Date: Sat, 27 Nov 1999 04:26:03 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pookie-Boy

Pookie-Boy
Codes: M/M (mast, oral, anal)
By: Joe Camp and Pookie-Boy
    idc90@hotmail.com

  Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy.
It never happened, except in the authors' imaginations. This story
contains sex between men.

  If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already
know what your supposed to do. If this kind of story turns you
off, find something else.

  Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters
in this story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life if
you want to live to old age. The characters are a product of my
imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. Any
resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely
coincidental.

  Curtis was written by Joe Camp. Pookie-Boy written by Pookie,
a young soon to be writer.  The authors retain the copyright of
this story.  Placing this story on a web site without the authors'
permission is a violation of that copyright.

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Curtis

  The fasten seat belt sign came on and the pilot announced we
were approaching the runway. Is it really possible for someone to
fall in love with a person over the Internet? I couldn't help but
wonder what I was doing on that plane. Pookie. He is why I had
flown almost two thousand miles.

  I was nervous as I got off the plane. I made my way over to the
car rental desk and got the car I had reserved for the weekend. I
still couldn't believe I was really doing this. All those miles and
all this money, just for someone I had met in a chat room.

  What did I really know about Pookie? Everything and nothing.
Sure we had met in a chat room, and exchanged emails for almost
a year, but what did I really know about him? I dug into my mind
as I drove away from the airport, following the directions I had
been given to the motel.

  What did I really know? I think he is about 25, but I'm not really
sure. I had to grin to myself as I remembered he was a little vain
not wanting to tell how old he really is. I had gotten 25 in mind
from what he had said about high school and how long he said he
had been out.

  Let's see, he likes older men. He has told me often enough about
the teacher he had a crush on. He followed that teacher around
like a puppy dog after being hurt by the boy he was in love with.

  What else? That he knows he is gay, but he is still a virgin. He
had been badly hurt by his first love, and was shy of forming any
relationship. Maybe nothing would come of this trip except I
might get to give him a hug. Even that is only a maybe. He hates
to be touched.

  Anything else? Yeah. He loves plush stuffed animals. He fell in
love with the stuffed teddy bear I sent him. He wrote me about
how he cuddles up with it at night. I just hope he wants to cuddle
up with me.

  Let's see, I know a little about his family. I know he loves his
parents and they love him, but they have trouble communicating,
even though they live in the same house. Just like my family. His
family is dysfunctional too. They can't get together on a holiday
without a fight either.

  I know he is close to his 14 year old nephew Jack, and he is one
of the few people Pookie has come out to. I had to grin as I thought
about the emails Jack had sent Pookie. He is always trying to shock
his uncle. He sent his uncle an email telling about his new
girlfriend. The next day, he had sent Pookie an email asking how
much condoms cost. A few weeks later Jack had sent a frantic email
asking Pookie if he knew how much an abortion cost and where you go
to get one. He was just messing with his uncle's mind. Pookie had
written me that he was a little depressed to know that his nephew
was going to lose his virginity before he did.

  Hum, what else? Yeah, the navel and nipple rings. I had been
surprised to learn about those. He just didn't seem the type. I'm
surprised he would sit still long enough to be pierced, seeing how
much he dislikes being touched. That makes me cringe a little, but
it is what the younger guys all seem to like.

  I had to laugh out loud as I though of the green hair dye fiasco.
Pookie had been trying to dye his hair green. All that happened
was he made a mess of the bathroom, and his hair was still brown
when he rinsed it out. He had tried to dye his pubic hair also, but
that just turned his underwear spotty green! He now calls them his
lucky green shorts. Oh, he had fun trying to explain that one to his
mother. I'm glad I don't have to see him with green hair!

  Oh, there is the motel on the left. I made a left hand turn and
pulled up next to the office. I checked in, and all I had to do was
pick up my key. I had given them my credit card number when I
had called for reservations last month.

  I parked in front of the room and carried my bag inside. It wasn't
the nicest room I had ever seen, but it was clean. I just didn't feel
I could afford to spend $150 a night on a room at one of the
better hotels. The trip is expensive enough without that.

  There was the usual king size bed. Would I get to lay on it with
Pookie? A big mirror on one wall over a built in dressing table
that held a TV. A small dining table with two chairs by the
window. A narrow hallway that had the clothes rack at the end,
and the doorway to the bath room.  I don't think Pookie will mind
it's not the best. He is a lot like me. He appreciates the finer
things in life, but he lives in the real world too.

  Three hours before we meet. I decided to lay down and rest
awhile, as I waited for our meeting. Well, the bed is good. A
little on the firm side like I like my bed, and it isn't broken
down. We had agreed to meet at a vegetarian cafe he knew. If
nothing more, we would at least have supper together. How long
has it been since I took a date to supper? I can't remember the
last time.

  Will Pookie like me? I have tried to be honest in my emails to
him, but meeting someone in person is different than on the web.

  Will he think I'm to old? He knows I'm 54, but most people
think I'm older than that. All the guys he has written about, that
he thought were hot, were in their 30's or 40's. Well, I had sent
him one of the pictures that shows me off in a good way. Anyway,
it's too late to worry about that now.

  Slowly the minutes ticked away as I lay worrying about meeting
Pookie. Everything is against us. My age. Pookie's hurts and
shyness. My own problems and expectations. Could we over came
any of it?

