Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 17:37:25 -0500
From: Xander Giampaolo <xgiampaolo@hotmail.com>
Subject: How It All Started Part 2, New Year's Eve 2000

The following is a true account of sex between consenting men.  No names
have been changed to protect anyone, because no one here is an innocent.
If you are not supposed to be reading this type of thing... ciao!

Other than that... enjoy.

If you enjoy reading this, please feel free to drop me a line at my e-mail
address: xgiampaolo@hotmail.com.  I really like to hear from you guys!



How It All Started, Chapter 2... New Year's Eve 2000


After my encounter in the adult video store, I'd awakened a part of myself
that was dying to be fed.  In the following few weeks, I returned to the
video store and gave quite a few "feedings" to this hungry side of my
sexuality.  The side that wanted to make other men my playthings, to be
left in the dark, well hidden until the cravings came again.  I was
becoming more comfortable with the person that I was, and the feelings of
guilt were subsiding.

But now, I was battling within myself as to whether I wanted to be a gay
man, or did I just want some ass on the side.  You know, the occasional
blowjob from some talented fag couldn't hurt, right?  It just means that I
like to have my dick sucked.  Or maybe it means that I need to quit trying
to fool myself, and get a steady man.

Sigh.

In the meantime, the New Year was approaching, a time of renewing myself,
bettering who I was, and changing the things that I thought needed
altering.  A busy time, indeed.  I'd not told anyone of my little "trysts",
but deep inside I wanted to.  I had a girlfriend, for Christ's sake, and if
she ever found out, I'd be fucked... and not in the good way.  I had a
reputation to uphold.  My family simply adored me.  I was the good one, the
hard-worker, the one that would someday have it all...  a beautiful wife, a
house on each coast, 2.4 kids and a puppy.  I couldn't bear disappointing
everyone by being gay.  I just couldn't.  So, I kept it all inside.

On New Year's Eve 2000, I was at the gym doing my usual workout.  The gym
was closing early that night, as to allow people to go out and have fun
doing all the things that they came to the gym to try and erase.  My
sometime work-out partner Joey was there, of course.  He was always there.
He walked over to say hello when he saw me enter the gym.

"Hey X-Man, what's up?"

"Nothing man, just trying to get in a little exercise, and then I am going
home to watch the fucking ball drop."

"You mean you're not going out with your girl?"

"Nah."  I said.  "Sloane is gone to Connecticut to be with her family for
the week.  I'm just gonna go chill at home.  What are you up to tonight?"

"Well, I have to work."  Joey said.  "But it's going to be fun."

"I thought that you worked for the pharmacy, right?"  I asked.

"Well, I do, but I have some work that I do on the side, you know?  I dance
at clubs."

"Oh, really?  Well the times that we have gone out, you can't even dance on
the floor, much less get up on a podium and dance!"

"Fuck you, motherfucker!"  He jested.  "I make damn good money dancing.
Don't be so jealous!"  "So I guess all the girls are all over you, putting
dollars in your ass, huh?"  I joked.

"Well..." he said.  "It's usually mostly guys.  But shit, money is money!"

I tried not to look surprised.

"Riiiiiiiiiight."

I looked at Joey, as I had many times before, and yes, he was fine.  Very
nice body.  He'd worked hard, and was in top shape.  He was 26 years old,
with nice soulful brown eyes, and a handsome, angular face that told the
tales of his Indian ancestry.  His hair was almost jet black, a little past
shoulder length, and very healthy.  His body was very cut.  At 6' even, I
would guess that he weighs about 205.  I'd seen him naked many times, and
always marveled at how his cock, even flaccid, was about 7 inches long and
fat.

Yes, he was tasty.

"So, you wanna come with me tonight?  It'll be fun, man.  Much more fun
than sitting at home watching balls drop and all."

"Yeah, yeah I'll go."  I said.  "So where are you going to be working
tonight?"

"At Chrome."  He answered.  "It's a gay club.  I'll make so much money
tonight it will be absolutely ridiculous.  You don't mind going to a fag
bar, do you?"

