Date: Sun, 8 Feb 1998 00:18:53 -0500
From: Stretch <stretch@psynet.net>
Subject: "For Nick"

"For Nick"

You might have noticed that the net isn't very good for wholesome
entertainment.  I'm well aware of this fact, and certainly don't deny it. So
I was out looking for porn one night when I ended up at the Hardwood
Software site (www.hardwood.com, great place btw).  On a whim, I browsed
over to the personals section to see if there was anyone worth checking out
in my vicinity.  Now, if you've ever been there you know that before you can
read the ads, you've got to post one.  So what the hell, I'm bored anyway...
I go through their posting bit then browse unsuccessfully for anyone local.
I didn't find anyone nearby, but I'd wasted about a half-hour so it wasn't a
total loss, and I pretty much forgot about the whole thing.

Maybe a week later I got a response to the ad that I had to post.  It was a
short letter, seemingly not optimistic about getting a response.  I believe
it said a little nothing about the guy, then merely asked "what next?"
Well, I responded with, "next, you get a response," and from there we made
more thorough introductions and were quickly chatting away on a daily basis.
Our fake handles gave way to our real names as we became friends from across
the country.  We exchanged pictures -- perfectly innocent ones at first,
then that gave way to me setting up my webcam for him, which made for
interesting conversations over ICQ while he watched me.

So what's the big deal, right?  That's pretty much what I'd always thought.
This guy was around 8 years older than I and lived on the other side of the
country, so he'd probably remain a longtime friend across the net and not
likely more.  Well, I found out alot of things about Nick in our months of
chatting, including the fact that he was a pilot with a commercial airline.
Of course that means he can fly anywhere he wants for free.  

I thought I'd have a heart attack (and I'm only 21) when I answered the
phone to hear a voice I'd only heard across the internet.  To go one better,
he was in town for a few days, holed up in a hotel by the airport.  Well, in
our early conversations I'd told him about this finger of a beach that
sticks out into the ocean far enough that you can see every star in the sky
without humanity's ambient lights screwing it up.  He'd wanted to see it
then and it was looking like a really great night outside, so I drove over
to the motel & picked him up.

Our first actual meeting was one of the strangest experiences of my life -- 
I'd never before met someone who I'd come to know so well online.  I knocked
on the door to his room feeling more nervous than I could ever remember
being.  He pulled the door open and I stepped inside.  The moment the door
was closed he held out his hand.  I shook it firmly and, for some reason, we
did what seemed like first-time introductions.

"Hi, I'm Nick.  Nice to meet you."

I smiled and nodded, "I'm Scott, nice to meet you too."

He grinned back at me then pulled me to him in a strong embrace, "It's
really cool to finally meet you."

What could I do?  I just hugged him back and replied, "I know how you feel."

We parted and just stood looking at each other.  He's about 6'2", 180-185,
with short brown hair.  He was wearing your average summer gear -- shorts
and T-shirt.  As for me, I'm 6' even, 170-175, with long brown hair.  I've
never been much of a T-shirt guy in the summer so I was in shorts and a
short-sleeved button-up shirt, which I never button more than halfway (no
gold medallions though, wouldn't look right on a smooth chest anyway *laugh*).

"Let's go," I said, and five minutes later we were in the car heading south.
We chatted on-and-off about various things for the hour or so it takes to
get to that beach.  I pulled the car into a nearby parking area and killed
the engine.

"Technically no one's allowed on the beaches around here after dark, but with the
yacht club there, any cops around just assume you're heading for a dingy to
get out to your boat." 

"Works for me," he returned.

We jumped out of the car and walked through the gate at the far end of the
parking lot.  The rocky ground quickly gave way to sand and we both paused
to pull off our shoes.  We started walking down the largely deserted beach,
right along the water's edge.  The only people in sight were some young
couple and a couple of surf fishermen.  We strolled for maybe a quarter mile
in near absolute silence.  

I stopped to looked skyward.  Nick turned to me then followed my gaze up
into the moonless night.  We could see the Milky Way, both dippers, the
Northern Cross, Lyra, Hercules, and a myriad of other formations.  He moved
closer to me as I pointed each one out, finally ending with his head almost
on my shoulder as he tried to line up his vision with my extended arm.  He
put one arm around my waist as he did this, and when we continued walking he
left it there.  I leaned into him as we continued the 1.5 or so miles down
the shore to the very tip of the point.  We looked back to where we'd come
from, noticing aloud how much more beauty the night held "way out here."

I sat on the sand facing the ocean and Nick dropped to the ground beside me.
The night was warm, but it felt chilly compared to the strong arm I had
draped across my shoulders.  I'd never really been close to anyone before,
and the contact was comforting, even though I didn't really need comfort.

"Wanna go for a swim?" I asked.

"We didn't bring extra clothes."

"What makes you think you'd get those wet?" I said with a grin.

He smiled back at me, "That's ok, I'm going to pass, but you go ahead if you
like."

I nodded and began to pull off my shirt.  Nick watched me closely as I
dropped it to the ground, then dropped my shorts and boxers to the ground in
one motion.  I ran into the surf, diving under as soon as it was deep
enough.  I swam straight out for a moment, then resurfaced.  I swam back a
forth for a few minutes, then body surfed a convenient wave back into shore.
I walked back up the beach to where Nick still sat and took my place beside
him.

"You're shivering, was it that cold?" he asked.

Through slightly chattering teeth I replied, "It's not bad until you get out
and the breeze hits you."