  What am I doing here? I asked myself the thousandth time. The
same questions over and over. What do I want from Pookie? That
one is easy. His love. Oh yeah, I would love to have sex with him,
but it is his love I need. Besides, how often do you find another
gay vegetarian? Hell, why not make it impossible? How often do
you find another gay vegetarian, that would rather stay home with
their partner, than to have every hot gay guy lined up, waiting to
buy them a drink and have sex with them?

  I couldn't help but think Pookie and I would be perfect for each
other, if there weren't so many roadblocks in front of us. If! I was
tempted to just go back to the airport and catch the first plane
back home. Maybe it's not too late to just stop everything. Yeah,
I would never admit it to Pookie. I am always the one that is sure
of himself and strong in our emails. I would never admit I have
been deeply hurt too, and am scared to death of this meeting. I
don't know if I could survive being hurt like that again.

  My last relationship was almost three years ago. I had really loved
Luke, and thought we would spend the rest of our lives together.
I paid his way through college, and the day he got his degree, he
said goodbye. He told me he had found someone his own age that
he loved. It really tore me up. Pookie knows about Luke, but not
how bad he hurt me. I still can't talk about that.

  Two hours until we meet. I guess I had better go ahead and take
my shower. I can't ever again get in the shower without thinking
about what Pookie wrote. He had told me about taking a shower
after trying to dye his hair green, and how the green dye had just
run down his body in little streams. I had written back that I would
have loved to have been there to help him clean himself up. He
had written that he couldn't get in a shower after that mail,
without thinking about me standing there with him.

  I brushed my teeth after I finished shaving. Standing there with
just a towel wrapped around me after my shower, was getting me
a little excited. I hadn't done more than just jack off ever since
Luke had walked out. Maybe Pookie would be open to more? I
couldn't help but get half hard as I thought about the possibility.

  I found the new pull over shirt I had bought. I had chosen it
especially because it is loose enough that it didn't show off my
belly. I dropped the towel, and slipped on my new pair of white
briefs. I usually wear boxers, but Pookie had written me he wears
briefs. Maybe it was just because I wasn't used to the way they
fit, but they made me feel sexy.

  My new pants were next. I stood in front of the mirror in my
bare feet, as I combed my hair. I had gotten a haircut just that
morning, before going to the airport. New shoes and socks, and I
was the best I could make myself. I could only pray that Pookie
likes the way I look.

  Just an hour before I'm to meet Pookie. I straightened up the
room, and smoothed the bed. I double checked to make sure I had
the room key in my pocket. I locked the door, and went out to the
car.

  I didn't have any trouble finding the cafe, and was there 45
minutes early. I wanted a cigarette so bad I could hardly stand it,
but I didn't want the smell on me when I met Pookie. He doesn't
smoke. Maybe if things work out, I'll be able to stop smoking this
time. I think I could do it for Pookie.

  As the minutes ticked away, I became more and more nervous.
Please Lord, let him like me. I should have gone back home when
I started to. It's not too late. He isn't here yet. He's not due
for another 20 minutes. Maybe I should just leave and save us
both some more heart aches. Oh God! What will I do if he doesn't
like me?

  That's him getting off the bus! He's ten minutes early! I'm sure
that's him. He is more beautiful then I expected. What can he see
in an old man like me? How can this flabby old body of mine be
appealing to his young, strong, firm body. Anyone would kill to
have a body like that! Oh God, what must he taste like?

  Maybe I had better just leave before he sees me. Shit!!!! He's
seen me! Isn't that bashful wave he is giving me cute? I squared
my shoulders as I told myself; there is nothing to do now but
brave my way through the meeting. Maybe it will be alright.

  I got out of the car and started towards Pookie. I guess Pookie
is a little more bashful than I am. He is inspecting the ground
all around him as I approached.

****************************************************

Pookie-Boy

  Nervously, I walked out of my room. My bedroom. The room
where it all started.

  "Bye, pop, I'm going to Suzie's to watch videos," I shouted.
He was probably drunk and asleep in some dirty corner. Little
did he know that Suzie had gone out of state with her latest
boyfriend! I didn't know what else I could tell them. Somehow,
"bye,  popsy, I'm going off to meet this man I met on the Internet.
He's older than you and if I'm lucky, we'll have unbridled,
passionate sex!", just didn't seem the right thing to say.

  Walking up the street to the bus stop, I realized just how lucky
I was. Me, of all people. Me, the picky one. It's not enough that
I'm gay, I'm also a vegetarian. Brings on a new meaning to 'meat
eating', eh?

  Sure, I was nervous, but I tried not to think of what was up
ahead. I had met a man. A man who loved me. A man who
accepted me with all my faults. A man who'd traveled two
thousand miles to be here with me tonight. What would he be
like? Would he like me up close? I'm not one of the typical jocks
and I've never been to the gym. The only way I keep fit is by
walking. Walking and thinking. Thinking of the past. I never could
think about the future. It was all too uncertain. Until Curtis.

  Bah! Public transport! I've been waiting here for a bus for over a
quarter of an hour and still no sign of one. Thank goodness I took
the precaution of leaving home an hour early. I'd rather arrive
early than on time. This way, if I chicken out, there's still time for
me to catch a bus back home.

