Date: Wed, 19 Mar 1997 22:05:54 +0000
From: * <peach@lambda.lambda.net>
To: peach@lambda.net
Subject: "Yours Truly" mm story at Tech (Atlanta)

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This a true story written on my own experience. It involves a 
100% m/m topic. If you think this could offend your convictions
about life, or you are not an adult yet, please go back. The 
names of the guys mentioned here were changed, and the places 
are also different.
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"Yours Truly"                               (2nd. draft)

Here at Tech when using our student Internet accounts, 
the only newsgroups in which  we can post messages, to get 
in touch with people for personal interest topics, are the 
penpals and personals groups. Obviously, these groups are not 
the best way for gay students to get in touch on campus using 
the Internet. The rest of the newsgroup are oriented to 
any class discussion, or some other academic topic.

Even when it was Fall, my body was living a Spring 
time, and I was feeling the need of meeting someone 
on campus and have some good time. One night, I was 
surfing in the Internet once again our penpal and 
personal newsgroups trying to identify a clue, or any 
discrete message of any other male student trying to 
find the same that I was looking for. And then I got 
one!

Yes, it was a guy, named BJ, 24 yo, in shape, trying 
to find someone to hang out with. He also mentioned 
something related with going to the movies, and 
practice a sport together. He didn't mention any 
sex preference, so I thought it was an open message 
trying to attract some other guy. In deed, 
I replied that message, describing myself: 
male, 26 yo, 5'11", athletically built, and 164#. I also 
mentioned that I was gay, but my main interest it was 
to meet new people on campus, and have a healthy 
and safe friendship. I guess, I didn't believe to myself 
this last part of my response, but it was partially 
true. By that time, I was just horny.

One day, two days, three days, and I didn't get his 
answer back. At the fourth day, someone called Daniel 
sent me an email saying that he was a BJ's close friend 
with a open mind about gay relationships, and that BJ 
had told him about my message. Daniel's message 
was clear. He said that BJ was not gay, and that he 
was looking for another kind of friendship. I replied 
the message saying that I was sorry, and I hoped that 
BJ was not feeling offended about my offering. And I 
added a note saying to Daniel that please let BJ know 
that his posting was so open, and it can be easily 
misunderstood by some other "guy".  

Well, anyway, there I was again: alone with me. It is 
incredible how much energy is spent or wasted while 
writing a message like that, and also waiting for an 
answer. I was feeling exhausted, but at the same time 
finals were coming soon, and I had to take care of my 
study. So, I forgot about BJ, and my intentions of 
finding a close friend on campus.

Winter quarter started, and I had met some gay 
students on campus. I use to have a  good time with 
them, but only that. I was looking for more. And being 
a natural straight acting guy, I also like gay guys with a 
masculine natural behavior. And most of my new gay friends 
on campus were just over-acting a masculine 
behavior trying to hide their weaknesses. 

At the end of the Winter, two weeks before finals. I 
found an email  coming from BJ. The subject of this 
message was a shy "Hi", but he was enough sincere, and 
direct about his intentions in the contents. Well, 
he said that last quarter I had  wrote to him an email 
that he never replied. And he was sorry about let me 
know his thoughts using a third person. He went to the point, 
saying that he was a straight guy but lately he had 
been feeling curious. I got the feeling, Oh my God! 
I know myself enough and I knew that something very 
strong was about to come over me. It had been 
several months since I had my last sexual encounter 
with a guy, and now something was telling me that I 
was going to meet and be really close to the kind of 
guy that I live for. He ended his message saying that
he was available for a discrete conversation or email 
exchange. And he said bye with the most lovely 
phrase that I have ever got from a guy "Yours truly." 
It was like dreaming awake. I really didn't like the 
idea of focusing this new experience on only sex. I 
wanted more, and I was really excited about  knowing 
the common things that we could have, start a 
friendship, and then see if a relationship was 
feasible. Maybe I was thinking too fast. But anyway 
I took my time, and he got my response two days after 
I received his initial message.

On his email he used the words "respect" and "discretion", 
and I was happy about that, they are also my favorite words 
when I meet new gay friends. But he said that he was not gay, 
and  things could be a little different. Therefore, I emphasize 
these words in my response, adding that I was glad of exploring 
the idea of being good friends, and I preferred that 
he started putting the cards on the table.

Things were shaping better. On his next mail, he 
mentioned an ended relationship with a girl, his 
trends on feeling curious, and being desease free. So, 
the healthy friend that I wanted to meet was there, 
somewhere on campus. And he was willing to get in 
touch with me. We crossed some other mail in which 
he told me about his hobbies: hiking, working out not 
too hard, and the idea of maybe playing the guitar in a 
band. All his mail had the "Yours Truly" saying bye.
We were not focusing our starting friendship on 
sex, I loved that. Well, sex is for me the maximum 
expression of union and agreement in a gay relationship. 
I really enjoy that aspect, but I think that 
it must not be the central point, or at least apparently 
it mustn't be. 

