Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss
From: cornwall@trueno.atmos.colostate.edu (Chris Cornwall)
Subject: DJ story (m/m) new/improved!
Originator: cornwall@trueno
Message-ID: <1994Mar24.212813.89010@yuma>
Date: 24 Mar 94 21:28:13 GMT
Nntp-Posting-Host: trueno.atmos.colostate.edu
Organization: Atmos. Science, Colorado State Univ.

Okay, here's my story again, complete with more male-to-male sex than
the previous version.  Thanks to all who wrote with words of encouragement.
I hope you enjoy my Northern Exposure fantasy.



     "Hey, how 'bout another brewski?" Chris slurred.
     Craig looked at his bottle, swirled the remaining inch of beer 
around twice, and said "Sure."  Then he gulped down the remaining beer.
     Chris stood up and stumbled across his small trailer to the 
refrigerator.  He pulled out two more Mooseheads, flicking the tops away 
with his bottle opener.  The caps bounced across the counter and fell 
behind the stove.
     Taking in a deep breath, Chris stretched his long arms out to his 
sides.  "Ahhhhh," he exhaled.  "This is great!  There's nothing like 
sittin' around, poundin' back the fermented beverages and talkin' 
philosophy."
     Craig just smiled and accepted the green bottle from his new friend.  
"Yeah.  And even if the philosophy is all crap, you can't tell 'cause 
you're wasted."  
     Chris smiled and collapsed into his threadbare recliner.  "Here's to 
Socrates and Plato!" he grinned.  His eyes danced mischievously.  He took 
three large gulps from the bottle. 
     Taking a swig from his own Moosehead, Craig frowned inwardly.  
Moments like this one made him wonder about the dj.  In some cities, 
Chris' comments and glances would be labelled flirting.  But Craig had 
his doubts, as he studied Chris' partially reclined figure.  His eyes 
took in the dj's unkempt dark hair, the green eyes, those high 
cheekbones, the stubble of young beard along his jaw.  Traveling 
downward, Craig glanced at Chris' lanky frame, dressed in old, 
comfortable clothes.  Craig's eyes hesitated at Chris' crotch, but the 
baggy jeans gave nothing away.  Further down, he noticed the man's long, 
lean legs, and his large feet, snuggled in thick wool socks.  Chris' army 
boots had been left by the door. 
     Moving back up his companions body, Craig's eyes once again burned 
into Chris' crotch.  When he looked up, he knew Chris had caught him 
looking.  The dj had a bemused look on his face.  He held Craig's gaze, 
as if daring the visitor to turn away in shame.  Craig just smiled and 
kept his eyes locked to Chris'.
     After a few moments, Chris looked down at his beer and chuckled 
softly.  "So _that's_ it, huh?" 
     Craig just watched him for some sign of annoyance or hostility.  
What he saw was closer to confused amusement.
     Chris continued, "I wouldn't'a guessed about you, man.  I mean, 
you're such a ... I don't know.  Such a regular guy."  Craig laughed.  
"You know what I mean," Chris said, not entirely sure he himself knew.  
     "It's okay," Craig grinned and looked down.  "I'm used to it."  He 
paused.  "Does it bother you?"
     Chris shrugged, still watching his beer.  "No, I ... uh.  No.  Why 
should it?"
     "Don't ask me.  I've never had a problem with it."
     Chris smiled.  Then he frowned a little.  "What's it like?  Being 
gay, I mean."
     Craig laughed.  "What's it like being straight?  We're not that 
different.  It's not like we're from another planet or something."
     "Yeah, I know."  Chris almost looked ashamed.  Then he laughed.  
"It's funny.  I'm supposed to be the big liberal, pseudo-intellectual 
town character.  Nothing's supposed to faze me.  I just float along on 
this river of life, bouncing in the currents.  But this one really 
surprised me."  He lifted his bottle toward his mouth, then shook his 
head incredulously.  Then he drank. 
     "Hey, you're human.  It's not like you freaked out or anything," 
Craig tried to reassure him.  "I'm not offended."
     Chris forced a smile.
     Craig took a deep breath and pressed on.  "And I hope _you_ are not 
offended that, right now, right here, I am incredibly attracted to you." 
     Chris' eyebrows twitched in surprise.  He looked over at Craig, for 
any sign that he was joking.  "Hey, man, that's cool.  But ...."
     Craig waited patiently.
     "... I'm not ... I mean ... I'm flattered.  But I'm into chicks, you 
know?  I mean, I really like you, man.  And I do feel a connection 
between us ...."  Chris paused, as if remembering something he hadn't 
thought of in a long time.  Craig waited.
     Collecting his thoughts, Chris continued:  "You know, back in the 
joint, we used to ... there was some of that going on.  But that was 
different.  We had an excuse."  He caught himself, and added, "Not that 
_you_ need an excuse."
