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Related post: From: (Umar Khan) Newsgroups: Subject: Quatrain (m/m) Date: 21 Nov 1994 07:32:25 -0500 Organization: Digital Gateway Systems Lines: 1027 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: QUATRAIN by Omar Khayyam (ndp) (c) Copyright 1993, all rights reserved -----PREFACE:If anyone tries to tell you, "You can't ever go home again," tell him to go take a hike! Home has often been called the place where they have to take you back, but as the following story shows, it may also be the place which takes you to places you've never been. In this fictional case, returning home was the best thing in the world. Like real life, the path to wholeness and self-awareness was marked by fantasy, pathos, premature ejaculations, no small amount of lust, and only ultimately, after the main character returns home: romance and satisfaction. The characters are all fictional, the scenes are all fictional, but there's more than a little bit of the author here and there in this story. ****** CHAPTER 1: The CarapaceRoanoke, Virginia used to be called Big Lick, back in earlier centuries when its importance was that it was a wide spot in a river where game animals came down to quench their thirst and lick the natural salt de- posits. For nude art bbs forum me, while I was growing up, it might've well have been called the Big Zip. My name is Michael -- not Mike, only people who want others to think they're close to me ever call me Mike and they are always wrong. And I come from lovely bbs child porn Roanoke County in the beautiful valley of the same name between the Allegheny and the Blue Ridge mountains. Coming from a conservative, Southern upper middle class white family, Roanoke was not the place to admit -- even to one's self -- that you are gay. So I didn't. My few explorations into pedo loves bbs my own sexuality and that of others were marked more by fear, self-deception, rationalization and denial more than by discovery.My earliest erotic memories were of my older brother, Jim, taking a leak and completely filling the toilet bowel with frothy foam from the force of his urine. He is seven years older than me, and that meant he reached and conquered puberty long before I could spell the word. He had nearly 9 inches (by my juvenile estimate, it was more like 90) of swinging meat framed by young model bbs 100 a glorious mat of soft curly hair. child pee bbs How I envied that hair until I had a tuft of my own in that area! And how I marked the years until I too could take a man's leak: one which filled the bowel with foam like my brother's.Oh yes, I looked into the girl thing too. I went out into the woods with several neighborhood girls. Some were about my age and some a year or more younger. At 7 or 8, I was the "old man." We dropped our pants (or panties as the case might be) and compared anatomy furtively. It was exquisite for us to be so daring. We giggled a lot and poked fun (literally) at each others plusses and minuses. Then we suited up and went innocently to our homes.One of the little finks told her mother. Boy, did I catch Hell. Needless to say, there were no more trips to the woods with little girls for a while.In those years, the YMCA also allowed swimming in the buff at their nearby indoor pool. It was all I could do to restrain my gawking so that others wouldn't notice. We also belonged to a fancy country club, where I had my first bold step, at age 13, in a shower room with my swimming and tennis buddy, Joey. Neither of us had the slightest idea what we were doing. But we delighted in finding a deserted corner of the pool where one of us (usually Joey) would calmly lean against the pool's edge, supporting his torso comfortably out of the water on spread arms, looking oh so very very casual. Meanwhile, the other (usually me) would slip the other's trunks down far enough to release his juvenile prick into the freedom of the chlorinated water. Then, beneath the water, lunch would bbs teenmodeling be served. That's how I learned to give head (an art which I proudly boast mastery of today). In the showers after working out one day, Joe and I found ourselves alone. We lathered each others backs and thighs, then we concentrated on bbs kids porno the crotches. Fully coated with a sumptuous covering of scented soap lather, Joe turned and presented his smooth ass to me to rub. It was toooooo much. Soon I found myself inching a finger through his crack and past the wonderful pink puckered sphincter of his asshole.Joe squirmed and groaned. We both looked around in a panic fearing that someone might have heard us. But the place was deserted except for us. Made bold by my penetration of his inner sanctum by my lowly finger, I withdrew and gently pushed my lathered and hardened six inches bbs asia nude into the wondrous warm place recently vacated by my finger. I must have cum within seconds. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt and I couldn't control the rush of ecstasy which spread throughout my body and seemed to focus entirely on my tightened ball sack and force its way carelessly through my cock and into Joey. We quickly disengaged in embarrassment at what we had done. I still remember Joey, so serious and so naive, worrying if I had made him pregnant. We continued our little secret games in the pool and the shower throughout the summer. Then, Joey's family moved away. I wonder if he remembers those times of delightful awakening of our youthful manhood as clearly as I do?I discovered girlie magazines about the same time. But I never realized how my greatest moments of stimulation and lust were when the pictures showed a man fucking a woman. I bbs cp bd didn't get nearly as aroused when they were pictures of women fingering themselves or spreading their cunts invitingly for the camera and the lusting men who were destined to cream their underpants as they drooled over the magazines. After all, I had discovered girls (although not sexually) and I wasn't a pervert.The next summer, I found yet another opportunity to explore my sexuality imgboard bbs cgi child with other boys. I attended