Date: Wed, 02 Dec 1998 10:02:39 PST
From: tarrant51@hotmail.com
Subject: Meeting Chris

Here's something I wrote recently, I'm not sure what category it falls 
under.  I just kinda write what I'm thinking and sometimes it doesn't 
lead where I thought it would.  This is entirely fiction, but the desire 
is very real.

			       Meeting Chris

    I met Chris through one of those peronal ads on the internet.  I tried
to be as honest as possible in the ad.  I said straight out what I was
looking for.  I wanted to have my first man to man experience, but I wasn't
looking for anything long term.  I knew I wasn't strictly gay, I still felt
very attracted to women, in fact I was living with a woman at the time, but
I had been having these fantasies lately about sex with another man.  Not
your normal daydream fantasies mind you, but intense sexual fantasies that
got me so hot that the second I got home from classes I would hop in the
shower and finger my ass until I had an orgasm.  I knew that I would have
to explore these fantasies to find out if that was what I really wanted or
not.
     So I placed the ad.  I immediately got responses, they ran the entire
spectrum.  Some of them were down right scary, one guy gave me a hotel
room number and a time in his first letter, and as intriguing as it sounded
I was no where near ready for that.  Another guy was looking for something
much more serious than I was ready for.  He was even willing to help me
relocate and live with him.  And though the idea of becoming some man's
housemaid by day, and fuck toy by night made me dizzy with desire, I wasn't
about to leave the woman I was living with.
     Quite a few of the replies were honestly interesting though, and I
answered as many as I had time to.  I exchanged hot emails for quite a
while with some (an still keep in touch with a few to this day) but most
turned out to live too far away, or our desires didn't coincide, or try as
we might we just never could work out a time to meet.
     But there was one guy, his name was Chris, who consistently turned me
on like no other.  What he had in mind, and what I had in mind seemed to
line up perfectly.  We exchanged emails for less than a month, and by then
we both knew.  We started trying to set up a meeting time.
     He was very understanding about my hesitancy.  It was entirely new
ground for me, and technicly I would be cheating on my current S.O.  But he
was patient, and when I asked if I could see him first he was all right
with it.  I had already sent him a recent picture of me, so it only seemed
fair that I get to look at him too.
     We decided to meet in the boys bathroom on the third floor of the CCC
at exactly 7:15 in the evening.
     I was more nervous than I had been for any date in my life.  I wore
tight black jeans and a plain white (maybe just a little too small)
T-shirt.
     When I got to the third floor, my hand shook as I opened the bathroom
door.  That late in the evening it was completely empty, except for Chris.
He was wearing blue jeans and a black sweater.  He had dark hair, not quite
a buzz cut, but short, hazel eyes, and full lips.  He wasn't overweight,
but he wasn't body builder either, he was just large.  He stood about 6'2"
(compared to my 5'7) and I could make out the outline of his pecs and
biceps muscles through his sweater.
     I'll admit right off that I didn't get turned on the way I do when I
see a beautiful woman in a shortlight skirt and heels, but I definetly
wasn't turned off either.  Instead of wanting him in a "taking" sort of
way, I wanted to be taken.  I wanted to be taken bad.
     He had a friendly smile on his face, his backpack over one shoulder,
and a paper bag in his hand.  My eyes, as if having a will of their own,
travelled from his large thick hands to the bulge in his jeans.  I felt my
face go eight shades of red when I realized what I was doing, and I mumbled
a stupid stuttering "hi."
     He maintained his friendly smile and said "hi to you too.  I can see
that your a little uncomfortable, so I'll make this short, I've gotta get
home to watch X-Files anyway.  I just braught you a gift," and he handed
me the paper bag, "I hope you enjoy it."  And with that he walked out of
the bathroom, making sure to just barely brush me as he went by.
     When I got home, I went into my little study room at the far end of
the trailer (sara was reading a book in bed, and beginning to nod) and
opened the "gift".  Inside was a dildo and a note.  The note said "
     Matt,
          This dildo is almost as big as my cock.  You can use it in the shower
     instead of your finger.  Just pretend that I'm there standing behind you asn
     you ram yourself down onto it.  Or even better attach it to the shower wall,
     and kneel down in front of it.  Close your eyes and see how much you can take
     down you throat.  By the time we meet for real, I hoping you'll be able to
     take it all the way.  Just remember, it's "almost" as big as me, that way when
     you get to the real thing, it'll still be a pleasant surprise.
          Hope to be fucking you soon,
           Chris

