Date: Mon, 22 May 2006 12:17:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: chris agotho <fellowladman@yahoo.com>
Subject: practice makes perfect

I'm not above finding a friend for a quick fuck.  That wonderful chance
meeting of eyes, the unspoken acknowledgement of "oh yea, you and me" then
rushing towards a bathroom or car where penises begin bubbling merrily
moments later.  "And what's your name?" Ah, but he's gone, and to be
honest, I don't really care about his name.  Sometimes you want to be in
love, sometimes not.  Sometimes a man just wants another man inside.  Nice
clean skin, a pretty face, a hard cock.  And oh...the magic of new flesh.
Everyone goes home happy.

Times of seduction are a different matter of course.  The chasing of a
young man who isn't quite sure, the wonderful moment when he allows himself
to be taken...my my such work is tedious sometimes, but the payoff is
bliss.  Ever struggled for weeks with a young fellow fresh out of
highschool?  The kind who is quiet and thoughtful, you know?  For me (and
everyone is different, yes?) they are the most rewarding.  Finding his
tender boundaries then slowly tightening the circle until his salty cum
slides down my tongue.  Bullseye indeed.

Billy C. was such a boy/man, his 19 years refused me for over 9 months.  We
fucked for a solid week in October after a slow approach finally led him
home.  Repetition is so important when teaching a boy about sex.  One small
encounter can lead to overwhelming guilt and debilitating inner
questioning.  When Billy finally gave into my gentle masturbating hand, his
bright eyes went from astonishment to anger to tears in a matter of
seconds.  What monster wouldn't stay to suck and finger Billy back to
happiness?  So of course I leaned in quickly to drink the sticky warmth, to
work the shaft back to perfection.  And the second cum was more trusting,
so much more relaxed.

By the time I was masturbating into his face, Billy's shame was turning
into...a quirky lustful smile.  Only a half-smile mind you, his demons (he
later told me) were still whispering "how wrong!" and "how disgusting!"
The splash of me into his smile altered things momentarily as we collapsed
in gooey kisses punctuated with mad laughter.

And so it goes.  Repetition transforms the wildly emotional into a hunger
all its own.  Gosh, after he's tasted the strange pleasures two dozen times
or more, a boy will hardly run away from himself.  For the next three
nights Billy and I wrestled philosophically while bathing in cum.  What an
amazing bath!  Billy licked my asshole, his whole body trembling with
erection and excitement...then questioned what was happening to his world.
He lay spread out in many positions, groaning as my cock slid in and out,
and in the very act we spoke of God, Jesus and sin.  We talked of his
mother's feelings, and I fucked him.  We spoke of his girlfriend, what she
would say, and I fucked him.  On the fourth morning we awoke and
masturbated each other and Billy's eyes glazed over with crazy lust.  No
words were spoken this day.

And then it began.  I had been reaching for him for each encounter, luring
him into my desires baby step by baby step.  Today he reached for me,
pushing me onto the floor, then riding me with mad abandon.  I felt he was
using me.  And I loved that he needed to use me.  When he screamed out in
orgasm this time, there was no hesitant sound to his voice.  This man and
boy was mine completely.  From deep within a guttural sound came forth and
all we felt or heard together was raw pleasure.

What can you do with a couple of dicks and two willing men?  You've been
there most likely, imagine and you'll see how we spent the next nights and
days.

I'm not sure if we're born gay or not.  I prefer to believe it's a
conversion effort, a coaxing which leads unbelievers to...fanaticism.  I've
lain hands upon many a young and old man who never looked back afterwards.
And I think the two of us (whatever friend happened to be with me) always
had fun after the initial resistance turned into heat.  It's just so
doggone difficult for someone to feel guilty if you keep eating their cum
and finding places for them to stick their penis.  Simplicity is best J

Billy now?  Oh he's a few years older of course (ain't we all, sigh...) but
comes by to remember occasionally.  We love different things sexually and
pleasing one another is always such a beautiful dance of give and take.
Once in a while he brings a young friend or two along.  Sucking and fucking
three boys, those gorgeous gorgeous cocks and soft young asses.  Ah, but
I'm rambling....

Well, I hope you enjoyed this little tale, drop a line if it pleases or
displeases--suggestions are welcome too