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Subject: Gary (M/M)
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Date: Fri, 26 May 1995 21:10:13 GMT
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                             GARY

 I'd been looking for a roommate for a long time.  The personal
computer age hadn't come around yet and where could a guy go to
meet another guy when you come from the suburbs and don't know
what a gay bar even looks like.  I was 24 at the time.  I'd
accepted my gayness for the past three years at that point, all I
wanted was a chance to practice some of the stuff I'd only been
dreaming about, or had only tried once or twice.

 Fortunately, I had one friend who was gay.  He was a nice guy,
though about ten years older than me, and about 30 pounds
overweight.  Fred and I had talked about guys a lot on the phone.
It was pretty obvious that he was hitting on me, but I made it
clear that I considered him and friend, and didn't want to change
that status to 'lover'.  He was disappointed, but still stayed a
close friend.  I had told him that I was looking for a younger
guy.  A guy around 18, or 19 would do just fine.  He had to be of
average or thin build and have some kind of personality and no
drug dependencies.  Other than that, I was open to discussion as
far as hair color, body hair, etc.  I also wanted to find a guy
that really liked to get fucked.  From the day my hard cock first
entered another guy's ass, I knew I needed a guy who loved it. 
If he wanted to fuck me, that was ok too, or I'd suck him off as
often as he could get it up.  I didn't care.  I just had to have
a guy who could take eight inches and like it.  Fred was a pretty
interesting guy.  On warm spring and summer nights, he'd be found
driving around the major highways in the northwest suburbs either
in his truck, or on his motorcycle.  Fred had a big thing for
hitch hikers.  He'd stop and offer them a ride to somewhere near
where they (the guys) wanted to go.  If it was especially warm
that night, he'd ask if they wanted to stop for a beer somewhere. 
This was well accepted by most of the guys, since he never picked
anyone up who looked like he was old enough to drink legally.  I
guess, a fair percentage of them took him up on it.  Anyway, he'd
get them back to his house, pour a few beers down them and see
where it would lead.  He got lucky, more often than not.

 One day Fred and I were talking about my sincere need and desire
for a lover or roommate.  He said he knew someone I might be
interested in.  The guy's name was Gary.  He met Gary the week
before in his usual method.  Gary, Fred told me, seemed to fit my
requirements exactly.  Did I want to meet him?  Did I want to
meet him?!!!  Fuck yes!  I did.  Fred went on to tell me more
about this guy.  He told me that Gary was originally from
Oklahoma and was part American Indian.  My mind wandered as I
pictured a young indian brave with nothing on but a loin cloth
and his own long, dark hair.  "What, Fred?"  I said, as I
realized that he'd asked me a question and I hadn't heard a word
of it.
  "When do you want me to bring him over?"  He repeated,
understanding where my mind had been.
  "The sooner the better." Was my reply.  I was hard already.  I
couldn't wait to see this guy.
  "I'll see if I can find him and I'll give you a call back. 
Ok?"  That was fine with me and we hung up.  Several hours later
the phone rang again.  It was Fred and he'd found Gary.  I
remember thinking that there must be a god.  Then Fred went and
made my day.  He said that Gary needed a place to stay and didn't
mind exchanging some hot times for a roof over his head.  Holy
shit!  That couldn't be more perfect.  Now, all I had to hope was
that he didn't turn out to be some derelict or that he wasn't
totally homely.  He didn't have to be great looking.  Just normal
would suffice.  Anyway, Fred said that he'd be over in a few
minutes with Gary, and that if Gary and I got along ok, then Gary
would be staying.  Things were working out too well.  Something
would have to go wrong.  Maybe, Gary wouldn't like me! Maybe he
would be some total deviate.  Oh well, I tried to calm myself
down, so I didn't attack him the moment they walked through the
door.

 Twenty minutes later the ball rang.  I ran down stairs and
answered the door.  It was Fred and there was a young guy
standing behind him, but Fred was so big, I couldn't see much of
anything.  I invited them upstairs and led the way.  Shit!  I
would have been much happier letting them go up first so I had a
chance to check this kid out.  Just a few more seconds, though. 
I got to the top of the stairs and paused as Fred walked past me. 
Then I got my first look at Gary.  He was about 5'10, 140 pounds,
had very, very long black hair and brown eyes.  His face was as
clear as could be and he had a big smile on that showed me a set
of perfect teeth.  It was obvious that he had part American
Indian in him.  His skin was deep bronze, like a lifeguard at the
end of september.  He was fucking perfect!!  I guessed him to be
20 or 21.  What more could I want? (All his clothes off and Fred
gone would have been the only thing I could have come up with at
that point) Fred and Gary sat down in the living room.  I offered
them both a beer.  Fred declined and Gary took me up on it.  Fred
explained that he only wanted to make sure that the arrangement
would be satisfactory for both of us.  I told him that it was
fine with me and Gary nodded in agreement.  Fred said that he had
to leave so Gary and I would have a chance to talk and get to
know each other a little better.  That was ok with me and he
left.

