Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 18:23:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Piner Byrd <pinerb@verizon.net>
Subject: Bird Hunter -- First Swallow

	The night was getting chilly and my suit jacket offered little
protection from the wind.  I quickened my pace back to my decrepit
hotel room.  I had been wandering the city for two hours since my
arrival.  Just wandering around the streets, rather deserted at 10 pm
on a Monday evening.  The only point of interest in this city so far,
had been a young handsome, black guy that I had found myself walking
along with in the same direction.

	 My glances were noticed and invoked a sarcastic,
"Ya see sometin ya like?"

	"Maybe," I responded. "Hope you don't mind my saying so,
but you are a very handsome guy."

	He suddenly stopped and looked down a dark alley we were passing.
I stopped too.  I was suddenly jazzed by adrenaline at the thought of
some danger that might be springing out of the alley, --or sudden
attack by this young guy that I might have offended.  But he just
slowly walked down the alley, turned back looking at me, with a
beaconing nod of his head.   He walked only a few steps and stopped
and peered --apprehensively I thought --down the dark alley.

	 I walked up to him, put on a smile, and said,  "Getting real
cold!  Good to get out of that wind for a minute."

	"Yeh man, I warm ya up" he says, as he moved behind me, put an
arm around my belly, and started to hump my butt.

	I worked my hand between us; and, My God! was he up and hard
already!  This was exciting, of course; but the situation was just
too fraught with danger.  He could have his hand on my wallet or a
blade in my back in a moment.  I fondled his joy-stick for a moment
longer; then quickly broke away to the lighted street, and quick-
stepped back to my hotel.

	My room was little more that a closet, consisting of a single
bed with some large pillows against the wall, a small dresser and
straight-back chair, and toilet in full view of the open bathroom door.
The room was half the cost of the room reserved by my company's travel
office, and for which I would get fully reimbursed.   I regularly
changed to the cheapest room I could get, not only because my wallet
sorely needed the change, but I didn't need a fancy room just for
sleeping.  Attending this two day convention was like a paid vacation
for me, just to get away from the hum-drum routine and to explore and
hunt a bit.  I wasn't ready for the sack yet; and wondered if the bar
might hold some adventure.

 	Bars are not my thing.  I don't feel comfortable in bars.  This
bar was almost deserted.  A few people were in one or two booths, but
the long bar was completely empty.   I like to people-watch and imagine
all sorts of backgrounds for them, or encounters I would like with
them.  I'm also aware that people can see right through me, especially
bar tenders.  And here I was at an empty bar; too damn self-conscious
to enjoy my drink, or bird-watching.  And you know what?  So many of us
are the same; and would like to break through our shells to others!

	 Then this guy came in and sat down at the bar, one seat away
from me.  He was just an average looking guy, mid-twenties, maybe a
couple of years younger than me.  We looked at each other.  I smiled
and made small talk about the chilly night.  He smiled back and made
noises that I could not hear.  I put a hand to cup my ear, --and
moved over a seat next to him.

	Maybe I was learning to be more forward (or brazen) and more
trusting and with more feeling for others.  Here was a person as
open for chit-chat, or company, as I was.   We quickly got into deep
talk about life and meeting and trusting people.  My drink was long
finished and my buddy's beer was mere foam.

	I had to stretch a bit and said how much I'd like to continue
chatting --but not here.

	"I have a bottle of scotch up in my room.   Maybe we could have
a night-cap up there?"

	"Sure, why not.  I enjoy chatting with you too," he replied.

	The guy (I never did get even his first name) was attending the
same convention so we had things in common besides our evident
aloneness.  We slouched lazily across the bed, propped against the
wall, and slowly slurped our Scotch and slurred our slowing, but
increasingly philosophical, speech.  Our talk turned to our religious
up-bringing (he, Roman and I, Anglican) and its increasing irrelevancy
as we graduated to richer understandings of life.  Of course, we had
removed suit jackets and ties when we arrived at my room.  Now we had
rolled up our sleeves a turn or two, loosened a couple of buttons, and
slouched, side by warm side, with entwined arms, hands clasped in
friendship, and fingers writhing gently in warm affection.

	I just had to pee!  I purposely left the bath room door open,
knowing I was in full view, whipped out my dick, pumped a bit to get
going, noisily raised a frothy foam, then continued for much too long,
milking the last few drops --as my dick raised his head in
anticipation of coming events.  As I returned, my buddy allowed as how
he, too, needed relief; and proceeded to give me an equally good show!

