Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2000 04:37:28 EST
From: Erikreeves@aol.com
Subject: My Ultimate Fantasy

My Ultimate Fantasy

By Erik Reeves Drellman
Erikreeves@aol.com

This story is dedicated to...well, he knows who he is!

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	From the time I was in college I have been turned on by the thought
of "anonymous" encounters with sexy guys and I will never forget the first
time it happened to me.  Years ago, I pulled into the parking lot of an
adult bookstore on a long stretch of highway in Texas to check out some gay
magazines that I liked.  I had heard stories of .25 viewing booths and the
infamous "gloryholes" that were cut into the walls that separated them but
I had never seen one for myself...until that day.

The bookstore had a lot of male traffic while I took my time to browse
through the magazines and by the time I was ready to check out with my rags
I was very hard and anxious for some quick relief.  When I paid for my
magazines I decided to get some tokens too.  I made my way into the dark
hallway and heard the loud noises that accompany adult films.  There was a
lot of "ohhhs", "ahhhs", and "fuck me's" coming from the different rooms.
I picked an open cubicle at the end of the hallway and closed the door
behind me to find a small stool, a small screen to watch the movie, and a
small, dark, round hole in the wall.  The booth opposite mine was dark so I
knew that it was empty.  I fed some tokens into the machine and found a
channel with a hot, all male, flick on it.  As I got comfortable and pulled
my hard cock out of my jeans, a light came on in the room beside me.

The man who stood on the other side of the round hole didn't even bother to
place a token into the viewer, instead he unzipped his Levi's, pulled out a
long, uncut cock, and placed it through the hole into my booth.  I quickly
knelt down and licked the folds of his foreskin until the head of his dick
extended completely into my mouth.  I saw very little of the man but I
could tell that he wore cowboy boots, Levi's, and a western shirt.  He
looked to be about 40 years old and never said a word to me while I sucked
on his swollen cock.  After he shot a huge load of hot, salty, cum into my
mouth, he quickly and quietly put his dick away, zipped up his pants, and
walked out the door.  That encounter, more than fifteen years ago, was the
first of many "anonymous" meetings, and would feed my fantasies for years
to come.

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I met a guy online a while back who really turns me on.  I never saw myself
as a guy who would meet a stranger for sex but this guy did things to me
just by writing e-mails to me that I had never experienced before.  The
first time I actually spoke with him on the phone, I listened intently the
sultry, low voice on the other end.  There was just a touch of a southern
accent, and in the words that I heard through the long distance phone lines
that evening I discovered a man who oozed sexuality.  I had to have this
man.  I wanted to experience things with him that I had never allowed
myself to experience with anyone before him.  Even beyond that though, I
honestly felt as if I had discovered a kind and caring friend too.

I began to obsess about him.  What he did during the day, when he ate
lunch, what kind of car he drove, what he looked like in the moonlight with
no clothes on, and numerous other things.  As we used the computer and the
telephone to get to know each other better, I felt myself beginning to care
about this person that I didn't really know.  He became a part of my life
without me even realizing it.

Finally, when I could stand it no longer, we made arrangements to meet.  An
out of the way hotel, a "do not disturb" sign, and a bottle of wine, were
my plans for him at our first meeting.  I arrived at the hotel early to
check into the room.  I had fresh flowers, wine, cheese, grapes, and a
portable CD player.  I showered and shaved, carefully trimming around my
moustache and goatee.  I stood before the full-length mirror and studied my
naked body.  I looked at my thick, solid legs that were covered in a mass
of blonde hair.  I looked at my 33-inch waist that was a little larger than
I would have liked it to be and noticed the covering of fur on my belly and
up between my nipples.  I stood gazing at my broad, 44 regular, shoulders
and wondered if he would like what he saw when he arrived.  The thought of
finally meeting him face to face had made my cock semi-erect, and I noticed
a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip of my cock head.

I put a CD of soft, romantic piano music on the CD player and hit repeat
before slipping on a pair of Levi's and a denim shirt.  I left the top four
buttons of my shirt open so he would have easy access to whatever he might
want.  I grew nervous as I watched the clock slowly tick to the appointed
hour of our meeting.