     I immediately brought the rubber cock to my lips.  I ran the head of
it around my lips, getting it good and moist, then I ran it acros my cheeks
and eyelids, closing my eyes and imagining Chris on the other end of it.  I
licked the head, and let my tongue trace up and down it's length.  The I
formed the most alluring O with my lips that I could, trying to imagine the
effect it would have on Chris.  I pushed just the head of it past my soft
eager lips and paused.  The I took as much of down my throat as I could.
     I admit that it wasn't nearly "deep throat" action, but hey, I was a
beginner.  I marked the spot around the cock with my thumb and fforefinger
and then dove down on it again.  This time I took it a little further, so I
moved my hand towards the base, marking my new "record".  I continued to do
this for about 15 minutes, each time trying to take more of the thing into
my mouth.  I made quite a bit a progress, but was no where near taking the
whole thing.  I sore that by the time I met Chris in person I would he
would be able to bury his entire man hood into my face.
     By this time I was so turned on that I thought I was going to burst.
I opened the bedroom door, Sara had closed her book and was almost asleep,
"I'm going to take a quick shower before bed O.K. hun'"
     "Fine, go a head, but then hurry into bed, I'm tired"
     I wasted no time getting undressed and into the shower.  As soon as I
was in the shower, and felt the warm water running over my body, I began
playing with the dildo again.  Running it all over my body, kissing it
fondling it, running it between my ass cheeks, and finally attaching it to
the shower wall by is suction cup base.
     The first thing I did was kneel down in front of it and take it into
my mouth again.  I didn't really work my way any farther down it, I would
need a lot of practice before I'd be ready for Chris, but then again, when
practice is this much fun, I really don't mind.
     Then I turned around, bent over and started to ease myself back into
it.  I probably should have fingered myself a little first, but I was just
to eager.
     I couldn't even get the head passed my tight sphincter muscle.  But
even feeling the pressure at the entrance was driving me wild.
     I needed that thing in me, I needed to be fucked and I needed it now.
I pushed back harder, determined, but still no go, there was just too much
pain.  It was probably a good thing that I was using this dildo first, had
this been a real experience with another person,, things would be getting
awkward right now.
     Then I had an idea.  I put a big dab of conditioner in the palm of my
hand and started to spread it all over Chris's dildo.  I can't explain how
good even that felt, imagining it was actually his cock that I was getting
good and lubed up, getting it ready to penetrate me.  I licked the way it
felt sliding in and out of my hand, the head, slick with lotion running
across the palm of my hand.  It was driving me crazy, I was literally
getting dizzy with anticipation.  I knew that if Chris, or probably any man
for that matter where here right now I would do ANYTHING for him, And that
feeling scared me alittle, but it excited me too, the thought of completely
placing yourself in another mans hands, doing anything to make him feel
good, becoming nothing more than his fuck toy.  I knew then and there that
I would have to carry this fantasy through.  I would have to meet with
Chris and experience this feeling with some one else nearby at least once.
     But for the time being my imagination and this dildo would have to
suffice.
     I turned around again and settle the rubber cock against my eager
hole.  I almost felt bad, I wished that it could be Chris to ppenetrate me
that first time, to appreciate my tightness fully, but there was no turning
back now, I needed something, anything inside me.
     I could tell right away that it was going to go in this time.  Whether
it was because of the conditioner, or if I had gotten so turned on that I
actually loosened up, I didn't know, but I knew that it was going in.
     I settled my weight back against the resistance, there was a moment of
burning pain, I felt something stretch and then with a "POP" it was in me.
I was penetrated for the first time by something other than my finger.  I
new right away that this was the right thing for me, it felt so good, so
natural, I felt fulfilled.  I couldn't help but let out a little yelp it
felt so good.
     Sara must have heard it in the other room "are you O.K. in there?"
     "yes, I just dropped the soap on my foot"
     "alright ... are you almost done?"
     "just a few more minutes hon'"
     The truth was, I wanted to stay like that forever.  I began to rock
back and forth on it, letting it slip almost all the way out, and then
pushing it back in as far as it would go.  I definetely had a limit.  Try
as I might, I couldn't get the whole thing in.  It seemed to hit a point
inside me and go no further, and my newly penetrated sphincter just
wouldn't open up wide enough.
     I imagined that Chris was behind me as I impaled myself over and over.
I imagined he was back there meeting me thrust for thrust and talking dirty
to me.  Calling me his bitch and his whore, telling me that I was his
little fuck boy and that he would do anything with me that he wanted and I
would take it.  And I knew I would, I'd take it, and I'd like it.  It was
in fact that slight feeling of fright and submission that really turned me
on.  I knew then that I was more than just a bottom, I was submissive too.
     Then I buried it into my ass as far as I could and just rocked on it.
I could feel an orgasm building deep inside me.  It was so intense that it
scared me.  I wished I had something to gag my mouth, I knew I would scream
when it hit.  I grabbed a slim lotion bottle and stuck it in my mouth just
as my orgasm washed over me.
     I think I really did black out for a few seconds.  When I came to I let
the dildo slide out of my ass.  I had to admit that I was sore, a little
more than sore even.  It might be a day or two before I could let anything
in my back door.  But that was O.K. I could just practice my deep throating
in that time.  I couldn't wait to write and tell Chris all about it, and
hopefully before too long I'd be able to show him what I had learned in
person.


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