  Just thinking about tonight started to make me jittery. This was
my first real date. This was the first time I've ever done anything
like this. You hear all these stories of people meeting all sorts of
freaky people in the chat rooms on the Internet. Somehow, I knew
Curtis would be different.

  I was just surfing late one night. I was recovering from chicken
pox (really! At my advanced age of twenty-something!), so I had
some time off work. I'd just discovered chat rooms. This
particular night, after having put up with my father coming home
stone drunk, vomiting everywhere, I decided I had to do
something to change my life.

  I'd always been the gutless one. Predictability being my middle
name. I summoned up the courage and entered a gay chat room.
Curtis was the only one there.  I was about to bail out as he said
'hi'. I wasn't going to be rude and just run out. I replied. The more
we chatted, the more I discovered that we had many things in
common.

  Hallelujah! I see the bus! Eagerly, I jump on and pay my fare.
Sometimes, I think it would be easier if I was willing to drive
again - but I really don't feel ready for it yet, Just the thought
of being behind a steering wheel is enough to bring images of the
accident into my mind. I suppose it was stupid. I just lost my
concentration. I'd seen this cute silver-haired man out jogging.
My eyes followed him rather than the road. I ended up having a
head on collision. Fortunately, nobody was killed. Both cars were
written off and we were all admitted into the hospital. Even today,
just thinking of the hospital's antiseptic smell is enough to turn
my stomach.

  Curtis, Curtis...Curtis. Over the following months, we'd chat and
exchange e-mails on a regular basis. Perhaps a bit too regular - I
started thinking of him as the friend I never had. I shared
everything with him, all my joy and misery. My traumas and
triumphs.

  I knew that he was rather older than me, in his 50's, but that
didn't bother me. I'd always enjoyed the company of older
men - going back to my old school teacher, Mr Grey. He was
always encouraging me and making me feel better. "Lachlan
Pookster", he'd say, "one day, you're going to be Newtown's most
famous son". Sure, I didn't believe him - but, hey, the love I
didn't get from my parents came from him. That was enough. It's
been a while since anybody called me by my real name. Pookie
sounds cuter and more upbeat, if you know what I mean.

  Like I said before, from the very first night, I could tell Curtis
was different. He appeared more sincere, loving and caring than I
would've thought possible. Any experiences I'd had in the past
were one way - I loved him - he loved somebody else. Curtis was
single. He'd had a relationship in the past that left it's scars. I
never really asked him about it, though, because he sounded like
he was still having a hard time getting over it.

  I was somewhat disappointed to discover that he lived thousands
of miles away. I knew that I wanted to meet him, to see him in the
flesh. Surely, such a perfect human being isn't possible?!

  I don't know if I've been saving myself for somebody special.
Perhaps that's just one of the many reasons I've not had sex yet.
Having emotionally detached parents made me feel that it was
wrong to love and be touched. Having a father who's only touch
was that of a smack made me think that all touch was equal to
pain.

  Curtis influenced me in many positive ways. I started living my
dreams: I finally got my nipple and naval pierced. Suzie, how can
I ever repay her for all the times she'd covered for me? Anyway,
Suzie kindly offered to do the piercings herself. I probably
wouldn't have had them done otherwise. I suppose this was a
belated rebellious teenage stage.

  I wanted to dye my hair green next - but, sadly, Suzie was on
vacation and wouldn't be back for a month. I had a very nasty
experience with the dye. It ended up splattered all over the
bathroom and shower. When I told Curtis, he said he wished
he was there to help me wash it off. When I heard this, and
noticed he wasn't joking, I realized that I just HAD to meet
him - no matter what!

  The very next day, with a good half tube of green dye staring
me in the face, I tried dying my pubic hair. The experience was
more mortifying than that of the previous day - everything
between my thighs and under my belly was green. I looked like
the Incredible Hulk down there! I scrubbed and scrubbed, and
wished Curtis was there to help! The water ran clear eventually
and I thought I'd washed it all out, so I put my shorts on again.

  Later that night, as I was pulling them off to give Mr Wiggly his
nightly exercise, I noticed that Mr Wiggly still looked like he'd
belong to some green alien and my virginal white shorts had green
dye all over the inside. Sheesh!  Fortunately, I hid them from my
mother. I tried washing the dye out - but that didn't work. The
dye had dried and set into the material. This story really amused
Curtis - and I know that I'll never hear the end of it. So, I decided
to wear my famous shorts to our date tonight.

  Oh, God, did I call it a date?? I've never been on a date before.
Just thinking of what his reactions and my expectations are, is
enough to release another jar of carefree butterflies into my
empty stomach. Just thinking about what else could happen
tonight sent a shiver up my spine and my heart beating faster.

  Hey, with all my thoughts I almost got carried away! The next
stop's my stop. Our stop. As many times as I'd gotten off at this
very stop, I felt like I was doing it for the very first time. I
suppose this must be how a bride would feel on her wedding
night. I realized that this was going to be a night I wouldn't
forget in a very long time.

  Glancing down to my watch, I noticed that I'm early. I certainly
hope he won't be late - I don't like waiting around and am liable
to chicken out and catch the bus back home.

  I looked over to our predetermined meeting place. Was that
really Curtis? I don't think he did himself justice by what he
said on the Internet! He was nowhere near as chubby as he said
he was. He was pleasantly filled - and pleasantly eye filling. In
the wilds of my imagination, I was undressing him, kissing him,
cuddling him... but in reality, I didn't know if I really could.