summer camp - Boy Scout camp to be precise. A couple of the other scouts had invented a neat game for comparing weenie sizes of the whole troop. After we measured eachother, we began to take notice of some of the older boys in the shower. There was one boy, Eugene, who had red hair and a prick that was more than five inches in circumference and kinda squished in the middle, bulging out from east to west, not at lilita bbs ru all like the little cylinders the rest of us sported. It was huge and sexy as hell. It was man meat for sure. And it was about nine inches long! The problem was, Eugene wasn't part of our group and none of us had the guts to approach the older, more muscular Eugene with so odd a proposition as wanting to measure his prick. But...Eugene was a sound sleeper, and he snored to boot. And we were industrious little tikes, too. So, one night, bent on this resolve that we just had to measure what appeared to be the biggest cock of the troop, we crept silently into Eugene's tent. I was the bravest -- and the most curious I guess -- so to me fell the honor (and the considerable risk) of carefully unzipping his sleeping bag... oh so slowly, millimeter by millimeter so as not to make the slightest noise. Success!But he was wearing jockey shorts! Undaunted by the challenge of breaking into the cotton safe which hid his family jewels, I gently slid the elastic down, taking even more care that I had with the sleeping bag's zipper. The danger was palpable. But I knew the rewards which awaited me. I listened all the time to the sound of his deep breathing and his occasional snoring. Then, finally, I exposed his glorious prick to the dark night air. As I fondled it, it swelled and became fully engorged. Still, Eugene snored on. Oblivious to his admirers.That night started a fad of sorts. One by one, we sneaked into other tents and conducted midnight measurements. We had this form of erotic breaking and entry down to a science. Soon, I was striking out on my own escapades. I wanted to try something I hadn't done since Joey moved away. I wanted to taste cock again. Eugene, needless to say, became my prime target. I must have given him one hell of a series of wet dreams. He never woke up, unless he was a good actor and could keep up the uninterrupted snoring and the same relentless pace of his breathing. A few times, I was even able to urge his cock to produce its wonderfully salty pre-cum. I never risked making him (or anyone else in the camp) really cum though. But these solo forays kept up throughout the two weeks of summer camp; it was my own secret that I didn't dare share with anyone else.But someone told!The scout master called up my parents who called me on the carpet in no uncertain terms. All they knew about was that we had been comparing weenie sizes. That was bad enough but it could still be written off as boys growing up. Had they ever found out how far I carried those little games, perhaps, they wouldn't have found them so harmless. Perhaps I wouldn't have been merely grounded. Perhaps I would have been dead meat. young nudist bbs But fear and guilt put an end to further excursions into manhood beyond the usual collecting of girlie magazines and nudist publications and beating off in privacy. For the rest of the time I lived in Roanoke, fear and guilt made my hand my best friend. I really liked those pictures with giant studs mounting buxom babes. I still didn't dwell on the solo shots of women or even the scenes of women doing things with women. Give me a good, manly fuck scene any day! Right?I heard about a gay bar in Roanoke when I was about 18. It was called the Silver Saddle I believe, though that might have been the name of a straight bar and I have forgotten the name of the gay bar in the intervening years. But the stories we heard about the gay bar!!!! We heard that men sat around tables fresh teen bbs and put their hands on other men's thighs as they drank beer and kissed... actually kissed. The stories were shameful. And I wasn't even the slightest bit interested in going into such a disreputable place. Oh no, not me.Besides... I might get caught. And, after all, I wasn't gay. ****** CHAPTER 2: little girls bbs kds Mentation Perfect"You're in the Army now." Cute name for a song. Lousy when it's a statement of fact. It was Viet Nam. What can I say? In those days it was join the military, wait with your fingers crossed in the hopes that you won't get drafted, or run to Canada or Sweden. I chose to wait it out. Boy, was that the wrong move! Uncle Same inhaled me, no one even asked me porn pass bbs if I wanted to inhale.While in the Army, I was caught up in the regulations and the discipline teen art bbs and the constant living with lots of other guys, sharing tents, latrines, mud, and if we were lucky, washing facilities. While I was in Nam, the lice and leeches and stink preoccupied my mind to the exclusion of all else. I didn't have the privacy most of the time to do anything more than catch a peek of the odd bit of ass or cock as we dressed in close proximity. I never even got close enough to a city to find out if I would "turn on" to the pretty young ladies who always seemed to figure highly in the stories told by others who had enjoyed days (and nights) of R&R. But the war ended and the politicians brought lingerie bbs model me home after only a couple months in theater. I served the rest of my short hitch stateside at Fort Campbell, in Kentucky. If I had though that Roanoke was the armpit of the universe, I discovered how wrong I was when I bbs illegal rompl was shipped off to Fort Campbell. I was so disgusted with myself and my surroundings that I barely explored my sexuality any more. young bbs pedo Even though I had reveled in the nearness of so many men who kept in good shape or died (or died any way), Nam had done nothing for helping me break out of my state of denial. I still wasn't gay when I returned from Nam and Fort Campbell did nothing to change that. The only difference between Nam and Fort Campbell was that in Fort Campbell sun bbs kds pics I could start up my collection of girlie magazines once more and find a bit