the rest of the night!" he moaned. "So fucking hot!"
I released my handgrip from his cock, making sure
to keep it sliding in and out of my sucking lips. I put my
hands under his hips and pulled his body to the edge of the
bed; at the same time I moved myself onto the floor. As I
repositioned our bodies, I allowed his cock to pop free from
my mouth, slapping itself up against his belly. I sat on my
knees, beside the bed. His legs spread wide open on either
side of my crouching body; I had his body dangling on the
edge of the bed. I again attacked his crotch with my
slurping mouth. I used my hands to fondle each of his nuts.
I rolled and pulled on them as I leaned up, cupping my lips
and running them up and down the length of his shaft, as it
lay flat against his belly. I worked his cock back and
forth, pressing it down with my lips against his abdomen.
Every time my lips reached the top of his shaft, I teased
the head of his dick. Finally, without ever using my hands
to touch it, I took his raging hard-on back in to my mouth
and eagerly sucked it all the way down my throat. I had
ulterior motives for what I was doing to him and I wanted to
make damn sure I had him as hot and bothered as he could
possibly be; very much the same way he had gotten me
earlier. I continued kneading his balls with my hands as I
hungrily took the enormous length of his shaft in and out of
my open throat.
"Aw! Fuck yeah! Don't stop!" he murmured. "That
feels great."
I had no intention of stopping; at least not
stopping what I had in mind that I wanted to do. He had
taken hold of my head as if he was the one in control and
was guiding my sucking actions on his dick. Little did he
know my seduction of his cock was only the beginning of what
I had in mind. I pressed on.
I grabbed hold of his ridged hard-on with my left
hand as I began to move my lips back to his balls, much to
his disappointment. I gently caressed them in my oven of a
hot mouth, first one and then the other. I swirled them
around, getting them nice and wet with my tongue. I stroked
his manhood with my right hand while my left hand was busy
helping with the soft pulling torture of his nuts by my
mouth. I could hear from the sounds he was making that he no
longer was protesting me having taken my lips away from his
meat. I knew I was making him just as hot as he had made me
earlier. I was going on gut instinct, sheer passion and of
course, lust. My plan, if I really even had one, was
working.
Slowly, I released his nuts out of my mouth but
kept my right hand pulling on them, my other hand working on
his enormous cock. I sat up, just to look at everywhere my
mouth had just been. I had to marvel at the sight of this
man's body and equipment. I took in the wonders of his body
as it lay before me like some lovingly prepared feast spread
out, waiting to be devoured. His massive, hairy chest rising
and falling with deep heavy breaths of passion, every muscle
of his body taut with the heat of the night and the
anticipation of what was to come. His dick throbbed and
pulsed in my hand; offering up its strength as it engorged
itself with the treasure his balls were steadily churning up
to unload. I knew where I wanted to go next and what I
wanted when I got there.
"Yes!" I thought to myself. "I have him right
where I want him." I was certainly right where I wanted to
be.
I lifted his balls so I could get my mouth again to
the skin between his ball sac and his ass hole. With one
hand stroking his cock up against his belly and the other
hand pushing his balls up, I lowered my face and began
nibbling and licking my way towards his treasure chest.
Knowing his prostate was right behind this area, I applied
pressure with my lips. I chewed and sucked, moving closer
and closer to the furrow of his cheeks. At first he tensed
and started to protest, but the sensations he was getting
from every fiber of his crotch, made him soon give in to my
prying mouth. As I flicked my tongue at his tender opening,
he first moaned a low moan of shocked pleasure and then
relaxed. That was all I needed to tell me it was okay to
continue.
"It's my turn." I grinned devilishly.
From the position we were in, it was not as easy to
reach his butt hole as I had expected it to be. I
momentarily released his dick and balls from my fondling
hands and lifted his legs by his knees, pushing him back
some and bending his body backwards over itself. Now his
entire rear end was exposed to me. I knew he wanted this
because he helped support the weight of his legs with his
own hands. I leaned in and chewed on one of his cheeks and
then the other. My hands cupped his ass cheeks and spread
them wide for me to get a better shot at the target in front
of me.
