Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2009 17:19:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: The report, chapt 3

III.
The Problems


	I boarded a commuter and in an hour I had landed in Madison. It was
not completely on a whim. The whole situation revolving around Thad was
worrisome to me. I felt that it need some resolution.
	I checked into a motel near the airport and began to scan the phone
book. There were a number of Washburns!
	Luckily on the fifth try, the phone was answered by a pleasant
woman's voice, "Hello?"
	"Hello, May I speak to Thad, please?" This had been my approach to
the previous four attempts.
	"Who's calling, please?"
	"This is David Pierce. I'm here in Madison. Is Thad there?"
	"Just one moment, please."
	I could hear a brief muffled conversation on the other end.
	Then, "This is Thad."
	"Thad," I recognized his voice, "I called the team this
morning. The receptionist told me you were on sick leave. I really want to
talk to you. So I flew down here to see you."
	There was a pause. No reply.
	"Thad?"
	"Yeah, I'm here."
	"Can we meet someplace?" and I added, "Please!"
	"I don't know . . . ," then, "Well, . . . OK. Where are you?"
	I gave him the motel's name.
	"Yeah, I know it. . . . There's a restaurant right across the
street. . . . Meet you there in twenty minutes."
	"OK, Thanks."
	I crossed the busy street, entered the restaurant and found a table
in the corner--away from the restaurant's traffic. Some minutes later, Thad
walked in, dressed casually. He looked about, I waved, he ambled over and
he sat across from me.
	"Thanks for coming," I said, offering him my hand.
	"I'm not sure why I'm here," he admitted returning the shake.
	We ordered coffee and waited 'til the steaming brew was in front of
us.
	"Are you all right, Thad?"
	"Yeah. Just needed to get away for a while."
	"I understand." I admitted.
	"Do you?" he shot back. "Do you really know how I feel?" He pushed
the chair back a bit, rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands
	"Well, I . . . "
	"Do you know what's been going through my mind? Do you know how I
feel? Do you know . . . how . . . I wanted . . . you?" he stated looking up
at me.
	I was dumbstruck! This confession was more than I expected.
	"No! I thought not!" he continued. "What I did Saturday was stupid!
I don't know what possessed me. I only knew you were there . . . and I
. . . wanted to hold you."
	"Yeah, but, Thad, you could have told be before."
	"What did you want me to do? Walk up to you and say, 'Hey, David, I
really want to hold you. Let's go to bed?'"
	I flashed a brief smile, "Well, you could have . . ."
	Again he cut me off, "David! I'm sorry I did what I did
Saturday. I'm sorry I forced myself on you. It . . was. . . so fuckin
. . . stupid. I can't take it back! But, I can't say I'm sorry for how I
feel."
	"Thad, what happened . . . ."
	"Let me finish!"
	"No!" I stated emphatically. "Let me say something first." I
quickly sought the right words. "I certainly was not aware of your
. . . feelings towards me. I must admit I'm a bit surprised, but . . . not
offended. What happened Saturday night, if you remember . . . after you
. . . we were in the room. . . . I was not totally acquiescent . . . nor
passive. I must admit . . . I was initially frightened, even angered. But!
If you remember . . . I participated."
	Thad pondered my statement quietly for a time. "Well, I'm sorry,
. . . sorry for my blind stupidity back there," he confessed and stated,
"It won't happen again!" He moved back to a sitting position, hands still
clasped together.
	I shrugged my shoulders noncommittally. I felt it was best to probe
no further. Some of the questions had been answered--not all. But, at least
the important ones had been satisfied.
	We sat quietly, drinking our coffee--each staring into our own
distance. I realized that whatever had compelled Thad to commit his actions
last Saturday was as deeply disturbing to him as it was to me.


	Was it a universal expectation that athletes had to be aggressive,
combative, contentious in all their pursuits? Did we expect that their
likes had to revolve around ritual conflict? Isn't that what sports
are--controlled, ritualised conflict? Had we expected or demanded such an
approach in these modern day gladiators? Do we view any behaviour that is
not tough as a weakness or something to be sneered at? How would the
public, in general, react if they knew that one of their macho paradigms
enjoyed knitting, or baking or Mozart? Was such a code of aggressive
behaviour subtly imprinted early on in high school and/or college?  Or, are
we to attribute such behaviour as a side effect of the oft employed
steroids?
	Certainly such aggressive behaviour is unacceptable. But, was Thad
completely at fault? I do not mean to mitigate what happened that night,
although the end results were pleasant. The end never justifies the means!


