Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2004 14:18:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: J. W. <hardhattx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beginnings - The Cabaret Singer - Part 2

The Second Date -- Second Base or Home Run?

"Oh, FUUUUCCKKK," the hunk growled as he shot ropes of
thick cum on Dan's sweat-slicked pecs and abs.  The
sperm felt hot and wonderful as it splashed on his
body.  Dan grabbed the hunk's body tightly and held
him close as the man's legs quivered and gave way.
His strong arms supported the spent handsome hunk of a
man as the two hot men stood on the cold tile of the
dark bathroom.  The only light was the filtered street
lamp through the small window over the bathtub.

Dan and Mark had only met the evening before at a
charity event where Mark had performed.  Upon being
introduced their connection had been as electrical as
if both men had been hit by a bolt of lightning.  And,
maybe they had.

That entire day Mark had been in Dan's thoughts.  They
had exchanged a couple of e-mails, both stating that
they were looking forward to getting together that
evening.  Dan had a spring in his step that day, and
had been humming the Gershwin classic, "I've got a
crush on you."  He stopped himself a couple of times
and thought, "Damn Dan, you're acting like a school
girl," but then he shrugged his shoulders and went on
humming.  The staff in his office was glad to see him
in a good mood, and several speculated as to the
cause.  If they only knew.

For the past year, Dan had been working out with a
trainer at a gym.  It was a gay gym and his trainer,
Robert, was also gay.  They had developed a good
relationship and the workouts were as spiritual in
nature as they were physical.  Dan looked forward to
his time with Robert and the abuse that he could dish
out.

Working out with all of the other hot and younger men
always got Dan's testosterone flowing, and with the
anticipation of what was likely to happen this evening
with Mark, he could hardly contain himself.

While Robert stretched him out and worked on his tight
muscles, Dan told of the events of the previous
evening and the immediate and powerful effect Mark had
had upon him.  Robert was of shorter stature than Dan,
but had a ripped body.  His chest, arms and shoulders
were bulging, and under his tank top Robert had the
most solid six-pack abs Dan had ever felt.  Dan had
always been curious about what was in Robert's
jockstrap, and had fantasized about what the trainer's
tattoos would feel like with his tongue, but there
never had been an opportunity for that.  They had
always maintained a professional relationship -- unlike
some of the other trainers and clients in the gym,
that is if you could believe rumor.

Dan respected Robert's philosophy on life and wanted
the man's reaction.  He always had something profound
to say.  "It's about time you found yourself a keeper,
Myrna.  And he's a widow as well... guess you're gonna
get down and have some hot nasty Widda Sex."  Oh well,
so much for profoundness.  "I had expected more from a
Buddhist-Methodist, Nancy." Dan replied.  "Oh fuck
philosophy, just rip the man's clothes off go for that
Widda Sex."  Just the way he had said it, Dan knew the
w and s were capitalized.

Robert continued, "I've met Mark before, and he's a
really sweet man.  But . . ." he paused and Dan
thought, "oh God, he's a serial killer with a
personality disorder."  Robert finished his sentence,
". . . he believes in monogamy, and Lord knows - as
well as everyone else in the Ripcord - what a slut you
can be, Honey."  Dan grimaced, "Yeah, I know.  He
mentioned that.  But he also said he likes inventive
sex.  And that really has my curiosity going."

After the workout, Dan was revved up about his date,
but wanted to relax a bit in the steamroom.  The
steamroom always felt so good and the heat made him
sweat.  He could feel the tension and toxins flowing
from his body and his skin was slick.  Leaning back
and closing his eyes, he slid his hand over his furry
chest and abs.  He lightly tugged on his left nipple
as his right hand roamed down and started pulling
slowly on his thickening cock.  Dan always loved
jacking off in the steam room.  The orgasmic release
in the hot environment always left him heady.  However
this evening was not the night to JO to completion.
He hoped that would come later with the hunk that had
occupied his mind all day.

