Date: Tue, 02 Jul 2002 23:33:02 -0400
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Non-Fatal Attraction - Part 1
Non-Fatal Attraction - Part 1: Introduction by Crisis
by Blonde
The following is a re-write of a story I posted in September entitled
"Male Rapture Across Cultures". That story was a fantasy collaboration
between myself and an Asian cyber-friend. I ask the readers to
assist me in suggesting plot details that focus on the characters
introduced in the opening paragraphs. All the usual disclaimers apply.
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The university I was attending was in a mid-Atlantic city just the
other side of a precariously reputed neighborhood from where I was
residing during my tenure of graduate study. That night there was
a commotion of breaking glass and strident "ghetto voices" spewing
a torrent of racial and homophobic vitriol just off route from my
destination. This gritty boulevard served as part of my pedestrian
passage to either home or class. The noise seemed to emanate from an
alleyway, and I reached into the breast pocket of my leather jacket
for my small blunt ended .38 as I carefully approached the scene. In
the darkness it was difficult to visualize clearly, but four or five
tall and generally broadly built males had a smaller man pinned to
the side of a wall and one appeared to brandish the open end of a
bottle to their defenseless victim. Oblivious to my presence,
another guffawed and yelled out something like "hold up blood!
I got my own bottle pulled out and I'm 'bout to poke his little ass
with it."
The remark prompted a round of crude banter until, unnoticed I had
stepped back from the entrance aiming my weapon down the alley, I
loudly insisted that they desist and exit immediately. With angry
shocked expressions they protested the interruption in their heinous
assault and reluctantly withdrew from the alley in strides of tough
gait and menacing glares. "We seen you white boy. You best watch
your back when you bring your fairy ass to this part of town. Your
little friend there can't fuck you nearly as good as we could." I
kept my weapon trained on one and then the other until they were
nearly out of sight several blocks away. "Dats right, white man,
you keep that gun out and pointed. Next time, we'll have a special
kind o' gun for your tight ass."
With my weapon still drawn, I carefully stepped into the poorly lit
trash strewn alley noticing the victim apparently dazed and looking
about confusedly. I softly declared my good intentions and on closer
inspection, I realized he was naked. He appeared to be Asiatic of
ruddy bronze complexion with pleasing boyish features but somehow
lanky, betraying a more mature reality. He spoke almost matter-of-
factly. "I need to find my clothes." He arose from a bent over
position from which he had been picking over some refuse. At that
moment, I was astonished to notice that his dick was stretched hard.
It certainly was not big, but his cock in the soft light appeared
invitingly supple in exotic hues of olive colored smoothness.
This surprising exposure seemed to mellow out for me what had been
to this point, a terrifying situation.
"Here, wear this in the meantime." I had taken off my jacket and
presented it to him as his only covering. Trying to set an
optimistic tone, I weakly suggested he continue his search while I
sought help. His amazingly calm expression briefly shifted to one
of distressed panic as he implored me not to stray far a field.
I had barely made it back to the entry of the alley before sirens
were audible and police squad cars were coming to an abrupt halt
on the pavement adjacent to the sidewalk perpendicular to the alley.
Before the officers had climbed out of the vehicles, I had laid
"my piece" on the ground next to me. In the ensuing confusion of the
intervention, the victim identified me as someone who had come to his
aid. He was covered with a blanket and remained in a bafflingly
stoic and steady composure through all the mayhem of the investigation.
I imagined had I been brutalized in the same fashion, I would have
been a babbling idiot in the aftermath, my nerves frazzled by shock
and trauma. He sustained bruises to the neck and arms, probably the
result of the struggle in his involuntary disrobing. An ambulance
rushed him to a nearby hospital and the police were polite enough
to tell me his name in exchange for my agreement to file a report of
public display of my gun (which I assured was registered in the city)
and to remain in town for at least the next forty eight hours. Later
that night, when calling the hospital, I was told my new acquaintance
had been admitted and would be held for observation for at least a day.
Despite the fearful events of that night, I was determined to meet
with the victim at least once more. It was such a stunning welcome
to encounter the man's meat this way. I couldn't get it out of my
mind. His steely demeanor through it all had a breathlessly attractive
quality. I stormed into the apartment that served as my shelter
during my brief course of study ignoring my roommate. I furiously
threw off all my clothes tossing them randomly aside and was naked
before I reached the bathroom door. "Why do you have a boner?
Have you met someone?" he called out as I carelessly slammed the door.