	Thad was a handsome desirable man. That's a fact. My reaction to
him was not completely intellectual or analytical. Was his behavior that
night symptomatic of something darker?


	I was unable to clearly analyze what had transpired to this
point. I needed time alone. Therefore, I broke our silent and individual
reverie.
	"Thad, do you mind driving me back to the airport? I'd like to
catch the last commuter back to the cities."
	He blinked back to the here-and-now, "Sure." He looked intently at
me for a moment. His hazel eyes also appeared to be fighting to make some
sense!
	I paid the bill, checked out of the unused motel room and Thad
quietly drove me the short distance to the terminal.
	"Thanks, Thad. Thanks for seeing me."
	I smiled as he turn to acknowledge me. However, he offered no
response.
	I shook his hand and reached over giving him a quick hug, saying,
"It's OK."
	His only response was what seemed to be a stifled sob. Quickly I
got out of the car, entered the terminal, changed my reservation and
boarded the flight back to the cities. The hour's return flight was, for me
a jumble of information. I was unable to clearly assess or to put into any
order what I knew and experienced. Confusion seemed to reign.
	Back home, like some automaton, I got off the plane and walked to
the terminal's entrance. I took a taxi to my condo, soaked under a hot
shower and went to bed.


	The next morning I phoned Bill and told him that I would be in that
afternoon. Luckily, I didn't have to punch a clock. But, I did have to
produce. To date, both Bill and I were satisfied with the arrangement!
	I brewed a pot of coffee, poured a large mug full and tried to
gather together what I knew of Thad Washburn. He was: twenty-eight;
biracial; from Madison, Wisconsin; college educated; a utility quarterback;
six-foot-four; two-hundred-fifteen or so pounds; dark-honey colored skin;
broad shouldered; clearly defined musculature; narrow hips; a firm, rounded
ass; muscular thighs; an opulent, uncut, mahogany cock and balls; a mole
over his right hip-bone; hazel eyes; black, heavy, arched eyebrows;
straight, flared nose; full lips; and a strong jaw line. In addition, he
appeared to be basically sensitive; but, could be aggressive; and he both
actively and passively participated in same-sex encounters. He indicated
that he had experienced certain feelings for me from the first time we
met. He did not reveal these feelings to me, and apparently to no one
else. The night of the gala, he acted upon these feelings, compulsively, in
a manner in which he now
 regretted and for which he is, apparently deeply embarrassed.
	Thad Washburn was, indeed, an enigma--a man of some complexity!
Again and again, I catalogued what I knew of him.


	Mid morning the doorbell sounded. I padded to the door, cup in
hand, and opened it. A delivery man stood there.
	"Mr. David Pierce?" he asked.
	"Yes," I answered, and he handed me what appeared to be a small
floral box. "Thank you," I said.
	"Have a good day," came the canned reply and he walked down the
hall.
	Closing the door, I slipped the ribbon off, opened the box and
folded back the green tissue. A single red rose nestled in its tissue
enclosure. A plain white card peaked out from behind the bloom. It read,
"Sorry." Nothing else--no name--no address--just, "Sorry."
	It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who sent this! Yet,
its existence, its meaning--its symbolism--was not all together clear to
me.
	I went to the phone and called Thad's number. There was no answer
except a recorded message. I ignored it. Then I phoned the team's office
and asked for him. Again I was informed, "He's on sick leave," by the
receptionist.
	I went to the office that afternoon and took up my investigation of
the zoning issue. Soon I was involved in that problem and the hours sped
by. For several days I immersed myself in my work. My mind was focused and
my work progressed.