  Snapping back into reality, I gave him a shy little wave. I didn't
want to appear too eager - and deep inside, I really wanted to run
home and dream about what we could have done tonight.

I slowly but surely walked up to him. How could so many
butterflies fit into my stomach! Leave some space for the
food, guys!

"Hi Pookie", he said.

"Hi Curtis"...

****************************************************

Curtis

  We stood looking at each other a minute, and we couldn't think
of anything else to say. Finally I just nodded to the door of
the cafe, and we headed inside. I don't know which of us was
most nervous as we studied our menus. I asked Pookie what was
good, and I think he was pleased when I ordered the same as he
was having.

  We didn't talk much during supper. I think we were both waiting
for the big questions. Does he like me? Will he go back to my
room with me?  Is he disappointed in me? Can he love me? Oh
Lord, I haven't been this nervous on a date since I was 17.

"Hey," Pookie exclaimed, "I'm surprised that you didn't ask me
about my famous frothy surprise!"

Pookie had written me about it, but wouldn't tell me what was
in it. All I knew was that it is a beverage made of soy milk.

"Ok," I responded, "tell me what is in it and I might try one.

"Besides the soy milk, it contains a overloaded spoonful of cocoa,
a splash of vanilla essence and a dollop of golden syrup! Now you
know my secret recipe. I have it made exclusively for me by one
of the nice ladies at this cafe."

  Pookie held up two fingers, and our frothy surprises soon
appeared. I could tell he was pleased when I really liked it.

  We ordered coffee and sit talking about safe subjects. We were
finishing our coffee when I popped the big question. "Would you
like to go to my room a while? We could watch some TV or
something."

  Pookie just nodded his head, and my heart leapt for joy. He
insisted on paying for supper, so I said I would leave the tip.
We walked out to the car, and I was sure we were both
wondering about what would happen when we got to the room.

****************************************************

Pookie-Boy

  My nervousness was at it's peak. I could feel my hands all
clammy, my heart  racing like I'd just run a marathon. Sure, I
wanted to extend my hand, to touch  him and shake his hand - but
I was afraid of what how he'd react.

  We stood there in silence for what seemed an eternity. I couldn't
being myself  to say all the things I was feeling at that moment. I
was still in awe that he actually traveled so far to be with me. I felt
touched that a stranger had taken so much interest in me.

  Without a word, we made our way into the cafe. I was a regular
there, and had my usual table reserved. We sat down and studied
the menus carefully.

  "What would you recommend?" Curtis asked. It was so lovely to
hear his voice. His first real sentence addressed to me. Words I'll
remember forever. Now I was starting to feel like a lovesick
school girl!

"I always go for the pumpkin and ricotta lasagna," I replied.
Slowly, my timidity eroded.


"Great, then, lasagne it is."

  We ate in silence. Occasionally, I'd look up at him - but as soon
as his eyes met mine, I quickly looked back down into my plate.
The butterflies in my stomach had fallen asleep - either that or
they'd drowned in the mineral water I'd been drinking!

  There were so many things I wanted to ask him. There was so
much I wanted to say. I wanted to thank him for being there the
first night and chatting to me. I wanted to thank him for all the
love he's shown over the distance, I felt like I could even fall in
love with him. Pookie! Bite your tongue! Fall in love? You're
the one who'd build barriers around your life and never let
anybody in. You're the one who'd avoided social gatherings at
work, because you didn't want to see people happy and in love.
You're the one who said `never again' after the last time. Sure, the
last time was many years ago, but you promised Pookie, you
promised.

  Sometimes, though, promises are meant to be broken. We
change as people and our lives much change to adapt. I felt ready.
I felt comfortable. Tonight was going  to be the night, for sure -
but what if Curtis didn't want that? What if Curtis thought I wasn't
his type? What if I fell in love with Curtis - but he didn't love me
back?

  I didn't want to think about any of that. I was just going to sit
back, enjoy my supper, and take it one step at a time.

"Hey I'm surprised that you didn't ask me about my famous frothy
surprise!" I just had to break the silence. It was just to unbearable
to sit there in silence with the man I'd been eager to meet for so
many months.

  I'd mentioned the frothy surprise a couple of times to Curtis. It
was my preferred beverage for special occasions. Whenever I'd
feel down and sad, I knew I could rely on a frothy surprise to
make me feel better.

"Ok," he replied, "tell me what is in it and I might try one."

  "Besides the soy milk, it contains an overloaded spoonful of
cocoa, a splash of vanilla essence and a dollop of golden syrup!
Now you know my secret recipe. I have it made exclusively for
me by one of the nice ladies at this cafe." Well, here was a man
who knew all my deepest, darkest secrets. I thought telling him
the recipe wouldn't be such a big deal. "But the secret's in the
technique - and the froth," I smiled.

  I held up two fingers, and our frothy surprises soon appeared. I
was lucky that Mitzy, my favorite cafe  lady was rostered on
tonight. Nobody could perfect a frothy surprise quite like her.

I was thrilled when Curtis said that he enjoyed the beverage.

"I think I could get addicted to these. So rich and creamy."

