Date: Sun, 29 Aug 1999 23:05:57 EDT
From: Wilson583@aol.com
Subject: Adventure part three m/m vanilla

                      Adventure - part three

It was a sign of bright days ahead.  The slanting stream of
sunlight splashed across the room and awakened me before the
telephone rang.  Looking out the window, I saw the city
painted in glorious colors, the drabness of it washed away
by yesterdays' storm.

The hours seemed to move forward at a rapid pace consumed
by the early morning chores of shaving, showering, packing
and sending off a few last minutes postcards.  Suddenly, I
fell in love with New Orleans, captivated by its' charms and,
except for the exciting prospect of driving cross country, I
sensed a reluctance to leave it.  This was a city where its
people lived their dreams, shaping their lives to themselves
without the concern of social consequences.  I discovered my
true self here.  All the old conflicts seemed to have dis-
appeared.  That is, all but one.  Sometime in the near future
I had to cross over, and I cupped my heavy balls and caressed
my turgid cock.  Be patient.  I knew it would happen.  When
the time was right, it would happen.


We had beignets and sipped coffee one last time at the Cafe
du Monde in the french quarter.  He told me to call him Michael.

"After all," he said, "Maybe I'm an old man in your eyes.
Well, we are going to be together for a long while.  Maybe six
or eight weeks or so.  Mr Davis is pretty formal, don't you
think?"  He was looking out over Jackson Square at the St Louis
Cathedral, "You know, Danny, I'm going to have another beignet
and then I'm going to order a dozen to take along with us."

His black eyes sparkled with the fire of suppressed energy,
and his ever-present smile illuminated his handsome face
revealing white, even teeth.  he had not shaved and the stubble
of his two day beard scratched my cheek as he brushed his lips
over mine in a casual kiss of greeting.  "You didn't let it
all spout out last night did you?  Did you save some for me?"

I blushed and nodded yes and looked away in a sudden rush of
embarrassment.  He sat back in his chair, his lean body seemed
to stretch out with his legs spread apart.  His tight silk
pants did nothing to camoflage the bulge in his crotch.  "We're
going to do it today, Danny.  You know that, I want to taste
that virgin sap of yours."

I turned away.  His candidness was upsetting.  I felt like a
bride leaving the reception.  I wanted him.  I made a
committment to him yesterday afternoon, and I intended to keep
it.  I wanted to, but I was afraid.  What if I disappointed
him.  I wasn't even certain of what was expected of me, but
one thing I was sure of, was that he was the ony man I could
make it with right now.

He looked directly at me, and rolling his tongue over his
lips, he said, "I want to eat your beignet," and he grabbed
it off the plate and popped what was left of it into his
mouth.  "Ummm good!" he said and we both laughed and he
signaled the waiter to order more.


We drove over the bridge to Algiers and headed in a south-
westerly direction.  "Let's take the blue highways, the
country roads that lead us into the small towns," and we
turned onto Highway #1 and headed north to Thibodeaux.  He
must have been aware of my self-conscious state.  Though a
certain shyness silenced me, his excited talk filled all
the spaces, and his relaxed manner made awkwardness
disappear.

"What a glorious day this is," he said brightly,  "Look
at that blue sky, not a cloud anywhere.  Rare for the gulf
coast, you know.  I tell you Danny, it's going to be a
scorcher.  A little different than yesterday, wouldn't you
say?"

His automobile was convertible, and he had the top down.
The breeze caused by its' momentum whirled about us.  it
was only nine o'clock, but the temperature was already warm
and heading for hot.

"We'll stop just outside of Thibideaux for lunch.  One of my
clients has a house there.  There's a pool, and we can
swim and cool off.  He's in Europe, but I've got a key to
the gate," he said.  "It'll take us a few hours to get there
though."

I nodded my assent, never taking my eyes off him, thinking
how handsome he was, his lips smiling all the time, deepset
eyes flashing their signal of energy, contained, but ready
to explode.

He was casually dressed in a pink t-shirt and pale yellow
silk jeans.  Again the effeminate colors seemed to
accentuate how macho he was.  His arms were muscular and
covered with fine black hair.  His hands gripped the wheel
and steered the car with bravado and confidence, as we sped
along the road.  The T-shirt was like a second skin that
clung to his firm chest accented by two protruding nipples.
The shirt had been tapered, for it adhered to his flat
abdominals without a wrinkle.

"The hotel packed us lunch you know, chicken, southern
fried and cold white wine.  Chenin Blanc, I hope.  Then I
think we'll go over 113 to New Iberia.  Cajon country!
Good food and exciting people."