		That Saturday afternoon, the football team had an
exhibition game. I obtained a ticket and attended. Thad was there, suited
up and played one quarter.
	Late, the same afternoon, back at the office, I impulsively--I mean
on a real illogical turn of the mind--wrote the following note: "Saw you at
the game this afternoon. Good job! Would you like to have dinner tomorrow?
7:00--no alcohol served! David." I sealed it in a newspaper's official
envelope, called a messenger and had it delivered to Thad's apartment. It
was only after the messenger had left that I realized I had not indicated
where!
	I dialed his number and again got the answering machine. "Thad?
This is David. The dinner invitation is for my place." I hung up. Again I
realized that I did not ask him to respond either in the note or to his
answering machine. "What an idiot!" I chided myself. "Well if he comes,
good. If he doesn't? That's that!"


		I didn't need to do any special shopping on Sunday as my
larder was fairly well stocked. Friday I had stopped by the meat market and
purchased four nice New York strips--one I had eaten that night. I was not
a gourmet cook by any means, but I run a mean grill! Grilled steaks, backed
potatoes and green beans, plus a salad ought to make a respectable
dinner. Besides, if Thad did not show up, I wouldn't have wasted much time!
I had to be practical!
	7:00 came and passed! "Well, I suppose I was asking too much," I
was thinking as the doorbell sounded. I opened the door. Thad was standing
there, a pleasant smile on his face.
	"Come in!" I said, a bit relieved.
	"Thanks for the invitation," Thad replied.
	"Hey, I have to apologize," I stated, "I sort of made it sound
kinda like . . . a command. I should have written, 'R.S.V.P.' at the bottom
of the note . . . but is was really rather spur of the minute . . ." I was
babbling, nervously.
	"That's OK," Thad stated calmly. "I thought I should call you
. . . to tell you I was coming . . . but really didn't decide . . . 'til an
hour ago . . ."
	"Well, anyway, I'm glad you're here!"
	Thad nodded his head and smiled.
	"Something to drink?" I asked.
	Thad lifted an eyebrow, questioningly. I raised my hand in mock
surrender,
	"Nothing alcoholic! Lemonade, orange juice," and I continued with a
recitation of carbonated drinks.
	"Lemonade would be fine."
	"Have a seat," I invited and I went to the kitchen to get the
lemonade.
	We sat and chatted for a few minutes--nothing momentous--just idle
chat. Then, I went out onto the balcony and started the gas grille.
	"Hope you like steaks?" I called into the living room, "my culinary
skills are limited."
	"Yeah, Love steak" he answered as he came to the opening onto the
balcony, "Need any help?"
	"Not much help needed here," I laughed as the propane popped under
the lighter. I slapped the two healthy steaks on the grill and went to the
kitchen to drop the green beans into the steamer. The potatoes were
done--no work there. Thad had followed me and leaned against the kitchen's
entrance.
	"Where did you learn to cook?"
	"Cook? Hah! What I do is the mother of necessity!" and we both
laughed.
	"Well my cooking experience is making toast," he chuckled.
	I checked the steaks, with Thad's help brought the food to the
table.
	"Have a seat," I said indicating his place and went to retrieve the
cooked steaks.
	Thad bent over his plate and savored the aroma of the grilled
steak. "I'm starved," he confessed.
	As I sat down I nodded to the single red rose, by now fully open,
in a makeshift vase on the side table, "Thanks for the flower."
	Thad merely smiled his acknowledgment.
	The dinner was acceptable and we both ate our fill and chatted
amiably. We both finished and sat back and sighed in sated contentment.