of private time to jack off. I had really become the master of my celibacy and began to believe this was natural and OK.After I was discharged from Uncle Sam's Army, I discovered that vets weren't exactly the A number 1 candidates for jobs. So, after trying my hand at working in a service station, I decided to take advantage of my G.I. Bill and finish to college. I had completed two years of college prior to being drafted and the G.I. Bill made it easy to finish my degree in Political Science. For this, I returned to my native Virginia.I got accepted in a small college owned by one of the Protestant denominations. No alcohol on campus. No fun on campus. Very few girls on campus. But, mixing with so much adolescent manflesh was beginning to have its effect on my shell and I was beginning to awaken. Being so much older than the run of the mill college junior, and given my leader- ship training in the Army, I was judged fit to be the Resident Advisor in a men's dormitory. This stretched my G.I. Bill even further because it came with free room and board. And, I was just beginning to enjoy that when...All Hell broke loose. Two events literally served to put the fear of God in me. In the first instance, one of my residents was caught using a screwdriver trying to remove the alarmed protective screen on a first floor window of model bbs forum a girls' dorm. It was the middle of the night, long after the girls' curfew and he was trying to open the window -- so he could get *out*. The Dean of Men summarily sent the young man and his co-ed friend packing, never to blacken the ivy-covered corridors of that college again.The second instance struck closer to home. One of the new group of vets to be admitted to the college was found to be gay. Bill was in his first year, fresh back from Nam, like me. But unlike me, he had served two full tours in Nam and was a much decorated Lieutenant with a battlefield commission.What surprised me is that I hadn't even guessed he was gay. Apparently, the mythical gaydar is not highly developed in those too near or in the closet. And, he kept his orientation quite secret. It seems that he ironically had a lover in Roanoke, about 80 miles away, whom he visited nearly every weekend. All the time I had lived in Roanoke, I hadn't even known a single gay man (or at least one who I knew to be gay). At the very moment in my life when I was getting up the courage to admit my sexuality to myself, I was stuck with the fact that a close friend was not only secretly gay but that he found his outlet in Roanoke. Perhaps I might have seen that as a prophetic source of hope for me had the disclosure of his homosexuality not been closely followed with news that he had committed suicide.He slit Teen scat bbs his wrists. A note he left behind explained that he couldn't live with the shame he had brought on his klass bbs sun dark fine old Southern aristocratic family from Mobile, Alabama. I was shocked. The college was shocked. But then the recriminations and accusations began. The officials of the college held mandatory student meetings in which they explained that Bill had been morally weak and that had lead both to his perversion and to his inability to cope. He had experienced the punishment of God in this world. He would surely suffer even more in the next.It seemed that neither homosexuality nor heterosexuality were viable options for a student in that college at that time in history. So, I angel bbs russian managed a few peeks by tactically showing up in the shower room at the right time to run into the newest or the cutest students assigned to my dorm. Thank heavens that as R.A., I had the rare luxury of a private room so that my hand and I could find time alone with my stressed out cock. model nasty bbs I was comfortable with my safe vombat images bbs collection of girlie magazines, teens bbs list imagining steamy threesomes with me fucking away at a slick wet cunt while one of my best friends was pumping her bbs binaries teen face. Such fantasies are safe because they are never shared with anyone.Armed with a degree in Political Science, I burst upon the labor market with thousands of other vets and millions of younger non-vets. It still wasn't a good time to have been a vet if you hoped to compete with the kids who were lucky enough to be born a couple of years later than you. And my peers were all either, like me, looking for a job, or (if they had had a student deferment) in cushy jobs already and looking down at me for lagging behind them in the corporate rat race for the brass ring and the key to the executive washroom.After weeks turned to months and shoe leather grew holes on top of holes, I succumbed. free bbs angels If the civilian sector wasn't going to hire a vet who had risked his life for them, then I'd apply to go back to work for Uncle Sam. So, I took the civil service exam. Not that it was any surprise, but I passed. What was a surprise was how quickly the Department of Defense said they'd give me a job. Less than two weeks and five interviews later, I found myself behind a plain green metal desk in the bowels of the Pentagon, the worlds largest office building. It had 17 miles of corridors, hundreds of bathrooms, and God knows what other Guiness records. But the important thing at that time was that it had me.But I had something else: a security clearance... a very high security clearance.Since I had served in the Armed forces and been honorably discharged and since I never had phoebe model bbs so much as a parking ticket (until my first day on the job, when I accidentally parked in a restricted space in the Pentagon parking lot), getting the teen bbs link clearance wasn't hard at all. When it came to the life-style questions, it was easy to say I wasn't gay -- I wasn't. OK, I stretched the truth a bit when it came to the variant of that question, the one which went something like: "Have you *ever* engaged in a sexual act with another man." OK, I downright lied. But I still wasn't gay (in my own mind). And a condition of my continued employment was that I continue not to be gay.By this time, my collection of girlie magazines