Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2000 01:31:39 GMT
From: Speedo Lover <speedo_lover@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Visit, Part II"

OK, guys, here's the second installment.  Reminder: the people are real, the
story is fiction.  Also, these two guys engage in unsafe sex... not a good
idea in the real world.  Let me know if you want me to continue the saga.


The Visit - Part II

	After getting out of the pool, we quickly headed up to your apartment.  I
liked walking behind you because the red Speedos hugged your ass nicely.
What a view!  When we were safely in the stairwell, I reached out and
pinched your ass playfully.

	You turned around and slapped my hand hard.  "Not while we're in
public....," you said, and after a brief hesitation, you added, "At least,
not while it's broad daylight!"

	We made it to your door and after opening it, you played the polite host
and allowed me to enter in front of you.  I looked around and was about to
say that your place was nice, but my mouth was soon held captive by your
lips and tongue.  This was one of the hottest kisses I've ever had... even
better than the one in the pool.  You pushed me back against the door so
that I was now pressed up against it.  You were like one of those creatures
that you study on the weekends... an animal in heat with only one goal on
your mind: sexual conquest and satiation.

	I broke our kiss because I needed to breathe.  You had taken my breath away
both because of the kiss itself and because I had no warning that it was
coming.  You stepped back one pace and just looked at me.  I wasn't sure if
I saw lust burning in your eyes or if you were really pissed off.

	"What?" I said in a high-pitched tone that conveyed mock anger.

	Not saying a word, you responded to my question by attacking my right
nipple with your tongue.  I generally am not a big fan of this kind of
stimulation, mainly because too little pressure doesn't do anything for me
and too much pressure makes me squirm in pain.  I think that you sensed
this, and you took your time to slowly increase the pressure of your
nibbling.  You sensuously ran your tongue all over my tit and grasped the
nipple between your front teeth.  Unfortunately, you quickly reached my pain
threshold and I pushed you away.

	"I don't really like a lot of nipple play," I said.

	"Well, that makes one of us," you responded with a gleam in your eye.

	Taking the obvious cue, I attacked your left nipple with an all-out
assault.  First, I brushed my upper lip against it, knowing that the stubble
left from this morning's shave would be a bit rough on such a sensitive body
part.  But, you seemed to like it; that is, if I could use your quiet moan
as an indication.

	Next, I clamped my lips down on your nipple and applied suction.  It was as
if you were breast-feeding me, and I was the little bastard infant that
sucked too hard.  But again, you seemed to like it, even when I took the
suction level up to my maximum.

	I knew that I had to change strategies here to keep things interesting.
Since you tolerated my intense attacks well, I decided to try the subtle
approach.  I pulled my mouth off of your nipple and you whimpered, thinking
that I had finished with this part of your body.  Promising not to
disappoint you, I asked you to close your eyes for just a minute.  You
hesitated and I think I saw a brief moment of fear in your face.

	"Don't worry, Don.  I'm not into that S&M stuff.  So, I'm not going to hurt
you.  I just want to heighten your tactile senses by cutting off your
vision.  That way, you won't know what I'm going to do," I said.

	You obliged and shut your eyes.  I waited a moment or two, knowing that it
was probably driving you crazy that you didn't know what I was going to do.
I eyed your red and slightly swollen nipple, and I placed my mouth with an
inch of it.  Then, I gently stuck my tongue out and barely made contact
between the tip of my tongue and your nipple.  I slowly moved the tip of my
tongue in small circles, never leaving the nipple.  Because tongues are
slightly rough (in a wet, slippery kind of way), this movement provided some
excellent stimulation that was in sharp contrast to the assault that I had
done a few minutes ago.  Getting your nipple nice and wet, I removed my
tongue and hesitated for about 15 seconds.  Then, I pursed my lips together
and blew a steady but gentle stream of air in the direction of your tit.

