Date: 4 Nov 92 19:29:50 GMT
From: GS
Subject: Once Upon a Time

This is not my work.  I am posting this for a friend who would like to
remain anonymous.


OK here is a little story I wrote. It is completely fictional. I hope
you enjoy it as much as I did in making it. If you have any comments
to offer on it, then please feel free. I have a lot of these stories
running in my head, and hope to write more.


			   Once Upon A Time....


     There was a sound off in the distance, like the buzzing of a
swarm of bees. I moved slightly, and my right foot moved out from
under the covers into the cool air. The shock of feeling the cold on
my foot quickly brought me out of my sleepy daze. The buzzing noise
became recognizable as my alarm clock. I groan to myself as I look at
the clock and see that it is 7:30 in the morning. Not really early
but, then I was never one for the morning.
     I guess I had not set the heat high enough the night before
because the room felt very chilly beyond the confines of my bed, and
blankets. I was going to roll over turn my alarm off and forget ever
having gotten up. So I would miss the morning class I had at 9:30. It
wouldn't be that important. It was just your general science class,
with a professor that loved what he was talking about, but tended to
droll on about this or that. Then I remembered, it hit me like a flame
of light. Brent would be in that class this morning. He was a
wonderfully built guy, who I could just stare at through the entire
class time. If there was any reason to get up in the morning to go to
a dull class it was Brent.

