Date: Thu, 19 Aug 1999 20:02:07 AST
From: Desert Rat <desert_rat_98@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Mix Up (MM)

I guess it all started as a result of a visit to Knickerbockers, which is the
name of my gym.  Knickerbockers wasn't directly involved but was just the
starting point for a chain of events that changed my life in many ways.

My name is Scott Timlin and I'm an independent contractor who does consulting
work in the marketing field.  It was early Friday afternoon and I was about to
leave for London for a presentation to a client.  I'd been working until 10:00pm
for the past ten days on the presentation so I hadn't been working out which I
normally did three to four times a week on doctor's advice ever since I was
diagnosed with extremely high blood pressure at 27 years of age.  My week in
London would mean almost three weeks without a badly needed workout.
Knickerbockers was the only luxury in my life.  Not just from the time stand
point from the financial as well.  It is a viciously expensive place that
catered to busy executives.  Not that my two person office would qualify me for
executive status but I liked the place the moment I walked in two years ago and
have never regretted the decision to become a member in spite of the expense.
You see, early in life I set a goal for myself to be financially independent by
the time I was 35.  That meant being frugal in many areas if I was to achieve
this.  Knickerbockers membership cost more each month than I spent on my car
payment.

It was Friday afternoon; I was at Knickerbockers preparing for my work out.  I
had almost two hours until my flight.  I already had my boarding pass and with
just a carry-on suit bag and my computer case, I didn't have to wait in line for
check in and could proceed directly to the departure gate.  I had already
decided I was going to leave my car at the office and take a taxi to the
airport.  The work out went smoothly and felt good.  I wordlessly accepted the
rebuke from Stan, my trainer, for being away for so long.  He said on my next
visit, he would give me some exercises to do if circumstances made it TOTALLY
impossible for me to come in.  Once back at my locker, I rang for an attendant
and ask him to call a taxi for me and I was off to the shower.  As I stepped
out, the towel attendant presented my heated towel and I felt good about myself.

My actual presentation would only be one or maybe two days but the rest of the
week I was going to play tourist.  It had been a while since I had been in
Europe and the other times had always been for business reasons.  I said I was
frugal and wasn't about to spend the money if someone else was willing to!  I
dressed in my freshly pressed suit and as I exited the locker room into the
lobby, an attendant met me with my bags and carried them to the door instructing
me to wait and the receptionist would inform me when my cab had arrived.  I
still had an hour until my flight.  I sat in one of the high back chairs and
inhaled this privileged atmosphere like oxygen.  Occasionally a member would be
leaving and would nod at me on his way out.  Yes, I felt like I had "arrived" by
working out with board members of oil companies, movie producers and other
studio executives, real estate tycoons and politicians.  Not to mention the
occasional Hollywood personality who hadn't made it big enough yet to make a
personal trainer and home fitness center a life's necessity.  I glanced at my
watch several times while waiting and after about 20 minutes, I became concerned
and asked the receptionist to call again.  She did and said that all the cabs
were busy, after all, it was Friday afternoon, but they were trying to dispatch
one for me.  She assured me that even if they failed, one of the attendants
would drive me.  I relaxed again feeling like some sovereign lord.  Finally, she
came over smiling at me and said a cab had arrived.  I stepped out the door just
in time to see another person jump in and the cab pull away.  I groaned.  I had
just a little more than a half-hour until my flight.  I was about to go inside
and request an attendant's assistance when a cab pulled up stopping for traffic.
I bolted to the door, flung it open and jumped in.

The lone occupant and the driver both tried to protest.  I cut them off.  "Look,
I'm late for a plane and have to get to the airport.  I don't care where you are
going but I'll pay that fare and my own if you take me to the airport first."

"Hey buddy, you're in luck!  That's where we're headed but it's up to my fare,"
the driver said.

I turned to the young man sitting beside me, he had a computer case open and had
been doing something.  My line of site didn't allow me to see what was on his
screen but he quickly snapped it shut.  I put on my most imploring look and
said, "Please, this is very important and if you're going to the airport anyway,
it won't be an inconvenience and I'll pay your fare.  Please."

"That won't be necessary.  I suppose it is okay," he said in a soft but deep
voice.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," I said settling into the seat.
He zipped his computer case shut and sat it on the floor which was now crowded
with my computer case and suit bag.  He looked to be in his mid 20's and had
closely cropped dark red hair.  He had nice looks in a boyish sort of way that
was emphasized by the spray of freckles across his nose and onto his cheeks.  He
was tall and had a large frame, probably over 200 pounds.  It looked to be solid
muscle since he was wearing a T-shirt that showed off a nice pair of pecs.  He
also had great looking biceps.  Developing my biceps had recently become my
priority and was now one of the first things I noticed about men.  I dug my
planner out of my suit bag and retrieving my cell phone out of my jacket pocket,
put them in my computer case.  Since I was going to work on the plane, I wanted
all my stuff together.  I returned my computer case to the floor.

 "Are you returning from or going on a trip?' I asked deciding to make a little
conversation with my benefactor and that was always a safe topic.

"Returning, I've been here on vacation.  It was my first time to visit L.A.
You?"

"Going.  Business trip."  I was about to ask him where he was from when the
driver had to break hard and swerve to avoid hitting a car that had cut him off.
The violent action caused us both to slide off the seat and our bags scattered.

"Asshole!" the drive yelled.  "Better buckle up guys, the weirdoes are out
today."

We settled back in our seat searching for the seat belts.  We arrived at the
airport with no further conversation: both of us had been unnerved by the near
miss.  At the International Departures Terminal, I grabbed my bags and started
to jump out but forgot about the seat belt and it jerked me back making me loose
my balance and falling against the other guy confirming his muscle mass.  I got
unfastened, threw a $50 bill at the driver, told him to keep the change from a
$33 fare and jumped out throwing a hurried "Thanks" at my short time companion.
I got lucky and security didn't give more than a passing glance at my PC case so
I didn't have to open it and boot it to prove it was the genuine article.  I
sprinted to the gate with seconds to spare and sweating like a racehorse but
still proud of the fact that I was hardly winded at all.