	"Now if I was a good host, I'd offer you a brandy . . . But, I'm
laboring under certain constraints this evening."
	Throwing back his head in a hearty laugh, Thad said, "Please, have
one on me. I insist!"
	I admitted that I really didn't have any and we both
laughed. Moving back the the living room we sat and talked. Talked about
the team, Sunini's rule, our favorite vacation spots, etc. Just stuff!
About 10:15 Thad glanced at his watch.
	"Hey, David, I should be going. It's getting a bit late for me?"
	"What do you do, turn into a pumpkin at midnight," I quipped.
	He laughed, "Ya know I got hours! Can you believe it?"
	"Sunini's rules!"
	"Yeah. I don't want to cross him again," he grinned and added, "He
can be a real bear."
	Thad stood up. I led the way to the door.
	"Thanks for coming over, Thad," I said turning towards him.
	"I'm glad I came," he said genuinely, smiled and held out his hand,
adding, "Thanks for the dinner."
	I shook his hand, but did not release it. Standing there for a
second I just looked at this sensitive, handsome man. Nothing untoward was
said or even intimated this whole evening. It had been simply been a time
of two guys having dinner and talking. Yet, all of a sudden, . . . he was
so damned appealing. I stepped up to him, slipped my arms around him and
hugged him.
	"Umh," escaped from his mouth as I drew him nearer. His arms
encircled my torso and returned my embrace.
	Without thinking, I kissed him lightly on the neck, and again that
strange, strained, "Umh!"
	Thad turned his face towards mine. For several seconds we just
stood there, arms locked around the other, eyes searching each others face
for some sign. Then, as if on cue, be both sought the other's mouth and
were locked in a deep, searching, elemental kiss.
	Both of us moaned as we yearned to draw even closer. Our bodies
reacted to the other's. I could feel the warmth of his torso as it
transmitted to me a primal yearning. Our groins pressed with undeniable
vigor against each other. Moans filled our throats, transmitting our
desires and needs.
	We broke that searching kiss, breathless. Pulling back we stared
into each other's eyes and both of us smiled.
	"Thanks, David," came a murmur, rumbling up from the depth of his
being.
	"You already thanked me for dinner," I said, not fully
comprehending his meaning.
	Thad smiled, "Thanks for the kiss . . . it sorta neutralizes
. . . what I . . . well, things."
	Finally understanding, I smiled and stated, "I would like to
neutralize some more!"
	Thad issued a deep throated laugh, grasped my face and kissed me
again, warmly and briefly. I tried to encircle his waist again, but he
pulled away.
	"Man, you don't know how easy it would be for me to stay . . . but
I just can't."
	"Why?"
	"Well, I'm still on Coach Sunini's short-hairs list, and if he
finds I've violated curfew . . . And, . . . I appreciate what you just did
. . . kissing me . . . Damn! . . . Hey, David, can we cool it a bit?" The
words tumbled out of his mouth seemingly unconnected. "I have felt
. . . liked you so much . . . I don't want to ruin it. . . Damn it, David
. . ." The look of a caged animal swept across his face as he glanced about
and back to me. "With you . . . a . . . one night stand . . . might be
great . . . but . . . I don't want that! There I said it!"
	Again, this hunk, this incredibly sensitive hunk astounded me. I
was astonished at his halting confession, his candor. I understood his
implication. I'm just not at all sure I want to be part of it!
	We stood there looking at each other. "OK, I understand," I mumbled
as I opened the door and he left. Slowly I closed the door and mused about
that night.


