Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2004 17:42:33 -0500
From: Trent Kran <buddhapower@email.com>
Subject: Closer than you think.

Closer than you think.

By Nom De Plumne.

(Story Codes, MM/Cyber. m/solo. This story deals with sex and shenanigans
between consenting adults. If this stuff offends you, then pluck out your
eye's when reading this).

Paul turned his computer on, it was late at night and his parents were
asleep, and his brother was in his room. This was his time to be left
alone, undisturbed and more importantly where he could masturbate. His
computer now ready he opened up his muckclient and connected to his
favorite muck*.

He started off like any other teenager, typing porn into a search engine
untill he managed to avoid scams and pay sites. After a few months he
learnt about filesharing, which was great as then he could get all the
movies he wanted over the house network, his brother's router not informing
him what he was up to.

A few years later after going on various forums and im sessions he got
talking with a friend and they got to the topic of roleplaying. His
screename at the time was Preen, his friend was called Guru.

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Preen: Lo mate, how's you?

Guru: All knowing. How can I help you friend?

Preen: Lol, just a bit bored really, know any good online games?

Guru thinks.

Guru: Ahh yes, I do :D. Ever tried roleplaying? There's this MUCK I know
which you'd probaly like.

Preen: MUCK? What's that?

Guru:You know Multi User Dungeones? It's like that, but the empathisis is
on the roleplay. Here's the link, and you'll need a good telnet client.

------========-------

Paul then downloaded the client and the extra telnet commands needed for
mucking, and then connected. He read the instructions on the site and set
up his own character. He walked around the game and began exploring the
various places, and found an apartment block where he could make his own
room without having to pay. He was totally engrossed, writing pages of
descriptive text, making subrooms for various parts of his "little"
apartment, and having a printout of the programming guide by his side to
help him along. With that done he then walked into an in character gay bar.

-=-=-=-=-

Fleece Makker has walked in from outside.

Fleece Makker "What's IC mean?"

Gideas "First, welcome to my bar. Secondly it means your actions and
sayings have to be in character. It's good for roleplay otherwise we get
loads of OOC chatter, which causes excessive scrolling."

John Smith "OOC questions are fine tho."

Fleece Makker "Kay, thanks guys. IC from now on."

Gideas looks at the stranger, ready to take his order. "Hi there, I'm
Gideas, what do want?"

Fleece Makker "I know your Gideas. I'll have a pint of larger (BTW. how do
you do actions?)

Gideas "(You wouldn't know ICly that I'm called Gideas, and actions or
poses are done by putting a : before it)."

Fleece Makker "(What's the difference between Poses and Actions)?"

John Smith "(No Difference >:P I love newbs)"

Uber Colin has walked in from outside.

Uber Colin takes his helmet off, and holds it in his arm. He waves at
Gideas. "Hey ho Giddy, The usual please." He looks around the bar, and sits
next to Fleece, wanting to break the ice. "Hey Stranger, I'm Colin. Can I
get you a drink?"

Gideas pours a shandy and waits for Fleece to order.

Fleece Makker "Yeah, can I have a pint of larger please?" He turns round
and smiles at the biker dude. "Lo Colin, I'm Fleece. Thanks for getting me
this drink." He offers his hand to shake.

Gideas pours out a pint of larger and hands them their drinks. "That's one
credit sixty please."

Uber Colin hands him the money, and shakes Fleece's hand. "Ahh it's
nothing, enjoy your drink".

You look at Uber Colin.

This guy is gigantic, must be seven foot tall at least. His face seems to
wear a permanent smile, and his brown eye's are normally shaded by a pair
of sunglasses. There's a tatoo on his throat depicting the Triumph logo.

Uber Colin is carrying the following:

Full Face Helmet

Desert Storm sunglasses

Biker Jacket

Leather Trousers

Leather Boots

Leather Gloves

Hip Pocket

You look at Uber Colin's Full face Helmet.

It's a black Helmet made from high strengh polymer's and such like. The
visor is scratchproof nonmisting perspex. You can see a HUD still showing,
displaying infomation about the motorbike to the helmet wearer.

Uber Colin takes a rereshing gulp from his shandy. "So Fleece, been here
before?"

Fleece Makker "No, first time (Gimme a minute, I'm looking at your stuff)"

Uber Colin "(Lol, I always get checked out \_^)"

Gideas "(Yeah, normally it's for GUNS or DRUGS. You naughty boy :P)"

John Smith "(Colin's bad company Fleece)"

Fleece Makker "(I dineea care. I like a bit of rought :P)"



You look at Uber Colin's Biker Jacket.

It's a Black Black, Uber Black Jacket made from leather, wire mesh and
kevlar fibres. There's a chrome zip with a flap of leather to cover it, and
another steel zip on the waist to hook it up to the wearers trousers. On
the lapel's there's golden Triumph logo's, and Triumph chevrons are on the
shoulders. Ovbiously the owner of this jacket really likes Triumph.

You whisper to Uber Colin. "Hey cool, you like Triumph? My brother is crazy
about them. Personally I prefer Ducati's :P"

Uber Colin whisper's to you. "Cool! Your bro has very good taste. Ducati's
are very nice too, but too "sporty" for my liking".

-=-=-=-=-

Paul continued chatting in the bar with "Uber Colin", often reminded of his
brother. One thing lead to another and "Fleece Makker" ended up on COlin's
bike, where they went off to Paul's apartment and got more comfortable.

-=-=-=-=-

Uber Colin begins to unzip his jacket, a string vest showing
underneath. After taking off his helmet he asks Fleece. "Mind if I take off
my leathers? I only wear them and underwear."

Fleece Makker grins, going to his minibar and mixing up two
cocktails. "Hehehe, nope. Nice body youv'e got. I liked holding up close to
you on the bike."