Once in my seat in Business Class, I accepted a glass of champagne from the
attendant to help steady my nerves.  He took my coat and stowed my two bags in
the overhead.  I sat down and breathed a long sigh of relief.  That had been
close.  My presence wasn't actually required in London.  My counterpart in the
client's office could handle the presentation of my data if he had all my files.
We had talked several times on the phone and I had been faxing and E-mailing
some documents to him on a regular basis but the final report and the slide
presentation was in my computer.  For obvious reasons I held back with the
complete data but his input along the way had been invaluable since he knew both
his own company and their market far better than I did.

I only occasionally got to work outside the U.S.  In this instance, my client
was a small but prestigious chain of gourmet food stores that was opening a test
store in the U.S. and wanted to know more about the demographics of several
target cities.  The work was actually easy since all I did was tap the work that
had already been done by others and was readily available to anyone but I
"packaged" it and came up with a damned impressive presentation.

But more than anything else, I think I was looking forward to unwinding for a
few days.  I found that Knickerbockers had made a slight change in me aside from
the physical changes that were dramatic considering the shape I had been in.
Stan stayed on me and monitored my progress weekly.  But there were now some
subtle attitude changes that came about slowly.  Lately, I was thinking about
hiring another guy to take some of the load off me and for the first time, I was
thinking that maybe being totally independent wasn't such a hot shot idea if I
wasn't enjoying it.  I was even thinking about a new car and maybe even a full
time girl friend.

Once the seat belt signs were off, I got up, stretched, and decide to at least
review some of my data.  I pulled my computer bag out of the overhead and opened
it.  The first thing that I notice was the flashing light telling me it was in
stand by mode.  That was odd, I didn't remember putting it is standby since that
always wasted power.  With a total of over ten hours flying time, plus the time
for a brief stop in New York to pick up more passengers, I wanted to make sure I
maximized the resource.  Then my blood ran cold.  This was not my computer.  I
looked again in the overhead thinking that maybe I had someone else's bag but my
suit bag was up there and nothing else.  I had inadvertently gotten the other
guys computer case.  They were identical Targus bags.  I sat down with a thud
still holding the open case and looking at the computer in disbelief.

What now, I thought.  Although Ian had most of the raw data, I still needed my
finished product for the presentation and it was on my computer.  Even my back-
up disks were in that case going God only knows where.  The man had never said
where he was going.  Well, the solution seemed pretty simple, there was bound to
be some form of personal ID in the bag.  I first looked in the pocket that was
intended for that.  There was nothing.  I searched every pocket and compartment.
There was nothing but the PC, related peripherals, a couple of CD's and some
manuals.  Looking at it now, the computer case looked to be new and I wondered
if maybe he had bought it during this trip.  That certainly might explain why he
hadn't yet put any sort of address anywhere.  "Ahhhh!" I almost shouted, he
would call the office!  My bag had my office address and phone number.  By now,
he would undoubtedly know he had my computer and I had his.  We could DHL them
back to each other.  I knew Nancy would already be gone but the answering
machine would be on and I could pick up messages remotely.  I was certain he had
already called.  I picked up the air phone and dialed the office.  After four
rings, the machine didn't pick up.  It was set to pick up on three rings.  I
felt sweat trickle from my pits down my sides.  Nancy forgot to set the machine.
With me always working so late, we seldom set it but I had reminded her that
since she also was taking the week off, to set the machine before she left.  She
wouldn't even be there come Monday.  I'd call her at home and ask her to take
care of it!  I reached for my planner....  It was in MY computer case!  Nancy
was having trouble with her ex-husband so her number had recently been changed
and was now unlisted.

Now my forehead was damp.  Would I ever see my machine again?  I tried to calm
myself by telling myself his was a newer and better machine.  He would want it
back.  I had my office address and number inside my computer case.  My planner
was in there also and even it was bound to have my home address on something and
I was listed.  However I didn't have an answering machine at home.  Since we
needed one for the office and I didn't have a personal life, mine went to the
office.  I rang for the attendant and requested a double scotch on the rocks.  I
zipped the bag up and sat it on the empty seat next to mine.

Now what?  Okay, looking at the whole situation rationally, the guy WOULD want
his back.  I was positive of that.  He had my office number and would call there
but he would have no way of leaving a message or even knowing he was actually
getting my office.  He knew I was going out of town but I hadn't said for how
long.  But without my computer, there was no reason for me to continue this
trip.  I wondered if Ian could get a day or so delay to the presentation.  I'd
call him but his phone number was in my planner also.  I remembered the fax
number because it was so easy with it being 333-4444 and the city and country
codes could be gotten from any phone book or operator.  I'd send a fax
explaining what had happened.  I couldn't fax from here because I wasn't certain
this guy had fax software and even if he did, it was already past quitting time
in London.  Regardless, I decided it would probably be a good idea to send the
fax as soon as possible but I'd have to do it from New York and that meant
getting off the plane and finding a fax machine.  That was no problem since I
was a member of several Executive Club Lounges.

Okay, I'd get off the plane and fax Ian but he wouldn't get the fax until Monday
morning and that would be just before the presentation at 9:00am.  I could, and
would, E-mail him also.  I knew his personal E-mail address, which we had
exchanged, just in case, but even if he got the message, what could he do until
Monday?  I doubted he could call the people involved at home and inform them of
the situation.  No, nothing could be done on that end until Monday but even if I
got back to L.A. tonight, there would be little that could be done to get me to
London by Monday morning.  I half heartedly thought about the British Airways
Concord but dismissed it.  At four times the cost of a comparable Business class
seat, it was a frivolous idea.  Knickerbockers was getting to me!

The attendant arrived with my drink and I took a couple of calming sips.  There
was no way around it; I had no option but to get off the plane and head back to
L.A.  While I was waiting for my plane back to L.A., I'd fax Ian and check to
see if I could possibly get lucky (it didn't seem possible) and this guy have
software for my Internet provider.  I could log on as a guest and maybe he
wouldn't even know I had used his machine.  Once back in L.A, I could call
forward the office number to my home and just wait.  I'd pick up a new answering
machine on the way home just to be on the safe side.  Once I knew where he was
from, I could fly to his city, bribe him into meeting me at the airport, make
the switch and then fly on to London.  It was a pretty simple plan and I doubted
little could be done to fuck it up but the way I was feeling right now, I felt
like I could fuck up a wet dream.  I relaxed and settled back in my seat
finishing the last of the scotch and ordering another one.