was continuing to burgeon. I decided that my sanity and my social nude junior bbs life that my hand get a friend. So, I started dating a real nice girl from the secretary pool, Julie. Pretty soon Michael and Julie became an item of gossip through all of those 17 miles of corridors (corridors which are well known to have ears every- where). Not long afterwards, we were married. But as of our wedding night, Julie was still a virgin.Sex with Julie was hard. We kissed and cuddled. We tried several kinds of foreplay I had seen in the girlie magazines or had imagined. As a man who had sucked other men, I was uniquely qualified to know both how to stimulate a man and how I wished to be stimulated. Obviously I didn't share that part of my resume with Julie, but I did try to get her to give me head. She gagged and gave up. Sex was a disaster. Over the ensuing months, we tried harder and harder but I couldn't get any nudist model bbs harder. So, we simply tried to enjoy making out and making the best of foreplay, touching and feeling without coitus very often. On one of the rare occasions when I was able to get it up and in, something must have happened because Julie was suddenly and surprisingly pregnant.Four months later, Julie had a very painful and shattering miscarriage. While we were close enough to eachother for me to provide moral strength when she needed it, the months without sex while she was pregnant had been far too habit forming for me to even contemplate another attempt at giving her a baby. There was no further hope for the marriage. She wanted a child and I was impotent according to her doctors (though you couldn't tell from my sperm count).After the divorce, Vombat teen bbs everyone in the office was supportive. They thought it was more a tragedy than I did. But I tiny angels bbs couldn't let on. Besides, I now had a very valuable entry in my personnel file that helped me to avoid probing questions as to my sexual proclivities: I had been married.So, security clearance in tact and with newfound freedom, I still wasn't gay. bbs pics illegal ******CHAPTER bbs tgp mpg 3: The Zone.Alone once more with my hand, I came to the realization that my hand and I still needed companionship. I had also realized from my failed nights with Julie that it was dishonest for me to continue to hide behind my own mental label "bi-sexual." Calling myself, even in my own mind, a bi- sexual was a cop out. And now I knew it. Though I didn't accept it gracefully.Believe me, this was no eureka experience. There was no light bulb which suddenly turned on and allowed be to say "I'm gay," and then feel greatly relieved. I only wish it had been that way. I knew I couldn't be openly gay (or even bi-) in my office. I'd loose my clearance and my job. I was still very much in the grip of the fear of being caught and a certain amount of shame at the realization that I *might* be gay.But, I had needs which must be met. My hand was not a sufficient release for the sexuality which by then was almost screaming to be released. So, I became a vulture.Near the Pentagon is a park, a famous bbs imageboards park within the Washington D.C. gay community. It is a known haunt for random and usually anonymous gay sex (and even the occasional banging of the secretary by the boss on their lunch break). The bushes and gullies are havens for that which society wishes to hide. I started to frequent that park. I was on the prowl.One night, there was no moon, and clouds obscured the moon. Near midnight, I was working my way from grove to grove within the dark park. In every nook and cranny there were couples or groups of men in various stages of undress. All of them were there for one reason. Some of them, like me, were vultures, looking for delicious manflesh, following this pair of hot buns, or responding to that sound of grunting from a nearby bush. We were literally stalking our prey, and, when finished with one morsel, we moved on to the other. Lines of men followed other men in the hopes of a momentary passionate encounter with a nameless but delectable stud.Obviously, if there were vultures, there was also prey. And, oh what wonderful prey some of them were! Though some people had lower standards than others, I sought out the youngest, the cutest, the biggest, the hairiest, the any-est. Nothing mundane. Years of deprivation demanded such attention to detail. So, I went for the gusto.I first made eye contact with him when I accidentally bumped into him in the pitch blackness. There was enough light to sparkle a bit in his eyes. And the occasional head lamps from traffic from Route 1, on the far side of this grove, allowed me to see his naked silhouette and - the real turn on: his bushy full blonde beard. I stopped in my tracks.I drew thai bbs galleries closer, until I could feel his breath on my cheek. Then, I reached forward and pulled him so close that breathing became difficult. But this was one piece of manflesh I wasn't going to let go to waste. I rubbed my beard against his, then reached past his mustache with my winding red serpent of a tongue. Our tongues found eachother and explored what they found. Meanwhile, my hands delicately explored his hairy torso, back, buttocks, and thighs. I felt at once that there was something very special about this young man, littlegirl bbs and that something was making its presence known between my brazilian teen bbs legs, tantalizing my cock which was still trapped within my jeans screaming to get out and bbs pics litle play.Without releasing his tongue, I slipped out of my jeans and shirt. I don't think I ranchi bbs ls sites have ever been quite as frantic about getting out of my clothes as I was at that moment. I even tore off a couple buttons from my shirt as the price for this feeding frenzy. Once I was unimcumbered, we resumed our crushing embrace. Only he was holding me with equal force. We were panting like a couple of rutting elks. And, a teens free bbs crowd of horny on-lookers had gathered but we were consumed with eachother and oblivious to all else for what seemed like an eternity of fevers kissing and groping.Then, just when I was feeling