Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2014 06:12:27 -0500
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: The Sweet Smell of Sex

The sweet smell of sex.

When doing my weekly constitutional in the borough gym I could not  help
but notice this guy on the hand bar, gazing at me like he knew me or
something. Perhaps he did but I had no recollection ever of meeting  him.
His stare was daunting and magnetic, I felt myself responding and  staring
back at him and he just grinned and waved to  me.
Then he came over to me as I struggled with the walking frame, the
preservation pouring out of me.
I made up my mind at the beginning of the year that I would stick  to my
New Year's resolution to get back into the shape I was just five years  back,
when I was eighteen.
Not that my slight bulge seemed to worry the bachelor girls in the  office
who continue to flirt unashamedly with me. I heard on the quiet that they
are having a bet as to who dates me first.
Once bitten twice shy is my motto after a very disastrous affair  with a
girl called Janice. Talk about passion out of control. It seemed like she
could never keep her hands away from my dick and crashed my mind about the
feminine sex wanting romance primarily. There was me thinking that a trip to
the  cinema, being my first date with her, would be nice and we would see how
it went  from there.
But was I old fashioned or what? This girl was besotted by sex and  getting
her fill, even in the back row of the cinema which I found most  intrusive.
Okay so I went with the French kissing which seemed to become more
passionate when Jonny Depp appeared on the screen.
"I think he is so sexy and adorable" she whispered, her tongue  messing
with mine. "But you are too Pete. I am so glad you asked me out for a  date.
(Which wasn't quite true, one of the office girls, I found out  later, told
her I was too shy to ask her for a date so she simply approached me  and
asked where we were going that night?)
But, I was in her clutches then in the cinema and no mistake. I  decided
just to let her have her pleasure and submit to her passion. She was
obviously having a good time beneath my belt and I felt so embarrassed when she
unfastened my trouser zip, pulled my appendage out and promptly put it into her
 mouth. Okay the feeling was good, it was sort of soothing I guess but
nothing  that really turned me on, like I wanted to go further with her later or
anything  like that.
I did feel sort of sorry for her when, after the cinema, she  invited me
home and said I could stay over if I liked. I sort of got out of it  by saying
I am not a one night slander and left it at that. But she did not let  it
go there;
"I didn't mean that, what you take me for. I am not that kind of  girl!"
She was shouting and was very angry.
"Nothing personal" I offered calmly. It is just that I like to take  time
that's all and with that she jumped out of the passenger seat and slammed
the car door behind her, yelling something about I was a dick-head and I had
blown it and some other nasty amazing accusations that I was gay or
something.
Truth is I never fancied her anyway. Truth is I didn't fancy any of  the
other girls in the call centre office either. The whole truth is I don't
fancy girls that way period!
I guess Janice did do me a favour though. She made me aware of my
sexuality. Secretly I knew I had a yearning for well-shaped guys I had seen  working
out in the gym. And I did imagine once or twice what it would be like
working out sexually with a guy.
But that was as far as it went the idea of actually approaching a  guy on
that level seemed abhorrent to me. I don't know why. Just the way I was
brought up I guess that being homosexual was  unnatural.
I guess the only way I would get involved with another guy that was  by
invitation. But I knew I was particular and would not submit to just anyone,
like this old guy who tapped me on the shoulder in a public lieu and murmured
 something about wanking me off.
That put me in a state of confusion for a while, thinking was I  really gay
or what? But of course, and reading about homosexuality, I learned  that
finding the right mate is as natural as any prospective relationship – that
the crude `toilet bashing'  syndrome  relates generally to those who cannot
get it any other way, and are content to  let a complete stranger wank them
off, or suchlike. Just for the  kicks.
I eventually worked it out and hoped somehow that special guy would  appear
in my life and take me by storm, and no more messing with anal vibrators
which I had purchased online. They were fun and to be honest I did become
possessive discovering different ways and positions in which I could get the
best satisfaction. It seems crazy now that I spent many hours of sheer bliss
 with a bulbous dildo stuck up my anus, feeling the sensual movement inside
me as  I walked about. And also seeing myself fuck my hole in a specially
positioned  manner ,  as I laid sideways on the carpet and  presented myself
for a long and lovely gratifying sexual extravaganza.
But it was all part of the learning curve when I began to realise  that al,
that was just a poor substitute for the real thing, So I started to  have
fantasies as to how it would be and feel with a real hard cock up there,  and
all the wonderful attributes s  given to that.
So now at last, was it all happening? The rather gorgeous hunky guy  in the
gym who was staring at me?  And my response was I responded. He must  have
seen something in my expression as he came over to me and introduced
himself as Richard, and that he was a place officer, but not to worry, he had  not
come to arrest me!
My mind was saying I wouldn't' mind if he did. He was so nice and  fri
endly and I felt so comfortable with him, like I had known him for duration.
Well it seemed like that as we got acquainted, he asking about why I was
working out that I didn't need t  with a gorgeous body like mine.
I guess what he said was the signal that I could well be starting  an
intimate relationship with him and dispose forever all those plastic
substitutes.