Dan followed the directions Mark had given him and
found the house quite easily.  It was a cute 1920's
bungalow which been redone.  The stud answered the
door all a grin.  He was wearing a tight navy shirt
with white trim.  It clung quite nicely to his well
formed pecs.  Full cut blue jeans and black boots.
The look in his eyes and the smile conveyed that he
also liked what he saw standing right in front of him.
 All Dan could say was "WOOF!"  Mark pulled him
inside, closed the door and gave Dan a bear hug with
his strong arms and planted a firm kiss on Dan's lips.
 When they broke, Mark smiled and looked into Dan's
green eyes and said, "WOOF back at ya."

Mark had only moved into the house a couple of months
earlier and was still getting settled.   Dan liked
Mark's taste.  A nice mix of contemporary and
antiques.  In the bedroom was a kink sized... er, king
sized sleigh bed.  Dan could already see Mark bent
over the footboard as he plowed that hot ass.  Or, the
other way around.  Dan was totally versatile, and
hoped Mark was as well.  The front bedroom was set up
as an office and music studio.  Mark was pointing out
how he had soundproofed the room and Dan was thinking,
"If he moans too loudly, I'll just bring him in here
to fuck the living daylights out of him."

After the tour as they were standing in the kitchen.
Mark moved in and the two men were standing face to
face, their nipples only inches apart.  Mark grinned
and reached up and cradled Dan's head in both hands
and pulled him in.  Again, their kiss was electric.
Dan's once-broken heart was definitely on the mend.

Smiling, Mark said,  "Let's go eat, I'm starving.
What types of food do you like?"  Dan grinned, "It
doesn't matter to me.  I'm very easy," and winked.
They laughed and agreed upon a little Italian
restaurant that had recently opened in the
neighborhood.

While looking over their menus, the comfortable
conversation was continuing.  Mark was telling about
some foods and spices that he was allergic to.  When
Mark noted what he was planning on ordering, Dan, who
like to cook said, "You may want to order the sauce on
the side.  Depending on how it's made, it may have one
of the spices you're allergic to."  Mark smiled, and
quietly sang the line, "Someone to watch over me."

Dan was endeared in how this man used song lines to
convey his feelings.  He had sung in chorus in high
school and college, and music had been a big part of
his life.  While his deceased lover Alan hadn't had
much of an interest in music, Dan was delighted that
he and Mark shared this love.  He found their
interests ranged from opera to Cole Porter to Nine
Inch Nails.  Dan almost broke out in a chorus of "I
wanna fuck you like an animal," but decided the couple
at the next table with their six-year-old would not be
amused.

While the conversation and food had been wonderful,
the sexual tension was mounting.  As they left the
restaurant, Dan popped a Viagra.  He was nervous about
getting naked with the young stud, and wanted to be
sure he didn't suffer from performance anxiety.
Besides, he wanted to put his best foot forward --
well, he wanted to put his best 7" forward.  He smiled
to himself.

They left the restaurant and strolled past many
antique shops in the area.  The street was almost
deserted, and they kept bumping into each other as
they slowly strolled, and managing to rub discretely
against each other.  "This is so nice and
comfortable," Dan said.  "I'm really enjoying getting
to know you."  Mark agreed, and about that time they
had gotten back to his truck.

Back at Mark's house, he suggested coffee and began
brewing a pot.  Standing in the kitchen again, they
tasted the hot brew and nervously chatted.  "Damn, I
feel like a teenager," Dan thought to himself.  He
told Mark, "I'm usually comfortable in situations like
this, but all of the sudden I'm nervous."

"Don't be," was the reply as Mark grabbed him by the
hand and pulled him to the sofa.