"Naw, man.  People are people."

"Great.  Let's work out, and we can go catch a bite to eat afterwards and
then... off to clubland!"

We worked out together and chatted awhile.  The announcement came over the
speakers that the club was closing in 30 minutes, and we needed to finish
our workouts and showers.  Joey and I dashed into the locker room, and were
about to get showered.

"Awwww, shit man!"  I said.  " I may as well go home and shower, since I
have to get some decent clothes to wear anyway.  I wasn't planning on going
anywhere afterwards, you know?"

"Yeah buddy, that's cool.  Mind if I shower at your place, too?"

"Not at all."

"I already have my change of clothes and everything, so I don't need to go
home first."

"That works.  Let's go."

We went to my apartment, and I headed to the bathroom.  Joey followed right
in after me, and sat down on the toilet and talked to me while I got
undressed.

"You know, Xander, you're looking really good.  I can see it on your quads
where you've been doing a lot of work."

A bit uncomfortable, I responded.  "Yeah, thanks.  I have been doing a lot
of leg work, lately."  I pulled off my shorts and stood there in my
underwear, waiting on him to make an exit.

"Oh, well, I guess I'll go wait for you to get showered up, that is unless
you want to share a shower."

I looked at Joey and my heart began to race.  Is he being serious?  I
decided to play the "safe card."

"Not a chance, man.  Get your punk ass in there and watch some fucking
television until I'm done!"

We both laughed out loud.

He exited the bathroom, and I stood there, thinking just how fun it would
have been to actually take a shower with him.  I looked at myself in the
mirror, and admired my hard work.  Damn, I was looking good.  I reached
down and gave my cock a few tugs.  It was growing rapidly, and soon I had a
full erection.

"Hey X... where's the remote control for the TV?"  Joey asked at the closed
door.

"If it was up your ass, 'round the corner, eating a ham sandwich, you'd
know!"

That puzzled him for a second.

"Huh?"

"It's probably over there by my computer desk."  I laughed.

"Oh, okay..." He said.  "And stop talking about my ass, you freak!"

After my shower, I opened the door and proceeded to dry my hair.  Joey
immediately appeared at the door holding his gym bag.

"Dude, I need to start getting ready."

"Okay, I'll be done in a minute", I said.  "Gimme a sec."

"Hey, it's okay, I don't mind sharing the bathroom if you don't."  He said.
"I just want to get ready and get going."

He walked in the bathroom, and immediately started to undress.  I stood
there in my towel and continued to dry my hair.  I could smell his sweat
contrasting the clean smells in my bathroom, and I looked over at him.  He
was looking at my chest.

"Nice pecs." He said, and punched me in the chest.

"Man, quit ogling me, and get ready!"  I said.

By that time, he was bending over, and peeling off his underwear.  When he
stood back up, that monster cock was swinging proudly.  I looked down and
drank him in.  That was a fucking nice cock.  No doubt about it.  I turned
my attention back to the mirror, and saw him moving up beside me.

"Do you think that I should get my nipple pierced?"  Joey asked.

I looked in the mirror, and saw him gently pinching his left nipple, and
tilting his head quizzically, as if trying to imagine a hoop through the
brown nub.  His nipples were erect and very erotic looking.  He just stood
there tweaking that one nipple, and I felt my dick starting to grow
underneath my towel.

"Yeah, sure."  I told him.  "That would look good, I guess."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it."

"Are you gonna stand there and admire yourself, or are you gonna get
ready?"  I barked.  His just standing there was making me horny, and I was
getting "edgy".

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."  He said.  And stepped into the shower.  I have a clear
shower curtain, so I could see him in there soaping himself up, and running
his hands all over his body out of the corner of my eye.  I was almost
fully hard, and decided that I needed to go into my bedroom, before I
embarrassed myself.  Once I was in my room, I dropped my towel and stroked
my cock a few times, thinking of Joey.  I had to calm myself down before I
did something stupid.  I'd learned a lot today about Joey, and
subconsciously, I think I was trying to make it "okay" in my head to fuck
him.