"Oh baby. Don't mind if I do!" I murmured. "I just
gotta get me some of that!"
I lowered my face to his hole, sticking my tongue
right into its sweet center. He moaned. I licked, lightly
at first, at the entrance of his bunghole. As his moans of
pleasure became more heated and louder, I increased the
pressure and began to suck in the manliness of this
beautiful man before me.
"Aw fuck." He crooned as I assaulted his most
private place. "That's so fucking wild! Shit, man! Eat it!"
His head thrashed back and forth on the bed. "Oh fuck! I
can't believe you are doing that."
"Hell!" I thought to myself. "I can't believe that I
am doing this either!"
I was never one to play the total top, or total
bottom for that matter; I usually tried to stay fairly much
in the middle, being basically oral in the sex department.
In most of my past sexual experiences, I had always done
just that. But this was turning into something more. Pure
cardinal lust. I had always thought that there was no part
of a man's body that were with, should be worshiped and
fully explored.
This man bent over before me, with his ass up-
turned for my pleasure, was taking me to places I had not
been in many, many years. I found myself lusting after him
in ways I had not felt for anyone since the very first true
love in my life, some years before. I wanted to make love to
this man and experience him in the same ways he had just
done to me. Man to man! No role-playing. No one person in
total control; each person taking nothing away from the
other, yet, both taking from the other absolute pleasure,
because they want and need to do just that; and in response,
giving the same amount of pleasure back to their partner.
Just one man to another man, the way gay lovemaking should
be. At that point in time, I had this beautiful hunk of a
man moaning in ultimate delight from the pleasures I was
giving him, which only made my own desires that much more
determined and stronger.
I stood up beside the bed. I took hold of his legs and
pulled his hips off the edge of the bed, closer up to meet
my waiting crotch. I lifted his rear end by his legs and
lowered each of them onto my shoulders. My dick twitched at
the first touch of his ditch. I rubbed my impatient prick
over his backside, letting the head tease the opening of
chocolate highway. My left hand rubbed across the firmness
of his chest, feeling the heat we each shared. With my right
hand, I took hold of my dick and slapped it against his
raging hard-on. Our crotches again touching each other's, I
placed our dicks together and stroked them.
"You're right. It IS your turn." I heard him say in
an almost exhausted low voice, letting me know that he
wanted me inside of him as much as I had wanted him inside
of me earlier.
I lowered his legs in order to reach back to the
floor where he had dropped the condom bag and bottle of
lubricant. I found the lubricant first and sat it on the bed
next to his legs. Not being able to locate the bag
containing the condoms, I had to lean down.
"Shit, where the fuck is it?" I asked somewhat
frustrated. "I know it was here awhile ago."
Apparently, during the evening's active play we had
managed to somehow kick the bag under the bed. He sat up
and rubbed my ass as I bent over and rummaged around the
floor for the much needed bag.
"It has to be there. I dropped it on the floor in
the same place as the lube." He sounded almost desperate.
I found it and quickly grabbed a condom out of the
opened bag. "Here it is."
He moved further up on the bed and I climbed up to
meet him. He lay down and I moved back between his legs;
into the position I had reluctantly left. As I did, I was
already feverishly tearing open the condom package and in
the process of putting the condom on my throbbing dick. I
thought my dick was going to break. It was as hard as a
rock. I was in a hurry. I was greedy and too much time had
been wasted looking for the fucking bag in the first place.
Besides, I didn't want him to cool down any. I wanted him in
the worst way. I wanted him to feel the same pleasure that
he had already given me.