When the pilot announced we were about to touch down, I signaled the attendant
and told him I would be getting off in New York.  Since I had no checked
baggage, there was no problem.  Twenty minutes later I was standing in a
deserted departure terminal.  The last flight to L.A had already left and there
wasn't going to be one until morning and with it being a Saturday, I knew it was
going to be late in the morning.  The lounges were all closed.  Yup, I could
fuck up a wet dream.  I walked out to the sidewalk and hailed a cab knowing, but
not caring, that I was about to be ripped off because of the hour.  I told the
cabby to take me to the nearest hotel.  We were there in two minutes for which
he charged me $25.  I pulled out a twenty and a five out of my wallet and handed
them to him saying nothing at the blatant overcharge.  He held one bill in each
hand looking back and forth at them.  "What, no tip?" he said with disgusted
surprise.

"A tip?  I'll give you a tip!  The tip of my dick and then some if you'll bend
over," I said getting out of the cab and slamming the door in spite of the sign
requesting it not be done.  The driver sped off with a squeal of his tires.  I
went inside and requested a room.  Since it was an airport hotel, it was almost
empty on the weekend and had plenty of rooms.  I scribbled out a quick note to
Ian on the fax form.  The cost would be billed to my room.  Probably at $20 a
page. I finally got to the room and set my suit bag down.  I wanted to throw the
offending computer case against the wall but after all, it was my fault.  He
hadn't handed me the case; I just grabbed one.  Totally my fault.  No use in
taking it out on an innocent machine.

With all the sweating I had done, I knew I needed a shower but before doing
that, I wanted another drink.  I got a bucket of ice from the machine at the end
of the hall.  I stripped as I raided the mini bar of its outrageously priced
booze.  It was coming out of my pocket but I needed it.  I was still feeling the
ones from plane and their effect had been intensified by my being too upset to
eat the meal.  Now my stomach rumbled reminding me I hadn't eaten since
breakfast.

Once I was clean and wearing a fresh pair of underwear, I decided to see if the
computer had the software I need to send Ian an E-mail and ask him to call me at
home tomorrow afternoon so we could make plans.  It was still early Saturday
morning in London.  I woke the machine up and was greeted with a divided screen.
One side had a letter or E-mail the machine's owner had been preparing and the
other had a naked picture of a rather large blond man sporting an erection.  The
naked man was not the red head from the cab but in one lower corner was the
hairy knee of a second person that looked like the hair had a red tint to it.
There seemed no reason to speculate: these were obviously two gay men and I kind
of thought there was a strong possibility there had been some sexual contact.

I glanced from looking at the man's crotch to the note.  He had only had enough
time to write a half dozen lines.  My guess was that the cab had just picked him
up at one of the downtown hotels when I barged in on him.  The note started
"Eric, my man-stud!"  I didn't read any further.  It was bad enough I had seen
this much.

I suppose this would be a good time to tell you that aside from a jerk off buddy
when I was a kid, I've never had sex with a man.  My boyhood buddy, Sam and I
had grown up together.  We went through those boyhood curiosities and would
examine our crotches and pits for those first few hairs and measure our pricks
to see if they were growing yet.  I was the first to cum but then he shot his
first dribble a week or so later.  As nature took it's coarse and we started to
mature, the loads were increasing in volume and a mutual jerk off just seemed
too messy and embarrassing to continue.  We both keep jerking but wouldn't ever
admit it to each other.

That was the extent of my sexual experience with another male.  However, I'm not
certain when it first set in but the thought of two men together having sex did
not disgust me.  It didn't turn me on either.  It was just there.  I knew there
were many varieties of sexual expression some of which turned my stomach and
some I was just neutral about.  Gay sex was one of the neutral ones.  It seemed
to me that sex with another man was childhood innocents compared to some of the
others!

The sex I had with women was okay.  I didn't see fireworks or hear brass bands
but I always came and more often than not, so did she.  It was basically the
same as when I jerked off which I routinely did once a week.  You see, because
of my life's objectives, a relationship had always been impossible.  From time
to time I sought out the company of a woman but it seemed like they were always
clinging and trying to develop casual sex into a commitment for life.
Occasionally, one would try to see more of me eventually giving up saying my
work was both my wife and my lover and there wasn't room for another.  Jerking
off was actually as satisfying and less costly.  I never fantasized while I
stroked.  I tried that and found that events within the fantasy would set off a
stream of thoughts that would remind me of something I had forgotten about or
needed to do and then I would have to stop and add it to my planner before I
forgot.  Then I'd have to start the fantasy all over.  No, I usually just
focused my attention on my knob and tried to keep a blank mind.  It seemed to
work but somehow, I thought I was missing something about the concept.

With a deep sigh, I pulled down the menu to find Windows Explorer so I could
check for the required software.  I got lucky and my service provider was
preloaded.  I again wondered if he would notice if I used it but decided he
would undoubtedly know I had seen what I had seen.  I mean, it wasn't as if I
was snooping was it?  I had a natural need to find out who he was and get back,
as well as return, what was mistakenly switched by me.

I logged on as a guest and then sent Ian an E-mail telling him what had happened
and asking him to call me.  I gave him the hotel phone numbers if he got up
early and my home phone number if he didn't.  I sent the message and then
decided to delete any temporary files to help cover my tracks.  Maybe he
wouldn't be savvy enough to know how to see if I had used the machine.  To be on
the safe side, I did a search for any files that had been modified or created
since I got his machine by mistake.  I looked at the clock on the task bar.  It
was set for the same time zone as California so maybe I got lucky for once and
the guy was only going to San Francisco, after all, he was gay so maybe he was
from the gay Mecca.  But he had said it was his first time in L.A. and that
wouldn't really make sense.  I knew there was a heated rivalry between the
cities but I couldn't see anyone being so snobbish as to never visit with the
other city being so close.