Man.  What's happening to me?

"Hey X-man!"  Joey called out from the bathroom.  "Can you come here for a
second?"

I quickly put on a pair of boxers, and walked in the bathroom to find him
standing there holding a razor.

"Can you help me out, here?"

"What?"  I asked.

"Well, I kinda hate to ask you to do this, but can you help me shave my
ass?"

I just looked at him, and nervously started to laugh.  But he was serious.

"You want me to shave your ass.  Man, you're just too much!"  I started to
walk out.

"Xander!"  He called out.  "I'm serious. Please."

I turned back around and looked at him.

"Dude, really, I need this.  I know that you won't try anything, so that's
why I'm asking for your help."

I thought to myself, "Why did he feel the need to throw in the line about
me 'not trying anything'"?

I silently grabbed the razor, and he turned around.

God, his ass was breathtaking.

Firm, not a blemish on it anywhere.  Fine, dark hairs were on the cheeks,
and the cleft of his ass was dark with hair.  He reached back, and started
to spread shaving cream over the perfect globes.  This seemed like a scene
from a porno movie, but it was real.  And I had a hard cock.

He leaned forward and rested one hand on the tile wall of the shower, and
jutted his ass out toward me.  This opened up the crack a little, and I
almost lost it.  I loved the way that his ass looked.  I am definitely an
"ass man".  He waited silently for me to start.

"Well here goes."  I said, and drew the razor across his ass in smooth
trails.  He remained silent, and I could see him cupping his long cock and
balls as I shaved him.  This ass in front of me hypnotized me deeply.  He
reached back and spread his cheeks and I saw his asshole.  It was so
erotic.  I could see all this hair surrounding his pucker, and I was going
to have to shave it.

The silence in the room was agonizing.

He reached back with more shaving cream and massaged it around his wrinkled
pucker.  I immediately ran the razor across the area, so that I could see
it clearly again.  He made little grunting noises that I'm not sure he was
aware of.  He bent over even more, and jutted his ass out.  I really wanted
to lick it so bad.  He pulled his balls up closer to himself with his left
hand, and finally spoke.

"Can you get that little area behind my sack too, man?"

I couldn't believe this.  I was actually shaving my friend's ass.  I was so
hard that I could feel the pre-cum dribbling out of my dick.  I moved down,
and started to shave the area that he requested.  I had to cup his ass
cheek in order to do this.  It was so smooth, so perfect, so warm.  I
brought my face in closer, and blew lightly on his asshole before I
realized what I was doing.  He moved back gently, and caused his asshole to
come into contact with my lips.

"Oh, sorry... my bad." He said.

"Watch that shit!"  I said, as if I was upset.

"I didn't mean anything by that, I was just trying to get in a position
that was..." He trailed off into mumbling.

"We're done."  I nervously said.  "Your ass is fucking baby smooth.  I hope
that you are happy!"

He ran a hand back over his ass and said 'Yeahhhh, I like, I like..."

I slapped him on the ass and watched it jiggle softly.

"You like that ass, don't ya tiger?"  He said in his best gay man's voice.

"You're too much for me, too fucking much!"  I laughed, and walked out of
the bathroom, shaking my head.  Hell yeah, I liked that ass.  But for now,
I couldn't let that cat out of the bag.


We got dressed, and each did a couple of shots of vodka before we left and
drove around to find something to eat.  We found a little Spanish
restaurant that was open, and had black beans and rice for dinner.  It was
time to head to the club, and I was feeling good already.  We each had a
couple of shots of Bacardi Limon in the car.

