Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2000 02:32:13 GMT
From: stickman36@hotmail.com
Subject: swimming with god (masturbation)

Swimming with god

He is the perfect type, the answer to all my prayers.  Lean and dark
featured, he's only 24 and hung just right-not too big and not too small.
His olive colored skin is tanned and taught over his young body.  He has
lips that I want to suck for a week and an ass that I just want to rub and
rub and rub.  To make it all that more of a tease, he is hairy enough to be
manly, yet not so much so that he is a forest waiting to burn.  Every time I
look at him I just want to cum in my pants.  And when he speaks to me and
makes eye contact, those deep brown eyes sear me to the core.  He could ask
me anything and I do, anything!

We were away on a business trip recently and decided to go swimming.  I knew
he was off limits, but at least I could look at him and watch him without
drawing too much attention.  He'd forgotten his swim suit but decided to
swim in his A&F shorts with his Calvin boxers underneath.  I thought I would
die when he took off his shirt and showed me the largest, brownest nipples I
have ever seen.  It was all I could do to keep from licking him from head to
toe.

We swam and played for a while and then I got water logged. I had to get
out.  Besides, it would give me a chance to watch from pool side and his
dove and swam.  He'd dive right in front of me (as if he knew I was staring
at his ass) and pop his ass out of the water.  One time he moved too quick
and the shorts and Calvins slid down to his knees.  There it was, for a
millisecond...the ass of my wet dreams.  Instantly I was hard and had that
tingling feeling that I was gonna cum.  I held on.

He got out of the pool and laid on the grass next to me, dripping as he
soaked up the sun.  He napped next to me and I watched this perfect chest
rise and fall with every breath.  He is so slender and fit that I could see
into his shorts when he exhaled.  I swore to myself that he was doing this
to me on purpose.  His dick had positioned itself in the up position and
would peek its little head out of his shorts when he exhaled.  I literally
had to sit on my hands to keep them from slipping into his pants.

And then it happened.  He rolled over to face me and I could see that he was
waking up.  A slight beeze fluttered past and his nipples got instantly
hard.  These brown and bronzed jewels became like rocks and poked right at
me.  It felt like they winked at me.  I had to go.

He drove the car back.  I was so hard that I could barely stand up straight.
  But I pretended to have a knot in my side from all the swimming and he was
very tender and caring.  My plan was that his driving would let me stare at
his legs and maybe get a cheap touch now and then as I leaned over to change
the stations on the radio.

By the time we got back I had to go to my room and jerk off.   I could
barely keep my hands off myself wishing and imagining it was him.  He would
come to me and slide my bathing suit off, gently kissing me.  I just pushed
on his shorts and they fell to the floor.  We were naked and embracing.  As
I stroked I went to my knees in front of my dream man and took him in one
breath.  Slowly and gently I sucked and licked and bit and kissed.  As I
reached the point of no return it was clear that he was cumming with me.  I
closed my eyes and let it happen and then lifted my hand to my mouth to lick
it all up.  I could taste his sweat, even if it was a fantasy.  And then I
swallowed.  Too bad it was only a dream.  But we still had two more weeks
together and I knew I'd have more to "think" about too.

If you like this story or have comments, contact me at
stickman36@hotmail.com.  I'd love to hear from you.