Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2001 11:32:12 -0500
From: rfsc48 <rfsc48@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pen Pal

I have been corresponding with a guy for a while now.  Recently, he sent me
his pictures, first of him in Bikini underwear, then nude and finally one
of him with a hard-on and another of a close up of his dick.  It was a
sight to behold!  He was wearing jeans with the fly open from which
protruded his dick, standing boldly at a 45 degree angle.  His balls fell
out under his hefty dick. My what a gorgeous pair, they are!  Aaron is
compact, smooth athletic body like a swimming champion.  I knew from
writing to him that he would be compatible with me when it came to sexual
activity. However, for a long time, all we did was write hot letters and
fantasies to each other.

One winter he was going to Boston on a business trip.  We made arrangements
to meet at a ski resort.  It was mid January and we were having an old
fashioned New England winter. We didn't mind the cold. Our suite came with
a fireplace that was burning brightly as we sat down to a scrumptious meal.
We dined on roast duck and all the trimmings.  We talked across the
candle-lit table for hours.  Aaron was even more handsome than his pictures
could have ever depicted. Of course I was looking at him in candlelight
with love in my eyes.

After dessert, Cherries Jubilee, I suggested that we sit on the floor in
front of the fire to sip our cognac. We snuggled close to each other and
toasted through crossed arms. The room became unbearably hot; I guess the
combination of the fire, the cognac, and our own body heat contributed to
the atmosphere.

We undressed and were laying on the rug naked in each other's arms. We made
love -- the best I'd ever had.  We pleasured each other in every
conceivable way, all night long.

After our mutual climaxes, I decided to give Aaron a massage. What a body
he has: shapely legs and washboard stomach from years of working out.  His
arms and shoulders are muscular, but not too overly developed.  His ass was
the most beautiful I had ever seen.

I spent the next hour rubbing his neck, backbone, thighs, calves and even
feet. As my fingers made love to his body, he commented on my magic hands.
I paid special attention to his butt and the back of his thighs. My greasy
fingers would constantly be brushing his ball sac that lay between his
outspread thighs.  When he turned over on his back, I massaged his
shoulders, chest, stomach and legs.

His dick kept getting in the way as it swayed back and forth and bobbed up
and down.  I had to do something, so I took it into my mouth and pistoned
my head up and down its length until I sucked him dry.  Finally, it went
down so I could continue the massage.  However, a little while later, it
was standing straight up and getting in my way again. When I started to
suck him again, he moved his body into a 69 position and we brought each
other off.

We were exhausted, but never did make it to the bedroom, instead we slept
in each other's arms on the floor.  The fire had burned out during the
night and we awoke, shivering. We finally went into the bedroom and
snuggled together beneath a down comforter; our naked bodies joined at the
hip.