Uber Colin laughs, looking around the apartment, and checking out Fleece's
butt when his back is turned. "Oh your not so bad yourself, and this place
is sheer class. How did you afford all this stuff?"

Fleece Makker hesitates, not sure if to give the right answer. "I inherited
the money, and then made a few good investments. Working isint something I
like to do much, except for where I live."

Uber Colin nods, taking his trousers and boots and gloves off. All he's
left in is a pair of boxers and his string vest, tight against the muscles
on his body. He sighs "Hey, that's a bad question. We all have to get money
from somewhere. Some of us do it in less honest way's than other's. Just
don't ask me how I got my bike."

Fleece Makker nods, handing him the mixture of brandy and port. He tries
not to stare too much at Colin's buldge, but find's it hard to resist. He
drink's his own drink quickly and then says. "Ahh that's okay, I don't care
where you got your bike from, or where you been. Just as long as you as you
are now. Which is nice and sexy." He smirks.

Uber Colin grins, noticing him checking out his package. He downs the drink
in one and then sits down on his bed. "Hey, you know if you want to get a
good look at it youv'e only got to ask." He says as he takes off his
boxers, showing a half erect cut cock.

Fleece Makker blushes, but then his stare is drawn to the cock. Unable to
resist he kneels between his larger male's legs and holds his cock up,
stroking it. "You don't mind me doing this do you?"

Uber Colin groans slightly from the touch, his cock responding quickly to
the touch. He leans back, his arms behind him to keep him propped up. He
looks down at him and smiles. "Hey, that's fine. In fact I wouldn't mind
putting this little thing in one of your holes."

Fleece Makker oohs, feeling his large balls in his hands. "You call this
small? There's no way you could fit that in my arse"

Uber Colin laughs heartedly, his cock now fully erect. "You think so? I'm
willing to find out." He pulls up the smaller guy, placing him on his
lap. He takes out a tube of vaseline strapped to his leg and slicks up his
cock with it, Then using his fingers he slips them into him slowly, making
sure he's lubed up, as well as playing with his prostate for a while.

Fleece Makker groans, his own cock now rock hard. He moves to position his
hole over Colin's cockhead and holds onto him, his face buried into the
guy's large chest. His voice now much softer, says "Please be gentle, I
want it all in me."

-=-=-=-=-

By now Paul himself was hard, one hand playing with his cock, another
lubing up his dildo as he got ready to place it into his own boy hole. He
was lying on his bed, keyboard by his side and the dildo pressed against
the wall, ready for him to buck into it.

-=-=-=-=-

Uber Colin nods, sighing in pleasure as his cock streches your tight
hole. He works about two inches in, then grins as he holds tight onto your
hips and slamms the rest in. He keeps hold of you, making sure you can't
get off. He says "The pain will go soon, just stay on it. I'm going to give
you a real ride."

-=-=-=-=-

Paul emulated the actions in real life, pushing the dildo all the way
in. His hole was still tight as the dildo was a recent new toy he bought,
and the entry was stupidily painful. He gasped and bit his lip, hoping his
brother in the room next to him didn't hear, or worse, come in and see him
naked, ten inch dildo in his bum, his cock slick with lube and see the
stuff on the screen.

-=-=-=-=-

Fleece Makker gasps, screaming out that it's painful. He struggles against
your grasp, but only succeeds in getting the cock further up himself.

Uber Colin Tightens his grip, growling meanacingly. He enjoys your
wriggling and struggles, but pretends not to. " I Said stop struggling! Now
fucking take my cock. Beg for me to cum in you."

Fleece Makker groans, unable to resist. Instead he relaxes himself, giving
you better access. He whimpers "Please fuck me! I want your cum, no I need
your cum deep inside me." He begins to buck on your cock.

Uber Colin grunts, making a few quick violent thrusts and then cumming deep
inside you. He slams his cock as far as possible into your boyhood ,
feeling his balls contract with each jet of cum.

Fleece Makker groans loudly, his own cock shooting all over you. He goes
limp against your frame, moaning contentedly with each moment his arse
getting more filled up.

Uber Colin "(Did ya cum already? I did :D)"

Fleece Makker "(Hehe yep, I could hear my brother masturbating. It always
turn's me on. Plus I had a dildo up my bum :DDD)"

Uber Colin "(Lol! You too? I mean because here I could hear my brother
masturbating. Noisy bugger :P. Hey, I'm gonna bed now but you wanna IM
tomorrow? My screename is Loxx0r)"

Fleece Makker "(Hehe, sure. My SN is Preen)"

Uber Colin has disconnected.

Fleece Makker has disconnected.

-=-=-=-=-

Paul took the dildo out of his arse, washing it in his sink and then put it
back under the floorboard, along with all his naughty stuff like pot and
lube and condoms. IE all the stuff you wouldn't want parents finding. He
then went onto his computer and added "Loxx0r" to his contact list. He
notice Guru was still online.

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Preen: Hey Guru, I gotta thank you for that link. I had much fun tonight
:). What you doing?

Guru: Well, I was smoking my pipe, then masturbating untill you turned up.

Preen: o.O, can I help?

Guru Laughs.

Guru: "Hmm, You live in England don't you? You hand you have to extend all
the way to Cyprus. Your welcome to try though :P"

Preen Tries.

Preen "Nng! It won't go that far. Anyway, I gtg sleep. Collage and stuff
tomorrow.

Guru: Ahh yes, sleep. They say being stoned, then climaxing leads to a good
sleep. I ought to find out now. Goodnight!

------========-------

Paul went to bed. Tomorrow he didn't know what was in store, although he
was going to end up liking it a lot.

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