Then I hit on an idea, I wonder if he had registered the computer.  There might
be a file with a phone number if I could just find.  If I knew where he was, I
could fly directly there.  I did more searches and failed to turn up anything.
Even all the software was listed as "Pre-installed User" I speculated that he
had just bought the unit since it was obviously new.  All of the files were
either six months old or older or they were saved within the past three days.

I was just about to power down when I saw a directory that was named 'Eric'.
Remembering the blonde's name, I clicked on the directory and opened it up.
There was about two dozen files.  I could tell from the file extension that they
were graphic and not text files.  More pictures.  I forced myself to shut down
with out opening any of them.

The scotch had soothed my frazzled nerves but it was still too early for bed by
L.A. time.  I decide I needed to go to bed anyway since I would be up a lot
earlier than I was used to consider the time differences.  To do that would
require a sleeping pill.  My doctor had prescribed some very mild ones to help
my irregular sleep patterns, which he also thought might have contributed to my
elevated blood pressure.  I only took them a couple of times a month.  Taking
this one was a mistake and helped hasten my downfall.

Having an empty stomach, the pill rapidly took effect and I went to sleep almost
instantly once I turned in. I slept for an unknown amount of time before
surfacing in a dream.  I was lying on a bed in a room, a room I had never been
in before, and a dark haired man was sucking my cock.  All I could see was the
top of his head and a vaguely recognizable profile of sorts.  The expert suck
was sending waves of pleasure through my body the intensity of which had to be a
part of the dream for no oral sex that I had ever experienced had been so
pleasurable.  The tentacles of the intense sensation that snaked through my
entire body were increasing with each swipe of this stranger's tongue on my
sensitive knob.  My cocksucker could feel my orgasm near so he slowed his pace.
My body squirmed and he slowed more.  Finally with a mighty groan I arched my
back driving my cock to the hilt in his mouth.  My cocksucker wrapped his
muscular arms around my thighs and ground his mouth down on me.  My spasms were
violent and the orgasm seemed to last forever.  Then my body went limp and my
captor let go of my thighs allowing my prick to slip from his mouth as I fell
back on the bed.  For the first time, the man who had wrenched such a massive
release out of me raised his head.  I was looking into my own grinning face as I
/he licked the cum up that was running down my/his chin.  "Wanna taste..." I/he
said but the words evaporated into reverberations as I woke up with a start.

I lay there seemingly not on the bed but floating above it, not daring to move.
I was flat on my back, the covers were down around my thighs and my cock was
straining at the front of my under shorts.  The realism of the dream had been
unsettling.  I turned on the light and glanced around fully expecting to see my
double crouched in a corner.  I was alone.  I pulled my cock out expecting it to
be wet with cum and spit if not from actually having been sucked then by having
experienced a wet dream.  But it was dry as the proverbial bone.  Hard as one
too.  I had sprouted wood and you could have driven nails with that fucker.  I
chuckled but it was a nervous laugh.  I got up a little unsteadily.  I felt
lightheaded and my mouth was dry.  It probably was a combination of the sleeping
pill and the alcohol.  I went in the bathroom to get a drink from the bathroom
sink.  The reflection of my body with my hard-on slung out to the side greeted
me.  This is not a foreign sight to me.  I wake up in this state every morning
and sometimes, my cock is sticking out either the waistband or one of the legs.
But somehow, at that particular moment, the sight of it in this condition
tantalized me.

Now, I'm not any more narcissistic than the next guy but in the past two years,
my bod had undergone a metamorphosis and a lot of times, when I was naked, I was
looking at the body of a stranger.  I suppose you could say I had become a demi
hunk.  I still had a long ways to go before I could match the likes of the guy
from the cab but I could more than hold my own with his friend, Eric and I knew
my cock was bigger than Eric's was.  I started back towards the bed but as I
passed the computer, I suddenly felt drawn to it.  I remembered all the photos
in the directory and felt I had to see them.  I knew I was invading a stranger's
privacy but I had a need and besides, he would never know.  Maybe I could let
the power run down and say it had drained before I discovered it wasn't mine.
But the power cord was in the case so that excuse wouldn't work.  I still didn't
know his name and decided to call him "Nameless"

With no second thoughts, I booted the machine and went to the directory.  I
opened the first file.  A smiling picture of the naked Nameless came up on the
screen.  I had been correct.  His body was very impressive but he was pretty
sparse in the chest hair department.  My own healthy growth would put his to
shame but body hair was no substitute for his broad, thick chest.  He had just a
halo of reddish hair around each nipple and then a swath between his pecs.  The
hair ended just below his sternum and then continued at his navel before ending
in a thick luxuriant red patch from which an erect and decidedly thick cock
sprung up.  I knew he was thicker than I was but I was possibly longer but the
perspective was distorted due to his being so thick making him look shorter.
Still, his body...

The second photo was of Eric sucking Nameless.  I could tell Nameless was taking
the picture just as I suspected Eric had taken the first one of Nameless.
Nameless had caught Eric in mid-suck and Eric was about to swirl his tongue
around Nameless' knob.  I actually could feel it.  I opened every photo and saw
images of the men alone, usually sucking the other's cock or balls and then
images of both men together either sixty-nineing or stroking each other.  I
didn't know who was taking the pictures of them together but suspected the
camera had been propped up on a table or something and the timer allowed to do
its trick.  But the action in those looked staged and didn't hold the same
appeal.  My favorite was a picture of the two just kissing while holding each
other with the head of their cocks touching.  There was no faked action and the
camera was just below their knees making their cocks look massive.  I'd never
tasted a cock before but I knew what it would taste like.  Suddenly, I could see
myself on my knees in front of them with both cocks in my mouth even thought I
knew it would be physically impossible to take them both at once.  But I was
sucking for all I was worth.  For some reason, this didn't shock or even
surprise me.