I stole a look at the yellow slacks that gripped his crotch
and clearly separated his cock from his balls in their
definite outlines.  It gave me a thrilling surge to my own
loins to watch, as he rested his hand there and squeeze
or scratch the growing bulge.  I remembered last night,
when he walked naked, in front of everyone,  with no
embarrassment or shyness, proudly showing off his erection,
his cock swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the music,
and singing of gay love.  What would it be like to touch
that naked hairy cock, to play with those lowhanging
testicles that were suspended from it.  The back of my
throat tightened in unaccustomed desire,  a hunger for
something beyond my experience, a horny need that was
there, and I began to tremble in anticipation.

"Yessir, I figure I'll drive 'til lunch time, and then if
we decide to move on, you can drive from there.  It's an
easy car to handle, real easy. Was why I bought it.  That
and 'cause it's a convert," he paused and was quiet for a
moment picking at the right nipple with his left hand, and
then, "Danny, it's pretty warm.  How about us getting some
sun?" he said abruptly, and with that he veered off the road
and onto the shoulder and stopped the car.  It was so sudden
I didn't have time to think about it, and with a swooping motion
he peeled the T-shirt off, and threw it to the back seat.
His nipples expanded now that the confinement was
gone.  They were each as big as the tip of my thumb, and
covered the whole aerole.  His hands went to them
automatically, and seemed to caress them as though they
were tender.  A smile flashed across his face as he saw me
stare at them.  "Real sensitive this morning," he said,
"Guess they got played with a bit last night.
Come on Danny," and he reached to me and began unbuttoning my
shirt.  Without protesting, I let him help me take it off.
"Sweet little nips you got there," and he leaned forward
and kissed each of them, and the great surge of blood
began again, but instinctively I pulled away.  He sensed
my rejection and backed away.  "Not the time or place,"
he said with a deep down chuckle.

We fell into a comfortable silence.  I sat back in the
seat enjoying the motion and vibration of the warm breeze
as it gently massaged my body.

After an hour or so of driving, he turned to me.  "There it
is," he said suddenly, and he made a right turn
onto a narrow lane lined with blooming cottonwoods.  A
quick turn of the road and a huge southern plantation-type
mansion appeared, all white with soaring pillars holding
up a green portico.  The property was surrounded by a stone
wall about six feet tall, on which were growing lichen and
moss.  The wall had been there a long time, but the house
appeared to be either carefully restored or new and modern.
Perhaps the restoration updated it using modern materials.

There was a wrought iron gate across the drive leading
into the property.  I watched him as he walked to it, the
key in his hand.  His back muscles rippled with each
movement.  How broad his shoulders seemed to be as they
tapered to his narrow waist.  He had no hips.  His torso
was long.  His skin was the color of copper with a dull
burnished glow shining in the bright sunlight.  The jeans
made of some yellow silken material clung to his rounded
buns and caught their rippling motion with each step he
took.

Half naked, he was exciting as when he danced at the T N T.
After opening the gate, he walked back with a springing
step.  Facing me, I clearly saw the shape of his cock
riding down his leg.  He caressed it with his burley
hands as he changed position, moving it to the other side
where it was even more noticeable.  He was smiling.  The
grin of a schoolboy when the Friday three p.m. bell rang
and the week-end started.

We followed the driveway to the parking area.  There was
not a sound, not even birds chirping, or rustling leaves, and
it was HOT.  The sun soaking up the remains of yesterdays'
storm left a cloud of humidity.

The privacy and aloneness of the place was exciting.  Michael
kicked off his sandals and skinned out of his jeans.  His
briefs were just that, brief, and revealing the rising mound
of his manhood.  He stood just a few feet away, facing me.
There was a boyish grin covering his face.  Pleasure was there,
dominant and demanding, and full of lust.  His hands were on
his hips and I knew he was going to push the only thing covering
him to the ground.  Clearly, he was soon to be naked, and he
was enjoying the prospect of it.

I felt a shortness of breath.  Was this the way it was going to
happen, so suddenly, without any build up to help raise my own
passions, though they were there, believe me, sending shock waves
down my spine.  And the line of his calvin kleins receded,
down, down over the hips, gradually showing the apron of thick
pubic hair, black and bushy.  He was erect, his swollen cock
pushing the material out towards me, so that he had to disentangle
it from the clinging silk material.

Oh god!  he's almost naked, naked!

