Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2012 08:34:50 +0200
From: Shawn Edwards <shawnedwards92@gmail.com>
Subject: With all my heart 2

I threw myself on my bed in misery. I couldnt sink it all in. I was in
denial. For a moment i had Joe in my crosshairs and nearly had a fling
with him. We had flirted. Now he was straight and he had a girlfriend?
I wasnt ready to accept that. Hell i knew he had a thing for me. If he
didnt why had we bathed. Its either he was gay and his girlfriend was
just a toy to hide his sexuality or he was bisexual and he loved his
girlfriend dearly and was willing to love me dearly too. I didnt care
about his girlfriend. I would settle for second best so long as i had
him. Joe was to die for. He was so damn attractive it was a sin if i
didnt have him. Its either i would eliminate his girl the competition
or share him with her. I would device a plan. When it came to love i
had a side nobody had ever seen before. The plan was simple. Take him
to the bar, get wasted, try to seduce him then blame it on the liquor.
I was damn rich, my parents actualy and i had all i ever wanted. I
would spoil him and even though he fell inlove with my cash instead of
me. I would be in love with him and he would do anything just to
remain with me.

               My door opened and i saw Joe with his drying towel
still wrapped around him. I sat up and looked at him with eyes full of
lust. His own were filled with a longing i had never seen in anybodys
eyes. I couldnt believe what i was about to. I tried to hold myself
back but i couldnt. I stood up and went straight to him. He smiled at
me as i walked up to him. I stood facing him and looked up to him. He
was taller. I leaned in for a kiss and his head also drew closer to
mine. I could feel his warm fresh breath on me. I was loving this. I
couldnt believe myself. I couldnt believe it was happening. For a
moment i thought i had lost him but he was back to me. I felt his
breath warmer and closer then a soft slight touch of our lips..

"Dude wake up, you cant sleep already. Come on its first day of
college," I woke up as my shoulder was patted heavily it almost felt
numb.                                                     Shit! It was
a dream. I swear it was so real and divine. I was wide awake and saw
Joe clearly he was fully dressed. I sat up embarassed not knowing how
i had slept.                 "What time is it?" i asked.    "Almost
8pm," he replied.                                         Damn i had
slept that long. It cleared my head though and i felt refreshed. I
felt the events of the afternoon hadnt happened. It was a fresh start.
I had to execute my plan. I sat up and Joe came to sit on the edge of
my bed. In all that time we hadnt realy got to know each other. I told
Joe about myself, how i was a native of Corpus Christi and that my
family was one of the first families to settle there and that we have
been there ever since. I also told him of my childhood and my family
and friends and how badly i wanted to be an attorney. When it was his
turn he told me he was a California native from Scotts Valley.  He was
also 19 and four monthns older than me. He was born in January. I
learnt of his likes and interests and how his family was middle class.
We had nothing in common. Then he told me about his girlfriend. Damn
that was some salt to the wound and i tried hard to block it all out
and not pay close attention so i heard the obvious, that was how he
loved her. He wanted to be an attorney aswell. I had to cut the crap
about the love of his life. It was getting to me. I looked at the time
and it was half 9. We had talked for long.

                   I hesitated to pop the question but i had to. I
asked Joe if he wanted to hit the club. He was hesitant at first but
when i told him it was guys only he became eager. Whats more gay than
that? I could feel my luck rising.

We got ready and went down to the garage. He insisted we ride in his
toyota vitz but i told him we could go in my mazda6. He was okay with
it.           "You got a nice car bro, i love this baby," Joe said.
                                      Pretty soon you will love its
owner i thought. "Thanks. You can drive it if you want," i said.
                                           Joes face beamed with joy.
Like a kid who had found some candy. I was scoring points already and
the more my luck rose my chances of getting laid did already. I
smiled. My plan wasnt even halfway but it was working like a charm. I
sat on the passenger side and we drove to the bar which i directed
him. The party had already started and the boys were already wasted
and dancing the night away. We wouldnt dance. We would sit at the bar
and get drunk quick then leave. We wormed our way through the people
and finaly sat at the bar. We were the only ones seated. I got myself
some vodka and he was reluctant to order. Probably doubting my wallet.
I showed it to him and all the money then told him it had to be spent,
all of it by just the two of us. It was then that he got comfortable.
He got vodka then ran it down like water. After that he had countless
shots of tequila. I could see it was working. He could hardly keep his
eyes open and his head up. I got more vodka for him and he drank two
glasses of it. It was the last two shots of tequila he couldnt finish.
I was half drunk. I knew what i was doing. After hours of drinking we
left or rather i took him home. Dragging and supporting him. I lay him
on the back seat and drove back to campus.
                                                      I worked our way
upstairs and lay him on his bed. His eyes were half open and his
speech was muffled. He was realy strung out. Pretty soon he would be
out cold. I stroked his cheek and he laughed. I began greasing his
broad chest and started unbuttoning his shirt.

It was now time for the kill and he would remember none of it. I
started unbuttoning his shirt and i felt his strong grip on my hand.
                            "Dude stop," he said in a weak voice.
                 "Dont worry. Im not gon hurt you," i said in a soft
tone and i tried to continue. He stopped me.       "I may be drunk but
i aint a fag. Dont try anything with me or i swear to God.... Get out"
he said.                            I stopped and stood a few inches
away from his bed. Even after so many beers he was straight. This was
blowing up in my face. I prayed he wouldnt remember this in the
morning. I had to leave his room. I left for my room and slid between
my blankets and drowned in my thoughts. Of two things i was sure of.
Joe was straight as a comp and i would never get him. Secondly i would
never try seducing him. I was done. I had to accept it and live with
it if i wanted to be his friend and roomate. It would be difficult and
i knew it. I thought of the shower and my dream and how close i was to
having him. My dick got hard that instant and i ignored it. Then the
thoughts of what could have happened hit me. I could have rode that
black dick and enjoyed those lips and that hot beefcake. Above all i
could have given him my virginity. I knew it wouldnt happen but part
of me told me not to give up. I had no ideas left but i knew love
would give me some. If i couldnt have him then nobody would. That guy
was meant for me not her. I could feel my dick throbbing. There was no
way i could ignore it. I had to take care of it. I pulled down my
boxers and took my cum towel and laid it on my flat abdomen where the
cum would fall. I spread my legs and began slowly but surely stroking
my 8in cock, retracting the foreskin back and forth. I wanted this to
last and i used the images from the shower and reminisced how his
hands felt on my back and how deep those brown eyes were. I went
faster and faster till i felt myself closer to eruption.

I felt my cum rise and with it rose my orgasm as well. I hadnt came in
a long time and i knew it would be so damn intense. I closed my eyes
and drew my head back. I bit my lip and opened my mouth at regular
intervals. My legs stretched and my butt grew firmer and my whole body
grew tense. My hand worked its magic and finaly i erupted and this
sent an outburst of pleasure all through my body. Every jet that i
shot released its own burst of pleasure and the pleasure felt like
tsunami waves hitting the shore of my body and unleashing their wrath
which was good. I shot about twelve jets then the pleasure subsided.
The tsunami that was devastating my body had now ended and the waves
were now calm water. It had taken all my strength. If wanking felt
this good then how would fucking feel? I knew that was a question that
wasnt yet to be answered. I felt myself sliping into dream land
slowly. I had to wipe the cum and pull my pants up but everything went
dark and started to blur then...........