     "You're right," Craig nodded.  "That was different."
     "But then ....  A little while back, I went on this retreat to a 
monastery near by.  I had a ... well, not really an experience.  I had 
this sort of ... desire ... for one of the brothers there.  Okay, okay, 
it turned out he was really a she, but I've always wondered ....  I mean, 
could I tell?  Or was I attracted to ...."  He trailed off. 
     Craig stood up, took a gulp of beer, and set down his bottle.  Then 
he walked over to Chris' recliner.  The dj looked up at him with a trace 
of fear.  Craig reached out his right hand, and Chris, after a moment's 
hesitation, clasped it in his own.  Craig spoke:  "I'm not talking about 
prison, or a monastery, or adolescent experimentation.  I'm talking about 
here, now, us.  I know what lust is, and this ain't it.  I, too, feel the 
'connection' between us."  Craig leaned over, bringing his face closer to 
Chris'.  "If you can tell me that being here together right now does 
nothing for you--that you're not turned on--then I'll drop it and go." 
     He could tell Chris' breathing was coming harder now.  He could feel 
Chris' palm sweating in his own.  Chris averted his eyes, confused.
     They remained frozen, like a park bench statue, Craig leaning over 
Chris' partially reclining form.  Chris stared at their clasped hands.  
Craig watched Chris for a sign. 
     When none came, Craig began to pull back slowly and loosen his grip.  
But at that moment, Chris tightened his own grip, pulling Craig's face to 
his.  Their lips brushed lightly.  Then a little harder.  Then they were 
kissing.  
     Craig gently pushed the recliner back and rested his body on Chris' 
lithe frame.  As their kiss grew deeper, Craig could feel the hardness of 
Chris' cock beneath his loose jeans, pressing against his own confined 
erection.  The two men ground their hips together, pressing hard cock to 
hard cock through their jeans.  
     Chris moaned, and scooted over so they were lying side-by-side in 
the big chair.  With the innocent curiosity of youth, he groped Craig's 
crotch, feeling the denim stretched tightly around the expanding tube.  
     Craig gasped, surprised and pleased with Chris' forwardness.  He 
pried his tongue into Chris' mouth, and the dj sucked on it like a baby 
with a pacifier.  Taking his cue from Chris' actions, Craig grasped his 
friend's crotch and squeezed, eliciting a moan of approval from Chris.  
They kneaded each other's crotches as the kiss grew in intensity. 
     Chris turned his head away, but pulled Craig closer.  "Whoa," he 
breathed.  "This is intense, man."
     "Do you want to stop?" Craig whispered.
     Chris hesitated.  Craig could tell he was torn between his straight 
macho identity, and his desire.  He could feel the dj slowly retreating.  
In an attempt to bring him back to the present, Craig squeezed Chris' 
shaft through the loose jeans.  The lanky man shuddered, and pulled 
Craig's head down to meet his.  They kissed again.  The decision had been 
made.  
     As they kissed, Craig untucked Chris' shirt.  Where he expected to 
find bare flesh, there was the cotton of Chris' long-johns.  Craig 
changed his attack, unbuttoning the old flannel shirt and awkwardly 
sliding it over Chris' shoulders.  Meanwhile, his buddy's hands had slid 
down the back of his jeans, and were cupping his ass.  Craig moaned 
through the kiss, and flexed his cheeks in approval, forcing their 
throbbing crotches together.
     Craig began undoing the long column of buttons leading down Chris' 
chest.  After the first several, he could reach inside and feel the DJ's 
pecs.  They were firm, and the nipples stood erect against Craigs dancing 
fingers.  Craig pinched the nipples, eliciting a grunt of approval from 
the neophyte.
     As he continued unbuttoning Chris' long johns, Craig slipped his 
mouth down along Chris' jawline.  Then he plunged along his long neck, 
licking, sucking and nibbling.  The buttons were open to Chris' navel 
now, so Craig was able to lick down to one of the sensitive nipples.  He 
teased it with his tongue before sucking and biting it.  Chris responded 
by pulling the man's head tight to his chest.
     Moving over to suck the other nipple, Craig unfastened the man's 
belt, and unbuttoned his jeans.  He bit Chris' nipple at the same moment 
that he unzipped his fly, hoping the pleasure would distract Chris from 
any last minute doubts.  He needn't have worried.  Chris was seriously 
groovin' on it.
     With the jeans undone, the seduction continued.  Craig moved his 
mouth back to Chris', where their tongues tussled like puppies on a lawn.  
Craig continued unbuttoning the long johns, wondering briefly whose idea 
it had been to put so damned many buttons on them.  As his hands 
approached Chris' tentpole, Craig decided it was time for another 
distraction.  He kissed around Chris' jaw, and sucked his right earlobe 
for a moment before plunging his tongue into Chris' ear.  At the same 
instant, he slid his hand into the long johns and grasped Chris' hot rod.