I slid my head back down between his legs while
unrolling the condom down my shaft and began mouthing his
ass once more. When I felt that I had him nice and wet, and
I had him hot and totally excited again, I slowly began
raising my body with his legs over my shoulders until I was
crouched once more at his backside. I moved my body up to
meet his, the head of my aching dick arched to meet his
waiting ass. He watched as I placed my cock-head at the
crack of his muscular butt.
I heard him say, "Easy." when the tip of my dick
first made contact. "It's been a long time for me too. I'm
not use to this."
I knew this was something new for him since he had
told me that he had always been primarily a top. I wanted
this experience to be both wonderful and special. Having him
wanting to share this moment with me and willing to have me
enter his forbidden tunnel had already made this very
special for me.
As he had done earlier, I squeezed a small amount
of lubricant on to my fingers and I watched as I began
working them around the outer opening of his tightly
clenched ass.
"Try to relax. I'll go as slow as you need me to."
I offered up some encouragement. "I want you to enjoy this
too."
I rubbed some of the lubricant around his butt
hole. When I felt he had relaxed some and was ready, I
pushed a fingertip in. His body clenched and gave a slight
jump. I did not back off the pressure. I twisted my hand so
that my finger moved inside of his hole, massaging the
entrance. He tightened up at first. I worked at his
sphincter muscle until he got accustomed to the invader and
then I began to slowly add another finger. He was ready. I
made sure of it.
"Ough!" he crooned as the second finger slipped
past his entrance to join my other finger working in the
depths of his love channel. "Yeah!"
I squatted between his legs and placed my tool
firmly at his entryway. I teased his ass hole with the head
of my dick. I rubbed it around the entrance of his butt,
then across his balls and back down to his ass again. I
started to slowly push the tip of my hard-on in, not
surprised at the tightness of his somewhat virgin hole. I
felt him tighten up as my dick tried to slide past the outer
opening. I held off going any further until his body had
time to adjust to the prowler. My right hand grabbed hold of
his raging hard cock. I squeezed and pulled at his pole and
pushed my shaft in a little deeper. His body gave a sudden
jump as the head of my cock finally slipped past his
sphincter muscle.
"Awgh! FUCK! Dick in my ass!" he exclaimed in half
sentences. "Feels good. AUGH YEAH!" He thrashed on the bed
under me. "Yeah! Easy! Take your time. Take your time."
His breath was coming hard and deep. He was hot as
hell. I could tell by the way his ass opened to the presence
of my cock; knocking at his back door, that he was
definitely ready. I pressed on. I slowly pushed forward,
driving about half of my dick into him. I stopped there,
only long enough for him to get use to the sensation of a
cock. my cock. up his butt. I gradually pulled back on my
shaft then pushed back into his tunnel a little deeper. I
started a slow rotating motion with my hips giving him a
little time to get use to having my boner up his ass before
I went any further.
"Man, your ass is fuckin tight." I quivered. "It
feels so fucking hot on my dick." I was not use to having
any man impaled on my shaft; especially not a man like this
one.
I bent my body over his and began kissing his lips.
Our tongues darted back and forth in the heat of the moment.
Gently and patiently I pushed in a little more as I felt his
butt start relaxing to the pressure of my cock in his ass.
His legs still over my shoulders, our mouths devouring the
others' with hot, wet kisses, I made one final push, driving
my dick home, until my tower was buried all the way in. The
hair at the base of my dick hit up against his balls and I
broke off the kiss.
All I could utter was, "Augh fuck!"
My body arched up, pressing my entire weight onto
his pelvis as my dick bottomed out in the depths of his love
canal.
"Fuck! Baby you've got it. It's all yours. Go for
it!" he panted; propping himself up on his elbows so he
could watch as I entered his body. "Take my ass! Push that
rod all the way in."
His ass had to have been the tightest asses I had
ever experienced. I wasn't sure how much I would be able to
take. It felt so good. but was so damn tight!
"Yes!" He was breathing heavy. "Shit man, take me.
Oh God! Fuck my ass."
