From: AJAY <mindmeld@geocities.com>
Subject: Wanton Desire I (MM)
Date: Mon, 30 Dec 1996 15:23:01 +1100
Organization: Kryptonian Mind Institute

Camps have an attraction all their own - especially when they come with
an attraction in the form of a stud like Pete. A couple of months ago, I
was invited to a training camp to do some seminars. The place had
two-man huts that were decked out like mini apartments. I was given a
room with this guy whose name was Pete (I seem to be surrounded by
Peters in my life!) He was 22, toned, black hair and blue eyes that
melted you on the spot. We got on like a house on fire. The first week
was hectic and we didnt have any spare time in the week, but the second
week the pressure eased and we had to last few nights of the camp to
ourselves. The TV and vid was situated so that you could only see it
from the queensize bed in the corner. Obviously whoever designed the
leaders huts liked watching Tv in bed. I think it musta been a one-man
place originally and they put in the other bed in the other room later.
We decided to check out some vids Pete had so we ended up on my bed to
watch em.

We were both in our boxers and tshirts. He was feeling the cold so he
pulled a blanket around us and he fell asleep at some stage. Anyway I
watched the vid until it finsihed and then turned it off. Suddenly it
struck me that I was in bed with a dude whose warm bod felt real good
next to mine. Lust got the better of me. I pulled the blanket back and
looked at him in repose. My hand played over his bod beneath his Tshirt
to see if I would get any reaction. I knew he was a heavy sleeper. But
he didn't stir. The light from the TV shone, casting an eerie glow over
his gorgeous bod. I moved my hand slowly down across Peter's body. I
moved close to him, taking in every detail of his bod and face. I
touched his lips and they parted slightly. I wanted to deep throat him
but didn't in case he bit my tongue off as a reflex in his sleep.

The shadows caught Pete's bulging package and made it's contents so
noticeable that you didn't have to use much imagination to know what lay
beneath. Pete's breath was shallow, and there was a slight moan that
singled that he was asleep.  It was just too much for me to take.  So
with a slow, nervous, movement I reached for the cotton covered crotch. 
Leveling my hand over Pete's package I applied the slightest pressure. 
There was a small
response as the cock pushed back.  It took little encouragement and
Pete's dick swelled to full mass beneath
his underwear. There were several times where I halted my movements
because of Peter quickening his breathing or a slight shutter through
Pete's body caused me to think I might have awakened the dude.  Each
time, however, my fears proved wrong and I returned to that phallus of
beauty which was straining for release for its cotton prison. I wanted
so much to pull down those briefs and suck him off, but I didn't. At
least not on that first night. The self control I have sometimes
astounds even me.  I woke up in the morning in Pete's bed. How did I get
here? Then I remembered. Despite having a hot stud in my bed, I gave up
the temptation to touch the forbidden fruit and sought refuge in Pete's
bunk while he kipped in mine. I should have been a martyr.

 But the spell had been struck. Whenever I looked him in those blue eyes
of his, all I could think about was his bulging groin inviting me to
touch it. Then my mind wandered to caressing that silky black hair and
running my hand down that toned bod of his. Every thought I had of him,
turned to sex. To him, though, nothing was wrong. He apologised for
falling asleep and said we had to do it again tonight to make up for it.
Do it again! I couldnt go through such torture again! But I so wanted to
as well... He wouldn't let me back out of it So what was I to do?

That night was a replay of our previous encounter. When we were alone we
stripped off to our bvds - I was in my boxers and tshirt while Peter,
this time, was in a pair of boxer briefs. Dont ask me why we didn't just
lie on the bed in our clothes, it didn't occur to me until now. But we
were comfortable with each other. Again we watched the videos he had
brought and again he fell asleep sometime during the second video.
Afterall it was late when we started to watch them since we had to make
sure the rest of the camp was bedded first before we got time to
ourselves. I got up, went to the loo, and turned off the video. There he
was once more in quiet repose.

My senses seemed to be heightened by my desire for him.  My eyes
lovingly roamed over that gorgeous body, without fear of being caught
doing so. Silky black hair clung in sweaty strands around his forehead
as he lay stretched out on the bed. The beauty of him grabbed at my nuts
like a fist and I wanted so much to hold that masculine body in my arms.
His groin was a magnet to my hand. I moved over on the bed and lay down
onto my side facing him, and breathing heavily across that cotton bulge
that seemed to grow with each passing breath. My dick was already hard
just looking at Pete. Daringly I took off my boxers and freed my dick
from its confines. Once more I reached out and palyed lightly over his
soft skin and hair just above his waist line. With each gentle caress,
my desire for him increased ten-fold, wanting to touch him more with my
whole body and not just my hand.
  