He put one arm around me and the other hand on my chest.  I leaned into him,
trying to keep my dripping hair from soaking him too much.  I was still
cold, but just closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness so I didn't notice
it all that much.  I looked up at him and studied his face for a moment.

"I'm glad you're here," I told him.

"Hope you didn't mind the surprise.  It was a last minute thing; I had a few
days off and ended up in a nearby airport, so just took a shuttle flight
over."

"No, it's very cool, I'm glad we finally met.  I wondered if you'd be the
same guy I know from the net, or if we'd ever meet at all."

"Am I?"

"Are you what?"

"The guy you know from the net ..."

I smiled, "Yea, exact same guy." Then I kissed him.  I hadn't planned it
that way, it just sort of happened.  He reacted almost like he'd expected it
-- with almost no surprise he returned the kiss.  I felt his tongue enter my
mouth and we played back and forth as we kissed on.  My hands moved around
his chest, pulling him closer.  His gently stroked my body -- massaging my
back and chest, then my stomach, then I felt his hand slide up from my leg
onto my now rock hard cock.  I gasped at his touch and began shivering
again, now more from anticipation than from anything having to do with
temperature.  Our lips finally parted and he gently pushed my chest down
until I was laying on the sand.  I gazed at the stars while I felt his lips 
explore my chest and suck my nipples.  

He must have rubbed his hands across my entire body before I felt his lips
again, this time kissing the head of my swollen cock.  I closed my eyes, the
night sky forgotten, as I felt his warm mouth slowly take me all the way in.
His hands continued to roam across my body and I writhed in the sand under
his wonderful mouth.  He stopped only to lick the salty ocean water from my
balls, then suck each one into his mouth.  He licked up the side of my
shaft, finally engulfing it again.  His movements brought me farther than
I've ever been and I came more that I ever could have achieved with my own
hand.  He took all I had to offer then gave another few licks to make sure
he didn't miss anything.

I remained on the sand for a few minutes, completely blown away (no pun
intended).  He leaned down over my face and kissed me.  I could still taste
my own cum in his mouth.  

He whispered, "There's more.  But not here, why don't you wash off that sand
and we'll head back to my room."

If I'd thought I couldn't move, I certainly proved myself wrong in a hurry.
I quickly walked back into the ocean to clean off the sand, then came back
out, shook off some water, and pulled on my shorts.  I tucked a corner of my
shirt into the waistband then took my shoes in one hand and Nick's hand in
the other and so we walked back toward the car.

/**/
 
We arrived back at the hotel almost two hours later.  By then the mood had
mellowed some, partially from the soft classical music -- Mahler I think it
was -- and partially from it being almost 2am.  I parked the car and pulled
on my shirt before we walked through the lobby of the building.  A short
elevator ride later and we were walking through the door of his room.

The door's latch hadn't even clicked when we were on each other, frantically
pulling off clothes and trying to explore our bodies at the same time.  It
took an awkward minute or two, but soon enough we were both fully nude and
locked in a wonderful embrace, our cocks pressing together between us and
our lips entwined once again.  

He moved his mouth away for a moment, "Did you want to take a shower to
clean off some salt and sand?"

"Only if you'll help," I replied, smiling broadly.

He grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom, where he flipped the drain
plug in the tub and began to fill it with warm water.

"I thought you offered a shower, not a bath." I noticed aloud.

Nick just smiled back at me and continued.  He dropped one of the
complimentary bars of soap into the water then waited a few minutes for the
water level to rise before shutting off the faucets.  He motioned toward the
tub and I climbed in, leaning back into the warm, soapy water.  As soon as I
sat up, he climbed into the water behind me, putting one leg to each side so
I was sitting between his open legs.  I leaned back into his body as he
brought handfuls of water up to my body and gently washed away the sand and
salt.  Once he was satisfied, he pulled me back to him and moved his hands
down my chest and onto my cock, which was feeling absolutely ready-to-go
again.  

I could feel his hard member pressing into my back and absolutely had to
have it.  I put my hands on the edges of the tub and lifted my body up and
back, then tried to graciously lower myself onto his cock.  He got the idea
and guided himself toward my eager hole.  I moved down slowly until I felt
his cockhead enter me.  After a short pause I moved further down, a little
at a time, until I was firmly seated in his lap.  I began to slide up and
down his pole, bringing him almost completely out before plunging him deep
into my ass again and again.  

I had him lay down as far as possible then, keeping him inside me, I twisted
around until I was facing him.  I could see the ecstacy in his face as I
resumed riding the cock that I'd so often fantasized about.  His hands
explored my body, then rested on my cock.  He began jerking me off in time
to me thrusting myself down onto him.  Any pain I felt subsided and was
replaced by a pleasure I'd never felt before.  Before long I was virtually
bouncing up and down in his lap while he pulled at my cock with the same
fervor.  I could've come by his fucking alone, but tried to hold off as long
as possible.  When I felt him burst deep inside me I couldn't hold on any
longer.  I impaled myself hard onto his exploding cock and he held tight to
mine as I shot my second load of the evening all over his face and chest.

I climbed off my friend and we cleaned each other off, then dried off and
went to the bedroom.  By unspoken mutual consent, we slid under the covers
together and kissed passionately before finding comfort in each others arms.

"Tonight was great," I told him.

"Know what else is great?"

"What?"

"I'm going to be in town for two more days."

I smiled, "You're right, that's great too."

We kissed again then succumbed to our exhaustion, our sleep filled with
dreams of what the following days would hold.

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