Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2003 15:46:14 -0400
From: Marc Savoie <marcsavoie@rogers.com>
Subject: Weekend to Remember

	Disclaimer: Though based on a true meeting, the story itself is
completely fictional.  It's about gay sex, so if you're underaged,
uncomfortable, and so on, just don't read it.  All feeback is welcome!

A Weekend to Remember

	When I finished up my 2nd semester at university, and the decision
I had previously made to stay in Ottawa for the summer was weighing down on
my shoulders.  I had a week left to find a new place after having been
fucked over three times.  I've had the worst of luck.  I spent long hours
searching for places, running around campus and picking up the various
phone numbers hanging on the bulletin boards, and coming back to my room in
residence and calling them all.  It's been one of the hardest things in the
world.  Besides the frantic apartment search, I was also going to the bar
on Wednesday nights to see the drag queens, those I consider to be the gay
community's mascots.  To top it all off, I spent long hours, usually late
at night, chatting in gay.com chat rooms.  Now, the latter was probably the
biggest reason I had been slutting it up so much lately.  I mean, it's so
easy to find someone in those chat rooms who is going to come over and fuck
your brains out, or get his cock sucked, or to suck yours.  All in all, my
last two weeks in residence, being as they were after my room mate moved
back home, were not spent alone.  For those two weeks I was constantly
getting fucked, sucked, or made to suck.  It was any gay man's heaven!

	Anyhow, I finally found a place, and moved in and, once everything
was all set up, I began, once again, chatting in the gay.com chat rooms.  I
started looking less for sex, and more for the intelligent people that you
so rarely find in those chat rooms.  I spent long hours in those chat
rooms, just chatting with random people, but only rarely finding someone
worth chatting with.  But, as I said, I DID find the odd intelligent man,
and those are the conversations I cherish most.  One such conversation, one
of those intelligent men who I've met through gay.com was probably the most
interesting person I've ever chatted with.

	After having spent about 3 hours surfing through pics of disgusting
old men's cocks, and fat, ugly bears, I came upon this one person's bio.
For sake of privacy, let's call him Devon.  So, he has no picture, but he
has a bio that just totally interests me.  He's searching for Action/Sex,
and that's always fun, but it's the rest of his bio that peaked my
interest.  I PM'd him, and we began to chat.  Devon and I spent about 3
hours chatting that night.  Non-stop, constant chit chatting about this or
that, nothing and everything.  I told him, in that night, more secrets
about my sexual fantasies, about my sexual exploits then anyone else even
so much as knows.  I told him about my experiences with my step-brother, my
experiences with my dad's dog.  I told him about my experiences with rather
young boys, and my fantasies of such things.  No matter how outrageous my
interests were, he always seemed to have a story that would top mine, that
was more outrageous, that made me want him more and more.  My lust was
getting the better of me.  We had made it clear that we would eventually
sleep together.  He got surprised at one point when he began being aroused
by some of the stuff I've told him, and told me that he didn't want our
relationship to progress to the sex right away.  He was intrigued by my
interest in writing, as it was something he did on a regular basis.  He
loved the picture I had of me holding my head up on my hand, and sexual
messages written all over my forearm.  He loved the conversations we were
having as much as I did.

	We had to leave each other that night, but we had such
conversations various times after that.  We would often catch each other in
the gay.com chat rooms and begin chatting about stuff.  We spoke of his
experiences in the bath houses.  We spoke of the men he'd enjoyed having
sex with, those I enjoyed having sex with.  We spoke of ex-boyfriends, of
good sex, of horrible sex, of writing, of other pass-times, but mostly, of
sex.  We eventually set a date.  He and I would meet next weekend, and he
would bring me to the bath house.  I would experience my first bout of
completely anonymous sex.

	I was nervous all week.  I'm a very self-conscious person when it
comes to my body, so I spent all week worrying over how the men in the tubs
would see me, whether they would even want to touch me, whether they would
cringe in disgust upon sight of me.  I made up various scary scenarios in
my head.  I even went as far as having myself believing that Devon wasn't
real, that he might be fucking with me, that he's just trying to get me
somewhere and make me look like an idiot when I'm standing there alone.  I
was terrified by the time he and I were to meet.