like I couldn't restrain myself from taking his glorious young cock (which by now I had estimated at well over ten inches in length and no less than four in girth) down my throat, I felt an unwanted, third hand reach around from my back and grab onto my engorged rod. Other hands amateur forum bbs had latched onto my young conquest, too. Seven to ten others were intruding on our passion! They were fondling our chests, our thighs, our buts... everywhere.I turned to see just who had arrogated to himself the right to milk my tool, and I saw a wizened old man in a trench coat and battered fedora. A second's glance at the open coat revealed that he wore nothing underneath it. Still more of the onlookers were frantically jacking off while they stared at our bodies. As I stared at the one who had cruelly distracted me, trying to decide how to gracefully tell him to get lost, he began rotating his dental plate with his tongue! That was it. I was not going to be a spectacle for these old men.With one hand and arm, I started sweeping aside the groping paws of the intruders. With the other hand, I pulled my partners head forward and whispered in his ear, "Would you like to come to my place?". That invitation was all he needed too to start pushing away from the crowd, reaching for his clothes (which he had neatly hung on the boughs of the nearest bush), and grabbing my hand as he rushed away from the disgusting scene.We were almost to the parking lot at the far end of the park before we stopped to don our clothes. The knowing looks we exchanged as we dressed in the dim light of a street lamp along the path spoke volumes about what we felt and about the recent events. Without even lacing up my oxfords, I asked him if he wanted to ride in my car or follow in his. I told him that I only lived a couple miles away in Arlington. He chose to follow me in his own car.Those two miles were the longest drive imaginable. I thought that all the lights were against me. I kept thinking of him aggravatingly nearby in the Dodge Dart following my car but totally out of reach. Damn it, even his head lights looked sultry as the seemed to beckon me.When I teenz art bbs got to my apartment, I didn't even take the time to lock my car. And in parts of Arlington that's not always a wise thing to forget to do. My newfound romance pulled in the parking space beside mine in the lot. I fumbled taking the keys out of the ignition and headed for the front door with my bbs forum pics young godling in tow. We took the stairs two and three at a time, reaching the third floor in haste. Again I fumbled with my keys trying to get them in the keyhole while he was fingering my asshole through the bbs bondage free denim of my tight jeans.We burst into the apartment and onto the sofa in my living room. Both of us had our clothes off again in record time. In literally heartbeats, we had resumed where we had left off before being so rudely interrupted in the park.This time, my tongue left his and began its long, winding, sensuous, frustrating (to him) journey down his thick neck, to their first real stopping point: a reddened, stiff left nipple. I lavished great attention first on one nipple then the other. Meanwhile, my partner whose name I still didn't know, could do nothing but grunt and groan, trying to grapple his own cock to keep it from exploding. 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He was uncut, with ample foreskin hiding an enflamed, maroon-helmeted glans. Before taking his beautiful cock in my hungry mouth, I lightly inserted my tongue into the chute formed by his sensitive foreskin. Delicately, I rolled my tongue around and under the lip of his cockhead within the womb formed by the foreskin. The scent and taste of the cheese within the sausage case of his foreskin was fit for the finest gourmet. And while I my tongue worked the inside of his foreskin, my fingers caressed his huge ball sack, rolling first one then the other, increasing the pitch of his frenzy.The effect tiny nakeds bbs on him was so strong that he forgot what he was doing to my cock and became fully absorbed in what his own unsheathed cock could feel like when caressed by the lips and tongue of a master (I'm not bashful about this ability, up until hentai bbs then, it had been the mainstay of my sexual life). Slowly, I removed my tongue from the chute and gently sucked his foreskin into my mouth, keeping the head itself outside. Then, I massaged the ends of the gathered foreskin with my lips and tongue, occasionally breathing warm air across the head. All the while, I kept fondling his plump balls in my warm hand. He was almost out of control and I still hadn't taken his cock into my mouth.Careful not to push him over the edge just yet, I relaxed my attentions to his foreskin and allowed him to resume his tpg elwebbs biz role in the 69. While he took my cock into his mouth, running his rhythmically up and down the shaft, I was lost to the world. This was sex like I had never known before. He was the first man I had ever brought home and I had never been to bed with another man before. All I had known were the casual encounters in T rooms or in the park. Sex had always simply been a concentrated means of release. This sort of passion was entirely new to me. I was experiencing pleasures heretofore unknown. And loving it!Not to be outdone, I went back to work on his cock. This time, I made short work of his foreskin. I was after the prize I had lusted for all night. And, at 2 a.m., I relaxed every muscle in my anxious throat, preparing for the onslaught of the biggest cock I had ever swallowed. Then slowly, bit by bit, I inched his cock past the lips, over the tongue, and started it down the throat. I had to resist the urge to gag because of its massive size. After a glorious eternity, I found the furry base with my nose. Grinding my nose into his pubic hairs and abdomen, I wanted to get all of that great cock down my throat. Only when I was sure that this mission had been accomplished did I begin to reverse direction and slide back up the shaft to its head. With my throat already expanded, the next moves were