Well he asked me if he would like him to join me in the restaurant  after
our sessions and I gladly agreed.
By body language and suggestion he made it quite clear to me that  he would
like to extend our brief encounter. He had that sort of very becoming  base
voice that I loved so much.
He had kept himself well in trim that was apparent. I felt that I  was
chemically right for Richard and when he asked me back to his place a  shudder
went up my spine at the prospect of being sexually involved with this  lovely
guy whom, I guess had already stolen my  heart.
I knew than about my true sexual leaning. No more confusion.  Getting it
out of my head what my parents said, that it was unnatural to be  anything
else but heterosexual.
I have known for a long time that I have felt as I imagine a woman  would
feel when it came to sexual stimulation and that is what I wanted with
Richard. We were as very much on par as I told him all about my former sexual
hang-ups and he calmed me, hugging me tight, his lips touching mine just
softly.
"Let this, your first experience be something very special, I want  that
Pete. I want to get that quite straight from the start; I want you as a
person. I want your all and everything that  entails."
This guy had it all for me. He seemed so considerate and out front.  And
when he showed me what to do it felt so lovely and wonderful. The tingle was
there in my being as he showed me how to touch him, first over his jeans
which  were so very sensual and delightful. There was I with another guy doing
intimate  things that I thought would never happen, that I would have to
live with my  erotic fantasies and never experience the real  thing.
"We were surely made for each other Pete that is how I feel right  now."
He prompted me to unzip his fly and I felt him grow beneath his jeans, so
warm and inviting. Obviously this guy was experienced and I wondered if he had
 other relationships. Now there is another thing. Like he could read my
mind,  because he told me he had been with two other guys and went on to tell
me how  special they were at the time but eventually they grew away from each
other. The  first being because he was bisexual and decided he preferred
woman, and the  second called Jason who went into politics about which they
argues and argued  their differences so the relationship dimmed and never
regained that something  which was with them for six months.
Richard said that with me he felt something he had never felt  before.  He
knew how to flatter me  and no mistake and I loved it. More especially I
loved the feel and touch of him  and it was lovely the way he let me pull him
out of his trousers. He beckoned me  to massage him and I felt the prominence
of a real live cock other than my own  which was quite different
altogether. Rubbing him up for a bit I sniffed my hand  and smelt the sweet smell of
sex, I knew after wanking myself. Even that seemed  relevant to our new
relationship, the similarity of our body scent, which seemed  to herald the need
to go further and further and share the passion we both had  for each other.
He murmured for me not to stop as now, he pushed down his jeans and  blue
boxer shorts down to his knees giving me full access to his full erection
which looked s divine.
He asked me what I thought and I joked that it was like a big  whale. That
was just the start of a banter we would share, a banter which became  part
and parcel of our relationship and, as I tasted him that very first time, I
felt a surge of pure ecstasy, for want of a better word , in my hind, like a
 hunger that needed quenching . I felt the joy of sucking, tasting and
massaging  his balls and then, teasing his foreskin tight back, that is what he
wanted, I  say a blob of cum settle on his p-hole and straight away I knew I
must lick it  off, very gently so as to make it as erotic as I could for my
new guy, I  followed that by teasing it with the tip of my tongue and then
licking the whole  of his beautiful erection down to his balls and back
again.
Then the urge returned to suck again, this time with more gusto  which
Richard loved, moving his hips to tease it around in my mouth as I  succeeded in
deep throating hi, finding out just how long I could hold my breath  before
releasing it. And the real reward for all that was the deep taste of cock
in my throat and I knew I would want to do that again and again, I wanted to
 learn how to hold my breath longer and make it so very special for  him
It was going to be so much fun to discover the different way we  could
pleasure each other, and he was soon to let me feel the wonderful  sensation of
being sucked for the first time, cock-wise and everything else  wise. It was
beautiful and so wonderfully gratifying feeling his response to my
enjoyment of his cock and everything, he wanting me on all fours and other
positions to feel, touch and massage my hind, it was heaven on earth as he
stretched me so wide apart and sucked my hole, his tongue easing gently into me
with the help of his fingers gradually opening me for his fuck I wanted so
much.
We both groaned in exact enjoying each other to the full. He talked  dirty
about wanting my ass and I retaliated. The sexual feeling of all that was  a
strong stimulant and I wanted him to fuck my ass until it was raw. And when
he  entered me, when he'd lubricated me and slapped me I felt him drag me
from the  floor, having me position myself on all fours, my ass prominent for
his fuck. I  felt the first surge of his stiffness start to thrust into me.
He yelled I was  his bugger boy and tugged my hair as he started to fuck me
hard. I gasped for  breath as he entered me deeply and knew at last what it
was like to be fucked by  real time cock rather than a substitute. It hurt
at first, the movement was  different from any substitute I had used and
much more invigorating and  wholesome and perfect. I soon grew accustomed to
Richard's beautiful fucks as we  did to each other.
For me Richard had showed me the way and I am forever  grateful.  Once  a
week he shows me different ways to  share our passion.
I love him I really do. It just has to work. The way he shags me  says it
will, the way he treats me says it will. It must  then!