And he wants me, just as I want him.   My throat dried and
tightened, with expectation, and I could feel the blood rush into
my own cock in a tremendous surge of randy lust.  We were alone, two
anxious horny male animals, one almost naked and available, and with
a sudden lowering of his hands, the silky veil that covered him
slipped down his thighs, past his knees to his ankles, and with
a graceful movement he stepped out of them, and it was done.  He
was totally, completely, stark naked, showing his beautiful body
to me, to me alone this time, not in the company of screaming
yelling faggots encouraging, begging him, but just me alone, and
knowing this was it,  this was finally the time for me,  Oh god!
my body began to shake with the hunger it felt of him, the need,
the final need to wrap myself around him.

He twisted his hips so that the huge, beautiful hairy cock and balls
rolled back and forth teasing me, and he laughed.  He laughed again
and turned his back to me, "Come on, Danny," he cried, and I watched
his ass cheeks, rotating enticingly, as he ran to the swimming pool
and dove in.

It was destined to happen.  I mean happen now, I knew that.  Despite
my usual bashfulness and super-modesty, I slipped out of my clothes
and now I too, was naked, and my cock jutted out of my loins with
a hardness and resilience that was similar to the gun that it was,
aimed at Michael, my lover, my teacher, ready to explode, to fire
the juice of pleasure in an expression of love.  But I didn't know
that yet.  But I did feel the pleasure of his stare as he looked
at me standing waist deep in the clear water, water that seemed to
exagerate the size of his cock rather than conceal it.  He wasn't
smiling now, only lust and horny hunger covered his face making
thrills shake throughout my body, and I followed him, diving into
the pool.

He was waiting for me when I hit the water.

His arms encircled me and he pulled me to him, kissing me with
his hungry tongue forcing its way into my resistant mouth.  He was
insistant, and soon resignation seemed the only way, and I opened
my lips, and an entirely new, exquisite pleasure seeped into my
naked body and crept down my naked spine and sent shock waves
to my naked cock.  I was excited by the touch of his fingers, pushing
the foreskin back, exposing the tender skin underneath to the cool
water.  He squeezed my balls with gentle pressure, and I felt his
finger against my tightened anus, and still he continued to kiss me,
his tongue rolling over mine.  It was then I surrendered, all the
inhibitions that had captured for so many years, flew away like
a flock of frightened birds.   And I began to respond, reaching
to his cock, surprised and overwhelmed by the solid big hardness of
it, and I cupped his heavy testicles in my hands.

Sensing my readiness, he picked me up as though I were no more
than a sack of ripe tomatoes, and placed me upon the deck, my legs
hanging over the side into the water.

Lowering his face to my crotch, he kissed the shaft of my cock,
running his tongue from the balls to the tip, where the foreskin
had slipped back, and he sucked my cock into his hot wet mouth
wrapping his tongue around it as he did.  Oh my god!  the pleasure
of his tongue teasing the sensitive tip, combined with the exquisite
pleasure of the suck.

I raised my body, resting on my elbows so that I could watch his
head bob up and down.  His black hair was wet and plastered to his
scalp.  His broad shoulders and long naked back,  and bronzed muscles,
rippled with each movement.  The tender drawing and sucking of his
mouth, as his tongue licked the underside, caused a new sensation
that surged everywhere with sharpened pleasure so intense I tried
to push him away, but he was not to be denied, and neither was I,
for with a thrust of my pelvis, I pushed my cock even deeper down
his throat.  An enormous orgasm spurted up the shaft with the
force of an automatic weapon.  Stream followed stream in convulsive
shocks as he swallowed each wave of cum to make room for the next.

And when there was no more, he fell away.  And climbing out of the
pool, he lay next to me, his arms holding me in an effort to contain
the shuddering tremors that coursed throughout my naked body, and
his cocksucking mouth found mine.  The kiss was deep, flavored with
my own salty cream, and I sucked on his tongue and explored the wet
cavern in a search for more, and I could feel the pounding of his
heart against mine in an erratic rhythm that proclaimed the sexual
experience of our communion.  Oh my god!  I cried, I laughed, and cried
some more, oh god!  was there ever anything to equal this enormous
wave of pleasure and well-being, and I kissed him with added hunger
and rubbed my still swollen cock against his hairy leg which was
stretched over mine and then the weakness hit me, the surrender of
my naked body against his.

We lay together for a long time trying to regain the strength that
our passion had taken away.  And I relaxed into the afterglow, falling
into a twilight sleep.  A sleep that transcended the reality of
being there. Naked, I had giving of myself to him.  I had done it.
A mutual exchange of pleasure.  A pleasure, far beyond any I could have
anticipated.

And thus began the journey of a lifetime.  Seeking new adventures of
sensual pleasure.    An exquisite pleasure that is always there, always
completed, but never totally satisfied.


to be continued

I hope you liked my story
comments appreciated

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