Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2009 18:23:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Dean W <wayslinky@yahoo.com>
Subject: Garden Party

We chatted a couple times, most of it exploring sexual scenarios. It was
clear that Mark was wealthy. And that was confirmed when offered me a
airline ticket, prepaid to meet him for a party out in California, for one
day. I didn't believe it at first, but I made the phone call to Delta and
confirmed it.  I took him up on it. I flew from Cincinnati to San Francisco
that Saturday and didn't get into San Francisco until 01:15 A.M Saturday
morning. That was like 4:15 a.m. in Ohio time. He didn't meet me at the
airport, and the trains weren't running regularly, so I didn't get to his
place until something like 3:30 Pacific Time.

Mark lived in a condo building. I buzzed his condo from the lobby for about
five minutes. I was sure I had the right place and right buzzer because it
was all marked pretty clearly. I knew I couldn't have the date wrong
because he reserved the friggen ticket. So I just kept buzzing. After about
ten minutes he came to the intercom and told me the code to get up through
the elevator.

Mark had an incredible place. The view from the windows was rather
industrial at that time of the morning, but the interior and furnishings
were opulent. This guy did all right, for sure.

I was ready to crash, and he let me. All I had with me was a gym bag with a
few things. So I just laid-out on the couch and fell asleep. I don't know
what time it was. Probably 4:00 a.m. before I fell asleep.

He woke me up at about noon to go to the party he had mentioned. I was my
usual incoherent self after too little sleep and jet lag, but I managed to
stumble around enough to get my teeth brushed and and I started to get
dressed. He didn't tell me to bring any good clothes, so all I had were my
jeans, sneakers and two tshirts. He said that was fine so I expected it was
a casual barbeque or something.

I was wrong, it was a garden party with mixed couples, most of them nicely
dressed. They were mostly middle aged, although some of the gay couples
were more varied in age range. Some of the women had floral sundresses on,
and nearly every man had on slacks, a belt, nice shoes....I felt like an
idiot.

Mark let me off the hook by not introducing me to everyone. And I got to
wander around and look at the garden. It was more like an estate. The party
was centered around the fountain. I wondered whether the owner was
famous. The tables were layed out with some really nice cold food, and
there was a table with about twenty different bottles of wine set-up with a
stack of wine glasses about three feet high. I knew what to do with that.

I walked around and looked at the valley over the garden ledge, drank red
Napa valley wine, and was seriously contemplating finding a corner and
getting some more sleep. But Mark approached and put his arm around me.
That was the first time I actually got to touch him. It woke me up pretty
clearly. He had me taste the wine he had, and he tasted mine. Then he
kissed me. Right in front of all those people I didn't know, he kissed me
slowly and thoroughly. When we seperated a bit, I looked around; nobody was
paying any attention to us. Mark put his wine glass down and had me do the
same, and he led me to a terrace where some mixed couples were dancing to
some Brazilian-sounding music. Mark enveloped me in his arms and we started
to sway to the music. I was stiff and nervous at first, not being the
dancer-type, but the wine and fatigue loosened me-up a bit, and I started
to get into it. I laid my head against Mark's shoulder and just sort went
along for the ride.

Mark pressed against me, and the warmth of his body had the expected
effect. My blue jeans were too tight for a comfortable hardon. Marks hands
explored my butt cheeks and pulled me closer together so that our crotches
were snug against each other's right thigh. He kissed me again. I had to
reach down and loosen the top of my jeans for a second so my hardon could
straighten, He laughed about that, and slid his hand up the back of my
shirt.

We made out and danced like that, pausing to drink the wine. I was enjoying
the buzz and the hardon, and Mark's kisses and attention.