easier. Slowly, I pumped his cock from amature sex bbs hilt to head, time and time again.My right hand found the hair-lined crevice of his ass and teased apart the two protections to his waiting ass hole. Wetting one finger on the saliva drooling from my mouth, which was still filled with his man tool, I began to probe his ass hole, keeping him on the edge in anticipation of my ultimate penetration. There was little resistance as my slick finger slid past the sphincter to find the warm, moist interior. He squirmed with unbridled delight and groaned his appreciation.He began to make gentle thrusts with his hips in pace with my mouth action. And, he was keeping up the work on my cock. We rocked and grunted in this mutual face fuck. Then as I felt my best cp bbs ballsack tighter from within, I felt his balls begin to retract as if we were synchronized. With one more trip down my throat, his balls exploded, spilling what felt like gallons of warm cum down my throat. At the same time, the dam inside of me burst too, and he was showered with white sauce.For more than a minute after this orgasm, we both kept the other's still stiff cock in our mouths. Neither willing to give up a drop of juice or a moment of pleasure. When we though we were drained, neither cock had shown the slightest sign of withering. Both of us sported as massive and raging a hard-on as we had that first moment in the park.What could we do? There was nothing else to do but spend the night sucking and fucking, fucking and sucking. By 6 a.m. we were both wonderfully and gloriously spent. I had cum six times during the night and I bbs my little sister fell into a totally satisfied sleep in his muscular arms with my head laid across his bare torso. I didn't have the strength to endure a moment longer.At about 10:30 a.m., my sleep began to dissipate. My eyes didn't want to open and sleep refused to release its clutches altogether. I could still smell the scent of his sweat and images of the fabulous entwining of only hours before danced through my mind as near-waking dreams. I was absolutely in love as well as in lust with this man from the park. Still without opening my eyes, I rolled over to once more bring him into my arms.All I found was an empty space where my hunk had been. Startled, I opened my eyes and could see that the sheets still bore the shape of his body in their depression. I strained my ears to listen for sounds of him about the room, or in the bathroom, or in the kitchen fixing coffee. Nothing. Dead air. Silence. Abysmal, unkind silence was all that greeted me. He was gone. And I still didn't know his name.I got up and free bbs tgp looked around. It was clear that he had left while I was asleep. On the night stand on his side of the bed lay my wallet, the wallet which had been in the back pocket of my jeans when I took them off the night before. My heart sank. In a moment I confirmed what I bbs kid nude photos had suspected. The $100 which had been in my wallet was now missing.I had been taken for a ride by a ***** hustler, not a god, and certainly not a lover. But I was now gay -- irreversibly and undeniably gay. How- ever, I was still firmly closeted by fear of being found out. ******CHAPTER 4: The Pomegranate.For a while, I continued to return to the park when I was lonely. Looking for sex and, I guess, subconsciously looking for the bastard who had made me feel so much like a ***** trick or a pick-up from the bath house. I never saw him again.Finally, I became disgusted with my life as a vulture. I was finding that all too often, the vulture can become the prey. I know it sounds like a clichi, but I knew there had to be more to sex than this. I had found sex with Julie to be a difficult chore, a duty. I had found sex in the park more satisfying for the moment, but often felt "dirty" afterwards.Early on in this phase of my life, I would go to the bbs teenfuns fake office after a successful night on the prowl and delighted in thinking to myself as I looked at the other preppy grey suits around me: bbs bd ls sandra "If only you cunt fuckers knew that I had fucked three gorgeous young men last night." Increasingly though, I began to wonder if my sleazy midnight encounters could somehow be sensed on my face. Was there a brand on my skin or a mark on my forehead which they could read and know that I was living such a ***** life?Every time I got a cold or a rash, I began to worry about sexually transmitted diseases.It was time to reassess myself. I knew I had to break myself down, look inside and say, "Hey, man! This is what you are: you are G-A-Y. So, what are you gonna do about it?" I decided to come to grips with my sexuality and damn the security clearance an cushy job -- if only I could find Mr. Right.I ran an ad in the Washington _BLADE_: GWM, EX-MILITARY BEAR, prof, versatile, gdlkg, 33, 6'1", 175#, into healthy lifestyle & regular exercise, clean shaven, HIV-neg. Tired of the bar scene and parks. ISO for relationship with stable, bright, profes- sional interested in rock music, liberal politics. HIV-neg a must. Age, race unim- portant. Uncut a +. BladeBox Q430You should've seen the responses I got! There were several that started of with the caveat: "This is the first time I've ever answered an ad..." What does that matter? Was I supposed to feel honored or deduce something about the respondent? Then there a number of envelopes stuffed with glossy photos of fat men, skinny men, hirsute men, bearded men, shaven men, balt men, men with tattoos, men with pierced nipples or pierced cocks, black men, white men, Asian men, Hispanic men, men of indeterminable race and ethnicity, all of them striking what I guess were meant to be sensuous poses for the camera. Most of them suggested what they might like to do with me in a bed sex fun nn bbs or in a sling or, worse, in a dungeon. They were all assaults on my sensibilities. beastiality bbs little model Not a one of them had obviously bothered to read my ad and respond to what I wanted! To them, this must have been nothing more than another means of finding random, anonymous sex -- just like the park.Then, there arrived a neatly scribed