 I grabbed myself a beer and sat down on the couch next to Gary. 
He certainly wasn't shy, because as I sat, my leg pressed against
his and he never even flinched.  In fact, he even moved a little
closer to me.  We spent the next five or ten minutes with small
talk.  I found out that his only family still lived in Oklahoma
and that he'd run away three years before, when he was 16.  That
made him 19 and a little younger than I'd figured, but legal and
that was all that mattered to me.  Our talk turned to sex.  He
said he knew that I liked to fuck.  Fred had already explained
that to him before they came over.  He said he had only been
fucked a couple times and didn't mind it.  In fact, he even liked
it.  Wonderful!!  I asked him how he preferred to get off.  He
told me he liked a good rough blow job.  One where the teeth of
the person sucking rubbed and tugged at his cock while sucking. 
That was certainly alright with me if that was what he liked. 
All of the other guys I'd sucked off up till then, preferred that
the teeth stayed out of the way.

 Gary had brought all his clothes with him that night.  They
consisted on the pants he was wearing, a raggy pair of levis with
holes in the knees and two spots pretty well worn through on his
ass too.  He had two shirts and one pair of jockey shorts and two
pairs of socks.  It was obvious that the kid needed just a little
bit of cleaning up.  No problem.  We seemed to be about the same
size physically, so I told him it would be ok if he wanted to
wear some of my clothes and got a pair of jeans for him to try
on.  I figured that now was as good a time as any to get him out
of his clothes, and the clothes into the washer.  He stood up and
turned to face me.  As he did that, he opened his levis and let
them fall to his ankles.  My mouth must have dropped as the
disappearing pants exposed a beautiful semi-erect cock sticking
out the left leg opening of his jockey shorts.  He could tell I
approved and slid the shorts off too.  There we were, in the
living room, acquainted for all of a half hour, and all his
clothes were on the floor.  I told him I'd through them in the
washer for him and that he was welcome to take a shower if he
wanted.  He followed me down the hall and I showed him the
bathroom and got him a clean towel.  He hopped into the shower
and never bothered to close the bathroom door.  I could tell that
shyness wouldn't be a problem we'd have to work on.  He was very
matter-of-fact about his nudity and sexuality.  I through his
clothes in the washer and started it up.

 Gary only spent about ten minutes in the shower.  As he exited
the bathroom, I could see his beautiful, long black hair.  It
went more than half the way down his back.  He was gorgeous. 
This kid could have been a model or actor any time he wanted. 
I'd never seen a more perfect specimen.  He was drying his hair
as he walked back into the living room and sat next to me again. 
I had only been wearing a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt.  It
was too warm out that day.  As he sat next to me, I gave him a
long look.  Gary had hair in two places on his whole body.  Those
were his head and just a small patch of hair around his cock.  It
didn't look like his balls even had any hair on them.  I couldn't
take my eyes off him and it didn't take too long for him to
notice the attention he was getting.  His cock stirred and jumped
just a bit.  He was back to semi-erect in an instant.  He stopped
drying his hair and let the towel fall to the couch we were
sitting on.  I had turned a little to face him and we were
looking each other squarely in the eyes.  I glanced down, just in
time to see his perfect cock spring to full erection.  My right
hand moved up his leg toward his crotch he never moved.  He just
kept looking at me, as I finally reached his rock hard cock.  My
hand tightened around it and he closed his eyes.  This was better
than I could have imagined.  He said that we should go into the
bedroom and I was on my feet before he could finish the sentence.

 It was 1978 and the word 'aids' hadn't even been invented so the
thought of catching something from this perfect example of young
male was the farthest thing from my mind.  He walked in front of
me on the way to the bedroom.  I could see the crack of his ass
and noticed that there wasn't a strand of hair there either.  We
got to the bedroom and he pulled the sheets down and climbed on. 
My clothes were off in a flash and I was laying next to him on
the bed.  I wanted to kiss this guy.  He was so perfect in every
way.  I leaned toward him and he closed his eyes in anticipation. 
As our lips met for the first time, his arms wrapped around my
back and pulled me close to him.  My hairy chest was tight
against his beautiful hairless one.  My hands found his back and
slowly slid down to his ass.  Just like everything else about
Gary, his ass was just as perfect.  It was firm and small.  But
not too small.  As my hands squeezed his cheeks he moaned.  I
knew this was the start of something big, something great,
something I'd never want to let go of.  I was as hard as I get,
but he was too, and our cocks pulsed and touched and rubbed
against each other.  Gary asked me if I had any vaseline.  (Of
course I did.  How else could I beat myself off so much before we
met.) I reached under the bed to where I'd being keeping it so
that it was never too far away.  He opened the jar and took a
generous helping of the jelly.  Stars swept before my eyes as I
felt him slide his hand down the length of my cock, smoothing the
vaseline all over it.  He never realized how close he was to
making me cum right then.  When he was satisfied that my cock was
well lubed, Gary rolled over so that we were laying on the bed,
on our sides with his ass facing me.  His lubed hand slid between
the two round globes of his ass and under them to his balls.  He
reached behind me and guided my cock to the crack of his ass.  He
moved up a little and I felt my cock slide between his legs and
against his balls.  He tightened his legs and it felt great! I
wasn't inside of him, but without rubbing against any coarse hair
between his legs, it felt the same.

