Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2002 19:57:40 +1000
From: Ian Richardson <ianrichardson70@hotmail.com>
Subject: In The Shadows

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead,
is purely coincidental. This is an erotic story and features explicit
sexual acts between consenting adult males. If this offends you, if you are
under age, or if it is illegal for you to read this in the country you are
residing in, leave now.

This is my work & it remains so unless I grant permission otherwise.

This is for djinn who nags & Scott who doesn't.



It is dark by the bayside. The moon is faint in the sky, dimmed by the
yellow white glare of the oil refinery lights on the far shore. Tall
thickly planted native pine trees screen the main road, going all the way
across the park to the narrow beach. Even though there are few branches
below a tall man's height, for those familiar with the dark places of the
night there is plenty of cover for... Apart from the gentle lapping of the
small waves on the hard sandy strip these is almost no noise, odd
considering just how close to one of the city's main roads we are.

Continually enchanted by this place, I am often happy just to be amongst
the trees, near the beach, beside the water and almost forget the urges
that have driven me here yet again.

Shadows are moving to and from the cars parked apparently randomly in the
small tarred space roughly in the middle of the trees. Tonight's patrons
are not the drive through crowd but rather the more predatory or cautious
sit and wait types. They value quiet, stealth, secrecy, furtiveness and the
adrenalin rush of the forbidden.

Lost in my own thoughts, enjoying the soft breeze and fresh salt tinged air
standing just back from the beach into the deep shadows of the trees I was
surprised that I did not jump as the firm arm slipped around my right side
over my flat stomach and pulled me gently into him. Soft lips nuzzled my
neck as dull stubble grazed tender skin. A large hand began it explorations
going over my left thigh onto my hardening crotch where it decided to
massage my rising to full attention.

I could feel in the small of my back his arousal, long, thick and getting
harder. My left arm going over his right I felt the soft hair of his
forearm, my thumb coming to rest on the smooth skin of his bicep bulge.
Arching back a little, with my chin I knocked his, landed my lips on his
and locked. My tongue darted over and began fencing with his as my right
hand reached up and back to explore a muscular butt, pinching and kneading
through the long runners pants that he wore.

Kiss broken, smoothly I am spun around towards and into him as he backed up
to rest on the broad trunk of the closest pine tree.  Again we kiss, one
hand of his on the back of my head pulling me in, the other firmly wrapped
about my waist. My own arms interweave with his as my hands roam over his
tight torso, burrowing under his shirt, sliding over smooth warm skin back
and forth, up and down, down into his waistband elastic.

As I sweep my hands around his butt, freeing his magnificence from the
confines of fabric, relishing its muscular pulses against my groin, I am
mildly surprised to find myself likewise exposed. For a moment a humorous
image of my present condition springs into my mind and I resist the impulse
to giggle.

His tongue tracks the sensitive lines of my neck and instinctively my body
arches further into his my hands now kneading the thickness of his upper
arms shoulders. Flexing his butt against the rough bark pushes him harder,
repeatedly into me whilst his hands on my butt tightens, releases and
tightens again in rhythm compounding intensifying all sensations.

I am losing myself to the heated waves of passion rushing through all of
me. Starting to gasp for air he is still quiet as his tongue dashes
teasingly about my ears, my neck kissing me fully deeply roughly softly
urgently.  Our skins are becoming damp and a cool zephyr arrives from
somewhere unnoticed and ineffective.  Up I am lifted and his mouth is at my
chest nipping caressing inflaming. I wonder how my shirt had opened itself
to him not wanting to stop barely able to contain myself I writhe against
but into his ministrations.  The moist length of him is gliding between my
legs that sensitive line of skin inflamed as unbidden I open to receive
him. The need in me is overwhelming as he enters swiftly and I tense,
pulse, in welcome bringing him deeper into the core of me. His bigness is
satisfying. I jump as he hits the spot so that he hits it again quicker
more frenetically more forcefully again again and yet again..our mouths
find each other tongues clash between short deep breathes our body
temperatures rising I am clinging to contain my release.  Waves of
pleasure, indescribable cascade over and through my entirety totally beyond
control I am bucking up and down the near full length of him the friction
on my own ramrodded between us so good almost painful.  Another full
powerful thrust deep inside of me and I feel him explode quiver throb.. too
much; I am gone as my release spasms between us spinning with fireworks of
ecstasy pulsating inside my mind, my clenching response encouraging him on.

Gently he now nuzzles the base of my neck, withdrawing himself carefully
though still erect. Arms enfolding me I nudge my way under his chin to
nestle in his comfort. Too soon he is redressing me unhurriedly tickling at
my legs and thighs along the way. Reciprocating I find the softness of his
flanks grazed by the pine tree bark. As I hesitate to touch a hand lifts my
chin and we kiss again lingeringly comfortably and we are back in order.
One last long kiss he has me against the pine now in his spot a hug and he
is gone melting into the depths of tree darkness.

My hearing gradually returns as do the soft sounds of the night beyond my
haven. The tree is holding me up.  Fulfilled desolate joyful dejected I
survey the beach the water and yellow white light beyond trembling, vowing
never to return knowing that I will.