From: evelandj@cgsvax.claremont.edu
Subject: A BBS Tale
Date: 26 Apr 1994 17:51:02 GMT
Organization: CGS

A good many years ago, I was assigned by my boss to look into 
computer bulletin board systems.  We were bidding on a contract 
that required us to put a BBS into place, and none of had any 
experience with such things.  So with my boss's blessing, I sat 
down to my computer and decided to begin exploring what the BBS 
board world had to offer.  The local computer handout mag had a 
pretty complete listing of numbers in the back.  After trying a 
few pretty ordinary boards, I began to notice the numbers of some 
all-gay boards.  Remember they told me I should do it!  So I 
began to sign onto several of these...
 
The basic rule of BBSing, I've figured out later, is marketing.  
How do you present yourself in cyberspace so that you'll appeal 
to those you want.  A pretty good rule, I've found is that most 
people subtract five years and ten pounds, and add two 
inches...but I was new then, and I was honest.  Not that I had 
anything to be ashamed of.  In my mid-thirties, I had the taut 
muscles and the blond hair that came with swimming a mile every 
day, and a solid seven and a half inches when I was interested.  
If I could be honest, why couldn't everyone else...?
 
Well, as you may imagine, I had a couple of Dates from Hell the 
first times out on the board.  How could someone who sounded so 
neat and sexy on the screen turn out to be this old troll, 
lurching toward me in the bar where we'd agreed to meet?  Or this 
total nerd complete with pocket protector, with the little drool 
while we talked and I looked around for the exit?  Anyway, after 
a couple of these, I was getting a bit skeptical.
 
About this point, my boss told me that I had to make a quick trip 
to Los Angeles.  I'd found a board in LA that at least sounded 
like it had some pretty hot guys on it, though I was developing a 
bit of healthy skepticism about self-advertising.   As I signed 
on the night before I was to leave for LA, I was hoping...but not 
seriously expecting.
 
Right away I found myself paged by someone called CHIPPER.  The 
name intrigued me, since as a kid I'd had a friend by that name 
with whom I got introduced to the tender pleasures of adolescent 
cock sucking.  Obviously different, but I did have a sore spot 
for the name...and this one sounded real hot.  His description 
identified him as 5'11, 160, blond...and 8 inches!  Size isn't 
everything with me...but like for most of us if we're honest, it 
damn well doesn't hurt!  Anyway, I answered him and we got to 
chatting.  We shared some of our previous experiences...and 
eventually got down to what we both liked.  Turned out that we 
were real compatible...basically, there wasn't much of anything 
we DIDN'T like...The upshot was that we made a date for a couple 
of nights off.  He'd come by my hotel and we'd take it from 
there.
 
The trip was easy and the day's work went by pretty fast...of 
course, by the end of the day, I was so anticipating the evening 
that it was lucky I was wearing dark pants...the moist spot would 
have been a dead giveaway in khakis!  Back at the hotel, I 
stripped down, showered, douched out, and pulled on a tight white 
T-shirt and a pair of white gym shorts.  I figured that if we 
went out, I'd be OK in sunny LA...and if not, it'd come off easy.
 
The knock on the door came about five minutes early.  I set down 
the drink I'd been working on and opened up.  My God, this 
certainly made up for all the previous trolls!  He was just as 
advertised, and more...tight muscles under his tank top, curly 
blond hair, tanned and smiling face, firm thighs with a fine 
cover of blond hair over the smoothest-looking skin I'd seen in 
ages...and the tell-tale bulge in his spandex shorts that told me 
he'd had a long day of anticipation as well...
 
"Come in," I said.  His smile widened, and he heaved a sigh of 
relief as he walked in.  "God'" he said, "I hoped you were real -
- and you certainly are!"  His eyes traveled up and down my body, 
and I felt the familiar tightness in my groin that told me he was 
striking a nerve.  We both laughed, and stood a minute eyeing 
each other.  
 
"A drink?" I offered?  "Sure," he replied, and I poured him a 
bourbon on the rocks as I freshened mine.  Already off to a good 
start...a common taste for good bourbon.  Could a taste for good 
cum be far behind?  We talked idly for a bit about the city, the 
weather, work things...but we could both feel that the tension 
build between us, and we savored what was coming.
 
I stood up, walked behind his chair.  His eyes followed me, and 
as I passed behind him, his head tilted backwards and his shock 
of wavy hair fell back.  I bent forward and our lips 
met...tentatively at first, then, with what seemed a great rush, 
we opened to each other.  Our tongues met, entwined, pushed past 
each other...inhaling the sweetness of his breath and feeling his 
tongue reach around for the secret places in my mouth left me 
suddenly loose and relaxed.  My hands went into his tank top and 
found his tits, already enlarged and almost vibrating.  I ran my 
palms over them gently, then as he shivered slightly, I took them 
between thumb and forefinger, and began to squeeze and roll them 
back and forth...he let out a little extra sigh, leaned back 
against me further, and inhaled my tongue even deeper.
 
Suddenly he reached back, and his hand grabbed my arm.  I found 
myself pulled around and swung into his lap as he sat there.  His 
strong arms went around me and pulled me to his chest.  With one 
swift yank he'd torn off my shirt (well, it was a LITTLE torn 
earlier...) and his mouth found my left tit.  His teeth began to 
bite in, and I squirmed in his arms...but I certainly wasn't 
going anywhere, not with him holding me like that...and the 
pleasure that came with the pain rose up and blotted out anything 
else.  A soft roaring filled my ears, and I realized that I was 
arching back to give him full access...
 
