Date: Tue, 8 Oct 2002 22:57:55 -0400
From: FDL <nedd@mfx.net>
Subject: Beginnings/Internet-Friends #2

For the next six months after my first exhilarating visit to Alex's place,
the emails, phone calls, and letters flew like torpedoes with rapid
succession over the distance between us.  I say torpedoes, because now
there was a real target!  And our sharing zeroed in specifically on how we
related our new relationship to where we were really living.

Then it was Alex's turn to visit me!  I was almost unable to contain myself
over the anticipation of his presence in my home!  I wanted to put up a
banner and shout to my friends, "ALEX IS COMING!"  But my job, position in
the community and its exasperatingly conservative approach to life would
never allow me to reveal that I was attracted to the same gender.  Many
times before I chided myself with, "Why do I stay locked up in this
"prison?  I ought to get out of this town while the getting is good."  Not
until I met Alex, visited him, and anticipated his visit with me, did I
ever feel like I had finally conquered!  I had risen above "my cell."

Of course, Alex could tell from my emails, and phone calls that I was
slightly ecstatic.  And being the cool, calm, and experienced one that he
is (although he will deny that), he kept saying "cool down, go slow, calm
down, take it easy"-all of which made no sense to me.  Nor did I intend to
heed these suggestions in the slightest!  I was in love for the first time
in my life, and I was going to enjoy it to the hilt!  After my first visit,
I felt like being able to love Alex for one night would last me a lifetime.
Now I was imagining that the second visit would last me an eternity!

When his car drove into my driveway, I thought an angel had descended.  He
stuck those muscled, tanned legs of his out of the van and flashed me with
his glistening smile.  Oh my gosh! Alex looked more handsome, and more like
the Greek God, Zeus, than I had remembered.  I wanted to run up to him,
grad him, and lick him from head to toe.  However, since I live in the
middle of town . . . I calmly walked up to him and shook his hand like the
straightest of straights.

"Alex, you made it!  Come on in!"  I said out loud, but in my mind I was
screaming, ["Get inside where I can eat you alive!"]

"Man, that's a long drive," was all he could manage, and stretched.  His
arms, reaching upward as if in slow motion, gave me a tantalizing peek at
that exquisite abdomen of his.

Once inside, I slammed the door shut and enveloped him, hungry for his
touch, starving for the warmth of his being, aching to handle him.  We
stood there holding each other for what seemed like an hour-I'm sure it was
actually only 30 seconds.  I kissed his stately forehead, his eyes and
started for his mouth.  He pulled back.

"Alex?" is all I could get out.  And quickly with a lovely smile, he said
for some reason that he didn't want to kiss this time-mumbling something
about his past relationship.  I was a bit taken back, being one who loves
to kiss and have no opportunity to do so.  However, instantly I reacted
mentally with, "If I can hold him, who cares about a kiss."  Then we
parted, and without taking my eyes off his gorgeous face, I served him a
cup of tea and some cookies.

"Alex, I can't believe you are really here!  How was the drive?"  I plied.

"Loooong!"

"Then how about a massage to loosen you up?" I offered with a sensuous
gleam in my eyes.

"Look, Ted, you've got to slow down."

["He was starting that again, and he's only been here 15 minutes!]

"Ted, we have all evening, and all night!  How about a walk?  I could
really use some exercise after that drive; and I've got a long drive
tomorrow."

["Man, I've been rebuffed twice now! What's the deal?  But I love him!
It's not all about me!  It's all about us!"]

"Alex, you can ask me for anything and I'll give it to you!  A walk it is!"

I must admit I was disappointed.  For I knew that once we stepped outside
my front door, it would be like the frozen chosen-two straights strolling
down the street, batting back and forth about football scores, the current
president whom we both hated, the latest cars, the stock market, and
hunting and fishing with a "boob joke" thrown in for good measure!  But who
cares, I was with him-walking next to him, showing him off to the world,
and whether they knew it or not I was loving every minute of it!

["Hey, world!  Look who I've got!  Aren't you envious? Don't you wish you
had him?"]