They sat down, at opposite ends and faced each other
with their legs entwined.  Dan leaned forward and
pulled Mark into a warm kiss.  The deeper they kissed,
the more perfect it felt.  They melted in each other's
arms.  Dan moved down and took the goateed chin in his
mouth.  As he sucked on Mark's chin, the man began to
softly and deeply moan.  The man's reaction was a much
as a turn on for Dan as the action was in itself.
"I'm going to take my time with this, and we're going
to have fun," Dan thought.

Suddenly Mark pulled back, shifted down on the sofa,
and pulled Dan on top of him.  Their jean-covered legs
wove together as if they were wrestling.  Their lips
began searching out each other, their tongues
explored.  Dan drove his face into Mark's neck and
slowly started working the man's neck.  He loved to
lightly suck with his lips, while pressing firmly with
his hard tongue.  He got the desired results, Mark was
turning into a whimpering pool of Jell-O.  Mark's
surrender was an incredible turn on.

Dan sat up and straddled the hunk.  He slowly raised
the hunk's shirt, exposing a perfect pec and small
pink nipple.  The hunk arched his back and moaned as
Dan's moist tongue and lips touched the nipple.
"Fuck!  How did I wind up on top of this stud of a
man?" Dan thought, as he tasted the sweaty smooth
skin.

Eventually Dan got back to Marks' mouth and the
kissing continued.  Their hands were all over each
other, their legs locked together, as they ground
their pelvises firmly into each other.  Blood was
engorging all of their muscles, their breath was fast
and furious, and the temperature was rising.  As they
came up for air, each man looked into the other's
sparkling eyes and simultaneously said, "WOOF!"  With
that the started laughing, Dan shifted, and fell off
Mark and onto the floor.  The laughing continued.

"I had a journalism professor in college who said one
of the most important things in life is to be able to
laugh during sex," Dan snickered.  "She was right."

The men laughed and sat back for a few moments.   The
next thing Dan was aware of was that he suddenly was
on his back and Mark was straddling him.  "This is
really getting good," Dan thought.  "I am so fuckin'
hot for this man."  Slowly Mark removed his own shirt.
 He reminded Dan of an underwear model.  As he crossed
his arms and exposed his torso, Dan almost creamed
right there and then.   Mark then removed Dan's shirt
and lay down on top of the man.  Their bare chests
pressed together.  Dan began running his hands over
the wide shoulders, and muscular arms.  He pressed his
thumbs deep within Marks armpits and found another
erogenous zone.  "Man I'm really going to get both of
us off when I chew on those pits," Mark grinned to
himself.

The groping continued, and slowly Dan slid his hands
down the back of Mark's jeans.  "Oh fuck, man.  A
furry ass," Dan softly moaned as he grabbed the two
hard globes of man flesh.  "I just love furry butts.
I've gotta bury my face in that."  Mark just moaned.

Quickly Dan slid out from under Mark and forced the
man face down and straddled Mark's ass.  He began
rubbing and pressing Mark's strong muscular back.
Then he bent over and started licking and biting the
man's back.  He squirmed with delight.  Dan was
licking the base of Mark's spine while reaching up and
around and lightly pinching the hunk's nipples.  "Man
this man has more nerve endings than I've ever seen on
any man."

Mark bucked and all of the sudden Dan found himself on
his back with the stud sitting on top.  Dan loved the
way the two men wrestled the other to a desired change
of position.

With a gleam in his eye, and never breaking eye
contact, Mark began slowly licking and chewing on
Dan's chest and stomach.  When he got to the waist of
Dan's jeans, he started licking.  Dan was thrusting up
his fully engorged cock, and humping Mark's chest.
Mark then snaked his tongue inside the top of Dan's
jeans and started flicking his oozing, throbbing piss
slit.  More precum oozed and Mark lapped it up.  Dan
was about to explode.

Mark suddenly got up, grabbed Dan's belt and pulled
him to his feet.  "Let's go to the bedroom," he
grinned and pulled Dan behind him.

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   More to come
   The Cabaret Singer - Part 3
   The Second Date -- Home Run

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