I moved in a similar motion to what we had done
earlier, when he was in me. We began to fuck, just the same
as before; except now I was in the drivers seat. With each
trust I made forward, he moved his hips back up to meet
mine. As I pulled my cock back, he tightened up his ass,
trying to keep me inside of him. He seemed to be enjoying it
just as much as I had enjoyed having him fuck me. I grabbed
a hold of his legs with my hands and began a rocking motion.
I drilled his ass with my hard dick. His left hand reached
for my right nipple and squeezed it; his right hand grabbed
for his raging hard dick and feverishly began to jack it.
The harder I drove in and out of his ass, the more he moaned
and pulled at his cock. We were both about at the point of
no return. The heat from our bodies and the lovemaking had
us both extremely worked up. We were animals. Grinding our
pelvises together and fucking and grunting like pigs;
letting ourselves succumb to the lust we had shared for each
other all night, we hunched back and forth on the bed.
"Take my dick!" I exclaimed as I sank my cock deep
inside his ass. "Fuck on it, man. Take it all." I pushed and
pulled my shaft in and out of him. "God yeah! That feels so
good! Man, you're so fucking hot! Fuck it! Feels good! Yeah,
you make my dick feel good." I was riding him like there was
no tomorrow.
"Oh yeah. fuck my ass. pump that big dick up
there." he sputtered between the jabbing thrusts of my cock.
"Holy shit. that feels. so fucking. GOOD!"
I held his legs and watched as I pushed and prodded
his ass hole with my man-ramming cock. His body lurched each
time I slammed into him. My balls slapped at his underside.
Our bodies continued bucking at a steady, fevered pitch,
which was working us both up to the level of popping our
wads at any minute. We each knew that we had to slow down
before we each reached that point where we couldn't stop
ourselves from emptying our nuts. I slowed my motion. We
neither one wanted to lose our loads just yet. The look in
his eyes told me that he really didn't want to stop, but
knew we had to.
I took hold of his dick in my right hand, gave it a
firm squeeze and began pulling my dick out of his ass. I
slowly let his legs fall from my shoulders, back to the bed
and gently began pulling back on my dick. His muscles
clamped down tightly on my shaft; making my dick feel as if
I would loose my nut at any time. His throbbing manhood
pulsed and quivered in my hand and I knew he was real close
to blowing his load as well. His left hand quickly moved to
cover my hand holding onto his cock. He stopped me from
stroking his prick. He relaxed; knowing I had understood
that he didn't want me to make him cum just yet. I held on
to his quaking shaft and began, ever so slowly, to free my
cock from the imprisonment of his hot, tight ass. It seemed
to take forever for my cock to completely exit his tunnel.
When the head of my poker finally popped out of its
confines, his body made a huge jump and I thought for sure
that he had shot his honey.
"Augh fuck!" he exclaimed. "NO!"
His body gave a lurch forward as soon as my dick
was completely out. He threw his arms around my neck,
pulling me to him. I collapsed on top of him. I was hoping
that I had given him as much pleasure as he had given me.
Our lips wrapped around each other's and we began kissing
with a shared knowledge that everything we had just done
this evening was not yet quite over.
Both of us were wringing wet from the sweat of our
bodies and we were gasping for air as we broke off our
kisses. I rolled off of him and pulled the condom from my
dick. We lay side-by-side for a second or two and then he
propped himself up with his left elbow and leaned over me.
He ran his free hand around the hairs on my chest.
"Man that was fucking fantastic." He spoke in a
raspy voice. "It's been a long time since anyone has been
there or that I even wanted anyone up there."
I broke in before he had a chance to say anything
else. "We almost lost it. You had me so damn hot." I stroked
his face, "I could tell that you were real close and I was
afraid I couldn't hold off any longer either."
"Maybe we shouldn't" was all he said.
His right hand began lowering to my crotch, taking
hold of my still raging hard tower. With my left hand, I
reached for his cock. It pulsed in my hand. I just held on
to his throbbing member; not daring to stroke it for fear he
would finally loose control and shoot.