	It was basically a relaxed time. As if by some unwritten, unspoken
agreement we avoided any mention of the past couple of weeks. Our
conversation was wide ranging, light and relaxed. When I hugged him at the
door, Thad did not offer any resistance. As a matter of fact, he
responded--hugging me, kissing me and his body also reacted. The little
sounds he made, the 'Umh' were of surprised acceptance. Then the tumble of
words, seeming unrelated, reflecting both his desire and feelings. He had,
apparently overcome, in part, his natural reticence. But, the circumstances
did not allow for full, unimpeded disclosure. Hence, the disjointed verbal
allusions to what he felt--what he wanted to say.


	Early the next morning, before I had left for work, my phone
rang. It was Thad.
	"David, I wanted to thank you again for the great time last night."
	"Don't mention it," I answered then alluded to his early departure,
"Too bad you have a curfew."
	"Well, I just . . ." he didn't complete his thought. "Anyway, I
gotta run. The team's on the road for two weeks."
	"Oh?" I was surprised that he didn't mention it last night. But
then, why should he? "Well have fun!" I added ingenuously.
	"Hah! Some fun!"
	"Call me when you get back."
	"OK," and then, "Bye."
	"Bye."


	Things progressed in my investigation. I was given a number of
stories that didn't require too much time. I was able to complete them
without too much trouble. I had expected, or maybe: hoped that Thad would
have called. He didn't.
	I had been working hard for the past month and decided to take the
weekend off. Leave everything at the office. Friday I ate at my favorite
restaurant near where I lived, had a Chopin martini and a bottle of
wine. "Good thing I didn't drive," I murmured to myself. I was slightly
unsteady as I walked back to the condo.