The big day was near, the next Wednesday I emailed 
BJ telling that I wanted to talk to him personally, and 
that I was going to stay in my lab working until 10:30 
in the night. He quickly answered, and said that he 
was going also to work, but that around 9:30 he 
hoped to be done. At 9:00pm he emailed me saying 
that he was ready to come to my lab, and I nervously 
agreed his announcement. It was raining, and he told 
me he had to walk to reach my lab. My mind was flying: 
he had his work done before the time he originally 
told me, he didn't care about the rain and was 
coming to me, I had never seen him before, and he had never 
seen to me either. It was maybe too much for a night.

My phone rang, he had reached my building, and was 
trying to get in. He said "are you Rob?",  and I said 
"yes, I'll be downstairs soon, give me two seconds.".  
Two seconds were too much time, in half second, I 
was there opening the door. His umbrella was 
completely wet, and I told him about going up to my 
workplace. BJ is about 5'10, dark hair, dark brown eyes, 
and owner of a marvelous smile. He was still wearing 
his raincoat, but I could see how well shaped their 
muscles were as he moved. After watching his strong 
hands and a thick wrists, my instincts were about to 
take control of my acts. So, trying to get rid of these 
kind of thoughts, I told him about my work, and the 
things that I used to do there. We had a map near, 
and he showed me the location of his hometown.

My real intention for that night was just to meet each 
other, and then talk about his main interest: to satisfy 
his curiosity. I couldn't convey this idea; we had that 
night for us. My eyes were exploring his eyes, and 
I felt that his eyes were exploring mine too. "You are a 
cute guy", I said while I grazed my hand quickly 
against his hand. "What...", he said while wrinkling. 
I guess his ears were not ready to hear something like 
that coming from another guy. He finally smiled, and 
I went to paradise, and came back to earth while that 
smile was present. What a beatiful smile!

BJ said that maybe it was a good idea to go out and 
walk. But it was still raining, and I suggested that 
maybe we could take my car and go somewhere else. 
He said "OK". "Where do you want to go?", I asked. He 
said "I don't know, maybe a place where we can talk." 
Then, I realized that it was the moment, and maybe I 
was not ready. I share an apartment with two straight 
roommates, an by that time they for sure were there.
Where should I take him?. I was not able, to tell him 
about postponing that close encounter he was curious about,
maybe because I was feeling too much attracted to him. 
We went around campus, and finally we took 10th street 
heading to Piedmont Park. When he saw the darkness of the 
Park, he asked me "what's that?", I answered saying that it 
is a park where gay people use to come, and many 
of them have their houses around it. Then, I drove to 
the Park main entrance, and that sign of "NO ENTER" 
was not on our way. So, I passed the bridge and parked 
in front of the lake watching some of the Midtwon 
buildings. I turn off the car, and soon the glasses 
got blurred because of the rain, and our intense 
breathing. No other car was around. We were ready...

I looked his eyes directly, and asked him if he had 
kissed a guy before. He obviously said no, and he 
also said that he knew my answer about the same 
question. Then I approached to him, and we kissed 
tenderly, but at the same time desperately. Our 
tongues were talking frenetically the same language. 
We stopped, and then we kissed again. I went to his 
chest, and he partially unbuttoned his shirt, while 
I was touching his bulge with my elbow. I unbuttoned 
his pants, asking him what kind of underwear he 
likes. He said boxers, and I started to feel his dick 
through his boxers instead of grab it directly. Finally,
I put his dick on my mouth and kiss it. It was a thick 
7.5 inches juicy cock.  Then he went to my pants, 
touched my legs and my tremendous hard on. I let 
him to undo my zipper, and made easier to him to grab 
my dick. He kissed my dick, and started sucking it. 
Being his first time, it was perfect. I never felt his 
teeth against the head of my cock, and this 
sometimes takes time to be learned, either for girls or 
guys. So, I completely enjoyed his sucking. My dick is 
about 7.0" when hard, but I was so nervous, and I 
guess I didn't have a full erection all the time. I 
remember that there was a moment when he put it all 
in his mouth, and his warm tongue was trying to play 
a wet game with the head. It was time to go back to 
his penis, and before that, we kissed once again. 
I grabbed his cock, and put it in my mouth one more 
time. We both had moved back our seats in the car, 
and now we had more space to release our desires.  
"Rub it!" he said. I closed my eyes, and started 
rubbing his dick while I kept the head still in my 
mouth. Suddenly, the volcano made eruption. He was 
strongly shooting in my mouth, his big balls 
were contracting and pushing his load against my 
throat. My mouth was full, and I was not able to 
swallow all that, it was too much.  I opened the door
of the car, and put all those millions of "little BJ"s 
out of my mouth. 

After that, his face expression changed, and I have 
never seen again that marvelous smile that was mine 
for one night, and receiving his "Yours Truly"s 
that made me fly either. He finally emailed me, and
said that he was needing time to think about his sexual 
preferences, he doesn't want any confusion on his life now, 
and will continue trying with girls. I can 
understand that, and respect his personal opinion.

"If I could change the world": Eric Clapton.
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END OF THE STORY.

I want to learn constructively of this experience. 
I'd appreciate your comments.

bye
Rob.
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