We did not speak another word. We did not move. We
just held on to each other's manly shafts; our bodies and
minds so closely connected by this time that we could feel
our hearts beating between us. We lay quietly on the bed,
looking deeply into each other's eyes; breathing and panting
heavily, locked in each other's grasps. Our eyes searching
for the reassurance that each of us was experiencing the
same emotional intensity and that it actually was in fact
really happening.
We began a soft but passionate kiss; holding on to
each other's drooling joysticks. Our lustful kisses turned
from merely brushing over each other's lips and faces to
nibbling at each other's ears and finally chewing on each
other's necks. We each wanted to make this last a lot
longer, but could tell the time for release was way over due
and real close at hand. We had been so turned on, so heated
up and at the breaking point too many times that night.
He started to stir, letting go of my dick; I released
his cock as well. I shifted on the bed as he climbed back on
top of me. I thought that he was going to do a repeat of his
love making, but this time he made no attempt to put his
manhood back inside of me. I placed both of my hands on his
back, pulling him to me. I felt his weight lower completely
down on top of me, our chests rubbing against each other,
our cocks smashing between our stomachs. We passionately and
greedily pressed against each other. We were in-heat. Our
dicks moving around and side-by-side each other's; every
inch of our bodies lubricated with sweat, we slid and
hunched together. We ground ourselves together in a
simulated fucking motion. As we simultaneously banged and
thrashed, we showered each other with strong, hot, wet
kisses, full of lust. No longer were we content with
anything less than full out passion for the other person;
trying to symbolically, actually eat each other. With more
and more intensity, we kissed deeper and harder, working
ourselves up to the moment of release. Muffled grunts and
groans were coming from us both. Our bodies were pounding
and thrashing all over the bed, our crotches smashing into
one another with more and more ferocity.
I broke our lip lock long enough to utter, "I'm
real close!" My balls were at their breaking point.
I tried to hold off until I was sure that he too
was ready. He was sucking on the side of my neck;
obliviously giving me a hicky.
"Me too!" He grunted, "I'm there!"
I could feel his body start to get rigid and knew
his time was at hand too. He put his hands on the bed on
either side of my chest and pushed his upper body up so that
his cock pressed and rubbed harder against my cock. He
ground and pushed his dick against mine. We stared into each
other's eyes, knowing the TIME was RIGHT. My hands clutched
at his chest, grabbing at his nipples and the hairs on his
pecs. The friction and wetness of our bodies pounding
against each other had finally reached a critical point.
This was the moment we had been building to all night.
"I'm going to.I'm Cumming!" he threw his head back
as he began to empty the first wad of his juices all over my
stomach. "Oh shit! Oh God!" His dick pressed harder and
harder against mine. "Augh! Yes!"
No sooner than his dick started gushing his big
sticky load onto my crotch and stomach, my cock began
squirting out my hot cum.
"Oh fuck yeah! I'm there! I'm there" My head
twisted and turned on the bed. "Mmmm! Oh fuck!"My dick shot
the first of my load. "Fuck yes! I continued to pump what
felt like my entire guts into the river of love fluid
between us. "Ugh! Ugh! Yes!"
We, at the same moment, climaxed!
We continued our humping and grinding motion as our
cocks shot pools of jism between us. Our crotches filled
with the juices of out lovemaking. Our bodies were tense.
Our grunts and groans of pleasure came louder.
"Oh yeah baby, shoot that fucking big load all over
me!" I cried out. "Make me wet! It feels so good!"
He continued sliding his dick up against mine. Our
loads shot everywhere. The feel of it was wonderful. The
sweat and heat from our bodies and the sticky wetness of our
orgasms, made everything about what was happening seem that
much more erotic.
"Fucking take my load!" he grunted as his dick shot
still more of his wonderful liquid onto my belly. "Shit man!
Wow! Feels so good!"
