Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2008 19:13:40 EST
From: Raymond11388@aol.com
Subject: One Night In His Arms 1

In all of my years I have smoked, drank, and fucked my fair share. I
have loved and I have been loved, pleased and have been pleased.

Just the other day, I was looking through a photo album of mine. I saw
all the faces I once knew and all the faces whom I've had. There where
decades worth of my life, my sweat, and my cum. With each passing page
I was reminded once more of the relations I have had with many men.
There where so many memorable ones. Some where easy, some where hard,
and some changed my life in some sort of way or another. But in all of
these amazing pictures there was one picture that found its place back
in my mind for many days later.

His name was Giovanni. I knew him back in high school many years ago. At
that time in my life I wasn't the most sexually experienced.  But it was
probably him who opened my mind to new and exciting possibilities. He was
probably the first straight man I had ever attempted to corrupt. I wouldn't
say corruption is a bad thing. I use that word to describe the men I had
coerced into sex, that where usually straight. For some gay men this
ability comes hard, and for others its ever so easy, but as time passes we
start to see that one 'ticket in' so to speak.

The moment I stepped my foot into that 5th period English class, all of
my attention was directed to the guy sitting next to me. I was
transfixed on his beautiful face and transcending personality. He had
almost espresso colored, long hair that looked like soft silk. He had
these dark-honey eyes that where ever so brilliant, as if they where
given to him by some divine intervention, and lips that were so luscious
and tender. He also had this awkward mark just above his upper lip to
his left side. I would compare him as the male version of Marilyn
Monroe. He was sweet, charming, and had this pleasantly-addictive
personality. He would talk to you about anyone and anything just so he
could be engaged in conversation, even if it would get us into trouble
with our teacher. But every person has there flaws. He was easily
distracted and extremely easy to manipulate.

My tactic on him wasn't so much to get him physically attracted to me,
but more on a mental and emotional level. If he had any problems or
just needed to vent, I made sure that I always had an open ear. And
that I surely did. Before long he grew to respect my opinion about
things and we moved from being mere acquaintances to being real
friends. I would accompany him to the movies and parties just about
anywhere. I was ever so patient with him because I wanted to wait for
the right time to move on him.

I waited, for what seemed to me, almost all year. There where so many
close calls in that time though because wanted him so bad. I wanted to
feel those tender lips on mine, and to run my hands through that
beautiful silken hair. I knew though, that if I moved to quickly I
would scare him off forever. I kept on doing this, but every time I
even so much as got close enough we would either be interrupted or I
suddenly became self conscience and backed down. At one point I didn't
want to do it to him because he had this aura of being so pure. I
longed for even a glimpse of him. Every time he smiled I just wanted to
rip his cloths off. When he smiled it was like my entire life would
just halt for a minute, like in all of the confusion, clutter, and
regret nothing else mattered but him... and just one night alone with
him in my arms.

I continued with this way of being friends because for me it wasn't
about just getting into his pants for a night. It was in fact about
something more... that wanting and desire for something that you
thought you could never have, that perfection, complete and utter
perfection. For me to be completed simply from the chance meeting with
some profound individual. I could sense that the time was near for me
to make my final move; the climax if you will. I remember it vividly in
my mind just as if it where yesterday.

It finally happened one night when I was staying over at his house. I
slept over at his place a lot. His parent where never home and I never
felt like being at my parents home, so he had no problem with me being
there. The whole day was exciting because we had decided to go out to an
amusement park. We got up early and met each other at his house, We left
from there and we spent the whole day at the park, with many friends.
Actually, I recall that on the way there we had been smoking some
joints. We had so much fun that day. We rode almost all of the rides
and we ate so much food. We laughed, ran, and playfully fought. So
finally the time came for the park to close, and we where both so tired
that we decided to go back to his house and just shower and sleep.

We arrived at his house and did just that. I took a shower and then he
did. When he came out of the shower, we where both sitting there on his
bed watching some TV and just unwinding from the day. I can't remember
what happened, but we fell asleep from being total exhaustion I would
assume. In the middle of the night I awoke on the foot of his bed
wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts. His arm
was over me. I tried not to wake him but as I was getting up I heard
him say in this exhausted voice, "where are you going?" I told
him ,"I'm not going anywhere just changing positions."