The last photo was of Eric alone.  His cock was almost completely limp and it
looked a little sticky.  I assumed it had been taken after they had finished
their sex.  In this shot, it was evident Eric wasn't circumcised by the way the
loose skin was bunched up around his cock head.  Circumcision, now there was a
topic I didn't think very many men ever thought about.  To clip or not to clip?
Others than the clipee always made the decision.  I was clipped and wondered
what it was like to be unclipped.  Or for that matter, what I would even look
like unclipped.  I vaguely remembered seeing a picture of an unclipped cock when
I was a kid.  I didn't remember much about the guys I had known in high school.
Trying to recall, they all seemed to be clipped.  I saw very few naked men at
the gym or at least only got quick glimpses.  At the gym, the showers were in
small tiled rooms with an area outside the shower stall that had a chest high
partition allowing men privacy.  Once dry, a man was free to either wrap a towel
around himself or just walk to his locker naked.  Most men did the towel
routine.  I wouldn't have bothered to but I knew I wasn't of the same social
caliber as these men and mimicked what the other guys did hoping not to stand
out.  Once back at the lockers, a man had to more or less reveal his "stuff" as
he dressed.  I remember seeing a few of the guy's pricks.  Yes, I checked other
men out.  Every man did, straight or gay, or at least those that didn't have
severe sexual hang-ups.  I laughed to myself.  Did I have any sexual hang-ups?
Here I was a man who considered himself to be straight and I was stroking my
cock while thinking about sucking the cocks of two total strangers!  To what
other depths did my sexuality flow that I was still unaware of?

I continued looking at Eric as if I could tell more about him just from his
looks.  With his blondness, I wondered if perhaps he was from someplace in
Scandinavia.  I wondered how they had met or were they long time friends?  I
guess I'd never know.  I started comparing more of my body to each of theirs.
There was no question that Nameless had the best body.  He wasn't overly muscled
but had a very agreeable shape by anyone's standards.  Eric was no slouch
either.  He was nicely defined in an average sort of way and quite a bit hairier
but his cock, although it was as long, lacked Nameless' thickness.  I stood up
and slid my shorts off.  I stood looking at my image in the mirror above the
desk where the computer sat.  I flexed my muscles.  My prick stood up and way
from my body.  It twitched and I saw a reflection at the tip and realized I was
dripping.  That was something I seldom did.  I took hold of myself and started
stroking slowly; my eyes were glued on Eric's cock.  I rocked unsteadily on my
feet and my strokes took on a ragged quality as my body shuddered with each slow
stroke.  I knew I was almost there.  I switched back to the picture of the two
men kissing and sat back down on the chair slouching forward to where my ass was
resting almost completely off the edge of the chair.  It would be seconds now
before I shot.  I fantasized Nameless was kissing me and holding my prick in his
tight fist.

My body shuddered one last time and a loud grunt escaped my lips but my eyes
never drifted from the image of the men.  My first jet hit me on the chin some
splashing into my partially opened mouth.  The next jet hit high on my chest
followed by another and still another as my body jerk uncontrollably.  Finally
the last spasms subsided and I went limp.  Well, not my prick exactly but my
muscles wouldn't respond.  I lay there squeezing myself.  I looked at myself in
the mirror and saw the man in my dream; cum was running down his chin.  I licked
it up got my first taste of cum.

I couldn't tell you how long I sat there.  My prick was still in my fist but
softening rapidly.  I took one last look at the two men who had been a part of
possibly my first adult sexual fantasy, blew them a kiss and padded off to clean
up.

Freshly scrubbed, cock now soft and hanging down nuzzling my two hairy nuts, I
powered down the computer, shut off the lights and went back to bed.  I yawned
loudly and realized I was about to pass out.  I went to sleep with my hand on my
balls pretending it was Nameless or Eric, I forget witch, but it was one of
them.

The next morning, I awoke surprisingly early considering how little sleep I had
gotten.  I had to do a mental calculation as to what the local time was but
figured I still had some time before my flight back to L.A.  After taking a long
piss, I powered the machine up and went surfing through the photos again to see
if they held the same attraction to me in the light of day and with a, more or
less, level head.  They did and a half-hour later I popped my nuts again.  Maybe
not as violently as a few hours before but immensely satisfying.

I showered, dressed, gathered up my stuff and checked out of the hotel.  I found
out that the hotel had a shuttle service that would have picked me up if I had
known of its existence thus saving me some money and frustration with the cab
driver.  I took that back to the airport.

I caught the first flight to L.A. and since I was flying into an earlier time
zone, I landed at almost the exact hour I left New York.  I took a cab to my
office and got in the door just as my phone was ringing.  My heart leapt
thinking it was Nameless but it was only Ian.

"Mate, I've been trying to reach you everywhere!" he said with his usual
joviality.

"I still haven't located my machine but I've got my files on the PC here so that
won't hold me up.  I just feel badly at having taken the guys computer like
this."

Ian chuckled.  "A bit of bad luck that.  I'll take care of things on my end.
You're in luck mate, Mondays are always bloody hell around our shop and I
shouldn't imagine I'd have any problems with a postponement.  Just ring me up
when you know what flights you'll be on and I'll arrange transport."

Thanks buddy, I owe you.  I'll take you out for a pint at your local when we
have time.  Bring the wife if you'd like."

"Sorry mate, single here.  See you soon.  Cheers," he said.

I sat there looking at the phone receiver now resting back in the cradle.  I
tried to picture what Ian looked like but came up with a blank.  I knew we were
about the same age.  I assumed he was unclipped since he was European and
wondered what his prick looked like both soft and hard.

I roused myself and knew what I was going to do.  I had files to copy.  Not the
presentation ones either.  I wanted those photos.  Now, they had become part of
my life.  I didn't know why I felt that way.  I knew I could get better erotic
photos of equally as glorious looking men at the many adult bookstores that
dotted the city.  But these were flesh and blood to me and not just flat images.
I started the procedure checking the new files to verify I had gotten the
photos.  My cock was hard within seconds.  I got up and locked the door then
undid my pants and lowered my shorts.  My cock sprung up.  I took my shirt and
tie off.  Then looking at myself, I decide I should take the slacks off as well.
No use risking getting spots on them.  Now, naked, I sat down and stroked myself
as each image appeared on my computer screen.

Suddenly, the phone rang making me let go of my cock and jump up.  I laughed at
myself and took hold of my meat again wagging it at the phone before picking the
receiver up.  .  "Good morning, Timlin and Associates."  Okay so I knew the
"associates" was a big lie but in the business world, the company name was
almost as important as the product.