letter accompanied by a photo taken in one of those booths where you get five photos for a dollar. It was a simple photo of a fully clothed upper torso and face.Innocence and sincerity absolutely shone from the trim, bearded face in the overexposed black & white photo. And the letter! Without a word about his sexual prowess or the length of his cock, he simply asked for a quiet rendezvous in a place of my choice where we could meet and see what might happen from there. He said he wasn't interested in preeteens bbs privat fucking jumping klass bbs post into anything too quickly. He just wanted to meet me and, if I wanted to, a photo of me by return mail would be greatly appreciated.Well, I couldn't resist that face and that letter. I immediately dialed the phone number he had included. A smooth baritone voice answered the phone. In the brief conversation, I had discovered that he was an entrepreneur with his own small business on Rhode Island Avenue in D.C. He was soft spoken, obviously well educated, and he had just a touch of an undefinable Southern accent.. Neither of us was very confident, but we agreed to meet in a few days at a quiet gay piano bar in DuPont Circle.The day arrived. Promptly at 6 p.m., Steve, my mysterious date pretten pix bbs from the _BLADE_ advertisement, sauntered into the bar in black Dockers and red print silk sport shirt. My bearded Adonis! There I was, sitting nervously at the bar in a three-piece, dark pin-stripe suit. Suddenly, all I could think about was that I had obviously overdressed for the occasion. But I was put more at ease when I sensed Steve's air of confidence. I still felt out of place. This was my first time in a gay bar. I had always preferred darkened spaces for quick encounters with other men over the brighter surroundings of bars where I might be recognized or observed entering or exiting.I hadn't even ordered a drink yet. When Steve asked what I would like. I said, "a beer, I guess." So, he ordered a couple of specialty beers from a local micro-brewery. "It's one of my favorites. I hope it would become one of yours." So much for breaking the ice!By the time we had finished our beers, barely a dozen words had been exchanged. Recognizing that we were never going to get anywhere as long as I was so uncomfortable, Steve asked if there was someplace I'd rather go to talk.We were soon in his BMW headed for the Willard Hotel, an old Washington landmark across from the Treasury Building (the monstrosity on the back of a $10 bill). The Willard has a penthouse bar with a view overlooking the White House and other famous buildings. Once we had been seated near the window and placed our orders with the waiter, I opened up. I was in a safe element and away from the dangers (to my security clearance and job) of DuPont Circle. Whereas I had been a clam in the gay bar, I suddenly became myself, a sparkling conversationalist. Mentally kicking myself for being such an oaf, I silently vowed that I'd have to work on my self-confidence if this relationship was ever going to blossom into anything substantial despite our poor start.It was surprising how well we got along. We had so much young models girls bbs in common. He was a Democrat and so was I (until the President had gone back on his promise to lift the ban on gays in the military). I liked U2, so did Steve. Then came the surprise of the night: Steve was not only from Roanoke, but he had gone to High School in the same school I had and only a year behind me. We must've run in different circles because we never met, though he remembered be from a couple of the school plays I had acted in.And, when we bbs kiddy compared notes, I was shocked to find out how many of my friends and acquaintances 16yo virgins bbs were gay! People I had never suspected. Steve said they'd never have come out to me because I was always perceived as being so straight-laced. There had been a whole pot-smoking, boy loving, subculture in my nude children pictures bbs High School, many of whom were my friends -- and I never so much as had an inkling. Steve told me about football players, honor society presidents, even other model imgboard bbs thespians in our drama club who were known to be gay by everybody but naive, blinkered me. Steve told me about the gay hangouts and the cruising spots in Roanoke. I had never known any of this had existed.About midnight, Steve and I went our separate ways with a promise to keep in touch. Conditioned by years of every encounter with a gay man resulting in hot, passionate sex, I was strangely unperturbed by the fact that I had to go home alone after this, my first real date with a man. There was kind of a warm glow throughout my body and I could tell that I was just opening a door on what zepT s bbs could be the next phase, the best phase, of my life.Over the next few weeks we met for drinks, movies, a concert at the Kennedy Center, and even went to the Gay Rodeo when it was in town. Steve took me to all the gay bars, introduced me to his friends, and generally treated me like a debutante, making my first appearance on the gay scene. And he xxx bbs tgp was right. By the fifth week of our friendship we had still not had sex together. During that time, my hand had once more become my cocks best friend, but this time I didn't need pornography when I jacked off; I merely fantasized about how nice it would be to be between the sheets with Steve, glorying in his body, covered with luxurious, thick hair.When it finally came, the real thing was right in line with my fantasies.One night in late November, I was at home with a fire going in the fire- place. I was snuggled into my favorite easy chair and wearing nothing but a red velour bathrobe and reading the latest novel by Anne Rice when the doorbell rang. When I looked through the peephole, I was surprised to see Steeve on the doorstep holding what looked like a bbs pubescent illegal forbidden couple dozen long stem red roses. Did I open that door fast!I would never have dreamed of receiving flowers from another man -- that men gave flowers to women... right? But coming from Steve, the roses seemed so right and rather