Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2001 04:31:51 EDT
From: H
Subject: "Heart Desires" - Part 2

It was 3:30 in the morning when I was awoken by a warm, moist sensational
feeling. When I indeed came to my senses, it quickly dawn on me that I was
experiencing the most incredible blow-job a cock could ever receive. The
"cocksucker" was Eric. So I relaxed and open my legs wider so he can have
access to everything. When he saw me reciprocated to his sexual advances,
he slides up on my chest and kissed me.

"Do you remember when we would fuck all night into the wee hours of the
morning?" He said softly, as he placed his lips over my nipples.

"Do I? I responded, trying to match his whisper. "Why don't you remind"

"Dude you're so flicking horny!" He said with a grin. "But I'm not
complaining"

With that, Eric slid back down to my crotch and proceeded sucking my hard
cock. There's something about fucking 3:30 in the morning. I was so
overcome by the dread of that moment, that I couldn't contain myself from
making an animalistic sound when Eric push his wet tongue in my ass. My
manhole was prodding and was ready for Eric's juicy cock! In case you
haven't noticed I am a bottom. I turned over and lay on my stomach. My
manhole was still a bit slippery from Eric's jist and the KY jelly three
hours earlier. Eric mounted atop me and slid his cock in my ass all at
once. I let out a pleasurable growl and we begin to fuck. I pushed my ass
upwards and Eric grinds me from the top, we were dripping with sweat and
relishing the feeling of ecstasy. He kisses the back of my ears, letting
his tongue explore the inside and I felt his hot, heavy breathing, it was
intoxicating! I felt when Eric's movement became faster and harder and his
moaning escalating. My stiff cock beneath me starts to swell and the muscle
around my ass begin to contract and I knew what lies ahead in just a few
short seconds. Eric gripped the back of my shoulders and was shaking like a
leaf. He emptied his sack in my ass. I shoot my load in the sofa. It was
incredible!

Saturday was a busy day for me. Eric took a shower and left at 12 noon. I
had a paper to write and turn in on Monday to my Psychology instructor. I
was like so tired and weren't in the mood to write a paper about clinical
depression. Regardless of me wanting to procrastinate, I took my weary ass
over to the library over on Bruce B. Downs and force myself to scrabble
something together. At the same time, I was thinking on ways to get in
Adam's pants. He was a mystery to me. For the past four weeks I was trying
to see if he would give me any indication that he sucks cock. He was
friendly and that's it. It must have looked like I was really into writing
my paper from a distance, because I heard this recognizable voice interrupt
my thoughts. It was Adam.

"Hey dude, you look like you could use a break," He said with that smile I
dream about every night.

I was temporarily stunted. What was he doing in the same library with me?

"Hey, what's up Adam?" I responded. "I'm working on this paper and most of
it says a lot of shit!"

He laughed and said, "Come on now Taylor, it ain't that bad, you mind if I
have a look?"

Of course I didn't mind but I didn't want to appear to eager. If there was
some way he would suggest that I come over to his place and we'll work on
it together there, was a possibility I knew was far fetch.

"I don't know Adam", I said, hoping he'll take the bait.

"Don't be a wuss, let me see it!"

"Don't say I didn't warn you." I said, trying to sound as hopeless as I
can.

"You're a funny guy Taylor."

He thought I was funny. I didn't want to amuse him. I wanted him to fall in
love with me. I gave Adam the paper and watched his expression. He seemed
really into it and that impressed me a bit. He started to walk a little
with his back turned to me and I had a perfect view of his bubble butt. He
was wearing short sweat pants with a tank top shirt cut above the
navel. His legs were well defined and slightly muscular. My cock started to
make me embarrass when he turned around suddenly and caught me gawking. He
looked at me with those piercing brown eyes and I was afraid he probably
knew I had it bad for him.

"This shit is great", he said. "All you need a strong summation and you're
in."

"Come off it Adam, it sucks!" I said, trying to hide the disappointment,
but then again if I showed it, he might see that it really bothers me and
his help will be greatly needed.

"Dude, I'm for real, my paper isn't this good"

"You're trying to make me feel better aren't you?"

"Taylor, I didn't spend much time on my paper and yours made me want to
rewrite it over." He said, trying to sound reassuring.

"I don't believe you", I said. I wondered if he had his paper home, maybe
I'll ask him to show me and we'll have to go over to his place. But he cut
the conversation short.

"Hey man, I'm sorry I have to go, I have to meet someone for 3:00."

I looked at my watch and said, "It's fifteen past three, you're late!"