When we got to the club, the loud techno music (my favorite) and flashing
lights overwhelmed me.  I hadn't really been out to clubs much since I was
dating Sloane, it just wasn't her scene.  There were large screens all
around that were showing various videos of men fucking, and also of live
cameras pointed on the crowd of people there.  This was a wild party.  Joey
introduced me to one of the bartenders that was his friend, and he agreed
to give me free drinks all night.  That alone made me extremely happy, and
I settled into a vodka martini, with 3 olives.  Joey let me know that he
was going to the dressing room, and that he had to start work now.  He gave
me a big hug, and kissed me on the cheek, which I thought was rather weird,
because we'd never shown that type of emotion toward each other before.

Funny what drinking in the middle of a gay club will do to you, huh?

I continued to drink, and watch all of the men in various stages of undress
writhing all over the club.

"What are you up to, sexy?"  I heard a voice say.

I turned, and there was a cute young man, about 21, with blonde hair, and
an obviously drunken smile on his face.

"My name's Rob." He slurred.  "What's your name?"

"I'm Paolo."  I said, going back to the name that I used when I was being
naughty.

"Are you Italian?  You're so handsome!"  Rob slurred.

"Brazilian."

"Oh!  I love Brazilian guys. Your skin is always so soft, and you guys fuck
like minks!"  He rubbed all over my arm.

"Riiiiight."  I said.  Looking for a way out.

"He got close to my ear and said, "I wanna suck your dick."

"Excuse me?"

"I want... to suck... your dick!"  He said louder.  I looked around, a bit
surprised at how unashamed he was.  I felt my cock twitch.  I tried to
rationalize what I was about to do.  "Well, he's cute.... And nobody will
know..." I told myself.  'And a blowjob is always a good thing..."

"Here?"  I said.

He grabbed my hand, and led me to the bathroom.  We went into a stall
together, and he immediately had my cock out, and in his mouth in seconds.
He slobbered all over my dick, and kept mumbling something that I couldn't
understand.  After about 3 minutes of this, I started to lose my hard,
because he wasn't very good, and he wouldn't shut the fuck up.  I pushed
him back a little, and tucked my dick into my pants.

"More." He said.  He sat back on his heels, and I could see that he was
jacking his small cock furiously.

"Hold on, I gotta find somebody."  I lied, and left him in the stall.

"That was... different."  I thought to myself as I walked over to the sink
to wash my hands and my cock.  The bathroom attendant looked at me, but
didn't say anything.  When I was done, he handed me a few paper towels.  I
gave him a tip, grabbed a few condoms from his bowl, and walked out.

When I got back out into the club, the first thing I saw was Joey on a
little raised part of the floor, dancing in a silver g-string.  He looked
great.  Already, there was money hanging out of his underwear.  I walked
over to him.

"Hey you!"  He said.  "Having fun?"

"Yeah, this place is wild!"  I said.

"Well, drink up, and enjoy!"  He gyrated to the music.

I went back to the bar, and drank, and drank, and drank.  I spent a great
deal of time watching other people, because the club was so packed, you
could hardly move.  I could see that the big screens now had changed to the
"ball dropping" in New York City.  I went out onto the crowded dance floor,
and was shaking my stuff with everyone else.  I was feeling great.  All of
these hard bodies were pressing aginst mine, it was like having a massage
while dancing.  Actually, someone was massaging me.  I turned around, and
there was a guy with the most vivid blue eyes I'd ever seen.  As soon as I
turned around, he kissed me full on the lips.

"Mmmm, you taste good."  He purred.

"Ummm, do I know you?"  I stammered.

"No, but you want to know me."

"Oh do, I?"  I asked.

"I know that I want to know you."  He said, before kissing me deeply again.

"Well damn.  You kiss very well."  That was all that I could say.

This guy certainly didn't look "gay" to me.  He was about 23, or 24 years
old I guessed, and had shaved his head bald.  He had a nice, dark goatee
and mustache that made him look very sexy.  He was shorter than me, about
5'9", and had a nice, sturdy build.  He'd taken his shirt off, his left
nipple was pierced with a small silver hoop, and had a few nice tribal
tattoos on his biceps.  It was those damned eyes that stood out, though.
So blue, so beautiful.