     The DJ inhaled sharply, then let out a long, passionate moan of 
pleasure.  Craig could feel the man's shaft pulse in his hand; he revelled in 
the feeling of power over this beautiful animal.  Craig was in complete 
control, and they both knew it.  Chris had raised the white flag of 
unconditional surrender.  There was no going back. 
     Craig squeezed Chris' hard cock as they kissed again.  He could feel the 
wetness of precum soaking Chris' engorged cock head.  Raising his torso, Craig 
looked down into the lanky man's eyes.  Chris' face was full of wonder and 
desire as he looked up admiringly at Craig.  
     Releasing his grip on the man's member, Craig straddled Chris' hips and 
ran his hands lovingly up the man's slim torso.  Pausing to tickle the nipples 
into erection, his hands swept under the cloth covering the broad shoulders.  
Chris raised his torso, allowing Craig to slide the long johns all the way off 
his upper body.  Once his hands were free, Chris reached up to feel Craig's 
chest through his clothes.  "You, too," he ordered.  Craig obeyed, removing 
his shirt and t-shirt.
     They pulled together again, pressing bare chest to bare chest.  Craig 
could feel Chris' hard nipples poking into his skin.  The passion in their 
kisses kept increasing.  Their lips pressed tighter.  Their teeth nipped 
harder.  Their tongues poked deeper.  It was as if they were trying to devour 
each other from the inside out.
     Chris' hands moved frantically over the other man's body, feeling, 
rubbing, pressing, groping, squeezing.  The kiss continued.  The DJ's hands 
forced their way between the two bodies, and deftly unfastened Craig's 501s.  
Craig was a little surprised by Chris' initiative, but moaned approval into 
his buddy's mouth.  Chris slid his hands down the sides of Craig's waist, 
pushing the jeans and jockey shorts down.  Craig's throbbing prick sprang 
forth, searching for its counterpart in Chris' jeans.  With a shift of the 
hips, the two organs met in a sloppy wet kiss.
     Breaking from the kiss, Craig wrapped his hand around both drooling hard-
ons and looked lustily at his companion.  Chris gazed back through eyes droopy 
with desire, and managed a little smile.  
     With his eyes still locked on Chris', Craig slid down the other man's 
lithe body until his breath connected with Chris' scrotum.  Tentatively, Craig 
licked the man's balls.  Chris sighed in approval.  
     The smell of Chris' sweaty ballsack was a powerful aphrodisiac.  Craig 
attacked the man's testicles, lavishing them with erotic attention and saliva.  
Chris writhed in pleasure, trying to escape the pleasure one moment, and 
trying to enhance it the next.
     Licking from the balls up the shaft, Craig gently teased Chris' glans.  
Chris responded by grasping Craig's head and pulling it tightly to his groin.  
Craig smiled as best he could with a face full of hard cock.  He licked the 
shaft some more before engulfing the engorged head in his warm mouth.  
     "Oh, yeaaaaaah, man!  Suck me.  Suck my dick!"  Chris' words aroused 
Craig even further.  He sucked more of the shaft into his mouth.  
     Suddenly, Chris roughly pushed the man's head off his shaft.  "Oh, man, 
you better stop.  I'm close."  He gripped his own cock, just behind the head, 
and squeezed.  His orgasm was postponed.
     They kissed again.  Slower.  The wave of passion had subsided.  But they 
knew another would crash ashore soon.
     Chris rolled out from under Craig, pushing the man onto his back.  
Reaching down, he grabbed Craig's tool and squeezed it once.  He twisted 
around, trying to bring his mouth to the other man's cock.  But the recliner 
was too cramped. 
     Chris pushed back a lock of his brown hair from his eyes, and grinned at 
Craig.  "Wanna go to bed with me?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
     Craig smiled, and pretended to consider the offer.  "Welllll," he began.  
Then he laughed.  "But will you respect me in the morning?"
     "Probably not."
     "Then, okay!"
     Chris stood and extended his hand.  Craig took it and allowed himself to 
be pulled up and into the DJ's embrace.  Their jeans fell to their knees as 
they kissed.  Craig managed to strip off his 501s without breaking away from 
Chris' mouth.  When Chris tried to disrobe the same way, he almost lost his 
balance.  So Craig knelt and pulled the man's jeans and long underwear all the 
way off.  Still on his knees, Craig hugged the naked man standing before him.  
Chris laid his hands on Craig's shoulders, returning the hug.

     They crawled into Chris' small bed and immediately became a tangle of 
limbs.  For the first time in his life, Chris was free to experience the 
feeling of two naked men locked in a passionate embrace.  Tears welled up in 
his eyes as they kissed again.  Tomorrow he would have to think about this.
But for now, he could only enjoy the freedom of loving a man.