Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2013 08:40:52 -0500 (EST)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Tom, the White Lady and Me

It was fine with Tom. If I had any doubts they were soon dispelled. He  is
a wonderful guy and I have grown quite accustomed to his charm.

It is so easy to love him and share all those wonderful deep intimacies we
both so very much enjoy.
The funny thing is we both started off purely as  good friends, our common
interest being  in old English history and writing  about it.

We met at a writing club in Dartington, Devon and things were going along
congenially. We started talking about visiting haunted castles and he told
me  about one in Berry Pomeroy in Devon, a semi ruined castle with a great
charisma.  It has appeared on the `Most Haunted' TV series.

He challenged me to stay on there until after dark to see if we could see
the famous white lady who is said to haunt the castle regularly.

As it was Tom I felt comfortable with that and we found a spot where we
could shelter from a slight drizzle. Tom had a torch and the car wasn't too
far  away in case we grew bored with waiting and decided to drive home.

But being with Tom was anything but boring as I soon pleasantly discovered
when we thought we saw an outline of the white lady.

Being if a very nervous disposition I found myself instinctively
snuggling up to Tom and all at once I felt a sense of deep  belonging. Not  simply
just as a `mate' thing but much more. I guess we both felt it
simultaneously because I could see the white's of his eyes in the semi  torchlight ,
which gave an ambiance of great warmth and depth.

 As the figure seemed to whirl around us I clasped my hands together
around Tom's slender waist and held on for dear life, I was so very scared and
yet Tom remained so very calm.

Without another word I suddenly felt the warmth of his lips meeting mine in
 a long embracing kiss.
I was thinking at the time, this is my friend kissing  me, at first that
seemed strange us both being male; but any such thought  soon  evaporated into
thin air when I felt his strong hand go down to  me.

It was so very subtle the way he did it and suddenly I was scared no more.
Instead my senses were enveloped in the nice things he was doing to me as I
sat  upon a broken casket which was said to be the remains of  a grave.

There was no white lady to be seen, the outline of a figure just went,.
just the figure of Tom beside me, urging me to open my legs just a little and
I  did willingly. He spotlighted his dynamo torch  down there concentrating
on  my swelling brought about by his gentle massaging  there. I felt his
fingers slowly undo my zip. It was so gorgeously sensual to feel someone else
doing that to me, the way he started to rub me over my jeans and all.

"Is that nice, Peter, tell me if it's not and I will stop?"

I guess my silent response said it all and soon I felt a draught as he
opened my jeans and downed my briefs to my knees as the chilly wind blew up.
But  the chill there was soon dispelled when without any hesitation at all,
sweet Tom  began to massage me bare cock and it felt so lovely.

"This looks better than any white lady" Tom muttered beaming the torch
along  my quickly developing length and feeling it more prominently,
squeezing it and making me feel so very horny, just to have another doing that
rather than myself was so very different.

Then all at once he stopped and announced; "Hey! We should be watching the
white lady" and I was left with a very upright extremity beating  hard-on ;
 throbbing about in the night light, I was feeling very disappointed - just
as  Tom seemed like he was getting me into the mood too.
One minute Iwas in  ecstasy feeling the gentle massage and cupping of my
credentials  and the  next, feeling absolutely forlorn and feeling the draught
again.

He turned to me and asked if I was aright. What could I say?, Was it that
Tom realised he was doing something we had never done before and felt he
should  stop. Or was he just a bloody prick teaser. Whatever ,he had got my
heat up and  I wanted him, I could just see his bulge in the moonlight as he
directed the  torchlight to the castle walls where he thought he had seen the
white  lady.

My mind was prompting me to go for it, after all he had with me and no
mistake. I wanted more and the horniness he had erupted in me urged me to do
it,  so I did and it was the very first time I had touched another guy there
and it  was absolutely divine. I could feel he had quite a large specimen
hidden behind  those corduroys he wore, which alone made him more amicable to
me. He wasn't  stopping me so I went for it. I Did what he did to me but with
more zest, I  guess because I was that worked up and had this strange and
new sensation that I  would really like to have that his length riding
inside me, like I was a  woman - but I wasn't , I was a fully fledged guy and no
mistake, I had the balls  to prove it. But so did Tom, and fine and lovely
balls too - which I then  realised made me gay, I was gay - me gay? - but I
was and do you know what?, it  felt like something very special, that at last
I had found my true leaning, but  would Tom be happy with that.?

