Date: Wed, 21 Aug 1991 13:53:00 -0400 

This is a little something that I wrote with a specific strayt boy in
mind and this is how I was imagining our first time together if it
happened.  The tone changes constantly from realizing it is a fantasy
and forgetting it is because I get so wrapped up in the images.  I hope
that it works that way for you too.  It's really short and isn't at all
the typical "big cock" story.

michael j pastor iii

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Since the moment I paused my gaze upon your cherub face have I desired
to hold you in my arms as if my own.  To kiss your smooth brow,  to
graze my lips against your lidded eyes.  It would be enought for me to
rest my fingertips beneath your chin and and jaw sublime.  I fear
pressing my mouth to hard for fear of brusing your flushed lips. 
Giggling mad, I put you above me and let your locks tickle my face. I
tilt my chin answering your question unsaid, pre-conceived, to meet your
tongue, to beg you to go elsewhere, every where.  You lick my chin
dartingly and proceed across my neck and my nape and my chest and
continue onward down.
	I stop your erotic procession across my skin, because your maticulous
patience is too intense on my sensitive body.  I wrap my arms around
your ribs and lock my hand to my wrist.  You mockingly struggle, but I
sense it as the excuse to feel us point to touch to point to touch.  I
slide my hands down to your petite, symetrical, muscular, downy ass and
cup my palms firmly to it.  Then I feel your steeled length beside mine.
 Our mouths lock and we search for each other's souls with our tongues. 
The pressured friction builds as we grind our pelves together and our
chest together and I feel your legs lock onto mine and I bite your neck
in passion.  The bodyheatfriction increases in its frequency until it
becomes ultrasonic , and the feedback deafens our mind until it explodes
in color and we crush ourselves together and shower the other with waves
of seaspray.
	We lay back, panting, and holding and let ourselves dry to each other
feeling forever connected. 
	And we dream...