There was a slight knock on the door...I opened it to find my fantasy man
standing there.  He was everything that I dreamed he would be!  He was
about my height, had brown hair, and was adorable.  I had planned the
evening carefully and didn't want to rush into quick sex and have
everything over before it really got started.  As soon as the door slammed
shut, I moved closer to him and placed my cheek up against his.  He turned
and kissed me lightly on the lips.  Sparks flew between us as our mouths
opened and our tongues began to dance together.

When I finally gained the strength to pull away from his passionate kiss, I
slid his jacket off of his shoulders, slid the knot of his tie down, and
then slowly began to unbutton his shirt.  There was no need for words, the
heat in our fingertips and the passion in our eyes said everything that
needed to be said.  I stepped into the bathroom and began to fill up the
tub with steamy water.  When I walked back into the hotel room I knelt down
on my knees before him.  I slipped off his shoes and socks and then
unbuckled his belt and unfastened the button on the waistband of his pants.
With my teeth, I clinched the zipper and pulled it all the way down.  His
dress slacks lay in a crumpled mound on the floor as he stepped out of
them.  I licked his belly button and made the trail of hair that
disappeared into the waistband of his white briefs slick with my saliva.  I
could see the outline of his cock through the fabric of his underwear and I
noticed a wet spot near the swollen head.  I used my hand to place the
elastic of his underwear in between my teeth and slide them down his legs.

I led him into the bathroom and shut off the water in the tub.  He slowly
lowered himself into the scalding water.  I used my hands to massage the
tense muscles in his shoulders.  I took the bar of soap and meticulously
lathered up every crevice and ridge of his body as I had done to mine only
moments before.  Then I took sweet balsom shampoo and worked it into his
hair, gently but firmly massaging his scalp.  When I was finished, I took a
thick bath towel and dried him completely before leading him to the king
sized bed.

The lights were low, the music soft, and the wine chilled.  I gently shoved
him back against the pillows.  I took my tongue and licked the outside of
his lips.  I rubbed my freshly shaved face against the five o'clock stubble
on his cheek.  As I explored his handsome face, a moan escaped from his
lips.  My mouth found his earlobes and bit gently before going to his neck
and moving steadily down to his chest.  I fingered his nipples one at a
time.  Pinching them lightly and then twisting them just hard enough to
make them stand up, red, firm, and erect.

As I straddled his naked body, I lifted his arms above his head and held
them with one of my hands.  Periodically, I would stop and just gaze into
the sexy eyes of my man.  I licked into his hairy armpit and saturated the
hair with my spit.  He squirmed underneath me but still, I wouldn't let him
touch me.  It was my desire to pleasure him like he had never been
pleasured before.

I stood beside the bed and unbuttoned the few buttons of my denim shirt
that were still fastened.  I let the shirt fall from my shoulders and
pulled my jeans down.  I stood naked before him for the first time and was
pleased that his cock began to swell and he licked his lips in anticipation
of what I was planning to feed him.  I slipped onto the bed beside him and
felt our naked bodies touch.  I held him in my arms feeling the hardness of
another male body next to me.  Our passion became even more heated as we
held each other and kissed.  I felt his hands running over the light
dusting of fur on my body.  I felt him gently tug my nipple ring and grab
hold of my dripping, wet, dick.  He licked the head of my cock first,
lapping up the pre-cum that was oozing out of it.  He tasted me and then
licked down to the base of my cock before opening his mouth wide and
swallowing me to my pubes.  He was talented and his tongue danced around on
my hard meat.  My flesh was hot to the touch and the feeling of his tongue
working me up just made me hotter.  Taking his time, he brought me to new
depths of ecstasy.  His mouth was hot was he ate my cock.  I felt the head
of my dick as it rested on his thick tongue and felt the vastness of his
throat each time he swallowed me.

I couldn't wait any longer!  I flipped him over onto his stomach and knelt
on the bed between his spread legs with his beautiful ass open before me.
I took a moment to gaze at his pretty behind.  I wanted a mental picture
that I could keep with me for the times when he wasn't around.  I grabbed a
mound of flesh in each of my hands and began to knead his ass cheeks.  I
pulled them apart so I cold see the sweet flesh that lay between the
beautifully rounded globes.  His flesh was hot to my touch and I took my
middle finger, and rubbed that secret spot that was being shared with me.
Gently, I bent down and licked the small of his back.  My tongue felt the
hot skin and as if it had a mind of its own found its way down to the sweet
hole that puckered for me.  I licked over the folds of skin and slowly
slipped the tip of my tongue into his sweet spot.  The skin on the outside
was rough and porous but inside it was smooth, and wet.  I could smell the
soap that I had recently used to clean him and I began eating his ass out
in earnest.  I spread his cheeks with more force than before and shoved my
tongue as far into his ass as I could get it to go, constantly wishing that
it were a few inches longer.  He tasted like ripe fruit to me as I loosened
him up.