  We agreed that we needed something else to wash down the
frothy surprise. We were too full for and dessert, but decided on a
cup of coffee as a night cap. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have a cup of
coffee at this hour - I'd have a sleepless night. This was my aim
for tonight. I didn't want to start yawning too early.

  I felt that silence was about to engulf us again, whilst drinking
the strong cup of liquid caffeine. Just as I was about to open my
mouth, he said: "Would you like to go to my room a while? We
could watch some TV or something."

  I felt like I'd been struck by a bolt of lightning. I knew what I'd
heard, but it didn't sink in. I just nodded my head. He was cool, I
could see a smile forming on his lips. Oh, those lips. If only I
could bond with those lips - I'd never, ever want to part from
them! Good one, Pookie, now you're sounding like an incurable
romantic!



****************************************************

Curtis

  He slid into the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt. I
couldn't help but remember what he had written me about why he
doesn't drive anymore. He had been in a bad car wreck as a teen,
where some people had been injured. The wreck had been his
fault, and he hadn't driven since.

  I fastened my seat belt and started the car. I glanced over at
Pookie, as I pulled the gearshift into drive. He smiled at me. My
heart felt like it would burst.

  I unlocked the door and stood to the side so Pookie could enter
the room first. I gently touched my hand to his shoulder as he
passed in front of me. He tensed, but he didn't knock my hand
away.

  He really surprised me with his answer when I asked if he
wanted to watch some TV. "Can we take a shower instead?" he
asked. I couldn't get him to the bathroom fast enough.

****************************************************

Pookie-Boy

  On the short car ride back to his room, I could feel the coffee
kicking in. Suddenly, I felt alive. I was still a bit nervous and
unsure of what was going to happen next. I'd read about it often
enough in my collection of stories from the Nifty archive - but this
was real life! I wasn't some two dimensional character, made up
by some sleazy writer, Pookie is flesh and blood!

  I looked over to Curtis and let out a shy little smile. I was ready
to offer myself to him. Completely.

  We reached the motel soon enough. Sure, it wasn't the Ritz - but
it wasn't any flea pit either. Deep down I'd really hoped I would've
lost my virginity in some upscale hotel suite. Still, I realize that
Curtis had spent to much money on the trip already, so I thought I
could bear it. Hey, if worse came to worse, I could close my eyes
and imagine it was some classy honeymoon suite!

  As he unlocked his door, I felt his hand touch my shoulder. It
was such an unexpected surprise that I almost jumped. I just hope
he didn't notice when I tensed up like I did.

  I could thank the coffee for relieving my tension. I don't know
why people turn to drugs. A nice, strong cup of coffee is enough
to make me feel like I'm floating.

  He asked if I wanted to watch TV. I thought this was a bizarre
question, seeing as I don't own a TV and never watch it. I
suppose he was just being friendly. I, however, was feeling more
bold. "Can we take a shower instead?" Great, Pookie, now you
sound like some cheap streetwalker! If that won't put him off,
nothing will.

****************************************************

Curtis

  I was totally stripped by the time Pookie had his shirt off. I
could tell he was very embarrassed, but very determined. I noticed
he didn't have his nipple rings or his navel ring in. When I asked
about them he told me,

"No one has ever seen them since I had it done. I know you don't
really like them, so I took them out."

  What could I say? I wanted to give him a hug, but I was afraid it
was too soon yet. All I could say was, "Thank you Pookie. That
was very nice of you, but you didn't have to do that. I want you
to be you."

  He slipped off his shoes and socks, and dropped his pants. I had
to grin when I saw he was wearing his lucky green shorts. Man
did he look good enough to eat.

  I was standing there with a raging hard on, but he was still so
embarrassed and shy, he was only half hard. My hands wanted to
be running all over his body. My lips wanted to be pasted to his.
My cock just wanted him. But, it was still too soon for any of
that. Pookie was still too nervous. I couldn't stand the thought of
doing anything that would hurt or scare him. We have been hurt
enough. If all he wants to do is have us take a shower together
without touching, I'll do just that, and no more. I don't want to
push him into anything he isn't ready for.

  Pookie turned away from me as he slipped down his underwear.
Damn, he has a butt to die for. Pookie has never understood my
obsession with guys butts. Oh well, I don't understand his thing
about underarms either.

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Pookie-Boy

  Curtis surprised me when he grabbed me by my hand and led me
to the bathroom. I don't know how he could take off his clothes as
fast as he did. Once I took off my shirt, he was completed naked.
For the first time in my life, I'd seen another naked man. Oh, boy,
I think those butterflies might be waking up again. Actually, it was
worse then that. I was certain that I was blushing. I just hoped
that this would go away and not affect my performance tonight. I
was beyond worrying about his body  - that was just one part of
Curtis. For me, Curtis was the most beautiful person on the
planet.

  Curtis noticed that I'd removed my body jewelry. "No one has
ever seen them since I had it done. I know you don't really like
them, so I took them out." I explained.

"Thank you Pookie. That was very nice of you, but you didn't
have to do that. I want you to be you."

  Again, I felt so happy that I knew somebody like Curtis. That I
loved somebody like Curtis. That Curtis loved somebody like me.
I was certain of that now. I knew that our love was mutual.