"Scott Timlin please," the soft deep voice said.

"This is Scott Timlin." I said nervously.

"Scott, This is Brad Bradfield.  I believe your holding something that belongs
to me."  I let go of my prick and shot a suspicious look around the room.  How
did he know?  I was silent.

"Hello?  Are you there?"

"Pardon?"

"My computer?"

"Oh!  Yes!  The computer!  Sorry, I didn't know what you were talking about.
Yes I have it.  Where are you?  I'll bring it to you," I said like it was a
matter of driving down the block.

"I live just outside of Las Vegas.  I'm glad your business trip was a short one.
I'm afraid I was very surprised when I opened the bag and found your computer
instead of mine.  I'd imagine you were as well."

"You have no idea!"  I gave my prick a squeeze.  Okay, give me a phone number
and directions and I'll catch the first plane out.  I'll call you from the
airport when I land."  He was going to home all afternoon so that would be okay
with him.  He gave me his phone number and directions, which I carefully wrote
down and then repeated to make sure I got it right and then we hung up.

I finished copying the files from his machine and then the presentation files
from my office machine onto floppies to take with me as a precaution.  I went by
my house and changed clothes into a pair of Dockers and a sports shirt.  There
was no sense in trying to get to London today.  I'd send Ian an E-mail tonight
after I got back and had my reservation for the next trip.

I drove to the airport instead of taking a taxi deciding at $20 a day for
parking, it would still be cheaper than a cab and I fully expected to be back
before night fall.

I'll admit I was nervous during the short flight.  And even more nervous as I
drove the rental car carefully following his direction to a new section of the
rapidly growing city.  I had rehearsed in my mind a dozen scenarios as to why I
hadn't discovered what he was up to when I invaded his cab the day before.  I
had already restored his computer to what it had been like when I booted it.
Both screens were tiled and looked about the same.  I finally decide to say
nothing but to just say I was sorry and hand it to him.  I really didn't have to
even turn the ignition off on the rental car but I did anyway.  Now I was parked
in his driveway.  My heart was pounding.  I had to force myself up the walk to
the front door.  Someone else's finger rang the bell.  I was breathing deeply
and licking my lips.  The door opened.

Nameless/Brad was standing there in a pair of gym trunks and a tank top.  His
body was more beautiful in person.  Being a red head, his body didn't tan deeply
but he had a healthy glow that said he spent a fair amount of time in the sun.
His long legs had a nice coating of hair that was bleached from the sun, as was
some of the finer hair on the exposed portion of his chest.  Peaking out between
his pecs and biceps were a spray of pit hair that was the same russet color as
the hair on his head.  I shot a quick look at this crotch and was rewarded with
seeing the outline of his thick cock and heavy ball sac hanging down one leg.
Being in the presence of the actual body I had lusted after the night before
made my pulse quicken.  He led me inside.  "How about a quick beer?" he asked in
that same deep but now incredibly sexy voice.

"Uh, no thanks, I've got a plane to catch."  I was tightly clutching the handle
of his computer case with both hands as if that was the only thing that was
holding me up.  We stood there not speaking and looking at each other.  Finally,
he walked over to a table and got my case.  As he walked back, I saw him naked
and with a rock hard cock pointing to the heavens.  I shook my head and blinked
making the clothes reappear.  He stood in front of me holding my bag out to me.
I continued to just stare.  He looked at me quizzically and reached for his case
but I wouldn't let go.  Now he had a concerned look on his face.  I just stared
dumbly.  All of a sudden my mouth opened and bits and pieces of all of my
scenarios came spilling out in a jumble of nonsense.  I had to be talking faster
than the speed of sound because he didn't seem to hear a word I was saying.
Then I forced myself to shut up.  He put his hand on my shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked.  I nodded stupidly with rapid up and down movements of my
head.  He squeezed my shoulder as if looking for some reassurance.  A low groan
came out of my mouth and my knees began to buckle.  His hand went to my waist to
support me.  Then he looked at me like he finally understood what was going on.
He took the case from me.  I surrendered it.  His hand was back on my shoulder
and then the other one was back on my waist, his eyes hypnotically holding mine.
Our heads moved towards each other.  Just as our lips were about to touch, I
opened my mouth slightly and his tongue slid in.  I don't know if the deep sigh
was his or mine.  Slowly, our bodies became pressed together.  I felt something
hard at my crotch and realized it wasn't him but me whose cock was already solid
with desire.

From that moment on, it seemed as if time stood still and everything slowed
down.  The light in the room was too bright and noises were too loud.  I could
hear his heartbeat but maybe it was just the pounding of my own heart that I
heard in my ears.  As we held the kiss, his tongue retreated but mine never lost
contact with his until it was safely sliding around inside his mouth.  He backed
off slightly and started expertly unbuttoning my shirt with one hand while the
other snaked around my neck holding my head with our mouths locked together.
Then my shirt was off.  We broke the kiss long enough to pull the tank top off
him.  Now our bare muscles were pressed together.  Brad's large hands kneaded my
back muscles with strong movements that heightened the passion of our kisses.

Again with one hand, he loosened my belt and unzipped my fly but rather than
wait for me to be naked, he slid his hand inside my shorts.  My cock was like a
wild animal and his hand was going to tame it.  Brad wrapped his fist around me
and squeezed me forcing a moan from my throat that was muffled by his tongue.
With the first stroke of his fist on my pole, I felt a trickle of wetness and
realized I was dripping already.  I then became aware of his hard-on that was
tenting his trunks in a vain attempt to move up to his belly.  My hand found his
cock and I rubbed it through the thin jersey fabric that hid it from view.
Reaching inside, my hand finally came into contact with his warm prick.  It
seemed as if there was no way my fist would surround it due to it's thickness
but I was surprised at just how right it felt to have it in my fist.

Brad broke the kiss and ran a hand over my chest.  "I love hairy men," he said
huskily and his fingertips rubbed my pec then finding their way to my nipple.
He rubbed the now hard little nub with circular motions dragging my chest hair
over the sensitive spot causing shivers to run down my spine.