His ass began to push back against my face and I could tell that he was
enjoying this tongue washing.  When his hips moved, he gave me exposed his
hard cock and balls to me.  I licked the sensitive area between his ass
hole and his balls.  His cock was stiff now and his balls were drawing up
tightly in his sack so I put my hand around them and tugged them back down.
I applied gentle pressure at first and then decided to play a little
rougher so I gave them a tug.  His cock was dripping with lube and his
moans were getting louder as he squirmed and pushed back against my
wandering tongue.

I turned around and picked up one of his feet and began to nibble on his
toes one at a time.  I licked up his leg tried to wet down each individual
hair on them.  Up his calves to his solid, muscular thighs and then my
mouth found his dripping dick once again.

I rolled him onto his back because I wanted to see his face when I entered
him.  I had waited for a long time to be with this man and I had to be able
to look into his eyes when I pushed my cock into him.  As we held each
other and kissed, my hardness found the warm spot between his legs that he
saves for special men.  As we moved around on the bed, the head of my cock
was drawn to the puckered hole like a homing device.  Even before I
realized it, I was at the door ready to make an entrance.  He looked at me
and without saying a word I knew that he was ready and the he wanted me to
be inside of him desperately.  Lust has a language all of it's own.

I pushed timidly into him at first but he begged to be speared on my meat.
His ass was hot and I was afraid the skin of my cock would be burned by
merely touching his body.  Soon, we developed a rhythm and began to pant.
I stuck my tongue into his mouth as we fucked.  The tenderness of the
evening was replaced by a wild, animal lust.  I wanted him.  I wanted to
shoot my seed up into his ass and I wanted to make him mine.

I pulled out momentarily and pulled him up onto all fours.  His hole was
flexing, wide open and begging for more of my dick.  I was happy to oblige.
We quickly found our rhythm again and the fuck continued.  When I felt the
beginnings of my orgasm I would slow down and barely move until it passed.
I could reach under him and grab his huge, thick tool and jack it.  I
brought my hand to my mouth many times to taste his lube.  I bucked into
him, grabbing handfuls of his clean hair to hang on to while he moaned and
begged for me to fuck him harder.  Our bodies were glistening with
perspiration, shiny and slick from our lovemaking.

Finally, I could stand it no more.  I bent over his back so that I could be
touching him as much as possible.  I continued my thrusts and held onto his
chest while I laid my head on his shoulders.  I kissed his neck while I
held him tightly to me.  I could feel the gush of cum as it began far down
in the depths of me and made its way furiously out of the head of my cock
into his mutilated ass.  I pushed as far into him as I could and held my
dick still as I climaxed, giving him my load.

We held tightly to one another as our breathing became more normal.  I slid
out of his ass and he collapsed onto the bed.  I gingerly rolled him over
again, cradling his head in my arms.  I put my hand around his hard,
throbbing cock and began to pump it slowly.  When his breathing began to
get shallow again, I placed my lips tenderly over the head of his engorged
cock.  I licked him, tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum and let his cock
rest on the pillow of my tongue.  When he shot his load it went into my
mouth and down my throat.  I tasted the sweetness of my ultimate fantasy
man that night.  Before I had swallowed all of his load, I moved back up
next to him and parted my lips in a tender kiss.  I shared his seed with
him as our tongues met once again.

We lay in each other's arms and basked in our new relationship.  Our legs
and arms locked together, my head on his chest.  His breathing became
shallow as sleep overtook him and I listened intently to the beating of his
heart beneath his ribs.  We had so much to experience and so much to share
but I let him sleep for a while.  I knew that we would both need our energy
for later...I wanted the chance to have him fuck me and there were many,
many more things that I wanted to experience with him.  We would have
plenty of time though, and I drifted off...to meet him in sleep.