We returned home and I fixed supper this time.  It was my turn to put Alex
at ease like he did me in his home!  So we ate, we chatted, and we flirted.
Of course, time sneaked right under the door and away as usual.  So since
he was leaving in the morning to continue on to New York City, we decided
to turn in for the night.  I showed him the guest room across the hall from
my own, and left him to get ready for bed.

About fifteen minutes later, I knocked and came in to say good night!
Right!  I took one look at that massive chest, those solid legs, and his
winsome smile, and I never said one word.  I just slipped into his strong,
gentle arms.

"Oh, Ted, this feels so good.  It's been so long," he whispered softly.

That was music to my ears.  Music that was like a gentle breeze blowing
over you on a warm summer night-it soothes you all over. Oh, that was the
most phenomenal feeling, as our skin glided over skin.  Lying on top of
him, I took his beautiful head in my hands, holding it like a priceless
treasure, kissing every square inch of it.  His face is so perfectly
sculptured, so warm to my lips, and so smooth to my caresses.  I reached
over and turned out the bedside light, and with another easy movement
removed his boxers and mine in one fell swoop!

Ever so slowly I lowered my body onto his, relishing the initial touch of
every part. First our groins joined in a loud chorus of feeling as our
tools, already swollen with desire, meshed together.  Then our thighs, our
knees and feet melded into one.  Next our abdomens came together
inch-by-inch with such sensuous feeling that our tools pulsed in response.
Our pecs met as if two gladiators sizing each other up for the fight. Mine
are hairless; Alex's are covered with the soft fur of a mink.  Our nipples
were tense with excitement and pushed against each other as if to say, "Now
is the time!"  Then our shoulders, arms, and hands all perfectly laid out
one on top of the other.  And finally-our noses, chins, and closed lips met
in perfection.  When our lips met and mine were closed, I felt him smile.
It said thanks for honoring me!  And I smiled back-two smiles so perfectly
matched.

Lying there like two Siamese twins joined at the front, we hardly breathed,
savoring the glorious sensations emanating from almost every part of our
bodies simultaneously. Finally, I began to kiss his cheeks, his ears, his
neck, his chest, his nipples-all without the slightest protest this time.
Slowly working my way down over those mounded pecs, and then the abs, I
headed straight for the goal-his jewels!

If I couldn't kiss his lips, I would kiss his tool. . . . But something
stopped me!  And it wasn't Alex this time!

Was I listening?  There were blinking caution lights, and stop signs: "Ted,
go slow, calm down.  I'd rather not kiss."

Did I love him?  Or, did I just want sex?  Did I want our love to last
forever, or to be over as soon as we had spent ourselves?  Instantly, my
head was a hurricane of desire, love, selfishness, giving, wanting, all
swirling around the eye of the storm-our tools!  Then, as if nothing had
happened, I slowly slid back up on his body for a moment.  Gently I moved
to his side, resting my head on one elbow.

Gazing down at this marvelous creation, with the moonlight streaming
through the window like a spotlight on his face, I could see his gorgeous,
quiet smile of pleasure.  The fingers of my free hand danced all over his
chest, his face, his head, his arms, his thighs.  I lingered over every
line of his face and body.  I took a thousand mental pictures.  I was free!
I wasn't in prison anymore!  I could choose!  I could touch him, feel
him-he was mine!  And then. . . I laid my open hand on his hardened tool
for a minute-no, only a second really.  It was not a sensuous touch.  It
was a touch of freedom, a touch of honor.  And I lifted it off.  Holding
him I said,

"Alex, I love you."

"I love you, too, Ted."

I leaned into him and he embraced me with all the love I could have ever
wanted.  I continued to gently touch him, caressing him until he fell
asleep. I knew he needed sleep for his long drive the next day, and if I
stayed, we would only excite one another.  So I quietly left him, went to
my own room, and crawled into bed.  As I began to sink myself into sleep
with his glow all around me, I realized that my own cheeks ached from
smiling so much!

I would waken him in the morning just the way I had put him to sleep!  And
then the next time, it would be his turn. . . !