Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2011 08:02:47 EST
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: A Touch of Dillinger

A Touch of Dillinger...

Dillinger looked tired but so sweet. He had dog's muck all over his  feet.
I felt so sorry for him I really did, he looked so sad, so I hugged  up to
him and knew that would make his feel better.

Dillinger? He was a great lad, he said I reminded him of his dad. I was not
 sure how to take that but he soon defined what he meant: "just the way
your look  sometimes, Pete - that glint in your eye, I remember being with dad
when I was a  nipper, seeing it there when he eyeballed a lass, wondering
how my Mum would  feel about that if she knew, but then he was just a flirt,
and I shouldn't  complain about that, because you are too, right Pete?"

"Yeah, but you know at the end of the day I only have eyes for you,
Dillinger."

Dillinger was feeling better already, his loused shoes off and I would
scrub them down soon, but somehow Dillinger had gotten some of the dogs muck on
 his hands and even on his face, I could smell it and so could he.

"In the shower with you" I insisted. It was a jolly good excuse for a love
 in that's for sure and he knew it, just the look in his eyes said
everything and  he wasn't slow to agree.

"That'll make me feel so much better, Pete - and the shower!" he winked
cheekily and I felt so much in the mood for a touch of Dillinger, he was 25,
twenty years my junior and for me, a dream, a fantasy even, come true.

In fact I will go as far as to say it was Dillinger who first convinced me
to come out. Until then I had led a pretty inhibited existence with a
terrible  guilt complex that my feelings were not like other guys around me, but
being in  the minority it is easy to feel like that, but since I have
discovered there are  so many more out there like me, and that was a send up, and
meeting Dillinger  too, it was quite by accident in the public swimming
baths, funny really on  looking back just how it happened .. When he slipped and
fell onto me after  showering, half covered in the towel he was drying
himself with, I can admit now  I was eyeballing him, he had a simply gorgeous
masculine figure and me thinking  then, `what a waste' - but is soon
developed that I needn't have felt worried,  when he slipped he sort of fell against
me, also drying myself after the shower,  - next thing there was he
grabbing anything to quickly get up to save his  embarrassment - and my thigh just
happened top be in the line of fire and also  my masculinity which he
grabbed too and it did `naff hurt!

"Oh so sorry, mate!" he said afterwards, me bending down, groping myself
in  agany, you okay?"
We can laugh at it now.

!Tell you what, let me buy you a beer,!" he offered and that was that. It
Didn't take long for us to realise we were on a roll and were very
compatible,  our thoughts and doings so very similar, and most of all, he was gay
like me,  and like me had never been with another guy before.

"We need to remedy that agreed, Dillinger?" I said

"Definitely"  he replied and look where we are now, That very first  time,
the sheer curiously, the searching and discovery was so lovely for both of
us, it changed both our lives, we both say that.
And we have never looked  back, our inhibitions completely disappeared now
- because we both had them, we  had both done those things with our bodies
in experimentation, the touch in  front of a mirror, watching, watching, the
gentle tease and stroking of the firm  round balls, the teasing back of the
sensitive foreskin imagining it was another  who was doing it.

And then those very secret things in my bedroom, a bottle of Vaseline, a
suitable trowel from the greenhouse with that shaped handle so enticing,
looking  like a fully erect penis, wondering just how that would feel inside me,
and  later all manner of other things, like cucumbers, bananas ( which
never worked  because they were too mushy) and even a broom handle which I had
to take special  care with I remember, but it was always back to that special
trowel which did it  just right for me, gave me the right sensations,
working it deep and in a  circular movement which was so wonderful and erotic,
laying there on the carpet  on my side with a pillow well placed to raise the
buttocks, and on leg bent  upwards top get the right approach, and then
imagining it was a guy putting it  up there, imagining it was a real live hard
cock working up inside me, it was  all so wonderful and I had some wonderful
times in front of a well placed  mirror, I even did a video recording which
gave me lots of wonderful erections  later. But not half so good as the ones
we make now, with the real thing, and  that very slow sucking afterwards,
feeling the touch of the real thing, its  flexibility and flavour, not quite
like that Trowel handle I loved so much, but  there can never be any
substitute fr the real thing. Halleluiah!

