Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 15:13:19 -0400
From: nedd@mfx.net
Subject: Internet Friends becomes Real Friend

This is a true story without apologies!

I had been corresponding with Alex through email for several months.  We
were close in age, had similar beliefs, were both teachers, and both
enjoyed life.  After several months I began to feel that our relationship
couldn't go much farther without meeting in person.  So I suggested that we
meet at his home-a five-hour drive from mine.  After planning the date, the
anticipation of seeing each other face to face sparked renewed vigor in our
correspondence.  This would be my first such kind of relationship; and the
mystery of it had me tingling!

The drive down to his place seemed endless.  Alex had given me very
specific directions so there was certainly no gamble involved in finding
the way.  The only gamble was in my mind, which now seemed to be racing as
fast as the road that whizzed by under me.  Worse yet, with each passing
mile, what had been a titillating anticipation was now growing into ominous
clouds of doubt.

What was I doing?  I had only talked with him up to this point.  Now I was
going to spend a night at his place and drive back home the next day.  Was
that crazy or what?  All that driving, and what if he was ugly, weird, or
his place was messy and uninhabitable?  He was a bachelor and I am a
perfectionist.  What if we didn't hit it off and it ruined the special
intimacy we did have in being able to write to each other whatever was on
our minds and hearts?

Over the past several months we had shared the struggles that we both
encountered from being attracted to the same sex, but yet unable to ever
express that in our very closed communities.  Both of us lived in somewhat
rural situations where our thoughts and actions, and wanna-be lifestyle
would be totally out of the question.  So, my coming to visit-would that
create problems for him in his community!  What if it blew his cover?  What
if this was a BIG mistake?

After making the final turn on to the small road leading to his lane, those
five hours worth of clouds quickly dissipated as I turned down a lovely
lane leading to his cottage by the sea.  What a feast for a tired
traveler's eyes-a long, straight, sloping drive that seemed to drop right
into the sea, lined on either side with luscious green fir trees standing
along the half-mile lane like a reception line.  Only until you drive
almost into the sea is Alex's cottage visible on the left.  And there he
was!  With a warm, hearty smile, and a golf cap cocked on his stately brow,
he looked for all the world like the Lord of a Scottish castle.  Instantly
every ounce of doubt melted into a mist that beckoned me to explore beyond
what the eye could see.

As I unfolded myself from the car, he walked up and without hesitation gave
me a huge, bear hug-cheek to cheek!  Can you imagine the fireworks that
went off in my brain!  But as quickly as he hugged, that quickly he
released me, gathered my bags and led me indoors.

His home-how many times I had tried to imagine what it was like.  Beautiful
antiques everywhere.  Everything was arranged so tastefully, yet masculine.
Nothing fussy, but everything was pleasing to the eye with lots of indoor
plants.  He showed me to his guest room that, too, was tastefully decorated
with an ample queen-sized bed and its own bathroom.  All the while he
chatted and joked so easily that in minutes I felt like I had been with him
for years.

There was time enough for a good beer before a spaghetti supper, and so we
sat in two armchairs facing each other and the sea.  That's when we began
to really share our stories, our hurts, our joys, and our challenges-only
in person now.  What a difference there was between hearing his story via
email and now hearing it with the backdrop of his dancing eyes, glistening
smile, and comfortable laugh.  Before we knew it, night had fallen and we
could no longer see the sea, and my stomach was growling loudly.

Into the kitchen we both went as if we had done this all our lives.  Alex
was more comfortable, I think, because he had been in a relationship
before.  I had not.  And he has a wonderful way of putting you at ease, and
so I easily fell into the rhythm of preparing the mean, and enjoyed being
near someone that was quickly becoming more than just a pen pal!

Then the gun went off!  No, not just a gun, a cannon!  While I was stirring
the boiling spaghetti, he turned and hugged me, grabbing my butt with his
free hand.  I exploded!  It was as if the world stopped to listen to the
sound of my pounding heart.  And instantly I responded with a solid kiss on
his lips-so soft and warm, so responsive, and his moustache sent me
tingling sky high!  But then, just like when he greeted me at the car, he
pulled back quickly, and we resumed cooking as if nothing had happened.

My mind was reeling from the delight, yet racing again with questions and
doubt.  Had we stepped over a line that would jeopardize our relationship?
Were we supposed to be physical?  Where would that lead?  Would there be
more?  How could something be so wonderful as a loving by the oven? Was
that the last?