	As my buddy returned to our slouched and warm closeness, I felt
invited to explore more and more.  Wordlessly, he assisted as I
removed his shirt.  I pulled up his well-tucked-in tee-shirt and ran
my hand up under and caressed his chest and nipples.

	He "umm-ed," and said, "That's so nice."

	I suspected and so asked, "Is this your first time with a man?"

	"This is my first time with anyone.  The first time with anyone,
anytime, who has shown me any real affection," he returned.

	"Well, relax and let me show my feelings for you.  You are a
really fine person."

	That was the prelude to a half-hour of the most heart and soul
warming, yet slow and gentle, man-to-man love-making I had ever
experienced.  I wanted so much to express my love; express my real
appreciation for this person who trusted and welcomed my desire to
know him and be close to him.  I knew nothing would ever come of this
fling.  We were in a brief encounter, a one-night stand --if that long.
But I wanted to give this very nice person the best possible
introduction to sex that his upbringing had so denied him.

	My buddy showed great appreciation. Assisting as I undid buttons
and zipper. He 'Oh-ed' and 'Ah-ed' at all the right moments, as I
experimented with every possible way to give pleasure to this person.
His every feature was a treasure to explore.  His manly smell became
intoxicating.  The texture of his skin was so nice and smooth.  His
crinkly pubes tickled lips and nose.   His wrinkled balls had to be
explored over and over as they churned a bit on their own.   His
groans gave me continued reward.  Michaelangelo could not have
chiseled a more beautiful cock: goodly sized with generous smooth head
which gleamed tight when gently skinned back.  Oh so sweet to the
tongue tip as pearl drops appeared.  And so many ways to work tongue
and lips as it swelled to full glory and pulsed in anticipation.
Sized just right to ply its way past vocal cords that were delighted
in humming the goodness out of it.   I would have been content to
continue for another hour.  But glands had been stirring and pressures
building and all of nature working to climactic reward.

	The sudden, inevitable hardening signaled coming events.
Squeezing of knockers, quickening of bobbing, and more suction --
came to me naturally!  The Holy Event us upon us!

	 My buddy went rigid and yelled "Stop!  I'm gonna cum!"

	 I continued, almost frantically, and held him down with my
right arm across his mid-section, as I worked full magic below.
`This is  great!' I'm thinking, 'I want to take it completely',
as I hung on the cliff of anticipation.

	"No!  Stop!  I'm cumming!" he shouted, and then immediately
convulsed in orgasmic release.

	I received his blessed blast as a sacred communion.  How
excellent it was --his gift to me --so nice in taste and texture.
So much treasure to be slowly swirled for tasting pleasure and
slowly swallowed as a soul food.   Always before, I had hastened
to spit.  Now, on this occasion, his gift was sacred nourishment for
my soul.  Unfortunately, my moment of bliss ended immediately --and
tragically!

	"I told you to stop!" he shouted and jumped up.  He was shaking
with emotion.   "You didn't stop! You sucked my seed out!   Is that
all you wanted!?  All your words and high thoughts and that's what you
wanted?"

	The tears where flowing down his distraught face.  He struggled
and fumbled to get his clothes in order and buttoned --not very
successfully.

	I watched this drama in shock.   I feared his outburst could be
heard in adjoining rooms.   And what if he got violent with me?
My instinct told me to say not a word and maybe he would leave quickly.

	 He grabbed his suit jacket and top coat and ran to the door,
yanked it open, hurried out, and slammed the door behind him.  Whew!
I made sure the door was locked.  Hey now, I was shaking!  That was a
bad scene.   How quickly the event had gone from bliss to bluster.

	Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!  Someone was banging on my door. Oh God!
What now?  Better answer it.  Might be a house cop.  Surprise!
It was distraught buddy again.

	"You have my glasses!  I want my glasses!"  He rushed by me,
grabbed his glasses from the bureau top where he had put them, rushed
by me again and out the door.

	He was slamming the door shut as I called out, "Pax Vobiscum"
[Peace be with you.], but I don't think he heard me.

	Now, how does a guy sleep after such a drama?  What a guilt
reaction!  How would my buddy be able to live with himself until he
could find a confessor?  I had obviously, and grievously, misjudged
his degree of graduation in life.  Yet, I had achieved, gratifyingly,
a higher degree of understanding myself.

	The Hunter had snared his Bird, --and savored his First Swallow.

	The adjacent elevator whined its motors and clanged its doors
all night.   That's why the room was so cheap.


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