	You moaned loudly due to the cooling effect.  After about 10 seconds of
blowing, you opened your eyes and pulled my face up to yours.  Once again,
you thrust your tongue into my mouth as if we were Siamese twins connected
at the mouth.

	This time, you broke the kiss, and I could tell from your expression that
the wheels in your mind were turning.  You were most likely trying to figure
out a way to stimulate me in the sexy, sensual way that I had just done for
you.  But, I put a stop to your plans.

	"No offense, but we both need a shower.  You taste like chlorine and I'm
sure that I do too," I said.

	You looked at me with puppy dog eyes and said in a disappointing tone, "If
you insist."  Looking down at our Speedos, you said, "But I think we're
going to have to take off our suits or they're going to rip at the seams...
too much pressure from engorged cocks."

	I laughed at your funny comment.  That was the first time that anyone ever
said my cock was "engorged."  I replied, "If you say so, but you have to
undo the strings with your teeth."

	You relished the idea and started to direct your hands to finding the
strings in the waistband of my Speedos.  "Un uh.  You can only use your
teeth," I said as I pulled your hands away from my body.

	You promptly sank to your knees and thrust your nose into the waistband to
create enough space for your teeth to find the strings.  It tickled a lot,
and since my lower stomach is one of the most ticklish parts of my body, I
started to giggle and squirm.  You realized that you had found a weakness
and you exploited it for all it was worth.  You quickly wrapped your arms
around my back so that I couldn't move, and you continued your quest to find
my hidden strings.

	Locating them, you pulled the end up from out of my waistband, and as it
untied itself, you shouted "Victory."  Without any further ceremonies, you
promptly pulled my Speedos down to my ankles and my "engorged" cock popped
out in all of its glory.

	You were mesmerized at the sight of my cock.  It stuck out straight from my
body but curved slightly downward at the end.  Unlike many other men's
cocks, my dick does not flop up against my stomach when it is extremely
hard.  I think this fascinated you and you just stared at my cock as it
twitched from the blood pulsing through my veins.

	"All right.  There will be plenty of time to worship my cock later," I said
in an extremely sarcastic voice.  "You can take close-up pictures of it
later so that the sculptures and paintings can be made for the shrine."

	You laughed.  I had told you about my sarcastic nature and almost acidic
wit, but I don't think you fully understood until that scathing comment.
You simply said nothing and took my hand.  You gently pulled me in the
direction of the bathroom.

	We got into the shower and you turned on the warm water.  It cascaded down
your body since you were standing directly under the shower head.  I
secretly wished that I could be some of those water drops... in direct
contact with your skin, even for just a fleeting moment.   You opened your
eyes and pulled me into the water spray.

	"Let's get clean, smelly," you said.

	"Thanks a lot, ass hole," I replied in mock annoyance.

	We of course added soap in the mix and I think we were on the same
wavelength because you allowed me to start soaping up your body without ever
saying a word between us.  I ran the soap all over your hairy chest and
gently washed the nipple that I had so forcefully and so gently attacked
moments earlier.  Spreading the soap all around, I moved down to your thighs
and made large circular motions with my hands.  I don't think that you were
aware that a man's thighs are a sensitive area.

	Next, I soaped up your pubic hair and started to caress your cock and balls
with the soapy mixture.  You closed your eyes and sighed audibly.  I
carefully washed all of your beautiful cock, paying extra special attention
to the sensitive spot on the underside of your cockhead.  You gasped at the
slippery pleasure, and fearing that you were once again about to plummet
over the edge of orgasm, I gently pushed you under the water spray so that
you could rinse off.

	I turned my back to you for a minute so that I could get the shampoo
bottle.  I wanted to wash your hair and give your scalp a sensual massage.
You had other plans.  Reaching for the soap, you began to work up a lather
on my back.  It felt so good to have your hands roaming all over my back.  I
visibly relaxed and let go of the tension that had built up from the
anticipation of our first meeting.  I was slowly becoming like a big lump of
clay in your expert hands.