But it served the purpose at the time and I remember having some beautiful
ejaculations frigging myself so nicely whilst being trowel fucked by my own
 hand, it was a time too when I had to become ambidextrous  because before
I  could never have done the two things to myself at once.

But now I guess the reader will be eager to read, the job in hand, that
pending shower to get the real Dillinger nectar back and be rid of the doggy
smell. But I was thankful for that dog, because I doubt if we would ver have
got  around to such a wonderful morning session together, especially when
most times  we were working, but this day was different, and somehow we were
bot free for a  day -and with me anyway being a writer, I am able to choose
my own free  time.

Just hark at me going on, and you the reader wanting me to get on with it.
But then of course that's why I do it, to elongate the sexual build up, so
that  you will read on, the good suspense writer's secret.
But enough and I ought  to tell you it took no time at all to undress
Dillinger, what usually took quite  a time because we'd feel and hug and kiss as
we both undressed, took about a  couple of minutes if that, dumping his
jeans, those tight jeans that did wonders  for his gorgeous thighs and lovely
ass - and all his gear into the washing  basket outside to dispel the smell,
It was awful.

But now, being with Dillinger in his birthday suit, and me in mine, well
all except y boxer shorts - because Dillinger liked something left to the
imagination -  He shunted himself beneath the shower already adjusted for  the
right temperature and eased his body - moving it around very tempestuously,
 cupping his testimonials as I always laughingly  called them, but doing it
 just to work me up, he had no need though I already was, he could see that
 because next moment his hand was there between me, squeezing me, the
feeling  sublime as I started to wash down the soap suds over that immaculate
body,  teasing his body with fingertips and tongue as I licked him like he was
my God,  to be cherished and worshipped until felt his passion burst inside
me like a  volcanic eruption  - but that would be after, on our bed, me all
perched up  for him so he could fuck me how he wanted

After I'd tended his back he turned around to reveal his all, no longer the
 tease in not letting me see, it was always so fresh like I was seeing him
again  for the first time, his body glistening with sudsy water as he held
it beneath,  so it was perched upwards for my pleasure, I just wanted to feel
it grow in my  mouth, taste its flavour, enjoy its wonderful thrilling
throb against the roof  of my mouth as I let my tongue tantalise , first its
wonderful silken red/purple  head and then its p-hole, Dillinger moaning in his
heaven as I sucked him hard  and fast, feeling the throb come to a climax
as he let go and me feeling the  heat of his cream spurt into my mouth and
over my face, running down my cheeks  so divinely to give me the most
wonderfully warm and lovely sensation.

And all the time the shower was running tepid, but not his passion, that
was still on a roll and I knew then he would want me, first the quick shower,
 the sucking, the teasing simultaneously of each other, feeling the heaven
of our  bodies touching beneath the shower, his tongue  probing mine, his
wet  French kiss divine, then I wanted the feel of him inside, I was so ready
and  ripe, I moved it for him, wanted to be all ass for him any way he
wanted, today  he anted me on all fours on the thick red thick pile carpet, still
damp but not  wanting to dry off completely I presented myself for his to
spend his passion,  spreading and kneeling on a cushion to pronounce my rear
in a way I knew he  adored.

And then he was there behind me, first his head going  down  to  taste me
there, his tongue doing wonderful things between, his strong hands
stretching my cheeks so wide apart as he enjoyed me for all he was worth, his  head
planted between so wonderfully.

Now I yearned for his fuck, the feel of that gorgeous testimonial up there
inside. He would not disappoint me as there it was, feeling the prodding
staring  to work its way inside, the slight twisting and turning, myself
moving from side  to side to help its entrance,

 Then the wonder of its penetration so slow and so firm, stopping now  an
again so we could both enjoy the throbbing of our love.
But at last the  fuck supreme, when it was perfectly fitted inside me, no
trowel handle, no  cucumber but the real thing, pure unadulterated hard deep
throbbing cock fucking  me the only way Dillinger could, deep and thrusting,
sometimes coming right out  which drove me insane, and then finding me
again for the big plunge, the feeling  divine until we bigotry reached  a
simultaneous  climax, his cock  bleeding cream inside and outside as I felt it
dribble down between and over my  hanging balls, his hand was there, just as
he'd cum, I came to, into his hand,  he pulling it back and rubbing his palm
into his face, then we taking each other  orally to enjoy the combined taste
of our love together.

Dillinger, my man for ever and ever ...