	Slept in Saturday morning--something I rarely do, but it felt
good. I showered, put on a pair of shorts and just lounged around the
condo--reading the paper and some back issues of my favorite magazines I
hadn't got to.
	At 12:15 my door bell rang. As I went to the door, I wondered, "Who
could that be?" I opened the door. There stood Thad!
	"What a pleasant surprise," I admitted.
	Seeing my partial undress, he smiled and asked, "Have I got you at
a bad time?"
	"No, no," I assured him, "Come in."
	"I should have called. But, I was in the neighborhood and thought
I'd chance you being in."
	"Just lazing around . . . decided to take the weekend off," I
confessed, "Have a seat . . . still some hot coffee . . . want a cup?"
	"No, don't bother. Just wanted to see if you'd like to have lunch
with me."
	"That'd be great . . . I'll change and be right with you," I stated
and repeated, "Please, sit," as I walked towards the bedroom. In passing he
reached out and lightly touched my shoulder. That tentative contact sent
shock waves through me. I stopped, turned towards him and we stood there a
second or two searching each other's face.
	Then, that strange sound, "Umh," escaped from him. He reached out
grasped my shoulders, drew me to him and kissed me squarely on the lips.
	I was taken by surprise and was quickly breathless. I broke, saying
with humor, "Keep that up and we'll have to skip lunch."
	Thad didn't smile at my humor, but slowly drew me to him again,
wrapped his arms around me. This time I was prepared! Our kiss was long,
deep, searching and incredibly sweet! Our tongues entwined and explored
each other's mouth--a sensuous, unseen dance. I enfolded him in my arms and
drew him closer.
	Again, I heard, "Umh," and realized that it was an involuntary
utterance signifying disbelief and yet acceptance.
	Thad's hands roamed over my bare back. Chills ran down my spine and
my body torqued under his electric touch.
	"Mmmm," I moaned spontaneously.
	I lifted the hem of his polo shirt and felt the warmth of his
velvety smooth, muscled back. As my hands coursed over his satiny
skin. Thad groaned and his hips flexed forward and I was instantly aware of
a growing presence in his crotch. I grasped his shirt and slowly drew it up
and over his chest. He released me long enough to draw his arms out of
their sleeve. But he did not free my lips. His polo shirt circled his neck
as my hands returned to his smooth back. The feel of his bare chest and
belly pressed against mine fueled both of our mounting passion.
	We broke our kiss. Thad quickly pulled his shirt over his head,
flung it aside, grasped my face and looked deep into my eyes, searchingly.
	Knowing what he had intimated two weeks before, I asked, "Do you
want to continue this?" I don't really why I asked that question. By now my
feelings for him was unmitigated lust. But, for some strange reason, his
feelings were important at that moment. I offered him a convenient retreat
from what seemed inevitable.
	His answer was a gentle kiss, and then a second one, more insistent
than the first.
	Taking his hand, I lead this desirable man to the bedroom. He
sought to enfold me again in his arms. Gently I pushed him back.
	"Thad, we have plenty of time," I stated, but then thought. "Maybe
not." and added, "Haven't we?"
	"'Til Monday morning, " he stated with a grin.
	"Do you want to do this? God knows I do."
	"Yes!"


	I looked at him intently--instantly cataloguing what I saw. Those
incredible hazel eyes under heavy, black, arched eyebrows searched
mine. They say that 'eyes are the mirror of the soul'--well, Thad's were
beautiful. The nostrils at the base of his straight nose flared as he half
panted. I noticed that Thad's lips had a slight ridge running around their
outline as if sculpted by a knowing master. They were pink, offering a
sensuous contrast to the dark-honey color of his skin. From his strong jaw
his neck stood firmly on his broad, muscled shoulders. Thad's torso was
smooth, hairless. Small, quarter-sized dark nipples punctuated his
formidable pecs and from there his laddered abs descended. He had a classic
"V'ed" torso. His arms were equal to the rest. Thad's upper body was
muscular, but without the obscene bulges that are seen in some quarters. He
was perfectly desirable to me.