I tugged his trunks down and then my pants followed and I impatiently kicked my
shoes off while Brad pulled me to the floor.  We rolled around holding and
exploring each other's body with hands that couldn't be satisfied.  We started
out on our sides and for the first time I knew how good my cock felt pressing
against another man's rigid meat as he ground his hips into mine while clutching
my ass.

Then he nudged me over on my back and he was on top of me.  Now it was my hands
that squeezed his ass cheeks as he humped my crotch with his, smearing our pre-
cum onto both our bellies.  Our kisses continued with urgency until we had to
break for a gulp of air.  His mouth moved to my throat as he started sliding
down my body kissing, licking and sucking as he went lower and lower until his
mouth was on my overly stimulated nips.  He sucked on them hungrily and I felt
as if he had me on the brink of oblivion as he nibbled on them.  I bucked and he
gave out a short chuckle before moving lower continuing with his oral assault on
my navel and then my bush.  His cock dragged along my thigh leaving a trail of
slick fluid along its path just as mine was doing along his torso as he slid
lower.  I raised my head just in time to see my prick disappear as he devoured
me with one lunge.

I grunted from the feel of the warm wetness as he ground his mouth into my
crotch hair before backing off and licking his way up to my knob.  With a wet
slurp, he gave it a polish and then dove back down again taking it to the hilt.
He had sucked me less than a minute when I realized he was giving me better head
than any woman I had ever had.  He worked up to a pace that gave equal
stimulation to all my meat and not just one spot.  I soon realized I wasn't
going to be able to hold off for very long.  I didn't want to cum too soon and
pulled him off me.  "Getting close" I gasped.  He nodded and spread my legs
burying his face in my ball sac sucking my almost tight nuts.  He was a master
at that also.  He seemed to know how much I could take and sucked them hard
alternating between them instead of attempting both at once.

I pulled him into my arms pulling his mouth to mine a slid my tongue in tasting
my cock and juices inside.  It made me hungry for a taste of the real thing.
While kissing him, he rolled over pulling me on top.  Being a novice at man/man
sex, I duplicated his earlier actions and soon had his quarter sized nipples in
my mouth and now he was squirming from my sucking and nibbling.

I abandoned his nips and started down to his rod, which looked awesome from this
vantagepoint.  Now, my mouth was in his bush licking and chewing on the wild and
thickly tangled russet growth.  His cock was inches from my mouth.  I moved
around and he spread his legs to accommodate me.  Wanting this moment to be
etched in my mind forever, I took a moment to look at him.  His large balls hung
low almost reaching the carpet.  His cock only seemed to be as wide as it was
long.  Starting inside his sac, the thick piss tube ran up his rod's length
disappearing just before the deep "V" on the underside of the fat knob.  His
cock was probably about six inches long and indeed thick and I wanted all of
those inches. His cock resisted being pulled upright but once it was, with my
hand at the base buried in his soft crotch hair and no further preliminaries, I
closed my mouth over the large knob and ran my tongue over the entire surface.
It had a soft velvety texture to it and was liberally flavored with the steady
flow of his pre-cum.  I took more knowing that with his thickness and knob, that
alone was almost a mouthful, I wouldn't be able to take it all the way in as he
had done to me.  I knew sucking was something I had no developed skills in.  But
what I lacked in skill, I made up for with enthusiasm as I sucked him steadily
being rewarded with soft groans and deep sighs as my tongue sought out ever inch
of soft skin surrounding his hard shaft and spongy knob.

He allowed me to suck for several minutes before pulling me upright and then,
sitting up himself, he kissed me mingling the flavors of both our juices.  Then
he spun me around into a sixty-nine position and we dove back down on each
other.  I rubbed his thighs and as much ass as I could reach.  Never in my life
did I imagine I could heighten my arousal with just the feel of taught hairy
skin encasing firm muscles.  His sucking mouth threatened to bring me to the
point of no return.  The persistent tingle in my balls and at the base of my
spine told me it was senseless to attempt to hold back any further.  I increased
my suction on his knob and he did like wise on mine.  My body gave off one last
shudder in advance of the first spasm that ripped through my body altering my
conscious thoughts to a visual of my cum spewing in his mouth.  I was so wrapped
up in my own orgasm that the first salty taste of his squirt took me by
surprise.  The awareness of his orgasm being simultaneous to mine intensified my
own feelings and physical response.  I sucked harder as more and more cum shot
out of his wildly jerking rod.  Like in my dream, I felt like I was sucking my
own balls dry.  It didn't seem possible for a man to cum as much as he was
jetting out.  My mouth was almost already full to capacity with just him and I
had to swallow over and over to keep from loosing the reward for my first cock
suck.

As suddenly as it had hit, it was over.  Cum still drizzled out and the flavor
wasn't soon to be forgotten.  We kept our mouths on each other licking now
sensitive knobs with soft gentle swipes that still brought on sensations that
bordered on pain but what wonderful pain.

I regretted it being over.  Brad must have shared my thoughts because he spun
around and straddled my thighs.  His cock was still standing up.  For a few
seconds, I could see both of us together.  A sight I can still remember.  Then
he lay on top of me kissing me slowly but deeply.  The tastes of our cum were
mingled.  Our slick rods were again pressed together.  I felt a knee move
between my legs and then pushing my leg out and then his other knee did the
same.  He was raised up slightly and then lifted my legs to his shoulders.  I
knew instantly what was about to happen and I wanted it as badly as I had wanted
his cock in my mouth.  Now with me doubled over, I felt his fat knob pressing
into my hole.  I had no thoughts as to what his thickness would be doing to me.
I wanted him.  I wanted to do everything with no holds barred.  I pushed back
but my hole resisted.  He pushed harder and still could not penetrate me.  He
broke the kiss.  "Is this your first time?"  I nodded and he grunted his reply.
He reached under me and stroked his cock a few times and then probed me with a
finger.  It slid in easier.  Once he was satisfied with that, he tried again.  I
felt my pucker open and then an intense pain.  Only his mouth on mine kept me
from crying out. He went deeper and as the huge knob cleared my muscle, the pain
lessened to a manageable level.  He backed off and slid in a little more.  He
repeated the in and out procedure until at last I felt his hips pressing against
my ass and I knew he was all the way in.  I was still uncomfortable but I had
done it.  Brad started rotating his hips and then with a shallow in and out
rocking, he started working up to full thrusts.  His fist found my cock, which
had softened from the pain, but with patient manipulations, he had it responding
and in no time was back to its full glory.  Faster than I would have thought
possible, the discomfort dissolved into the most intense pleasure imaginable.
Of a different quality than the sucking but just as enjoyable.