"You know..." he started, "they say that the person that you are with at
the beginning of a new year is the person that you will spend the most of
that year with."

"Well, since there are, oh, maybe 20 seconds left in 2000, you'd better run
if you don't want that person to be me!''' I joked.

"Oh no, that's why I Came to you."  He said.  " I want it to be you."  And
he kissed me again.

God, his kisses were electric.

I put my arms around him, trying to bring him into me, Into my very soul.
I was so needy for someone at that moment, and he was doing all the right
things.  I heard people counting down in the background.

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The year 2001 was here, and there was screaming and cheers everywhere.  I
was in this mystery man's arms still, and we kissed as if we were lovers
for years.  The kiss was finally broken, and he said...

"Wow.  Well, my name is Brian.  I'm so glad that I met you already."

"Yeah... umm, I'm Paolo."  I said.  "I... I... damn."  I was winded.  There
were men all around me planting kisses on me wherever they could reach,
with cheers of HAPPY NEW YEAR with each kiss.  I felt my cellular phone
vibrate in my pocket.  I tried to make my way from the busy dance floor,
and answered the phone.  The signal was breaking up very badly from the
noise, so I kept yelling into the phone 'Hold on, hold on!"

I got to the bathroom, and said "Hello?"

"Happy New Year Xander, I love you!"

It was Sloane.

"Oh... hey baby, I love you too... Happy New Year!"

"Where are you?"  She asked.

"Oh, just at a club here in Tampa."

"Oh.  I tried calling you at home, and I guess that's why I didn't get an
answer!"

"Yes, yes that would be why."  I said sarcastically

"Smart-butt, I miss you!"  She said.

"I miss you too."

I looked into a toilet stall, and saw Rob still inside, pants down around
his ankles, and shirt taken off.  He seemed to be half-passed out with two
guys trading off his mouth, using him to masturbate into.  I turned away
from that, and instantly felt sick.  I missed Sloane, and I loved her.
Here I was in a gay club, watching some dude that tried to suck my dick
pretty much getting raped in a bathroom.

Is this the lifestyle that I wanted?

"Well, I'm gonna call some friends.  Call me when you get home, I'll
probably still be awake."  She said.

"Yeah, I will."

"I love you, Xander.  I want this year to be so good for us.  I'm sorry
that I wasn't there with you, but you know... parents and all... I mean..."

"Yes, I know Sloane."  I interrupted.  "I love you too.  More than you
know."

I clicked the phone off, and stood there, dazed.

I turned around and there stood Brian.

He looked as if he wanted to ask who I was speaking to, but didn't dare
ask.  He looked over into the toilet stall, and saw the duo working Rob
over.

"Oh that's cute."  He commented.

I stood there looking sad.  What the fuck am I doing here?  I felt like I
really wanted to cry.

"What's the matter?" Brian asked.

"I just need some air, man.  I need to get out of here."

"Let's walk outside for a bit."  He suggested.  "We can get to know each
other better then."

We made our way out of the club, after getting hugged and kissed by what
seemed like hundreds of guys, we finally got our hands stamped for
re-entry.  We walked across the parking lot, and I was feeling very
light-headed.

"Let's go sit in my truck."  He said to me.  "I think you need to sit
down."

We got to Brian's truck, and he started to kiss me again.

"I'm sorry if you don't feel good, Paolo.  I want to make you feel good.
Is that okay?"

I didn't respond.

"He gently kissed my neck, and moved down to my chest, and began to rub it
slowly and softly.  He caressed my cock, and undid my zipper.  I didn't try
and stop him.  He began sucking just the head of my dick, making me moan.
His mouth was so warm.  It was a nice contrast to the cool air that was in
the truck.  I began to relax somewhat, but all I could see in my head was
Sloane.  I felt so bad that I was "cheating" on her.  That girl loved me,
and here I was getting head in a truck from a bald dude with tattoos and a
pierced tit.  Brian began to suck on my balls, and Sloane disappeared from
my mind.

Oh well, sue me.  I like my fucking balls sucked.