     How do I describe this man I loved to watch from a far. He has a
face of an angel, with a smile that could melt the North Pole.  His
eyes were pools that you would want to swim in all day. His body was
smooth and solid. His movements were that of grace, and strength. He
has a boyish, impish look that spoke of being from the New England
area. I don't know how to describe this look to you.  I find that many
guys from that area have it. It is a look of pure innocence, and yet a
sweet knowing of exactly what they wanted and who from. There is a lot
of Irish in this look, if that can help you any. I could picture so
easily waking up and seeing that angelic face lying next to me asleep.
Well with these thoughts I armored myself against the cold of the
morning, and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
     I arrived at the class earlier again. I like to do that because
it allows me to find a seat with the best viewing possibilities.
Finding a spot in the back near where Brent usually sits I began to
wait the long minutes before class begins. The expectation of seeing
him was beginning to build in me. I could feel myself begin to tense
in a sensual way. My mind began to picture Brent in what he could be
wearing, and what he wouldn't be wearing. I love my mind it is so
ready to give me my fantasies, with just a little bit of
encouragement.
     Then I see him walk into the room. A shadow of a grin appears on
my face. For the briefest moment I thought I saw a tinkle in those big
brown eyes of his. But, unfortunately I was almost assured that Brent
was straight. His graceful movements bespoke of a man who was
comfortable with himself and his body, but not in one who would like
to sleep with guys.
     I could feel my groin tense against the restraining pressure of
the jeans that I was wearing. I let out a small sigh at this feeling.
It was much to early in the class to begin feeling like this, but I
didn't care. I could pictures myself walk up to Brent's seat, and
place my hands at the base of his neck. There I would knead my fingers
at the top of his spine, down towards those broad shoulders of his.
Even from the distance that I was at, I could feel how hard and solid
his body would feel under my soft and gentle touch.
     I would begin to rub his neck and slowly move my hands towards
his chest. I could feel the smooth fabric of his sweater, and the
muscles that were hidden below. Slowly my hands would rub his chest
moving lower, and lower. My breath would then caress his neck, as my
lips moved closer to his golden skin. Finally my lips would touch very
lightly against him, and I could feel his warm skin. I could almost
hear Brent let out a slight moan. I moved slightly to the right, and
begin heading for my next target. As I approach the lower part of his
ear lobe, I am just bearly touching his skin with my lips, my hands
move on to his thighs. Stroking up and down following the lines of his
muscles. My one hand slips into his crotch, and begins to move towards
his hardened member. Just as I take in his earlobe into my awaiting
mouth, my hand pushes against his groin. I feel the sensual energy
begin to flow from this man, as I continue to nibble upon his ear and
caress his now throbbing erection.
     I felt a touch on my arm, but it was not the caress I needed so
badly. Rather it was a tap from the friend who was sitting next to me
in class. Jolted back into reality, I realized I had spent almost the
entire class time on this one erotic dream. I turn to look at my
friend, while he asks me if I was going to lunch after this class.
Feeling particularly tense at the moment I declined.  Rather my only
thoughts were on Brent. Finally the class was over, and with a sigh I
watched Brent leave. I was the last one out of the room, so I had the
opportunity to go over to Brent's seat and just feel the warmth left
by him.
     Leaving the room I tried to remove him from my mind, which was
not an easy thing to do. I walked over to the library determined to
drown my arousal in cold facts, and numbers. I walked into the library
and found one of those little study cubbyholes open. There I opened
one of my books to begin to study. As I opened the page, all I could
see was Brent's smile, and that twinkle in his eye.  Caught of guard
by my thoughts I had not noticed the slight caress on my leg.
     I could feel now someone's foot slowly rubbing around my ankle
and up my left leg. What was going on I thought? Whoever, was sitting
in the seat right across from me, was definitely being a very bold
person. I moved my seat in closer to the table, and the foot slid up
between my legs. Still not knowing who this was, but not turning down
what was offered, I began to massage this foot.  I caressed his ankle,
kneading my thumbs in the underside of his foot. Then slowly I moved
up his leg, sending my fingers up underneath his jeans. I could feel
his muscular legs, and the slight coating of hair on them. His foot
was now very comfortably pressing against my hardness. Rubbing left to
right, and then up and down. I really was enjoying this. But, I had to
find out who this was, and if he was going to be any more bold with me
that day.  Slowly I pulled back from the table and away from his leg.
I began to rise to peek over the partition that separated the two of
us.  When I glanced over I was met by a very familiar twinkle. I felt
my legs go soft underneath me. I could not believe that I was just
caressing the man of my dreams. I watched him stand up, smile and move
to come around to this side of the table. I just sat there drinking in
his entire body, and movement. Boy! was he graceful, and simply
gorgeous. He sat down next to me, and quickly moved his leg to entwine
with mine. Looking me straight in the eye, he asked me if I liked what
was happening. Not being able to say a word I just nodded my head to
let him know that anything he wanted would be alright by me. With that
he smiled, and I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest. He
asked me if I was ok. Finally finding my voice I said yes. He told me
he noticed how intently I would watch him in the class we shared. He
told me how exciting it was to finally be able to touch me. With that
said, my hands quickly went up his legs to begin some touching of my
own. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and just basked in my
touch. Then opening his eyes again, he said that perhaps we should go
somewhere a bit more private than the school's library. Without a word
I packed all my books and followed him out. We walked over to his
apartment which was not far from the campus. The entire time we
talked.
     Brent was very much a smart and thoughtful man as he was
beautiful. I was thanking the star I was born under, when his arms
went around my waist and his lips moved in towards my own. We were now