In the shower I beat off, culminating in the most intense convulsive
ejaculatory spasms I could recall in recent memory.
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The next morning I had a meeting at campus with department faculty
about my proposed thesis, but my mind was elsewhere. Even several
hours later, I was distracted by the memory of that magnetic meat
and pondered whether or not I would ever enjoy a repeat encounter.
In this free-spirited city with its thriving gay population,
opportunities were manifest and I had seen many nude aroused males
since the beginning of my sojourn here. But for the first time since
my arrival, my breathing had become shallow and I became very
sensually conscious of my body. While I had engaged in several
episodes of casual sex, for the first time in years I sensed the
unmistakable symptoms of falling in lust.
I cravenly lusted for the man I was to visit in the hospital later
that morning and for the first time in several years, I feared the
possible rejection from the one I so physically coveted. I found him
in a hospital bed which the back had been mechanically propped up
half way to a seated position. The bed next to him was unoccupied,
allowing our encounter in the room to be unaccompanied. He was
disinterestedly reading an academic text provided him from a fellow
student who had visited him earlier in the morning as I later learned
he was in his last year as an undergraduate at the same school. I
was able to gain a more complete impression of him in better lighting.
He had lean good looks and a friendly but reserved expression. We
exchanged pleasantries and he thanked me sincerely but not effusively
for coming to his assistance. He informed me that he was comfortable
and suffered only minor soreness. He regarded me with piercing dark
brown eyes which suggested he was gleaning from me more information
about me non-verbally. Somehow the conversation turned to the event
of the previous night and the fact that he had all his clothes stripped
away. Nervously, fidgeting, and unable to look him directly in the
eye, I stumbled on my words as I gallingly attempted to inquire about
his erection. In another stunning gesture that again caught me off
guard, he sternly snatched up the front of his hospital gown exposing
his naked torso and once again revealing for me his small but elegantly
complexioned mesmerizing swollen man meat. "Is this what you were
looking for?" he asked with no special intonation.
I gasped with a sense of good fortune. I figured it to be 5" with wet
and slick uncut foreskin sweetly adorning a partially uncovered crown
with a prominent slit for a pee hole. It was nestled against a not
prominent but nonetheless strikingly conspicuous jet black thicket of
man bush. Oblong marbles dangled in an olive colored sac, already
festering the earthy ingredients that would be such an important part
of our impending intense physicality.
Instinctively, I bent down and opened my mouth sticking my tongue
part way out to become more intimately acquainted with this beauty.
Before I could make contact, he just as severely pulled his gown back
down, hiding all these charms from my affections. "Are you NUTS?
You can't do THAT in here! A nurse could walk in any moment." Of
course, his pragmatism was well considered. Less than three minutes
later a nurse arrived to check his chart and provide more painkillers. She
announced that unless a later examination by the doctor showed a worse
diagnosis, he would be released before the end of the day.
He assured me he had adequate transportation to the dorm where he
resided and I provided him with my phone number and e-mail address.
I bashfully but emphatically asserted that we must meet again. He
responded with a wink and a smile.
Despite this meeting which presented an obvious mutual attraction,
the intensity of my own arousal was not what I had anticipated.
I was not just washed over by a warm haze of lust as I had expected.
Almost without thinking, I acknowledged myself returning home through
the neighborhood where the thwarted assault took place. Even though
it was still daylight, I was astounded by my thoughtless disregard
for the danger I placed myself in. Could it be that the re-creation
of the fearful feelings I experienced that fearsome night were now
summoning the lust and excitement I had initially sought, upon meeting
with my new friend?
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MalayGuy_________________________________________________________
From: Malay Guy <ari@campus.edu>
To: <blonde220@mail.com>
Date: March 26, 1997
Subject: Let us meet, I think you are sexy !!
Dear Blonde,
Thank you again for saving me from my assault and thank you for coming
to the hospital to visit me. I think you discovered then how I feel
about you.
Although I am Malaysian, I think white men are sexier. I am very
attracted to blonds and I think you are hot. My country is very
conservative and I have refrained from having sex with anybody in
your country. You seem very pleasant and would probably be discreet
if we enjoyed sex.
For this reason, I would like us to make plans to meet and have sex.
You have seen me naked and now I hope you provide me the opportunity
to be with each other without any clothes. I want to see if you have
much body hair (including the pubic zone) and if it matches the blond
hair on your head.
Please call or write back soon.
Fondly,
Ari
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I read this e-mail message two days after his hospital stay and it
had the effect of triggering my dick to jump and swell in my pants.