  As I slowly peeled off my pants, I made sure he noticed the
shorts I'd put on especially for the occasion. A radiant smile came
over his face. He was checking me out. He was happy with what
he saw. This made me want to jump into his arms. I knew he
would protect and love me like nobody else. I wanted to be by his
side the whole time.

  I'd taken my shorts off slowly and timidly. Even though Curtis
was visibly aroused, I didn't feel comfortable with him seeing me
totally naked, so I put my hands in front to cover myself. It's not
that I didn't want to - I just had bad memories of the locker room
in high school.

  Before we jumped into the shower, I confessed: "Curtis, umm,
I've got to wee. Coffee has that affect on me". He smiled and
nodded. I ran over to the toilet bowl and let out an almighty
golden stream. It felt great. My whole body was happy. From the
corner of my eye, I'm sure Curtis was glancing at me. That's
strange, seeing as he's not into this sort of stuff!

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Curtis

  We got the shower water adjusted to where we could agree on
the temperature. We stepped into the shower, and Pookie's hip
grazed mine as he entered. He was holding his hands in front of
himself, hiding his manhood. It was really cute that he was so shy.

  I got the soap and started washing his chest. He was tense, but
he didn't object or seem to want me to stop. I washed his arms as
best as I could without him raising them. I gently lifted his left
arm, so I could wash his armpit. Pookie raised his arm, but kept
his other hand in front of himself, hiding his dick and nuts as best
he could. He still wasn't hard yet.

  Pookie shivered and moaned when I worked the soap into his
underarm. I spent a lot of time there. I knew how much he likes
to play with his armpit, and I didn't want any hint of deodorant
under there. If he gave me half a chance, I intended to kiss and
lick those underarms for all I'm worth! I glanced down, and his
hand couldn't hide that big hard cock.

  I switched underarms, and as soon as I left his left side, he
switched hands hiding his dick. Oh, it was cute, but that hard on
he was trying to hide, told me everything was going to be alright.
I played with his right armpit a long time, before heading for his
pubic area. He was still a little bashful about moving his hand, but
once he decided it was OK, he let me see his beautiful cock and
balls. God! I want him.

  He trembled a little when I cupped his nuts with my soapy hand.
I knew I was the first to ever touch him like that! Oh they felt
good as I cupped them in my hand. They were heavy, and I was
fairly sure Pookie hadn't been jacking off lately.

  I soaped my hands, and wrapped around Pookie's hard rod. He
whimpered a little as my hand closed around him. I realized how
hard my touching him was for him. I understood his desire that
this happen, but also all those years of fear, hurt and rejection.

  My hand started the slow up and down movement on his hard
on. A little squeeze as my hand slipped over the dark purple head
of his dick. He placed one hand on each of my shoulders to brace
himself as he started fucking into my hand.

  His big brown eyes were staring into my own. They were
hypnotic. I couldn't so much as blink. They were pleading with
me. Pleading that I love him. Pleading that I not hurt him.
Begging that I make him mine.

  He started shooting just as I told him, "I love you Pookie. Please
be mine, and love me too." He tensed, threw his head back and
was panting softly as he shot his load all over me. Five or six big
globs of his thick creamy cum landed on my chest and belly to be
washed down and collected in my pubic hair.

  I took him in my hug, and he tensed, but didn't pull away. It was
only a moment before he relaxed and put his arms around me too.
He kissed my cheek, and I couldn't stop the tears. He didn't ask
why I was crying, he just stroked the back of my head as I nuzzled
into his neck.

  I couldn't tell him yet why I was crying as he held me and I
sobbed onto his shoulder. I couldn't yet tell him of the relief I felt.
Relief that things looked good between us. Relief that my risk had
been worth it all. No, he didn't ask. He could tell I was in pain
and needed him to hold and comfort me. He did. He held me tight
and soothed the hurt.

  I couldn't tell him yet that I had quit my job to be with him.
Weeks ago, I had sent out my resume to all the firms in this city.
It looked as if I had a good chance of getting on at one, but it
wasn't yet assured. I couldn't tell him all my belongings would be
here next week. I couldn't tell him yet that he was my last chance
for happiness in this life. If I can't have Pookie, I know I will
never again try.

  I know we still have a lot of obstacles to overcome. But just by
his letting me touch him, by his getting a hard on and cuming all
over me, I was sure we could work them out. I knew we had a
chance when he wrapped me in his arms. I was even more sure of
it when I felt his hand on my hard on.

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Pookie-Boy

  We got into the shower. Thank goodness for large showers. In
the one we have at home, you can barely turn without hitting an
elbow.

  Curtis unexpectedly took hold of the soap and started washing
me. He started with my chest. Feeling his smooth, loving hands on
my body was a strange sensation. At first, I couldn't help but tense
up - but after a couple of minutes, I started to melt like butter.
Nobody had ever touched me like that before. Nobody. I can't
even begin to explain how I was feeling. A part of me just wanted
to break down and cry. Another part of me was so full of joy and
happiness that I felt like I was going to burst.

  I think I moaned when he started playing with my armpits. I can't
even remember having lifted my arms. I was touched that he
remembered that I really liked playing with them. He was slowly
and carefully lathering. Every stroke felt like a piece of his love.
Yes, that sounds stupid, but when you fell these things for the first
time, you have no other way of expressing them!