	You started to move further south on my back and quickly began to soap up
my ass cheeks.  You kneaded and massaged them and slid your index finger
slowly from my tail bone down into my ass crack.  I moaned out loud as you
began to run your finger over the sphincter muscles of my anus.  After a few
minutes of this intimate stimulation, you gently pressed your index finger
past the muscular barrier and entered my colon.  I barely noticed the
invasion since I was so relaxed.

	Since you index finger couldn't quite reach my prostate, you replaced it
with your middle finger.  It took you a little while, but your invading
finger finally found the nub of my prostate gland.  You slowly massaged it,
and I felt as if tiny currents of electricity were passing through my body.
My cock couldn't get any harder and it started to leak copious amounts of
pre-cum even though there was no direct stimulation.

	You backed off a bit on your massage because you sensed that I was going to
decorate the tile in your shower with my load.  You removed your finger and
I suddenly felt unpleasantly empty.  I was about to turn around but you
stopped me.

	"Close your eyes," you whispered in my ear.  I obeyed and you stepped back.
  I couldn't tell what you were doing but it involved soap.  Honestly, I
didn't have a care in the world or any fear.  I knew whatever you had in
mind would likely be extremely enjoyable.  For one of the few times in my
life, I did not let my mind anticipate what was going to happen next.  I
promised myself before I got on the plane to come to visit you that I was
not going to anticipate or overanalyze anything during this four-day
weekend, including what you and I were going to do sexually.  I made a
conscious effort to just live in the moment and not think about even one
minute into the future.

	In this state of mind, I was obviously surprised when I felt your hard cock
running up and down the crack of my ass.  I almost screamed in delight that
you had remembered that one of my unfulfilled fantasies was to have sex in
the shower.  It was an unfulfilled fantasy because it involved unprotected
sex, something that I had not let anyone in Ohio try because I did not fully
trust them.

	Somehow, I implicitly trusted that you had not lied to me about your recent
HIV test and your sexual history.  I knew that I was not at risk either, so
I simply bent over and said, "Stick your dick up my ass RIGHT NOW, you big
stud!"

	In your best robotic voice, you replied, "I will comply, sir."

	I laughed but my breath was quickly taken away when you entered me quickly.
  I had not been fucked for a while and even though your dick was not the
largest one that had ever been inserted into my ass, it was a bit painful
when your first entered.  You sensed this and immediately halted your
forward progress.  I caught my breath and relaxed, opening up my muscles
wider so that you could enter more easily.  Soon enough, your balls had
reached my ass and you were fully inside me.

	I don't know why, but it seemed as if your cock was the perfect fit.  It
wasn't too large or too small.  It felt just right.  No, on second thought,
it felt incredible... infinitely better than the 4 or 5 other dicks that had
been up my chute.  You started to thrust in and out of my ass and it felt so
good with the water from the shower flowing off of you and onto my back.  I
was in heaven.

	But all good things must come to an end (no pun intended), and I knew that
our first stab at anal sex was not going to last long.  Anticipation and
pent-up desire caused us to fuck like animals and after only a few minutes,
I felt your dick get bigger inside of me, the tell-tale sign that you were
about to explode.  To help you along, I clamped my ass muscles down on your
cock and that was enough to push you off the edge.  I felt the first volley
of cum fill my bowels, and it was rapidly followed by at least 4 or 5 more
volleys.  It seemed that you had saved an extra large load for me, and my
ass was all too willing to accept your gift.

	I didn't realize it but you were screaming my name as you were in the
throes of orgasm, and that did it for me.  Without even touching myself, I
squirted out 5 big globs of cum onto the shower wall.  You slumped against
me as you came back down the stairway to heaven.  I had to hold onto the
sides of the tub to support us both because I, too, was weak in the knees.
I couldn't have dreamed of a better first sex session!!!

TO BE CONTINUED...