Indeed, my cock filled out to full mast and tented my jeans probably
quicker than any other stimulus in several years. This verbiage was
refreshingly to the point in a city where the chase is regarded a
matter of false sophistication. His message was so direct, devoid of
the usual coy innuendo; nothing suggesting any covert tests, games,
or ulterior motives. He plainly and lustfully expressed his interest
in having sex with me. He bluntly expressed a need to satisfy a
yearning curiosity about my physical attributes. In a more perfect
world, this is the way it should be between men. Being versatile in
the manner of how I physically interact with other males, it was of no
concern to me that he did not express any desire for the specific
nature of our impending intimacies.
The next day, we spoke on the phone and hashed out the logistics of
our first physical encounter. Since his roommate would be away all
weekend, we would meet at his dorm. I confessed to having been
aroused to self-coital pleasure twice since having received his e-mail
and made no attempt to conceal the eagerness with which I anticipated
our rendezvous. In return, he calmly asked me to give very detailed
accounts of my masturbatory technique. How much pressure did I apply?
Did I use specific fingers or whole hand? Did I fondle my balls or
play with my crotch and asshole? He asked for specific details of my
fantasies about him as I pleasured myself. I shamelessly admitted
that I obsessively contemplated being acquainted with his tantalizing
meat once again.
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That Friday night, his dormitory practically empty, we enjoyed hot sex
for the first time in a private shower stall. Through the rushing
water I celebrated my first opportunity for an up front and close
encounter with the dazzling toned gender prong that endeared him to me
with such physicality. I wrapped my fingers around his twitching cock
as I kneeled down to enable my urgent oral embrace, which was now
second nature to me. His sweetly veined satiny textured small roll of
man flesh responsively flinched and throbbed as my tongue
enthusiastically swept up and down the satin tender surface. Within
seconds, I had the animated living staff engulfed by lips, tongue,
and sensitive palate in a vigorous grip of unyielding suction. I
thrilled to the sweet and salty taste of his mounting male pleasure
as he sighed in response to the intensity of my ministrations; both
his hands clamped firmly to either of my temples. My tongue explored
about the crown as well as the shaft, tracing and pulling, and
invading under his pliant ample foreskin. After only a few minutes,
I was able to wrest from him the eruption of his climax. My tongue
greedily lapped at the musky slightly congealed sluice that spewed
from his gaping pee hole following each of several throbs of his
over-excited sex organ.
Following a session of toweling each other dry in focused exploration,
we contemplated our exit to Ari's dorm room just across the hall and
two rooms down. Impatient to remain unclothed in each other's
presence, my friend exited with clothes in hand, and only a towel
wrapped around his waist. Opening the door to the hall, he checked
that the environs were clear and he signaled me to follow in my state
of complete nudity. I scooted into the hall, my swaggering dick
beginning to stiffen again. We hastily shuffled to the dorm room
door, Ari's towel falling from his waist in an accompaniment of our
own snickers and titters. Once inside, presumably unnoticed in our
ribald behavior, we tossed our clothes and effects to a nearby bed,
collapsing in an intimate swoon of naked embrace on his unmade bed.
Mouths, tongues, and fingers probe and explore the full length and
surfaces of each other's corpus like two adolescent boys thrilling to
the discovery of the inexhaustible physical pleasures that can be
achieved between males. Dark flesh against pale flesh, pale skin
against dark skin, warm kisses, firm fingers, and fleshy embraces
between differing body parts would, from time-to-time force sensual
overdrive to one another's cocks. A soft groan would herald the
spasmodic emission of slippery ecstatic release on one or both of us. Our
carnal play would only be interrupted by the occasional snatch of a bedside
tissue to clean away the strongly scented discharges that originated from
the dizzily sultry inflammations of our loins.
After what seemed like hours, my new companion in lust was immersed
in deep slumber in my arms. I lay there in the dark, his warmth
comfortably snuggling my nakedness, puzzled by the lack of
satisfaction in our first night of full body contact. Inevitably,
my mind would wander back to the ominous location and the almost
desperate scenario of our first meeting. Once again, I was astonished
at how I would stiffen with the contemplation of sinister activity.
This seemed so irrational. I was soon to be reminded of the frequent
discrepancy between the sensible inclination sought by one's head and
the horny disposition of his dick.
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Any and all suggestions from readers are welcome. I think you can
appreciate that in my next chapter I would like to re-introduce the
characters from the opening scenario. Any assistance in that
objective would be most welcome. Please write to
blondeallover@hotmail.com.