  Eventually, I move my hands away from my cock. The moment
had arrived. For the first time in my life (well, as far as I could
remember!), I was completely naked in front of another person.
And this person was the man I loved, the man with whom I'd want
to spend the remaining years of my life.

  When he first touched me down there, I thought I was going to
faint. No matter how many times I'd read about it, feeling it in real
life is a zillion times better.

  I moaned and I felt weak at the knees when his lathered hands
tugged at my swiftly risen erection. I'd purposely not exercised Mr
Wiggly in over a week, in anticipation of this night.

  Suddenly, nothing else mattered - none of the pain and misery of
the past. The present offered nothing but pleasure and that's all
that was important. I moaned gently, so gently that I'm sure Curtis
didn't hear it. I began moving back and forth, slowly pumping my
love meat between his hands. Did I feel guilty? Sure. I felt sleazy
and cheap. But this wasn't the moment to worry about any of that
- I just wanted to give myself over to pleasure - and pleasure's
name was Curtis.

  My brown eyes locked into his. This was the first time our eyes
met. I saw longing, caring and love in his eyes. I knew that he
wouldn't ever hurt me. He was the first man I'd trusted implicitly
in many years.

  Then came the magic. The words I'd longed to hear all my life: "I
love you Pookie. Please be mine, and love me too." I just couldn't
help myself and just started shooting my seed out like mad! I
groaned, I moaned. At one point I'm sure I'd even blacked out!

  Curtis pulled me into his arms. Oh, those arms. Big, strong,
manly arms. I didn't want him to ever let me go. I kissed him. It
wasn't like a passionate kiss or anything, just a kiss on the cheek,
but it was the first kiss I'd given anybody since I last kissed my
grandma when I was seven.

  For some reason, Curtis started to cry. At first, I thought it
might have been something I'd done or said. It occurred to me
soon after, that it was something else. There was something
between us that I just could never explain. His crying showed me
just how strong the bond between us was, and that he would stay
by my side. I held onto him. I wanted to comfort him, to ease his
pain. I wanted to transform his sorrow into happiness. I held him
tightly in my arms. I wouldn't let anybody hurt him. As long as he
was here for me, I'd be here for him.

  I then felt his throbbing member poking me in the belly. I had to
return the favor. Not because I felt obligated to, no, it was simply
because I wanted to (and, let's face it, I didn't know what else to
do - I couldn't remember all the techniques and positions used in
the stories I'd read. What a great time for my memory to fail
me!!!)

  I started playing with his armpits. Oh, they were luscious. I've
seen armpits and I've seen armpits in my life, and Curtis' were
magnificent. Uniform patches of dark brown hair. I couldn't resist
but bury my face in them. I could sense that Curtis wasn't getting
the thrill I'd gotten when he was nuzzling mine.

  I brought my hands down to his eagerly awaiting manhood.
Looking down at it, I mumbled, "sorry I neglected you, man."
Curtis' sizable meat replied with a throb. That made me giggle.
Before I could continue, I felt it spewing out it's precious liquid.
The very essence of life.

  We spent a bit more time in the shower - but I knew it was time
to get out when the water started going cold on us!

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Curtis

  Pookie did everything to me that I had done to him. I didn't
really get anything out of him playing with my underarms, but he
seemed to be enjoying it so much that I couldn't refuse him. When
he cupped my eggs in his hand, I thought I would shoot right
then. I didn't last anytime when his hand went around my swollen
dick. We must have spent over an hour in the shower as we
hugged and played with each other.

  We finally got out of the shower, and tenderly dried each other
off. Pookie was getting to where he didn't tense up ever time I
touched him. God, I love him so.

  Naked we cuddled in the center of the bed, just holding each
other. We didn't need to talk right then. We had pretty well said it
all in our emails to each other.

  I felt Pookie's dick stiffening against my thigh. I grabbed the
jelly from the drawer by the bed side where I had put it. I just
handed it to Pookie and lifted my legs. He quickly slicked my
puckered opening, and his big cock.

  Tenderly he pushed into me as I pushed out to receive him. I
couldn't hold back the groan as his big dick head pushed past my
prostate. Slowly he bottomed out with a sigh. My hands found
their way to his butt cheeks, and I caressed his rump. Slowly he
withdrew his long tool from my ass. Once again I had to groan as
that big head scrapped across my prostate. A small river of
pre-cum flowed from my dick head.

  Pookie pushed back in and more pre-cum flowed. Out once
more. In. Out. In. Out. This can't be happening, I told myself.
I've heard of it, but it has never happened to me. I'm going to
cum without my cock even being touched. "OH God! I'm Cummmmming!"

  Pookie shoved hard into me as he own cum erupted from his
nuts. Shot after hot shot was hitting my insides as I pumped out
mine onto my stomach. We rested with Pookie's cock still inside
me. I had to reach up and caress his cheek. He smiled at me and
my heart filled with love for my man.

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Pookie-Boy


  We moved onto the bed. Gee, I'd never seen a bed this big
before, let alone lie on one! Curtis and I just cuddled there on the
bed. We said not a word - but the silence was comforting. I felt
complete, if we just lied there together for the rest of out lives
without uttering another syllable, I'd be content.

  All these sweet caresses were getting me going again. Before I
knew it, Mr Wiggly was awake and paying full attention. Curtis
fumbled with the bed side drawer. He produces a jar of Lite and
Natural lubricant. I was pleased, as KY doesn't quite do it for me.