His imprisoned dick had grown semi-hard under my gentle ministrations as
I lovingly caressed his soft smooth stomach, rising and falling with
each deep breath. As my lust increased, I placed a finger beneath the
cotton of his boxer briefs until I could feel flesh upon flesh. As my
fingers fished around under that tantalizing cotton mould, the object of
my wanton desire grew to full hardness. This was more than I had ever
hoped for. I couldn't stand it any more. I had to see it. I had to feel
it fully in my hand. Carefully my fingers gripped the cotton on either
side of Pete's slender hips, and slowly, slowly, drew them down. An inch
at a time, and then stopping to make sure my lovegod did not stir. Inch
by inch they travelled down those hips, while I carefully watched Pete's
face for any sign of life. Suddenly he moved slightly,  I let my fingers
lie still for as long as I could. I could not get out of this alive. But
he did not stir any further and I resumed my lustfull task. The cotton
moved freely over that luscious skin until I had that dick free and
flowing in the air. I wanted to pull those briefs all the way off but I
dared not. Instead I was content to wrap the waistband beneath the orbs
of my lovegod's desire.

It wasn't a huge piece of meat, but it was mouth watering. I carved to
devour it whole, but fear held me back by a mere thread of discovery. I
place my hand around it. Feeling its warmth. Gently squeezing it with
the slightest pressure as the dick pulsed in response. I couldn't
believe that I had Pete's dick in my hand. The number of times I had
dreamt of doing this was beyond counting. Now here I was with this
throbbing member begging to be touched, felt, licked, and devoured. With
deliberate slowness I began to stroke this lovepole. Slowly working down
to the base where the bottom of my hand came into contact with Pete's
ballsac and pubes then back up and over the uncut head and back again.
The slowness got quicker as I began to pull his cock in rhythm with my
own. It was a joy beyond belief; but a one-sided joy since Pete was
still lost in blissfull slumber of appreciate the sensations.

After stroking his dick for awhile, the light from outside sparkled on a
pearl of precum that formed at the head of Peter's throbbing member. It
would not be long before he shot his wad. One juicy pearl became many as
the nectar leaked over my hand on the next upward stroke. I needed to
taste that which was a part of this stud's essence. I drew the hand to
my mouth and carefully lapped it up. Like biting the apple, I knew that
I had to have more. I scooted down the bed so that I could rest my head
on his abs while looking into the eye of the snake. His tip was only
inches away from my mouth and when a large drop of precum appeared, my
tongue snaked out of its own accord and licked it. That was it!  I then
took his cock's head into my mouth and my tongue twirled and licked it,
savouring its texture, taste, and essence. I knew that he would shoot if
I kept this up, and the last thing I wanted Peter to wake up to was to
have me with my lips wrapped around his dick. It was a supreme effort,
but I managed to take that prick out of my mouth despite wanting to
devour it all night. Instead I turned to my own throbbing member and got
off while this dream god lay beside me with our bodies in contact, flesh
upon flesh. It was an orgasm to rock the world and I was content, for
now. A gentle kiss on his cheek and I turned and went into a blissfull
slumber with dreams of Peter and me.

It was those dreams that woke me again,dreams of Peter playing with my
dick while I rested beside him. As consciousness drew me from my dreams
I noticed that throbbing that could not be contained within my pants. I
should have stopped right there but I couldnt keep my hands off him. The
magnetic attraction held me. I turned over onto my side so I could play
with Peter's throbbing member while admiring the slender form laying
beside me. It felt too right for this to be wrong. I leaned over and
brushed my lips lightly against his shoulders, and continued down an arm
and over onto his chest while lovingly stroking his member. I was so
absorbed in what I was doing, I failed to notice that Pete's breathing
was no longer as steady as before.
"You're playing with me!" those words struck me like a thunderbolt from
heaven that sent me to hell.
"Ahh.. umm.. wrong one.. sorry.." Cant you believe I said that?? Guilt
sent me running like a dog with his tail between his legs. Lust wanted
me to get him off, especially now that he was awake, but guilt sent me
to the other side of the bed wrapped in a blanket of worry and concern
over what he might think and what he might say. My world had suddenly
crumpled before my eyes. I lay there for some time listening to Peter's
breathing and wondering what was going through his mind. At some stage I
fell asleep, I dont know when. But the next thing I knew it was morning
and Pete was still sleeping in the bed beside me. Was this a dream or
was this for real?