"God, your cock is so big."  He chimed.  "So fat, man."

"Yeah, suck it," I encouraged him.  He moved back up from my balls, and was
giving me slow head.  He used his hand to jack me off while he sucked.  His
mouth was pure silk.  "Oh fuck yeah, suck it."  I heard myself saying.

He began humming on my cock, and the vibrations were awesome.  He went all
the way down, and used his throat muscles to massage the head of my cock.
I rubbed his bald head, and was amazed at how sexy it felt.  He purred like
a cat, like a silky hot pussy, and continued to swallow my piece all the
way to the root.

"I want your cock in my ass.  I want you to make me your bitch tonight."
Brian whorishly sang.

"Make it happen."  Was all that I said.

"I know a place that we can go."  He said.

He pulled off of my dick, and started up the truck.  He drove to a secluded
piece of beach like area that had a really good view of downtown Tampa.  We
got out of the truck, and began to walk.  We could still see some fireworks
off in the distance.  He pushed me up against a palm tree, and began to
make love to my cock with his mouth again.  It was an awesome experience.
I lay back, looking off into the distance at the skyscrapers, and the dark,
clear sky.  It doesn't get much better than this.  He turned me around, and
began to kiss my ass cheeks.  He kneaded my ass softly, and planted his
lips all over it as if he was worshipping it.  The next thing I knew, his
tongue was bathing my asshole.  I sucked in air in surprise, as no one had
ever done this to me before.  He became very ravenous, and ate my ass like
a true professional.  His warm tongue bathed my hole and made me say his
name out loud.

"Oh fuck yeah, Brian!  Eat my fucking ass.  Eat it!  Fucking eat it!"

I tried to smash my ass into his face, to allow his tongue to go deeper.
He was like an ass-eating machine clamped to me.  I moaned and whined like
a bitch.  These feelings were too much for me.  I jacked my cock quickly,
about to orgasm.  I heard Brian mumble from down in-between my cheeks "I
need you inside my ass, daddy.  I need it!"  I winked my asshole on his
tongue a couple of times, and turned back around so that he could get to my
cock.  He stood up, and dropped his pants.  A nice cock stood up in front
of him.  Maybe 7 inches, nice and straight.  Uncut.  Without thinking, I
immediately got on my knees and began to suck his cock.

"Shhhhhhhhhhit!"  He growled.  "Eat it, man.  Eat that cock."

He'd shaved his cock, too.  It was very smooth, and sexual.  I usually get
off on the masculine hairiness of other guys.  This was a new, equally sexy
experience.

I sucked him for awhile, tasting his saltiness on my tongue.  He moaned
softly, and fucked into my face with slow strokes.  I rubbed my hands all
over him.  Smooth.  He placed my hands on his generous mound of ass.  It
was very nice.  Not hard and muscular, just big and meaty.  I ran my
fingers over his asshole, and he immediately got louder.

"Play with my pussy man.  It's all yours.  All yours!  Fuck!"

I inserted a finger into his ass and I swear that I heard him echo he was
so loud.

"Please fuck me, Paolo!  Please.  Fuck me now, Please!"  He kept begging.
I stood up and moved in behind him.  He bent over and touched the ground,
his big ass flaring open.

"Fuck it now!"

I placed my cock at the hole and rubbed it all over.  It was so hot there.
So soft and so good.  I bent over and spit directly on his hole.  I placed
my cock back at the hole and rubbed it in.  He pushed back, and tried to
make me enter him.  I remembered the condoms in my pocket, and reached
down.

'Don't stop, please!'  He yelped.  "What are you doing?"  "Putting on a
rubber."  I said.

"Oh, okay."  He said, and reached back and began to use some of his own
spit to lube up his hole more.

I donned the condom, and then grabbed his sides for some balance.  I pushed
into his ass, and met some resistance.  Brian was making all sorts of
moaning noises and I could tell that he was straining to push out, so that
my cock would slip in easier.  Finally, the head sunk in, and the rest
followed in one fluid stroke.

"Ohhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

He was tight, very tight, and I couldn't believe how hot it felt inside of
him.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhit!  Take it out, Paolo!  Take it out for a minute!"

I pulled my cock out of his ass, and he pulled up his pants and walked
around with his hands on his hips and his eyes closed.

"Owwww, that hurt, fuck!"

"I'm sorry", I said.  "You want to go?"  I said, as I took the condom off.

"No, nooo, not at all.  I want you to fuck me, but goddamn, that hurt!
Let's try another position."

He walked toward the water, and then turned back.

"Hold on a second."  He said, walking back to the truck.

He came back with a blanket, and lay it out on the ground in a clump of
trees closer to the water than we'd been before.  He pulled his pants down,
and lay on his back with his legs spread.  I walked over and joined him on
the blanket.  I looked down at him, as he gathered lots of his own saliva,
and bathed his hole in it.  I so wanted to put my mouth on his hole and
lavish it with wetness, but I was afraid to go that far.  I spit on my
hand, and rubbed it into his hole when he took his hand away.  I was amazed
at how sexy he looked spread out there in the moonlight waiting to be
fucked.  I knelt down and began to kiss him again.  Our tongues wrestled,
and my cock grew harder by the second.  I could feel our cocks brushing
together, leaking onto each other.  I began to kiss his neck, and I moved
down and took the tiny hoop on his nipple into my mouth.  He moaned, and
drew his legs up to his chest, and tried to guide my cock into him.  I
paused, and looked for my pants.  I reached in the pocket and got another
rubber.  He seemed to resent the fact that I felt it necessary to protect
myself, and said 'Jeeez!" out loud, and clicked his tongue impatiently. But
fuck, I only have one life and I am not willing to risk it for a piece of
ass.  When I was ready, he drew his knees back up to his chest, and closed
his eyes.  I placed my cock at his entrance, and slowly pushed.

"Shhhhhhhhit."  He said.  "God, your cock is so fucking fat!"

I eased up the pressure a little, and waited for him to relax some.  I felt
my cock slowly inching into his chute, and closed my eyes in concentration.

So fucking tight!

I continued to push in slowly until my pubes were flush with his hairless
hole.  Brian lay there breathing like he was trying to deliver a baby, but
whatever makes it easier for him.

"Dude, slow down your breathing... you're gonna hyperventilate!"  I told
him.

I felt his asshole spasming around my cock, and he was already cumming.

"Oh shit, oh shit, I'm cumming... fuck me, Paolo, quick... fuck me man!"  I
drew my cock out of him in short strokes, and fucked him while he writhed
underneath me, shooting all over both of us.  This was feeling really good,
and I started to long dick him.  He tried to push me away, and I asked if
he wanted me to stop.

"No, just slow down some, guy." He said "You're going to fucking split me."

I settled into a slow fuck, and his cock sprang back to life.  We kissed as
I fucked him, and he massaged my back and shoulders while I worked on his
tight manhole.  After awhile, I came, and collapsed on top of him.  He
kissed my neck and whispered in my ear that he never wanted me to go.  He
was a pretty cool guy.  Very nice, very fuckable.  But I was hungry.

"I need food."  I growled.

"Yeah, me too."  He agreed.  We got up on shaky legs, and walked back to
the truck.

"God, you fucked me sooo good!"  He said.

I blushed at what he said, and climbed inside his vehicle.  He drove us to
IHOP, where we went inside giggling like two kids on Christmas.  He talked
to me, and I began to see how intelligent he was.  We had so many things to
talk about.  My cellular phone rang.

"X-man... where are you?"  It was Joey.

"Oh, I'm just hanging out, man."

"Well, I am getting ready to leave the club in about 15 minutes.  Meet me
at the bathroom.  Where are you now?"

"Ummm, I'll be there."  I ignored his question, and hung up.

"Shit.  That was my friend that I came to the club with.  We have to go
back."

"Oh, I'll take you home."