I turned my body around so that now I was on the bed the right way and
he did the same thing. I don't know what happened, but just a minute
later I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. It happened. We
both leaned in and kissed each other. It was just as I had hoped it to
be; soft and tender, just perfection. I moved my hands so I could
touch and feel his skin. They quickly found their way to his silken
hair that so longed to touch free without restraint. He began to touch
and explore my body with his hands as well, making sure to feel every
part of me. I wanted to remember every part of his body. To remember
every nook, every perfection, and every flaw. I rolled over, with his
body under mine. I took off the tattered old shirt he was wearing to
expose his soft and supple skin. I felt over his chest and abs as I
straddled his lower body. I leaned down and kissed his neck several
times. I slowly moved my lips down his fuzzy chest to his nipples, both
of which I had to worship and tease. He was moaning and I could feel him
getting hard under me.

I kissed his perfectly formed abs before making my descent to his firm
cock. I slid my body down more taking his shorts with me. Right
there before me was beauty. It was big, nine and half inches at least.
I touched it ever so gently. I stoked it with my hands being so
careful not to damage such a precious thing that I had longed after for
so long. I lowered my face to it and the aromas and it's feel where
almost too much for me to handle. But I continued as I slowly ran my
tongue around its tip. I could feel him quiver with pleasure under me.
I swallowed it down my throat as far as my throat would allow me. The
taste was so satisfying, as if I where satisfying a craving for
something I never had. I sucked, moved my head, and worshiped his
member in my mouth. When it became almost too intense for him to handle,
he stopped me and brought my face to his. I felt as if I where in some
sort of trance.

He kissed me once more and then rolled over on top of me. He removed my
shirt which, at that point seemed heavy on my body. I wanted nothing
more than to be completely free of any clothing. no detractions, no
interruptions, and no worries. I just wanted our 2 naked bodies to
become entwined together. He slowly moved down my chest as I moved my
hands down his chest. touching and caressing every part of my skin. He
would occasionally bite, but by that time I didn't care. The brief pain
felt like pleasure.

He got off of me, removed my shorts, and moved to my bottom by lifting
my legs into the air and began to what seemed to me like feasting on my
manhood. He touched and played with my ass. He licked and nibbled on me
everywhere. I was moaning and calling out his name. I felt as thought
this moment should last forever. He ran his tongue up and down every
part of me, as if he had no shame. It was like he had become this
hungry demon with an endless craving for me. I could still feel the
orgasm even though he was no longer touching my cock. Now I yearned for
him to sodomize me.

He then stood up once he was satisfied that he had done a good job, took
off his shorts, got on top of me, and began to forcibly enter me with
his magnum-sized cock. I was screaming out in pain and in pleasure.
With each passing second that ravenous demon that he had become came
more alive within him. He would bite and suck up and down my neck as he
kept up a gentile but quickening pace that seemed to get more
aggressive as the seconds passed. I would turn my head when I wanted
him to kiss my other side. I could feel his prong as it bottomed out
deep inside me. His kisses seemed like they were becoming demonic as he
finally reached his climax. I could feel him getting tense, and I knew
that it was now coming. I started to rock under him to aid in his quest
and then I felt him explode. All of his rage was released deep inside
of me.

He collapsed on top of me. and we rolled to our sides facing each
other. We kissed again, and this time it felt different. His kisses
felt as they did when all this first began. They were more tender and
loving. We fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

I awoke the next day some time in the afternoon with him still next to
me. We showered separately, I got dressed, and we then parted ways.

The next day in class, we didn't say anything to each other, and only
passed glances at each other. I guess it was like saying our good-byes.
We both knew that it was never ever going to happen again. Occasionally
we said hi to each other in the hallways. but he quickly became involved
with a girl. We finished out the school year and after our gradation
ceremony I never saw him again. I regret not trying to make a
relationship with him, but part of me was left completely satisfied. It
was like I had now achieved that perfection I wanted so much.