We thrashed against each other, driving our dicks
together in one last depositing, flinging drive; until our
balls were completely drained.
He collapsed back down on top of me; both of us
gasping for air. My arms locked around his neck. He kissed
me as hard as I kissed him. We were both totally wasted. We
had drained our bodies of any and all the energy we had
started with. All we could do was to lie in each other's
arms; feeling the hot sticky wetness of our explosions that
we had left between us.
The warm afterglow of our lovemaking began to
settle in. We stayed lying together, holding tightly onto
each other, for quite a while. Neither one of us wanted to
or really was even able to move. His head lay beside mine,
our breathing slowed, allowing our lungs to slowly be able
to take in more air. We began to cool down, savoring the
experience we had just been through. Finally, he rolled off
of me onto his side. I turned to face him.
"Oh my God! That was fucking fantastic." He finally
managed to say. He kissed me again.
I started to move off the bed to get a towel to
clean us up. "That wasn't too bad." I replied and smiled,
"for FOREPLAY!" I quickly added, " Just wait until we REALLY
get into it"
"Foreplay my ass. Is that what you call it?" He
grabbed my arm, pulling me back down to him. "That was a
complete trip around the moon and back." He laughed.
He scooted his body up to the head of the bed,
pulling me up with him. He leaned over and picked up the
pillows from the floor where they had been knocked sometime
during the night. We, for the first time that night, lay on
the bed in a normal position. He rolled onto his back,
placing a pillow under his head and pulled me over to him so
I could lay my head on his strong shoulder. I snuggled in
and we talked. I ran my hand over his chest, playing with
his chest hairs. He lightly rubbed my shoulder using the
hand of the arm I was lying on.
This evening had been everything we had each hoped
it would be and even more. What had originally started out,
as a computer dating, weekend fling; had turned into one of
the wildest, erotic, most passionate, romantic adventures
that either of us had ever had.
"I'm sticky and starving." I kissed his shoulder.
"Are you still hungry?"
He leaned up slightly, "Well, I don't think that we
are going to find anything around here open this late." He
looked over to the nightstand behind me and began to laugh.
"You are not going to believe this. but it is five o'clock
in the morning."
We had gotten so caught up into the lust for each
other. We had made love all evening and well into the
morning and had completely missed dinner.
"It may be too late for dinner but.there is always
breakfast." I grinned and quickly added with a knowing wink,
"That is if BREAKFAST. is anything like dinner!"
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EPILOG
I look at my watch and notice the TIME. almost five
o'clock in the morning. A smile comes to my lips as I sit in
this chair watching his labored breaths; I can still recall
so vividly in my mind, our first meeting and all the love
that came out of it.
Who would ever have thought that twenty years ago,
two men in their fifties, who were HIV positive, would meet
and correspond over the internet, make arrangements to meet
face to face at a gay desert resort community, fall madly in
love and build a wonderful, loving life together. But that
is just the way it happened.
The TIMING had been right for our meeting and we
had spent our TIME together building a beautiful life, full
of an immense love for each other.
From that first weekend, the two of us were never
apart. Not even for one night. except for the few weeks it
took each of us to return to our homes to close out our
businesses; only to return to Palm Springs to buy a house
and set up a life together.
For twenty years he had been the man of my dreams.
I could not imagine life without him. We had shared a
marvelous life. I can only hope that I did everything in my
power to make his life as fulfilled as he made mine.
Now, our time and life was sadly coming to an end.
He lay in his hospital bed, semi-conscious. I keep
an ever vigil watch. He knows that I am here with him. I can
tell. He is the love of my life. This man. My man!
His life force is slowly slipping away from me;
this beautiful creature, which had captured my heart oh so
long ago, is now leaving me. Our time together will soon be
over...but what a time it has been. There had always been so
much love, so much caring, and so much understanding and of
course, so much love making; shared in our brief time
together. I just pray that he can hold on until BREAKFAST!