"I know, she's going to kill me", he said, looking really worried now.

She? What did she means? Do Adam have a girlfriend and didn't mention
anything about it. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself; maybe it's his sister
or his mom.


"You better get cracking", I replied.

Adam left and I had already missed him. Later that night, I lay on my bed
and found myself thinking about Eric. He really got my juices flowing, but
I didn't love Eric, he was just my fuck-partner. Hell, what did I now about
love? I am a 22 year old horny, cocksucking queer.  My feelings for Adam
were so different than for Eric. Although I wanted to get fucked by Adam
and suck his cock, I also wanted something more. I wanted his love, his
time and his commitment. I begin to think about that "she". What if it
turns out that this "she" is Adam's girlfriend? It will be a challenge for
me to win his heart over if he loves this girl. Time will tell.

Sunday I didn't do anything all day but work on my paper, putting in
finishing touches. The phone rang and it was Sam. I haven't heard from him
in over two years. Sam and I had a good platonic friendship, which almost
evolved into something more. He and I worked for the same company and later
he was transferred to Connecticut. We did everything together, (except
fucking). On the night before he left to go to Connecticut, we decided to
spend our last night together at his place. We talked for hours until the
wee hours in the morning. His flight was scheduled for 10am and he hadn't
sleep. We lay side by side in his bed. While laying there, Sam told me he
think he love me. This didn't phase me because we always told each other
that. So he leaned on his elbow and looked me in the eyes and told me he
love me sexually. I didn't know how to respond, I thought about sex with
him, but it may have destroyed what we had. Now here it is he's telling me
he wants me sexually and he's leaving in a few hours. Why couldn't he tell
me this six months back? I needed time to gather my thoughts. I told him to
think it over and if this is what he wanted we'd have sex. It took him two
years to sought this out, why else was he calling me? Anyway, he wanted to
stay at my place because his company in Connecticut is sending him down to
a three days seminar. What did I suppose to tell him? I said yes.

Knowing Sam was coming in a few days made me antsy. Memories flood my mind
and so did the possibility of Sam and I fucking. I lay across the bed just
thinking and I didn't realized I had fallen asleep until my alarm woke me
up for class that Monday morning.

I proceeded to get out the bed and noticed I had a rock hard-on. Well, I
decided to do something about that. I laid back in the bed and start
stroking my shaft slowly. Adam was the first person that came to my mind
and I imagined he was there holding my cock, stroking it and loving me at
the same time. I was a confused bitch! Eric, Sam and Adam flash across my
mind, wouldn't it be paradise if the four of us fuck each other all
night. By this time I was stroking my cock faster and my normal breathing
changed to soft moans. My cock began to swell and I shoot my load all over
my stomach and my fingers. I licked my lips and finished the masturbation
fantasy with a taste of my cum. It was palatable!

Students were everywhere when I reached to Phil University that Monday
morning. I walked hurriedly to my class, hoping I got there before the
instructor arrives. I wanted to set my papers in order and make sure
everything was right. After that phone call from Sam last night, I couldn't
finish chronological put my papers where they suppose to be. I just put
them in the folder and place them in my trapper keeper. As I approached my
psychology class, I heard Adam shout my name out from down the hall.

"Hey Taylor, wait up!"

I spun around quickly and when he was approaching me, I was reminded of the
first time my eyes were set on him.

"Hey man, how was the rest of your weekend?" I responded back to him.

"Just another day off. Dude, I need a favor", he said this like he really
needed my help. "I didn't know what came over me last night, went out all
night, got drunk and forgot where I placed my papers."

"I don't know what you want me to do Adam", I said. I was really concern
now because I didn't want him flunk this paper. I really didn't know what
to tell him, but I waited to see what he wanted.

He starts laughing really hard and said, "Dude, I can be an actor, the look
on your face is amazing!"

I was bemused. I said, "So you didn't loose your papers?"

"Nope, just a morning starter!" He said, obvious still laughing at my
gullibility.

I felt stupid. I can't believe he did that to me. He saw I looked a bit
embarrassed, so he put an arm around me and tells me to forgive him and
forget about it. It was easy for me to forget about it once his arm was
around me. I got an instant hard-on! I walked with my trapper keeper in
front of me until I reach to my seat and sat down, waiting for my hard-on
to subside. Adam turned around to talk to me and he actually looked like he
was sorry.

"Hey man, everything cool?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" I said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible.

He smiled and turned back around and I felt better. He actually gave a
second thought about what he did. Was it just his personality or did he
really cared about me?

To be continued...