  I knew what he wanted, and I was happy to oblige. As I slicked
up Mr Wiggly (who was happier than he's ever been. I know he's
sick of my right hand!), Curtis lifted his legs into the air. OK,
Pookie, you've read about it enough times, You've even seen it in
some videos. Now's the time for you to do it!

  I slicked up his opening, which greeted me and Mr Wiggly with
a wink, and tenderly entered. Curtis moaned. I remember having
paused when I was completely in there. I paused and thought
about all the good times in my life. All the highlights. Nothing
compared to this moment. Curtis and I were united.

  I slowly pulled back out, wondering what I'd think if, say, my
father suddenly burst through the door. Yes, highly unlikely, but
my stupid brain thinks of these things when I should be
concentrating on Curtis' pleasure. That's it. I didn't care whether
or not I'd get much of a thrill (it would, of course, be hard not
to!), as long as Curtis enjoyed himself.

  I got a rhythm going. In, out, push, pull. It was intense! My
breathing intensified! I was grunting! I seriously wondered what
the neighbors were thinking! Suddenly, I hear Curtis howl
(really!) as I felt I was going over the edge, about to shoot my
load for a second time. I felt his muscles clamp down on my cock,
and as his rod started shooting, I felt mine erupting inside him!
What a blast! Never before had I felt this good! Now I know why
they're always tired after sex in the stories! This is better than
going to the gym, I think!

  The two of us just rested there on the bed. I wanted to lean over
and give Curtis a kiss to thank him, but felt too tired. I had to
catch my breath! I felt him caress my cheek. I couldn't help but
smile. I felt radiant. I was so full of love for this man, that I'd
follow him to the ends of the earth, as long as we were together.

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Curtis

  Another shower was called for. This time I cleansed his
underarms with my tongue and kisses. Oh yes, he got hard again.
After I had licked and kissed every spot under his arms, I sank to
my knees and slurped his hard dick into my mouth. My tongue ran
around the fat sharp ridge of his dick head and my Pookie
moaned. I sucked it back into my mouth and with just gentle
suction, bobbed up and down on his fantastic hard on as he fucked
into my face. With my hand massaging his big nuts, it didn't take
long before he was pumping his sweet juice into my hungry
mouth. Oh he tasted as good as I knew he would.

  Pookie didn't have time to get me off again that night, and I
wasn't sure he was ready to give a blow-job. I can wait until he is
ready. It was after 1:00 am, and he had to get home. He didn't
want to have to explain to his folks why he had stayed out all
night long. He hasn't come out to his parents yet.

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Pookie-Boy


  It was getting late and the two of us were in a mess. I realized
that sex was far messier in real life than fiction would make out!
We both hopped into the shower once more, relieved that the
water had regained it's heat. Curtis surprised me by bathing my
armpits with his kisses and tongue. God, that felt so good.

  After all we'd done so far, he was getting me ready to go at it
again. It wasn't too long before Mr Wiggly rose from his nap once
more. He's not seen this much action since the afternoon I
discovered that he was good for more than one thing!

  Curtis bobbed down and enthusiastically started munching on my
stiff sausage. Oh, man, yeah! If the intense heat of his anal cavity
wasn't enough, his tongue was working miracles around my
helmet and shaft! Oh, the pleasure! I moaned louder than ever
before. Curtis was pleased to see my reaction, and continued
working my tool.

  I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. Oh, man, this is it! I
could feel my intense orgasm on it's way.  Rising from my very
foundations, my knees started to wobble as I started shooting my
juice straight into his mouth. And he swallowed! It was so strange
not having to clean to with a Kleenex after having cum!

  We finished up in the shower. Despite the cup of coffee earlier, I
was exhausted. I hadn't had that much physical activity since I
tried out (unsuccessfully) for the football team in high school!
That was another bad experience in my life - but I felt comfortable
enough now to look back and laugh at it.

  I wanted to do more with Curtis. I was prepared to go all the
way. Sadly, though, it was late. It was past 1 am. Sure, pops
would be out of it, but mom would be coming home from her
poker night, and would raise hell if I wasn't home when she got
there.

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Curtis

  I told him that tomorrow was another day. As I drove him home,
he told me he would meet me at the bus stop at 8:30 in the
morning. Yeah, tomorrow is another day, and we have the rest of
our lives of tomorrow's. We can take it slow.

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Pookie-Boy

  I had mixed feelings on the drive home. I was sad, no, more than
sad, melancholic, because this night was at an end. I didn't want to
leave Curtis. Sure, he said that "tomorrow's another day", but
there are many hours between now and then, when I'd be alone,
wanting his affection. The other part of me was jumping for joy. I
was in love with the most beautiful man in the world and he loved
me. I had lost my virginity before Jack - I'd have to e-mail him all
about it tonight!

  I told Curtis that I'd like to meet him in the morning at the bus
stop. That put a grin on his face. That also made me smile. I was
happy as long as he was happy.

  "Next weekend," I said as I was getting out of the car, "I'd like
to try and dye my pubic hair green again. Would you help me with
it?"

"Anything for you, sweetie," he smiled. He blew me a kiss as I
slammed the door shut and he drove off.

  No, I don't think I'll have much time for sadness anymore. Now
that I've found love. And Curtis is my love.

The End

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