"No, no.  I need to go back there, please."  I said to Brian.

"Well, okay."

We drove back to the club, and were getting ready to say our good-byes.  I
looked at Brian, and tears were rolling down his face.

"I don't want you to go, man.  I really don't."

"Well, I'll see you again."  I said.  "Don't start crying, man."

"It's just that, I know that you won't call me or anything.  I know that we
are not going to see each other again.  I have never had anybody make me
feel so good, and I know you probably have other people in your life, but I
want you, man.  I need you!"

"Uh oh... a co-dependant clinger!"  I thought.

"Don't say that, of course I'll call you!'  I said.

"Well here's my number."  he said.

He handed me the number written on a grocery store receipt.  Beside his
name he'd written, "I love you" with a little heart beside it.

I was amazed.  How can you say that you "love" someone that you just met?

I know that we'd connected, and I felt something for him, but it wasn't
"love".  I hugged him, and he continued to quietly bawl.  My phone rang
again.

"Xander, you're not at the bathroom... where are you?"

"Oh, I'm already waiting outside, man.  I'll be by the front door."

I jumped out of Brian's truck after one last kiss.  Man, he could kiss so
well.  He drove away with tears in his eyes.

I rushed to the front door of the club, as not to let Joey know that I'd
"hooked up" with anyone.

"Man, where have you been?"  He said.  "You just disappeared!"

"Oh, I just walked out for some air.  You know how smoke gets to me."

"Man, I made a shitload of money!  Wanna go eat?  My treat?"

"Nah."  I said.  "I'm ready for bed."

"What's that mark on your neck?"

"Oh, some dudes kissed me at midnight!"  I said.  "That was freaky!"

We both laughed, and went to his car, and then home.

I had trouble sleeping that night.  All I could think about was what would
it be like having a relationship with a man.  Was I ready for that?  Was it
destiny that I met Brian?  Is that why we hit it off so well?  What would I
tell my family?  I decided to cross all those bridges when I got there.  In
the meantime, I would call Brian.

I pulled out his number, and looked at the little heart that he drew beside
the "I love you", and my heart felt so good.  It was a strange feeling, but
I liked it.  I remembered all of the fun that we had the night before, and
I started to get hard again.  I dialed the number.

"Hello?"  An elderly woman answered.

"Ummm, yes... may I speak to Brian?"

"He's not here, he's at his girlfriend's house.  Who is this?"

I was shocked.

"Do you work with him?"

"No, no ma'am, I'm just a friend.  I was calling to wish him a Happy New
Year."

"Well, he's gone to Amanda's and he said that he was spending the night.
Do you have his cell number?"

"No. Could you give that to me, please?" I asked.

"Sure."


I called the number and Brian answered.

"Hello?"

"Brian.  It's me Paolo."

He was very quiet.

"Oh, hello.  How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks, really good.  Hey look, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Ummm, yeah.  Ummm.  Maybe I should go, I'm kinda busy right now."

"Look, I'm not gonna call you again, I just thought that you were serious
last night, that's all."

"Mmm hmmm".  He said.  Look, I need to go."

My heart sank.

"Well yeah, okay then.  Goodbye you stupid fucker.  I hope that you are
fucking happy.  You need to tell Amanda that you were my fucking BITCH last
night, okay?  You tell her that!  Tell her how you fucking CRIED LIKE A
BITCH!"

Click... and he was gone, just like that.

I felt so stupid.  So very stupid for letting my guards down like that.  I
wondered would I ever have a relationship with a man.  Can they be trusted?
Ugh.

I called Joey.

"Xander, I had a blast last night... how about you?"

"Yeah, man, it was wild. Fucking wild."

We talked awhile, and until this day I have never told him exactly what
happened that night.  I never heard from Brian again, but he taught me a
lot that night about relationships.

He really did.

But, it was a new year, and I had shit to do.  He was pushed to the back of
my mind, but yes, it took some time.  I was young and gullible back then.
A whole year ago.

Amazing what can happen in a year, right?