Our meal was delicious, and the conversation continued to be delectable, as
well.  Dishes were cleaned up, and we watched the evening news together.  I
was sitting on the same couch with Alex! I pinched myself!  Yes, it was
true!  Then the phone rang.  It was a friend, and Alex began to chat as if
I didn't exist.  Of course, I couldn't exist!  So feeling as if I wasn't
there, I leaned over next to him and began to play with his arm.  Oh, how
beautiful, strong, tanned, and the softest hair so smooth and silky to
touch.  But as soon as the phone's receiver was replaced, we sat apart
again, seeing the TV screen but watching each other, and sharing as though
the Mississippi River had to be emptied that night!

However, as rich and wonderful as the sharing was, I knew I had a long
drive and day ahead of me.  Unwillingly I took the initiative to say, "I
need to go to bed."  Alex agreed.  It was late.

"But, Alex, you've been such a great host, and since I'm an expert at
massage, how would you like a quick back rub before we part?"

"Hey, that would be great!" he responded without hesitation.  "I was
cutting trees and brush all day today, and a massage sounds too good to be
true!"

In less than five minutes, there I was kneeling beside this awesome body!
I started, as I usually do, with his head, massaging the scalp and temples.
His hair, though salt and pepper, was as soft as corn silk.  His huge,
broad shoulders made a V-line to his waste.  I worked on him I could feel
that he had cut more than one day's worth of trees and brush.

His neck was strong and its sinews taunt.  I worked hard to loosen and
relax his shoulders and upper back.  Soon I could feel the tension melting
away under my pulsing fingers.  Down his spine I rubbed, massaging his
kidneys and lower back.  Down his powerful thighs and calf muscles, so
round and defined, you would think he was a runner.

As I kneaded and manipulated his legs, working on the inner thighs, he
yielded to my every move, relaxed and reveling in my increasingly sensuous
movements.  Should I?  Yes, and as if in one motion my fingers slipped
under the waistband of his boxers and off they came without the slightest
resistance.  His small, tight butt yielded to my prodding and kneading.
Seeing this beautiful naked body enjoying my manhandling filled me with
such exhilaration that I noticed my own masculinity was beginning to grow.

"Alex?" I said softly.  Don't fall asleep yet!  Turn over and I'll finish
you off."

With the smile of deep satisfaction, he rolled onto his back.  And if I had
been exhilarated before from relishing his back, I was in absolute ecstasy
now as his total masculinity lay gloriously before me waiting for my touch.
His chest was strong and square with dark, soft hair that worked its way
down his abdomen ending in a full growth around his exquisite jewels!  My
fingers and hands worked their magic from his chest down over his abs,
around the jewels and over those massive legs, ending with each foot and
toe.

On my return journey up his legs I noticed that his masculinity had grown
as well-so full, so perfectly formed.  As I began to effleurage from his
chest to his feet, lightly touching everything but his jewels in
scintillating movements.  As I passed by his jewels I blew my breath gently
over his tool, and he moaned with delight.  Should I?  Yes!  And without
losing the rhythm of the effleurage I slipped out of my own boxers.

Voila!  Both of us were naked, open, free.  And I glided over Alex,
lying carefully on top of him, our tools meeting for the first time with
such electricity that they both pulsated with desire.  His strong arms
embraced me as the years of wondering what a man's love felt like passed
into oblivion.  Our lips molded together.  I tasted the sweetness of his
tongue, sucking it, rolling it against mine, dodging and darting in and out
of his warm, welcoming mouth.

The feeling of being skin to skin, mouth to mouth, and tool to tool was
inexplicable.  We hugged, we rolled-over and under, beside-entwining
ourselves with each other.  Neither of us dared to touch the other's jewels
for fear of an explosion that would end this marvelous dream.  Fondling,
caressing, massaging, feeling, loving each other for several hours, we lost
track of time.

"Alex, we need to sleep."

"I know," he whispered. "I'll go now."

"No!"  I protested, pulling him close. "I only have one night.  Please
stay.  I want to sleep next to you.  I want you to be near me for at least
one whole night. Love can touch us one time, but it has to last for a
lifetime."

And so for what was left of the moonlight, we tried to sleep, only to waken
after an hour or so to continue loving, touching, delving deep within the
emotions that only a man to a man can fathom.

With the light of morning came the "tolling of the bell" that signaled our
parting.  I showered and dressed like a zombie, not from lack of sleep, but
from the prospects of having to leave the most incredible experience of my
whole life.  I had been to the candy store and was only allowed to buy one
piece!  Now I had to leave not knowing if I would ever come back.  Would
this ever be repeated-or could it ever be repeated?  It was too wonderful,
too perfect, and too surreal.

As I drove those long, long miles back home in my car, my emotions opted to
take the roller coaster-sobbing for the loss, weeping for the joy just
passed, anger that life was so cruel, laughing at the exuberance of tasting
Alex's wild and wonder-filled being.  Now every night in my dreams, I see
him.  I feel him.  Far across the distance between us, he comes to me so
that I know that the best is yet to come!

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