	He reached out again and again, I stepped back. "I want to watch
you finish undressing," I declared with a wry smile.
	Thad returned the smile and kicked off his shoes. Then without
taking his eyes of of mine he reached down and unbuckled his belt. Deftly
he unhooked the waistband and lowered the zipper. Still he watched me as he
slipped his trousers over his hips and let them slide to his ankles. He
stood there briefly.
	Now, I'm not a scopophile, but I have always found that even though
my eyes are not an erogenous zone, they trigger luxurious sensations from
what they behold, from time to time! Watching another person slowly disrobe
in front of me has always been a turn on. Not much into 'strip shows,'
although I have found some interesting. Guess I am a visual person as well
as verbal.


	His muscular thighs protruded from the legs of his boxers. They too
were hairless and smooth over taut muscles. Only his lower legs had a
dusting of dark hair
	Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and without
taking his eyes off of mine he pushed them downwards.


	I saw a dark shadow where hair normally grew--he had shaved his
pubes--and a lengthening cock over pendulous balls. Amply hooded, his cock
arched outward and down in its half erect state. Where or mahogany with a
hint of blue. His balls were darker yet.


	As he stood there, naked, looking at me, I shook my head and
uttered, "My Gawd, you're beautiful!" I wanted to worship this man--his
body--in every way possible. He was turning me into an idolator!
	He smiled, stepped out of his encumbering clothes and came towards
me. Quickly I shed my shorts and stepped into his arms. The feel of his
nude body against me immediately transported me to realms of utter
delight. We kissed deeply and with unbridled passion. My hands rested on
his hips then slid up his torso to his bulging pecs. Thumbs and forefingers
sought, found and manipulated his hard nipples.
	Thad groaned and he dropped his hands to cup my buns. His warm
hands spread over on my firm ass cheeks, kneading them and pulling me
closer he caused a gasp to escape from my lips. We ground our crotches
against the others. I could feel his substantial cock stiffen and jerk
against my lower belly.
	Breaking the probing kiss, I slipped out of his grip, dropped to my
knees, grasped his ass and buried my face in his crotch. The feel of the
puckered ball-sack plus his hard cock was intoxicating. Thad looked down as
I took his cock and slipped my tongue into the luxurious hood that covered
his pinkish-purple head. I glanced up and our eyes locked. Slowly I pushed
his ample foreskin back over his swollen cock-head with my lips. My tongue
swirled around that delicious knob!
	"Ahhh," escaped from his mouth!
	Opening my mouth, sliding my lips down the length of his shaft,
'til my nose brushed against his shaved pubes, I inhaled his masculine,
primal aroma. My tongue flicked over his under-cock. Then I began a slow
sucking motion, in and out, looking up into his flushing face all the
time. It was doubly exciting watching his face shift and change with each
new sensation as my mouth moved over his hard cock. I can't say that I had
ever been a real fan of sucking in my limited experience. But, today, I was
enamored with this lush cock in my mouth. "I could easily become addicted,"
I thought. I was aware of every modulation on this engorged muscle in my
mouth.
	"David," came from his very core as he reached down, drew me back
up and kissed my moist mouth. Gently he laid me on the bed and covered me
with his warm trembling body. "Oh, David, . . David," he murmured in my
ear. Then he quickly slid down my length 'til he rested between my spread
legs and nuzzled my crotch. Grasping my throbbing shaft he slipped his hot,
pink lips over my cock-head--tongue flicking.
	"Ahhh!" escaped from my mouth.
	Hot lips glided all the way down my shaft, imprisoning my cock in
that lascivious, hot, moist sucking mouth with its flickering tongue. His
head began to move up and down the length--slowly at first and then more
insistently as his passion grew.
	Tremors began to course through my body as I was lost in that warm
miasma of delight. He was fantastic!
	Lifting him off my cock, I maneuvered 'til we could see the other's
cock in front of out flushed faces--soixante neuf. Without a second thought
we gulped the other's cock into our mouths. Heads bobbing, bodies
straining, hands searching, we luxuriated in giving and receiving! My
finger strayed to that tightly puckered opening and lightly circled the
outline. My initial touch caused a spasmodic constriction.
	"Mmmm, " escaped from deep in Thad's throat! He swallowed my cock
even further as I applied pressure on that button. Spreading my thighs
apart, he loosed my cock and I felt the incredibly delicious touch of his
tongue on my hole.
	"Ahhh," I vocalized with that big cock in my mouth. I could feel
his cock shiver at my vocalization.
	Taking his thumbs and spreading my ass cheeks, he plunged his
tongue into that sensitive tunnel! My whole body convulsed.
	Spreading a dollop of saliva over his hole, I slid my finger in
part way. Thad's body shuddered as mine did. I slipped it in further and
began a slow deep finger fucking of his hole. He moaned as I did.
	His plunging tongue coupled with his throbbing cock in my mouth as
well as my plunging finger caused me to twitch. That involuntary quaking
became focused on my probed, puckered hole. That muscled opening began to
spasm--relaxed and pliant it would suddenly lurch closed 'round his
searching tongue. This caused shudder after shudder to course through my
body. My motions, my reactions were uncontrollable as I was submerged in
sensual delight, verging on overload. I wanted more!
	Deeper and deeper I drove my finger into his hole. His cock
throbbed and jerked in my mouth.
	Together, as if rehearsed under the control of an unseen director,
we both sat up and both said, "Fuck me!" simultaneously.