He didn't seem to be stopping me as I hooked him out and played with him,
feeling the splendour and flexibility of it, touching and teasing, sniffing
in  the earthy scent of cock which was a real turn on,  enticing me to
really  want to taste it. So in complete abandon, I went for it, started at the
knob  -end and sucked  it into the aperture of my mouth which it soon filled
perfectly, my lips stretched tightly around its circumference. The taste
and  feeling of that first suck was out of this world and something I would
never  forget. I felt his large hand behind my head, Now I knew he wanted what
I was  doing because I felt his hand gently push, so that his cock entered
the opening  to my throat, and I had to hold my breath every time he plunged
it into my  mouth.

"Perhaps you would really like me to plunge it somewhere else" he said
shining the torch down on my face as I sucked him sufficiently enough to make
him cum, accompanied by the grunts and groans of what was to be such an
exciting  and memorable new venture. as I actually caught his spurt onto my
tongue, his  great cock belching it all over my face.

Primarily I felt; is this really me - is this what I want?, but under the
spell of sexual splendour I loved it - and it made for the perfect
introduction  of things to come, or should I say `cum'  - because we were going to
be  doing a lot of that with each other and when he started playing with my
ass and  rimming my anus with lots of fingering, lubrication and rimming , I
knew I  wanted that large cock inside me,, it had to be freshly sucked cock,
he wanted  that, he wanted for me to suck and ball him  always before hard
fucking me.

I felt his shaft enter me, squeeze into me and I had no room to do what I
had envisaged I would do, to manipulate my rectal muscles for better
sensuality  as he fucked me.  I was well and truly stuffed with goof hard thrusting
and  throbbing cock and I was so wonderfully  introduced to a complete and
new  and wonderful person in my life;   being wanted, being loved, giving
it too, yearning always to simply suck and ball him to my heart's desire,
feeling the so wonderful hotness of his cream spurt out like a volcano, it was
 all so divine I could never ever enough of Tom and I knew he couldn't get
enough  of me either, the way he fucked me in so many variable positions, it
was so very  lovely every time, exploring new ways to pleasure each other
to the full.

After that first adventurous fuck we both simply lay exhausted on the
grass. Soaking up the wonderful sensation of a post-fuck.

Now Tm's torch was out and there was just the light of a half moon. I felt
a warmth come over me once more and  and this was going to be a real first
time to remember because I felt a so wonderful gentle massage - it must
have  been something Tom likes to do afterwards so I closed my eyes tight and
enjoyed  the luxury if his warm fingers wanking me to the fore. It was magic
and he knew  how to ripen me once more and build me up to another crescendo.

I heard a murmuring sound, almost like a feminine sound but assumed it  was
just the result of Tom enjoying what he was doing.
Then I was there. It  was so beautiful and I must have cum two are three
times, The wanking gradually  slowed until I had delivered my all and then,
silence and  tranquillity  once more.
We both must have dozed off but when we awoke and made out way for  home we
were talking about our wonderful new venture.
"I'm sorry I dozed off  so quickly"  Tom  said. "I wanted to-do more but
maybe I can take you  to my place huh? We never saw the white lady but what
the hell, we  enjoyed     something much more thrilling than that.
"No  need to apologize Tom I said, the wonderful finale made it all perfect.
"
"The  finale. Pete?
"Yes Tom that electrifying wank was sheer heaven, it was a  great way to
finish."
"But I never wanked you - I wanted too but fell off to  sleep!"
"But I distinctly felt you doing it" I said.
"Nope, wasn't me  -  God! Are you thinking what I am thinking Pete?"
"The white  lady"
"Awesome" exclaimed Tom"