in his apartment, rather I should say his bedroom. His lips at first
just slowly pressed against mine. Then a burning need made that kiss
turn into a conduit for our passion. With little coaxing from his
tongue my mouth opened fully to him. His tongue moved in and began to
touch every part of my mouth that it could. His powerful hands were
sliding up and down my back, and one slid down and began to massage my
posterior. My own hands were doing much of the same to him. I could
feel his hardness through his and my jeans. We began to slowly grind
our waists into each other, as this kiss still continued. His tongue
receded from my mouth, leaving a void. I quickly filled this void by
sending my own tongue into his mouth. Finally we separated, breathing
very heavily. I stood there in the arms of this man, and knew that if
he would have me I would be his.
     My hands now began to caress him like I had in my dreams.
Quickly I slid my hands underneath the sweater he was wearing. I could
feel the taught warm skin underneath my cool hands. He shivered
slightly because of the difference in temperature, as my hands moved
up towards his chest. As my hands moved along his body I raised the
sweater off him. His naked smooth chest was now bare to me. My hands
moved along his chest and around his nipples. I moved towards his
earlobe, and began to gently kiss it. Without losing a beat I began to
work my way down from his ear to the middle of his chest. From there I
went and began to envelope his erect nipples. My hands roamed down his
body to his jeans. I began to remove them, like I was pealing a
precious fruit. I felt his legs and moved up towards his jock strap. I
began to slowly rub up and around this tent of fabric that was his
jock strap. My mouth was now moving from the other nipple down towards
his stomach. I knew what I wanted to kiss and feel in my mouth.
     I was kissing his belly button when I felt the pressure of his
erection press against my throat. With this I knew I had to have him
now. Sliding Brent on to the bed I began to remove his jock.  When I
reached his feet I looked back on to his body and drank in his utter
beauty. Slowly I went up his legs kissing, and massaging them, until I
reached my goal. Then my tongue struck from my mouth into the area
between thigh and groin. Brent let out a very loud moan at this. I
dragged my tongue down towards those sacks of flesh that contained the
warm liquid I wished to feast on. Ever so gently I brought one of his
orbs of flesh into my mouth to suck upon. I was quickly building up a
fire in this man, that I hope would never be quenched. My tongue
lashed out once more to roam in the fleshy area underneath his balls.
I pressed my face into him and took all of his juice filled flesh into
my mouth. I kissed, and sucked, and nibbled on him. As my mouth worked
there, my hands moved around his warm sweet flesh. My one hand moved
to go under his buttocks. There I moved my finger around his opening,
until I could pass into his body. I just passed my one finger into
him, moving it around is small circles, when I decided it was time to
take his enraged staff into my warm mouth.
     Letting his balls slip from my mouth I pressed my tongue out at
the base of his manhood. Moving up his long thick staff in a zig-zag
my tongue sent shivers of ecstasy up Brent's spine. I then reached his
blood filled head. There I just breathed small breathes onto him as I
watched his pre-juices cover his tip. My lips went down to him for a
sweet kiss, as my tongue lapped his nectar from the tip.  I opened my
mouth now to him, and brought him inside of me. I knew he was closing
in on his moment of ecstasy, as I bobbed my head up and down his thick
member. My world closed down to just his flesh in my mouth and my two
fingers inside him. Brent's moans grew ever so deeper, and I knew he
would not last too much longer.  I did everything I could to make this
the most excruciating, and pleasurable moment in his life.
     His whole body was now moving in rhythm to me, and was covered in
a slight sheen of sweat. I could feel he was about to cum, and took
him so far deep in my mouth I thought I would choke. With that his
entire body stiffened. He froze with not a sound leaving his lips, as
his body teetered on the edge of fulfilling his enjoyment.  When I
felt I could wait no longer to feel his juices in my mouth a geyser
erupted where his member had been. Warm gushes of liquid blasted the
back of my throat sending his stream down into me. Each blast from his
body was like that of a cannon. His entire body was shaking in such
great pleasure, that I have never seen before. I continued my rhythm
on him and he stayed at this high for a long time. Finally the river
became a small stream, and then a trickle.  Brent gave me everything
he had in these few minutes. His body exhausted, he relaxed into his
bed all the tension released from him.
     My fingers still inside of him I went up towards his mouth,
kissing him the entire way. My now naked body pressed against him with
urge and desire. Brent had not been lax while I was working on him. I
kissed him on his lips, and looked into those eyes of his and smiled.
The twinkle was still there, and he smiled back at me.  He could feel
my own hard flesh pressing against him between his legs. With a look
he knew what I wanted to do, and nodded his approval. Using the
fingers still inside of him as a guide I brought my beating flesh up
to his portal. Grinding myself into him I felt the pressure release
just enough for me to pass the tip into him.
     His channel was tight around me, as I new he had never had anyone
in him like this before. I slid myself into him completely, and just
waited for a few brief minutes as I drank in the feeling of warmth
surrounding my member. With a grunt from Brent I began to bring myself
out of him. Then with increasing pressure and speed I would send
myself reeling back into his body. I must have been hitting a very
pleasurable spot in him because he moaned even louder then when he had
given me his sweet nectar. I wrapped my body around him, bringing
myself as close to him as possible. After all that time sucking on him
I knew I would not last to much longer inside such a warm tight
passage as he had. His arms were around me giving support and love. I
could feel the heat grow inside me, the tension coming to its fruitful
end. Harder and harder, I tried to press more than I could give into
him. With a squeeze from his muscles I froze. I felt my own seed flow
from me into this man of mine. With every thrust I sent more of my
juices into him. I could feel Brent's body tense slightly as I knew he
began to cum a little more onto our stomachs. Finally the shivers and
waves of pleasure left us. I looked into his eyes once more, and knew
that I would be with him for a long time to come. With that thought I
kissed him.