Brad was now fucking me fully and deeply.  Each thrust was going in to the hilt
and then he'd back off sliding out until he was almost completely withdrawn and
then back in with a solid thud feeling his balls slapping my ass.  His mouth was
welded to mine and our deep gasps for air were made with tongues still in full
contact.  My cock was dripping steadily and his fist was sliding easily over the
slick surface making wet sucking sounds as it cleared my knob.  My hands were
free to play with his body and I rubbed liberally over his shoulders, arms,
chest and thighs.  Our exertions were causing a light sweat to pop out on our
chests and his back but it just seemed to add to the sensuality of the act.

I could tell his body was tensing and his thrusts gained in frequency and landed
with harder contact.  His fist started stroking me harder with a tighter grip
and our breathing was getting deeper and more uneven with both of us choking out
grunts and groans that echoed in my ears.  Then Brad broke the kiss, "Oh god,
I'm gonna cum.  Gonna...do it....now!"  And he slammed home one last time
throwing his head back with a shout.  "Ahhhhhhummmmmmm!!"  His fat knob sliding
across my abused prostrate that last time must have set me off because I felt my
body snap and my head raised off the floor and slammed back down with a bang on
the carpeted floor.  Cum jetted out of my pole splashing squarely on my face so
once again I got to taste my own cum.  The rest of my orgasm was a blur of
intense vibrations ripping through my body until I was finally spent.  My now
extremely stretched pucker kept flexing down on his still twitching shaft
milking the last of his cum out of him.  He lowered his head and looked at me
through half closed eyes.  Sweat dripped off his face onto my chest and joined
mine.  Brad leaned forward and licked the cum off my face before sliding his
tongue in my mouth for one last kiss before rolling apart.

Brad stretched out at an angle to me.  His legs were over mine and cocked at the
knees.  I looked up and saw that massive pole now glistening with cum.  I was in
awe that it had been inside me.  His sweat covered chest had a streak of cum on
it that had to be mine.  He was breathing as deeply as I was.  I don't know if
it was lack of sleep, physical exhaustion from the sex, the adrenaline rush or a
combination of all of them but I blacked out on his floor, still naked and cum
streaked and still hard.

I woke up to a warm wet sensation on my chest.  My asshole felt like a truck had
driven through it.  Brad was kneeling beside me wiping the cum off my chest with
a wash cloth.  His cock was limp now but still looking formidable.  I could see
he had already washed himself.  I raised my head up.  He looked at me and then
away.  "You said something about having a plane to catch."

"I think I missed it."

"Look, I'm sorry, I don't usually pounce on guys like that."

I touched his thigh.  "Hey, that's okay.  I enjoyed it."

He continued cleaning me up.  "Was it really your first time?"

"Yeah, all the way around, the first time."

"But you wanted it, right?"  He sounded like he had some remorse but his voice
was hopeful.

"Can't really say I was totally conscious of it but yes, I guess I did want it."

"Did it have anything to do with my computer?"

"Buddy, it had everything to do with your computer!"

"You saw?"

"I saw.  Sorry, I wasn't snooping, I just needed to get mine back and was
looking for a phone number or some way to contact you."

"No, it's okay."

"Is Eric a friend of yours."

"No, I just met him the afternoon those pictures were taken.  He was in the
electronics store buying a digital camera and I was buying the computer.  He was
a tourist from Denmark.  The store was crowded and we couldn't get waited on but
we both wanted what we were there to get so we rode it out.  We started talking
and it didn't take long before we knew we were interested in each other.  He
gave me a ride back to my hotel; I finally got the nerve to invite him up to my
room.  The rest is history.  He had to fly home the next day.  Then I met you
the day after that."  He gave me a slight smile and then looking away like he
was embarrassed.  "I'm...  I'm glad I was your first," he said looking at my
belly that he was scrupulously cleaning and seemed to attempting to scrub the
hair off it.

I found his sudden shyness after such a dominant role he had taken to be
endearing.  I pulled him into my arms and kissed him gently on his mouth.  "So
am I."

"You know, if you want to, you could spend the night and then fly out in the
morning.  That is if you don't have someone waiting for you or something else to
do."

"Brad, I'd love to spend the night with you."

So I did spend the night.  We went out to a favorite restaurant of his for
dinner.  I found out a little about him and did find out he was a shy guy.  Eric
had been the aggressor and had to blatantly proposition him.  It was Eric's idea
to take the pictures, which Brad had found to be excitingly uninhibited and
erotic.

Later, after we returned to his home and were snuggling in his bed, I also found
out what it was like to fuck a man.  And WHAT a man.  As I drifted off to sleep
in his arms, I wondered how he had gotten so skilled at sex if he was so shy but
I guessed it just came naturally to him.

We held a long lingering kiss at his door before I left the following morning
after sucking a load out of each other.  I had a standing invitation to come
back anytime.  Driving to the airport I thought about my life.  Things were
definitely looking up.  I didn't know for sure that I was through with women but
with Brad, I had finally seen fireworks and heard brass bands.  He succeeded in
getting out of me the most intense orgasms I had ever had.  This sex was more
exciting for me because I could see more response than I had from any of my
female sex partners.  Also there was a roughness to it.  Not violent or pain
inducing but vigorous, forceful.  We were taking what we wanted from each other
and that in turn seemed to satisfy the other.

As I neared the airport, I thought Las Vegas wasn't all that far away and I had
a lot of frequent flyer miles built up.  No, I'd definitely be exploring more of
this side of my personality.  I hoped Brad would be part of the journey and
something told me that Knickerbockers also might play a part!

The End