This is a true story by Michael Stewart, written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1989.
Copyright (c) 1989, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty
Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.

Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at
brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net

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                  "Docking With A Local Italian Stud"


The Diary of Michael Stewart:  Monday, January 30, 1989 -

     Bob was a guy whose acquaintance I'd made on another BBS, a straight
"chat" system.  We started chatting on-line because our IDs indicated we
lived in the same area, and sure enough, he lived about two blocks from me.
The conversation was relatively innocuous - the neighborhood, various BBS'
and so on - until I made a "pronoun slip" and he picked up on the fact that
I was into guys.  Lo and behold, Bob wasn't quite as straight as I thought
either!
     Things picked up kind of rapidly from there.  I transmitted my
description, which he said he liked, and he sent me his...bi, Italian, 24
years old, 6' tall, 175 pounds, jet-black hair, brown eyes, muscular
build...clean-shaven, 7" uncut dick.  You folks *know* the effect Italians
have on me, but he didn't - so I told him.  That evidently had an effect on
*him*, and the conversation quickly headed for the gutter.
     We talked for about 20 minutes online, and then, just about the point
when I expected him to ask to "go voice," he surprised me by asking if he
could come over, reminding me that he lived only two blocks away.  I
considered it for about 1/4 of a second and then agreed, incredibly
thankful that my cleaning woman had been in the day before.
     For the next ten minutes I sat as close to the door as I could,
listening intently for the sound of footsteps on the path.  All I could
hear were the traffic noises though, so I almost jumped out of my skin when
the doorbell rang.  I opened the door and
     -Jesus Christ!-
     His "transmitted" profile was one of those that was a definite
understatement:  this guy was HOT!  I almost raped him right there in the
doorway, till I remembered the old adage that, "Love is blind but the
neighbors ain't," so I invited him in and having offered him a soda,
scurried off to the kitchen to compose myself.
     When I walked into the living room, I almost dropped the glass on the
floor, because Bob had sprawled out on the couch, opened his jacket and the
shirt beneath it, opened his fly and pulled down his briefs, and was
sitting there on the couch with his fist wrapped around a decently thick
piece of meat.
     I managed to set the glass down on the coffee table and the few
seconds that took gave me time to stare up and down his body a few times. 
In the light, I could see his five o'clock shadow dusting his face...down
at the base of his neck, a tuft of hair that branched out into a fine,
dark, silky covering across his entire chest, and finally stampeding down 
the center of his abs, fanning out around his navel, then thinning back
into the treasure trail until it blossomed again around his crotch.  His
dick looked hot, with the tip just peeking out of his foreskin as he moved
his fist slowly up and down his rod.  He had his snowy white briefs tucked
under his nuts, and they looked pretty hefty, and the tops of his thighs -
what little I could see - looked furry.  It looked really sexy against his
olive skin.
     His legs were spread wide and he was slouched back on the couch, so I
stepped up between his legs and grabbed his shaft, letting my hand ride on
his as it moved slowly up and down.  He sighed and let go, leaning back a
little bit more as he folded his hands behind his neck.
     I stroked him, feeling the heat in his stiff dick.  I moved my fist up
and down a few times, and then grasped it around the base and peeled back
his foreskin...and then changed the position of my hand a little and
continued stroking.  On each up-stroke, I made sure I concentrated on the
head of his dick with my palm, and each time I did that, I could see his
stomach muscles twitch.
     I couldn't have been doing this for more than a minute when I saw/felt
him grab my hard dick through my jeans.  He massaged it through the denim
for a bit, then popped the top button...pulled down the zipper and tugged
them open.  He felt my cock through my briefs, grasping it roughly, fisting
it through the white cotton, and then pulled them and my jeans down to
about knee level and took my dick in his hand.
     There we were, him laying there with his eyes closed jerking my rod
and me standing with my eyes wide open stroking his.  Although we were
jacking each other slowly, there was an intensity...a firmness in the
grip...a strength to it all.  We weren't delaying, we were working up to
it.
     He let go then and stood up, bending over briefly to yank his pants