 He pushed back, against the whole length of my cock and I slid
all the way in between his legs.  His ass was tight against my
lap and his back pushed firmly against my chest.  Gary remarked
that he'd never seen anyone with so much hair on his chest.  I
commented that I'd never seen anyone with so little hair on his
body, and so began a warm and wonderful relationship.

 Once Gary was satisfied that he had me well on the way to
shooting my load all over his balls, he pulled away and took some
more of the vaseline from the jar.  Carefully, he rubbed the
deep, dark space between his two round cheeks.  I knew what was
going to happen next.  Slowly, Gary backed his ass up against my
cock as it throbbed with excitement of the fuck that was soon to
come (cum?).  He groaned a little as I felt his muscle relax and
my cock began its penetration.  He paused several times on his
way down the length of my cock.  I just laid there.  If I'd have
moved, at that point, I'd have cum inside him right away.  After
a little more effort and a couple more groans, I realized that I
was deep inside him.  I could feel the muscles in his ass as they
tightened and loosened to accept me.  He took a deep breath and
told me to fuck him.  I reached around in front of him and
grabbed his cock.  He told me not to make him cum yet.  He wanted
to blow his load in my mouth.  That was fine with me and I held
his hips as my pelvis began its thrusts.  His ass was so warm! 
It felt like he was almost on fire, but it was fantastic! I
started slowly, so he could make sure he could handle it.  No
problem, faster, faster, faster I fucked.  I got so excited, I
actually fell out of his ass a couple times.  He had no trouble
taking it all back in to the hilt.  Finally, in a blaze of
fireworks, I came.  And I came, and I came some more.  This is
what ecstacy really was meant to be.  I couldn't pump him one
more time, and Gary knew it.  I was still rock hard and had just
finished blowing, what felt like a huge load, up his ass.  He
pulled off of me quickly, turned to face me and grabbed my cock
and slid his hand up and down the length of it as fast as he
could.  I couldn't control myself.  I begged him to stop.  I was
bouncing around on the bed and the stars were back in front of
me.  I thought I was going to pass out.  I grabbed his hands and
held them still as I tried to catch my breath.

 Finally, I got back to normal.  My cock started to shrink down to
its flaccid size and I caught my breath as I turned to him and
told him how fantastic that had been.  Gary told me that this was
just the start and that there would be many more times like this. 
Then I remembered that he hadn't cum yet.  I wasn't about to feel
satisfied like that and not let him share in it.  I rolled him
onto his back and his rock hard cock pointed straight into the
air.  I moved down the bad to get into a comfortable position and
took his cock into my mouth as I licked it and nibbled ever so
slightly with my teeth.  Gary moaned and I felt his cock pulsate
as I finally got most of it in my mouth.  He put his hands around
the back of my head and pulled my mouth down hard onto him.  I
thought that would have to hurt him, but he loved it! He told me
to suck it hard and I did.  My head and mouth were bouncing onto
his cock faster than I'd ever done to anyone before.  He couldn't
control his legs and the were writhing around the bed flexing and
straightening out.  One of my hands found his balls.  They were
about the size of a pair of grapes in a small tight sack.  My
hand tugged them and squeezed just a little.  He was moaning
louder now.  Gary couldn't control his hands or arms now either. 
His arms bounced around on the bed and he got louder.  He was
almost yelling.  I let my teeth rub the head of his cock and my
mouth slid up and then back down again.  Gary was making noises
that weren't words any more.  He yelled, "ah, ah, ah, ah,
ahhhhhh" and I felt a warm spring of cum spurting into my mouth. 
Feverishly I sucked faster and faster.  My teeth pulled and
scraped his cock as I bounced my head up and down as fast as I
could.  He came.  Fuck, did he ever.  Then he stopped shooting
his load into my mouth.  Normally, this is when I'd have stopped
sucking on a guy, but I remembered what he did to me after I came
in his ass, so I kept it up.  His hands were trying to find my
head again.  He tried to stop my mouth from its sucking and my
teeth from scraping his cock.  He couldn't stop me, any more than
I could stop his hand as he stroked me after I came.  He was
lurching and bouncing around on the bed just as I had a few
minutes before.

 Finally, I stopped.  Gary was still moaning.  I took his cock
into my hand and just held it.  Slowly, he started to relax. 
Slowly he got control over the limbs that had been flailing
around so involuntarily just a moment before.  After he caught
his breath, Gary told me that I had just given him the best blow
job of his life.  I was glad, because I knew I gave him something
no one else had.  I slid back up to the head of the bed and lay
next to him.  He was still panting.  Gary had been right.  This
night was the start of a lot of fun times we'd be having
together.   I knew we were both gonna be walking around with
smiles on our faces for a long time to come.