	I tore through my closet, chose the sexiest clothes I could find
and quickly threw them on.  I headed out the door and walked quickly, not
really making any eye contact with anyone, towards the meeting place.  I
finally made it to the park, and stood next to the old oak.  I looked at my
watch and realized that I'd walked the distance between my home and the
park in half the time it usually took me.  I sighed.  He wouldn't be here
for another 20 minutes or so.  I sat down on the grass and put my head up
against the oak and shut my eyes to think.  I still had the worries and
scary scenarious playing themselves out over and over again in my mind's
eye.  It was so near to the point where I was supposed to meet him that the
images were becoming more vivid, the thoughts more lucid, the fears more
terrifying.  I began having doubts, and finally decided that I couldn't go
through with it.  I stood up, and turned to walk away.  I found that I was
looking directly into the eyes of the man I'd been so afraid to meet.

	Devon stared at me, his blue eyes seeming to bear right into my
head.  In that stare, I could tell that he saw all the fear, all the
doubts, all the pain I'd went through this week.  We needed no
introductions, no helloes.  We stared at each other for what seemed like
forever.  I got lost in those blue eyes as they stared at me.  I thought of
all the fears and all the doubts I'd had, and laughed at them inside.
Finally he took me into his arms, and hugged me close to him.  Just a
simple hug.  After all those sexually charged conversations, all the sexual
innuendos, a hug.  It was beyond meaning for me.  I eventually pulled away
from him and looked into his eyes and kissed him, full on the lips.  He
moved his hand up to the nape of my neck and just slowly ran his fingers
through my hair as our tongues explored the innermost recesses of our
mouths.  He pulled away from the kiss and looked at me again with those
intense blue eyes.

	"You're beautiful," is all he said.  I had tears running down my
face now.  I did not know why.  I look back at it now, and I realized that
it was because I was just overwhelmed with emotions.

	He took my hand, then, and we walked through Ottawa, seeing the
sights, and just talking about life in general.  We sat next to the Ottawa
river and stared out at the lazily moving waters as we talked more.  I laid
my head in his lap, and never felt so comfortable in my entire life.

	He eventually came to my place and we had some dinner.  Tonight was
the night we were going to the bath house, he said.  Tonight was the night
he'd bring me to experience a completely new world.  I smiled as I realized
that I fully trusted him to protect me in this new world, as he introduced
me to it.  I was ready.

	Later that night we made our way to the tubs, and then the fun
began.  We got in, paid for our room, put our clothes in a locker and
wrapped ourselves in towels.  The lights in the bath house were so dim that
you could barely make out the various men who were roaming the hallways
looking for a good fuck.

	He led me to the group sex room, and we joined into the already
exciting scene.  I stood and watched as he went and knelt in front of a
man, taking the man's cock into his mouth.  The man was already having his
ass fucked from behind.  I glanced about the room then, and took in the
various scenes.  Small groups of men, sucking, fucking, kissing, jerking.
I was beginning to become horny.  I dropped my towel and walked toward a
group of men.

	In this specific group, one guy was fucking another's ass while he
himself was getting fucked.  I stood in front of the man who was fucking
and getting fucked and shoved my cock into his face.  He took it into his
mouth immediately and sucked on it.  I was in heaven.  My knees became
weak, but, though I know not how, I managed to stay up and begin to fuck
this man's face, to use him like the piece of meat he was.  Another guy
soon joined us and shoved his face into my ass.  His tongue darted in and
out of my asshole, sending chills throughout my entire body.  I shivered as
my cock was getting sucked and my pucker was being tongued.  I was in
heaven.  The guy pulled away and replaced his tongue with a teasing finger.
He played with my asshole, not daring to penetrate just yet.  He moved a
hand up to my face and shoved one of his fingers in my mouth.  I sucked on
it, getting it full of spit.  He then took the hand down to my ass and
began to slowly insert the now spit covered finger into my waiting asshole.
He proved the recesses of my ass, and stroked my prostate.  My knees began
to buckle from the pleasure of having my cock sucked while another man was
stroking my prostate from inside my most personal place.  I came soon after
and the man who was sucking my cock pulled off of it so that I could come
all over his face.