and briefs down till they were around his ankles, and he shuffled a step
closer to me.  He put his arm - his right arm - around the back of my hand
and pulled my face toward his, locking our lips together.  I felt his
tongue darting out, just tracing the outline of my lips, and I returned the
favor, the tip of my tongue just brushing the tip of his.  I could feel him
grab his dick with his other hand and start to stroke it, pulling it
upwards between our bodies.
     He let go of me and staggered back a step, still fisting his dick in
his left hand and wrapped his right hand around my rod, pulling it upward
in a rhythm with his own.  His eyes, his deep brown eyes, were open now,
staring into mine, but I kept breaking the stare to look down his body and
watch him fisting both our dicks.
     Then he did something that I'd only heard about but never tried.  He
moved...hopped, almost...a little closer to me, and I looked down to watch
him peel back his foreskin.  He held his dick straight out, and then held
mine in the same position, moving the two heads together.  Then he started
to roll his foreskin forward again, only this time, he covered the heads of
both our dicks with it!  I'd read about docking, but never had the urge the
try it...but I'd have done almost anything with this guy.  It wasn't a
perfect fit, but it felt...good!  Good, and erotic, and it was a hot
sensation being intimate with a guy like this to this extent.
     He was evidently satisfied with it too.  He grabbed our joined dicks -
right at the "seam" - with his left hand and started stroking them, very
gently back and forth.  What a fucking incredible feeling!  I could feel
the tingle all the way down to my toes!  Every few gentle strokes, he
twisted his wrist (or something; I had too many stars in my eyes to tell
for sure), so that the heads of our hard dicks rotated around each other
inside his 'skin.  Christ!
     With him coordinating the action, I had little to do but stand there
and enjoy it, so enjoy it I did.  I suddenly remembered I had hands, so I
raised them both to his chest and started them roaming over his pecs and
abs, feeling the muscles under the skin...feeling them tense...brushing
through the downy fur that accented his olive skin so well...flicking a
little at his stiff nipples...
     He spoke then.  "Ever try this before?"
     I told him I hadn't.
     "Do you like it?"  I said I did, and he smiled, and his smile was as
handsome as the rest of him.  It triggered something in me, something else,
and I felt myself heading for the finish line way too soon.  It felt too
good to stop though.  I told him, "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum
soon."
     He just smiled again and kept it up anyway...in fact, he sped up the
action a little bit, grasping a little more firmly.  Then he sped up a lot,
jerking both our cocks at the same time.  He started bouncing up and down
on the balls of his feet, stretching and thrusting the head of his dick
hard against mine.  He said, "Are you close?"
     I said I was.
     "Me too."
     He stroked more, harder.
     "Want to go for it?"
     I nodded, and dropped one of my hands from his chest to his balls,
hefting them in my hand.  He took his other hand and rested it on my
shoulder, supporting the two of us while he jerked us both in his fist.  I
wanted to shoot with him and it took all my concentration not to blow off -
a concentration that I lost when he said, "I'm gonna cum!"
     "Me too!"
     "Let's do it together," he gasped, and then he started a countdown:
"Five....four....three....two....one....ZERO!"  At zero, he threw his head
back and growled, and I let loose and started to shoot off, holding his
balls in one hand and his chest in the other, his hand on my shoulder....I
felt him cream too, and the pressure on my dick from that made it even more
intense.  I knew now why he had been "holding me up," because we both
staggered against each other...it was strong enough that my knees had
buckled.
     I finally felt like I'd been drained dry, and noticed then that he had
stopped moving his fist.  He still held both our dicks, but the only thing
moving was his chest as he breathed...panted, almost.  We disengaged almost
gingerly, and he apologized, saying that his dick was very sensitive after
he shot off.  As I was looking at the puddle on the floor, he surprised me
yet again...instead of pulling up his pants, he was taking them off, and I
was mystified until he asked if he could shower.  I showed him where the
bathroom was, then went and got two towels...one for him and one to clean
up the floor with.
     He dressed quickly after he got out of the shower, saying he had to
get home.  We paused at the door to share one more kiss, fully dressed this
time, and he said he wanted to get together with me again.
     I figure I'll show him one or two of my favorite tricks next time out!