Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2008 12:31:15 -0800 (PST) From: Mark Stephens <sunspots2008@yahoo.com> Subject: Ronnie's Girl part 1 Ronnie's Girl part 1 By Mark Stephens The air is cool, there is music playing softly in the background, I think it is the Moody Blues and "Your Wildest Dreams", and I am sucking your cock. I feel almost like I am in a hypnotic state; not because I am doing something against my will, but because I feel so peaceful and in a higher state of mind. I am your girl tonight and I love it. I glance up at you and I see a dreamy look of contentment on your face. We are at the early feel good stage of a great blow job. I know that before we finish your expression will turn to a frenzy of primal need and pleasure and I will be the reason why. I love to be able to bring you so much pleasure. Straight guys don't understand why another man would go down on his knees to suck someone's cock, but we know. We know the rush, the sexual thrill we get when we are bring off another guy. A cocksucker knows why he sucks cock even if others only give us scorn -- we like it and if we are lucky, we love it. With you Ronnie, I think I love it. I met Ronnie on the Internet and we e-mailed back and forth about our fantasies and hopes for the future. We both came to accepting we were gay later in life than most and we wanted to be with other men not just for sex, but for the intimacy of lying in bed, snuggling and talking with someone who understands who we really are, not just who we appear to be. We came to the conclusion that we were, at least theoretically, compatible, and perhaps we should get together in person. While geography is an impediment, modern transportation provides the instruments to overcome distance. We finally agreed that I would travel to Ronnie and he would reserve a room in a primarily gay Bed & Breakfast on a beautiful lake. We settled on reserving the Oscar Wilde suite with a large feather bed and whirlpool tub. With that settled, I booked a flight on JetBlue Airlines to Hobby Airport (HOU). When the weekend arrived I headed to Dulles, parked in the "Green Lot" and boarded the shuttle to the terminal. It was the start of a beautiful Saturday morning and I was excited and even a little nervous. The flight was uneventful, but as we approached our destination and I adjusted my watch to Central Time, the butterflies re-appeared in my stomach. Was I making a mistake? I don't really know anything about Ronnie except what he has told me in our e-mail exchanges. Will he be disappointed in me? I am trying to lose weight and get back to "my old self", but it is a slow and frustrating process. At this point in my life my hair is almost as much illusion as reality. Will my 5.5" cock disappoint him? I know that some studies say that 5.5" to 6.5" is average, but I have always been self conscious about my size. I keep hearing that 6" is average. Well, even if it isn't average, it has managed to give me a lot of pleasure over the years. I've got to stop this line of thinking or I am going to get on a return flight before we meet. "Think positive...think positive." Yes, this is going to be a great weekend! I have been looking forward to this weekend for a couple of months and nothing is going to spoil it. I smiled at the thought of all our little jokes. I remember the time I took the "How gay are you test" at http://www.channel4.com/gayometer and then I challenged Ronnie to take the test too. I was determined to be 43% gay -- "I am a happy well adjusted homo guy." Ronnie topped out at 50% gay - "You're very open-minded between the sheets and just as balanced when out on the streets!" I know we get along well and this will be a great weekend, with more to come. I think it would be great to spend a week together at the Outer Banks or on South Padre Island. Maybe we could find a nude beach, that would add some excitement and perhaps some real eye candy to keep us horny all week. The candles in our room flicker as the air conditioner roars to life; your cock is hard as steel and aimed at the heavens like an Apollo rocket. I lick your missile again as I imagine that your cock is on the launching pad at Cape Kennedy. Stream is rising off your sleek rocket as it vibrates in the early morning light. The crew is on board waiting for a ride to the heavens. The launch sequence is on autopilot as I plunge down on your cock as far as I can. Rapidly I bob up and down on your cock while swirling my tongue around your crown. You grasp my head and hold it in place while starting to piston your hips, thrusting your cock deep into my wet velvet mouth. Mission control can no longer stop the launch. You are heading to the moon as a monotone voice counts down 10...9...8....7... and you cry out in passion; "Suck my cock Mark... oh yah... fuck yah... suck it! Oh god... oh fuck... oh fuck... fuck... suck me Mark... suck me... oh fuck... oh fuck Mark!" You grasp my head in a vice grip of lust, your cock expands and throbs, my reward is coming. I massage your balls and suck faster. Suddenly, your hot cum blasts out into my eager mouth. I keep sucking and swallowing. I am drunk on the scent of a man. God how I love this, how I love being gay, how I love sucking your cock. Oh God Ronnie, how I love my 50% gay man! You look down at me, still on my knees with cum dribbling out of the corners of my mouth. You smile slowly and stroke the sides of my head. Then you bend down and kiss the top of my head. I tilt my head and you kiss my lips. I open my mouth and we snowball your payload, each swallowing our share. You reach under my arms and pull me up, slowly backing into the bed. As you lean back into the bed you pull me down and kiss me again. You reach under the waist band of my boxers and I lift my ass as you slowly push my "smiley face" boxers down my legs. I reach back and pull them to my feet and then kick them off. I am still lying on top of you, skin to skin, cock to cock. I pump my cock alongside yours, it only takes a minute and I explode between our grinding bodies. It's sticky and I love it. I love the scent of cum lingering over the bed, our bed. We are kissing; first sweetly in the afterglow of great sex, then with more passion. I break the kiss and slide off you, rolling over on my back and slipping my hand into yours. Side-by-side, hips touching and squeezing your hand we both look across at each other with deep affection. I reach down and pull the sheet up over us and we both drift off to sleep. This is where I belong, in bed with another man, not just a sex partner, but with a lover. To be continued... Please send any comments or suggestions to Mark Stephens, sunspots2008@yahoo.com Did the story inspire you, make you horny, or create a lustful longing to be in bed with Ronnie and I? Take the gay test at http://www.channel4.com/gayometer and let me know the results. Then join us in bed for part 2.