He then stood up, pulling out of the man he was fucking, and had me lick
all my cum off his face.  He then kissed me, exploring my mouth with his
tongue.  The other man was still stroking my prostate, but now had two
fingers inside me.  He was loosening my asshole for the eminent cock that
would take the fingers' place.  I was excited, and my cock had already
grown hard again.  The first man was still kissing me, and another man had
gone on his knees between us and was now sucking on both our cocks at once.
I glanced down without breaking the kiss and realized it was the man who
had just been being fucked by the man I was kissing.  I felt a cock graze
my asshole then.  The man behind me slowly pushed his head into my asshole.
I pushed back into him and felt him enter me.  Pleasure shot through my
entire body as the man behind me began to fuck me slowly and gently.  My
cock was being sucked by one man, and the man who I had been kissing pulled
away and began to suck on the man who was sucking my cock's cock.  I
watched as one man's head bobbed up and down on my own cock, as another
man's head bobbed up and down on his.

I looked over my shoulder and realized that Devon was the man who was
behind me, fucking my ass gently.  I smiled at him, and he grinned and
began to speed up his strokes.  I moaned loudly at the pleasure I was
feeling.  Devon's cock was grazing my prostate just barely, but enough to
send a steady stream of tremors through my entire body.  I came again soon
afterwards.  My asshole was twitching from the pleasure and Devon soon
followed suit, filling my ass with his come.  He pulled out then and came
around to kiss me.  His cock was quickly replaced by the mouth of the man
who had just been sucking my dick.  This man licked at my asshole, lapping
up the streams of Devon's cum that were escaping my asshole.

Devon grabbed my hand and led me away from the orgiastic sex of the group
room towards the shower room.  We shared a shower, soaping each other up,
cleaning off our sweaty bodies.  Another man soon joined us and we began
soaping him up as well.  We all became hard soon after, and the shower
became another mind-numbing sexual experience for me.  I eventually found
my cock up Devon's ass as the man who had joined us began fucking mine.  My
soap lathered hand had found Devon's cock and was stroking it quickly.  We
were joined by a multitude of other men as they streamed in to join the
fun.  One by one men entered the shower area, and, seeing what was
happening, joined the chain of ass fucking fun.  No one ever went in front
of Devon, so I had his cock all to myself.  By the time Devon came, there
were about 7 more men in the chain.  Devon's coming body sent me into
thrills I had never experienced, and I shot into his ass. My ass twitched,
and sent the man behind me into passionate convulsing, and he began to come
into my ass.  This set off a chain reaction, and soon after, all 9 of us
were moaning ecstatically and coming into respective asses.  Devon's cum
flew out in front of him and hit the wal in spatters.  He scooped some of
it up in his finger and brought it to my mouth.  I sucked all of it off his
finger.

The chain of men broke up soon after that and we all showered, speaking
lightly about how amazing that had been.  Once showered, Devon and I headed
towards the room we had paid for, and locked the door.  What ensued was a
night of mind-deadenning sex.  I had never had so much sex in one night.
After coming, I was usually so spent that I just had to sleep, but with
Devon I had found a new energy.  It seemed that as soon as we had come we
were hard once again, and trying something else.  I felt absolutely
comfortable in Devon's arms, and I found out much about my own sexuality
that night.  I learned so much new things about my body, and enjoyed every
moment of it.  We eventually left the bath house.  The first rays of light
were creeping over the horizon, and we walked along the canal once again,
hand in hand.  We eventually found our way back to my house and crawled
into my waterbed.  We slept in each other's arms, naked, my cock between
his ass cheeks for nearly the entire day.

I awoke as the sun was setting, and just stared at Devon's body, lightly
running one finger along his body.  He awoke soon after and turned to face
me.  He looked at me, boring through my mind with his powerful blue eyes.
I smiled and kissed him deeply.

"You're beautiful," he said again, pulling away from me.

"Thank you," I said, smiling.

We decided that we would frequent the bath house again that night, and so,
hand in hand, we marched ourselves over to the awaiting group of men for
another full night of lust-filled passionate sex.  It was the greatest
weekend of my life, and I will never forget it.

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As I said, all feedback is welcome.  Please send to marcsavoie@rogers.com .
Thank you!