Quickly he stood, and with a movement worthy of a dancer twisted 
me around and full length across the bed.  Lying on my back, I 
was very much aware of how my shorts were tenting up...and the 
Lycra left little of him to the imagination either.  Pulling off 
his shirt, he straddled me on the bed.  His hands began to move 
up and down my chest, now pulling at my tits, now sliding down 
toward my navel and into the waist of my shorts.
 
Well, he'd surprised me enough...now was his turn.  Levering my 
body up, I tilted him back onto his...and the tables were turned.  
Now I slipped down and began to work his cock with my lips and 
teeth through the hardly confining spandex.   He groaned 
slightly, and arched his back up to press his hardness into my 
eager mouth.  A few minutes of this was all I could take...a 
quick tug on his waistband and his full eight inches popped free, 
throbbing after its confinement in the now-wet spandex.  A moment 
to appreciate its visual qualities...now it was taste that 
mattered!  Opening wide, I took him in, running my tongue up and 
down his shaft and around the tightly engorged cockhead as my 
lips opened to take him into my throat.  Down, down...was this 
cock never going to reach bottom?  As my lips buried themselves 
in his tightly curled blond bush, I realized that for the first 
time ever, I'd taken the full length of the biggest dick I'd ever 
had in my hands...Goddamn, I muttered to myself through the thick 
meat I was swallowing, goddamn, goddamn
 
Now he was grabbing the back of my head and pulling me up and 
down his length...frantically I tongued him as the first drops of 
pre-cum began to ooze out...the salty sweetness drove me nearly 
wild, and I bucked up and down his cock making little oohing 
noises.  Suddenly I was flipped back on my back again, he was 
face-fucking me hard and fast...I opened up and let him call the 
shots now.  I could feel him tensing...
 
But he wasn't ready to take it too far, too fast...He slipped 
down, and with one smooth motion had my shorts off and his mouth 
firmly around my throbbing cock.  I can't imagine ever being so 
hard in my life!  And he was GOOD!  Little up and down motions, 
great tongue action, now suction, now release...I was flying to 
the goddamn MOON!
 
Now I had his full attention...my hips started to move up and 
down, thrusting in and out in time with his bobbing head.  
Gradually, we both slowed, sensing together what was coming...his 
dick, now shiny with spit and pre-cum, bounced against his tight 
belly, as he reached back for my ankles and swiftly lifted them 
up onto his shoulders.  I felt his fingers, now slicked with the 
lube I'd carefully positioned on the night stand, begin to reach 
for my waiting ass.  Arching back to give his full access, I 
waited for him...
 
Now I felt his cockhead begin to tease my hole.  Moving a little 
in, then out, till I thought I'd die!  Bucking up, I felt him get 
the knob through the tight muscle ring...the familiar warmth 
began to spread up through my guts as I felt him slide with one 
long smooth stroke into my hole...I bore down, and heard his 
momentary gasp as my ass clasped his full length like an internal 
hand, pulling him into me...
 
Now he set up a pattern of strokes -- short, long, short, long.  
As he fucked my butt, one hand worked my tits, the other wrapped 
firmly around my ball-sack and pulled and worked them with a 
steady motion.  My dick bounced against my belly, back and 
forth...now I felt him pick up the pace, his breathing shallower 
and faster, his head thrown back, mouth open...with a final 
mighty deep lunge, he screamed as I felt his warm cum erupt into 
my bowels.  I arched my back up to take his full length as he 
thrust again and again as hard as he could against my ass...then 
more slowly, as he slumped back on the bed, pulling me forward to 
lie against him...
 
A moment's rest...then it was my turn!  As he turned onto his 
stomach raising his gorgeous tanned ass muscles up to me, I 
parted his legs and got a good look as his puckered red hole.  I 
bent forward and ran my tongue around it, then with little short 
jabs I began to penetrate the muscle, feeling his tightness 
against my tongue...
 
Enough preliminaries...a splash of the waiting lube, and I 
positioned my dick at his gate.  No fancy stuff now...I was too 
hot and ready, and so was he!  A quick plunge and I was buried to 
the hilt in his canal, so hot and wet and firm around me.  I rode 
him as hard as I could, and he took it all and more, bucking his 
ass up to pull me in, then almost expelling me on the out stroke.  
I felt the tension building in my balls and the base of my dick, 
and I knew that I was ready.  Falling forward, I reached around 
him, and pulled his chest firmly against me...As we came together 
full length all along our bodies, my legs hooked into his, 
feeling him every inch along each other, I poured myself into him 
in floods...he clamped down on my cock, milking out the last 
drops that fell forward as I pulled back and dropped to the bed 
beside him...
 
Later, after a great dinner and another full go-around, I saw him 
to the door...flopping back on the bed and pouring myself a 
nightcap, I suddenly became aware that all through this scene, 
the curtains of my hotel room had been open...and there, across 
the courtyard, in the room facing there was a guy standing at his 
window, looking across at me...and putting down his binoculars on 
the table...
 
Well, that's another story...LA is always a special place to 
visit, no...?