He left me standing there for a minute while he refilled both of our
glasses. Damn, that wine was good. We embraced, made out, and drank until I
was unsteady on my feet. But I didn't care. I was almost asleep on Mark's
shoulder for a second when he reached down and undid my jeans button and
unzipped me. I was shy about the exposure and tried to press against him to
hide the obvious, but instead he turned me around, with my pants undone for
everyone to see. There really wasn't anyone nearby, but I was still
nervous. Mark's hands started to work again. He slid his fingertips all
over my belly and chest, and teased my nipples. He knew from our chatting
about my nipples. He tugged my jeans down a bit, with my boxers with them,
and I was abruptly free of constraint, and exposed to the afternoon sun.

Mark kissed my ear, and tongued its depths, while his fingertips lightly
circled my nipples. I stuckout like a flagpole. I didn't care who saw me. I
was horny and this gorgeous man was doing me. I wanted it all.

Mark said, 'Baby, you really need to be fucked, do you know that?', but he
didn't give me a chance to answer; he kissed me and tongued my mouth in the
deepest of kisses. I felt my spine go limp. I imagined he was holding me
up. When he freed my mouth I could only say 'OK' stupidly. But he got the
idea. We walked to the pool area. there were a couple people on chaise
lounges sunbathing, and one couple doing a blowjob on the poolside. I
wanted to watch, of course, but Mark led me into the pool house..

Mark shut the door, He threw a chaise lounge cushion on the floor and took
off his clothes. I watched him take most of his clothes off, until he
paused and looked at me and silently raised his eyebrows quizzical look. I
got the message and undressed. We were finally naked in front of each
other, the way we had imagined in our chat sessions.

I knew what to do next. I kneeled on the cushion. I took his cock and
caressed and kissed it. I wanted it completely hard and ready. Within a few
minutes Mark settled into the warmth of my mouth and I could feel his
rhythm start to form.

I asked him in the voice he liked from our chat sessions: 'will you fuck
me?'  He silently smiled and reached into his shorts pockets and found a
condom. He opened it while I made sure he stayed firm with my mouth. We
slipped it on with lots of tongue encouragement. he guided me down to the
mattress and laid me on my back. He knew what and how I wanted it. Exactly.

He raised my legs back so that my knees were close to my shoulders, and
knelt between my thighs. he stroked his condomed hardon and kept it firm. I
arched-up to touch him, and my anus met his shaft tip. He pushed against me
and we settled back down to the cushion with my back. He pushed. I watched
his face. He looked into my eyes and pushed, and pushed. And I began to
open. I felt the head enter. He stopped. I squeezed. It hurt, in sprite of
my stoic face. 'Do it' I said, in an almost challenging voice. 'Fuck
me'. He pushed again. I had taken things before, hairbrush handles and the
like, but this was bigger, perfect. It hurt but didn't hurt.  I loved it. I
had always known I would. And he wanted me. He took me completely. I fucked
with him. Hard, then soft, fast strokes, slow long strokes. He would
slip-out of me with a gasp, and re-enter me with my gasp. He began to
develop a faster rhythm, and I settled back to enjoy his orgasm.

Mark was going to come soon. I watched his face, and saw him smiling,
glancing down between wincing. He had kept his hand off my cock for the
most part, but now he held me. He squeezed it, milked it, while he fucked
me. It was all I needed. I cried out that I was cumming, and he released my
cock. I spasmed but withheld the orgasm for a moment watching my own cock
bounce with his pounding....only a drop of semen fell, the gush was
suppressed for the moment. Mark felt my squeezing on his cock and went over
the top. He started to shout 'Oh yeah, Oh yeah'. He held my cock again and
fucked me furiously while I humped against his warm hand. It was a violent
ending. We screamed together as we came together. I shot all over my chest
in gobs, and Mark did likewise inside my rectum. He collapsed on me and I
held him.

Just as when I masturbate though, the semen on my chest quickly becomes
cold and clammy. I guess I'm not an afterglow lingerer. He lifted himself
up with my semen in his chest hair, and I licked-off what I could. He
withdrew with one final gasp, and we began our cleanup to return to the
party.

Mark and I didn't have time for a subsequent encounter that day, as my
flight back was late Saturday night and the rest of the evening we were
always in a hurry it seems. I slept like a baby on that flight though.