	As stated, my same-sex experience has been somewhat . . . limited,
in now way was it vast in scope or in number of contacts. I had been fucked
twice before and I found the experience pleasant enough. Doubtless, that
was because of the fact that my partner(s) at the time was caring, gentle
and not given to blind, senseless penetration. I was lead to the threshold
of insertion carefully and gently. The actual act proceeded in stages 'til
I was able to accommodate the invading member with ease and delight. In
that, I guess, I was fortunate!
	So my reaction this day, was not out of the blue, as it were. It
was not some blind desire. I was not altogether heedless of the implication
of having Thad's considerable member slide into my ass. But, taking all
into account--including the implication--I desired his opulent member in my
ass! My ass demanded it!
	And, something deep inside me marvelled at the considerate behavior
of Thad. Maybe the Hippodrome thing was an aberration after all!


	Repeating, I said, "Fuck me," and added, "Thad."
	His eyes bore into my soul. "Have you been fucked before?"


	I don't know what prompted that question. Certainly, in the
'physically intimate' contacts and the more socially casual ones we
participated in to date, neither of us had referred to the history of our
sexual experience. Yet he asked the question as if prompted by some
fore-knowledge.


	"A couple of times," I admitted.
	Believing, I think, that such an action would be precipitous on my
account, he said, quietly, "I would rather you fuck me."
	"I know what I'm doing," and I gently pushed him back down on the
bed. His eyes reflected both unbridled passion and concern. Reaching over
and grasping his cock just below the head, I slowly retracted the velvety
foreskin, exposing the pinkish-purple, glistening head. At the same time, I
drew from the drawer of my bedside table a tube of KY. I squeezed out a
liberal portion and slathered that cool jell over his upstanding,
seven-and-a-half inch hard, mahogany cock.
	"Ahhh!" slipped from his lips.
	Another portion anointed my already relaxed ass and I slipped a
finger in to prepare that sensitive interior. Then, thinking it would be
advisable, I slipped two fingers in preparing myself for his thick
cock. Straddling his hips, I began taking a series of deep breaths as one
of my earlier partners had advised. This tended to relax me, sending
adequate amounts of oxygen to my muscles thereby mitigating, somewhat, any
pain or tensing that might ensue. I grasped his cock and rubbed that lubed
head back and forth over my hole exerting more and more pressure as I
did. Then taking a deep breath, I bore down purposefully and that
formidable head slipped passed that muscled gate and popped in".
	"Ahhh! we both uttered.
	There was some discomfort, I breathed and fought to relax. Luckily,
the height of passion to which Thad had brought me helped to accommodate
that considerable plum. Soon I was able to bear down again. More of that
cock slipped in--the discomfort was considerably diminished. I lifted up
slightly and lowered my hips over that penetrating cock, even
further. Still I concentrated--gazing into the distance of my
desire. Finally I sat all the way down. I was impaled. I was utterly
stuffed. Filled! Penetrated! Crammed with his cock!
	Thad's cock in my ass felt exceedingly desirable and so right.
	Now focusing my eyes on Thad's, I saw a mixture of passion, immense
pleasure and no small amount of relief. The same emotions must have been on
my face too, 'cause as I focused clearly, his beautiful mouth broke into a
wide, brilliant smile. He sat up, clasped by face and kissed me.
	Thus connected I began a slow rising and descending on that
powerful shaft as our tongues danced together. Then Thad groaned and fell
back onto the pillow. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my
hot love-tunnel was almost more he could bear, certainly more than I can
adequately describe in words.
	I continued my deliberate movement. Obviously, Thad found it
entirely enjoyable. He closed his eyes and his head lolled back and forth
on the pillow. I grasped my splayed knees for support and began to quicken
my bouncing on his cock. I varied my speed. Several times I lifted up 'til
all but his cock-head was exposed and then I'd lunge back down, quickly
burying his entire tool deep in my ass.
	"Oh! Gawd!" he groaned.
	I did it again. The same reaction. Finally, I went wild! I bounced
up and down like a machine gone wild! I fucked his cock uncontrollably. My
balls slapped against his lower belly an my own dick danced
wantonly--waving in the air above his navel!
	"Ahhh!" escaped again and again from his lips. I couldn't help but
be aware of his head whipping back and forth in uncontrolled, wanton
excitement.
	Several times Thad reached for my cock. I wanted him to be centered
completely on his cock! I pushed them away. Ultimately, I pinned his hands
on either side of his shoulders. My pistoning hips had their way on his
upstanding, steel-hard pole.
	Suddenly, I felt a perceptible enlarging of his cock! This was soon
followed by Thad digging his heels into the mattress as he forced his hips
upwards. His movement lifted his hips and me clear of the mattress. With
his cock completely buried deep in me he exploded! Again and again he drove
upwards. I was nearly unseated from this cosmic driven, fucking bronco.
	"ARGHHH! AHHHHH! Ahhhhh, Ahh," he yelled in diminishing volume. I
could feel his cock spasming within me as he flooded my insides with his
viscous load.
	Then finally he murmured, "Oh! My gawd!" And, he sank back onto the
mattress, completely spent!
	I kept my position, reveling in the feeling of him inside me. As
his cock began to subside, mine did too.
	Thad opened his eyes--they were still passion glazed. I bent over,
careful not to dislodge his shrinking dick and kissed him gently on the
mouth! He slowly enfolded me in his arms and held me.
	"Oh, David . . . that was wonderful," me murmured in my ear.
	"Mmmmm," was all I answered.
	Then, as if more aware, "You didn't cum!"
	"No, but you sure did!" is said with a quiet chuckle.
	He drew me close and whispered, "Let me take care of you!"
	"I'm perfectly fine just like this."
	We cuddled even closer together and drifted into the sleep of
contentment.


	I have long realized that the joy in making love or having sex, as
the case may be, is in making love and/or having sex. Orgasms can be
phenomenally exciting and fulfilling, on the one hand, and merely a
temporary release, on the other. This afternoon with Thad I was
phenomenally excited and fulfilled! An orgasm would have been wonderful,
but not a requirement at this time.
	Too many people place too much emphasis on orgasm and not enough on
the act of making love. Is the 'end' of making love orgasm?


	About forty-five minutes later I awoke to Thad's stirring beneath
me. I must have become too heavy for him. I raised up as he opened his
eyes. We smiled at each other and I carefully raised my body as his cock
slipped out of my ass.
	"Mmmm," he uttered, "I think I've died and gone to heaven!" He
smiled.
	"Well, you may be in heaven, " I quipped, "But, I'm hungry as
hell!"
	Thad let loose a rolling, baritone laugh, raised up, kissed me and
said, "OK, I promised you lunch . . . guess it's time I paid up!"
	We got out of the bed, padded to the bathroom and showered together
quietly and intimately, but without passion. Our hands soaped and bathed
the other with out the arousing, impassioned ardor that had developed in
the bed. It was a low-key, familiarizing time in that shower.
	Then we went to lunch.