than being offended, I felt deeply honored but this new form of attention. While I was putting the roses in a vase, Steve embraced me warmly from behind. He just held me and brought his lips close enough to the back of my neck for his breath to brush the hairs on my neck and to bathe my earlobe with a warm, sensuous breeze. I felt a tingling sensation all over, in every fiber of my being.I dared not move and spoil the feeling. So, we stood in this quiet embrace for several minutes. By that time, my cock was pointing towards the ceiling and poking through the front of my robe, glistening with moist pre-cum. And I free family naturist bbs could feel Steve's body warming to a glow through his clothes and through the velour robe. He shifted his hips slightly and I could feel the bulge of his cock demanding release from his pants, positioned strategically at my back door.I slowly turned and just gazed cow-eyed into the deep pools of his bright blue eyes. I wanted this moment to last forever. Steve gracefully and tenderly untied the cinch of my robe and slipped the soft velvety cloth off my shoulders, allowing the robe to fall to the floor and expose my fully naked and ready body. As our lips found eachother, I reciprocated by unbuttoning his shirt, rompl cuties bbs peeling it from his muscular, hirsute frame, and allowing it to fall to the floor behind him. His nipples were blushing and stiff, demanding my undivided attention. But they would have to wait while our tongues entwined and while I unbuttoned his 501's. As we embraced, Steve stepped out of his jeans. He was wearing silky briefs. His cock was straining the cloth of his underpants, making a tent and exposing the base of his cock in the space where the scant silk could no longer cover it completely.Now it was my turn. Lovingly, I turned him around and had him in the position I had been in only minutes before. I wrapped my arms around his chest and drew him closely towards me. My cock found a space between his legs, beneath his prostate, and it boldly took up residence there. Neither of us spoke the entire time. The only sounds were our heavy breathing and an occasional "Mmmmmmmmmmmm" of delight. Then, I reached down and extracted his cock -- about six and a half inches of uncut man meat -- thus relaxing the strain on the elastic and allowing me to roll his briefs down over his thighs. Once the briefs were low enough, like a dancer, he lifted one leg in flawless, studied movements and the briefs were nonchalantly kicked aside. My cock found its niche between his legs once more as we tightened our embrace.My hands were roaming all over his hairy, exposed body. Then, Steve took my hand and lead me to my bedroom. My room was a mess with dirty clothes piled in the corner and the bed hadn't been made that day. But neither of us really cared. He flung aside the quilt, blankets, and sheets and firmly guided me onto the waiting bottom sheet. Then, he climbed on top of me. He stretched my arms by interweaving my fingers in his and reaching, it seemed, for spots of space way beyond the corners of the queen sized bed. With his feet, he pushed my feet into the same stretched position. We were a pair of X's superimposed on eachother. And the effect was electric.With his tongue, he explored the lobes and then the canals of my right ear. Then, he began licking the nape of my neck, finding the soft, tender skin irresistible. He nibbled and then took a fold of neck flesh into his vacuum mouth, sucking and licking until I though I would be drawn completely into his mouth and become one with him. Though I didn't think of it at the time, I got a deep black and blue hickey there which I made no attempt to cover the next day when I went to the office. I paraded that hickey for the days it lasted as if it had been the purple heart medal from a particularly triumphant engagement (which it was).There was no doubt, he was in total control of the situation, and I was in no position to resist even if I had wanted to.He relaxed the little girl sex bbs stretching of my limbs and moved his tongue down for a tender circumnavigation of each enflamed nipple. Once in a while he would lightly nibble one of my tits, sending bolts of energy through my body with the mild but lovingly administered pain. His arms and legs began caressing the sides and front of my body, finding pressure points and erogenous zones I never knew existed.Then, slipping gracefully towards the bottom of the bed, he refocused the attentions of hands and mouth on my crotch. He was careful not to touch the shaft or head of my cock though. He had other plans for now. With the touch of a honey bee on a dew-speckled flower, his lips barely brushed through my pubic hairs and found by balls. First he licked every inch of my scrotum, then he gently gulped down one of the orbs, rolling it around in his mouth and sending me through the ceiling with pleasure. Then he moved to the other testicle and gave it the same tender treatment. The touch of his thick beard on my sensitive genitals was almost more than I could bear!Slowly but surely, his tongue found the base of my tool. But, still, he withheld his graces from the shaft itself. And by this time my cock was screaming for attention. I was panting and grunting and a warm feeling had started in my balls which I feared might result in ejaculation too soon. Sensing how near I was to cumming, Steve kneeled and turned me over onto my stomach, elevating my butt to position it for the next phase of his plan.With both hands he massaged my thighs and then began to knead by buns. Like a lola video bbs cat, he took one bun in each hand and flexed his muscles in a steady, rhythmic best adult movie bbs way. His movements were so subtle that my ass cheeks were apart and his tongue exploring the winking eye of my ass hole before I even knew what was happening. Steve had a pointed tongue and he knew how to use that point to best advantage when faced with a hungry ass hole. He circled the puckered skin and then, forcefully, began to insert it past the guarding muscle bbs child board and into the warm velvety inner sanctum bbs child porn sex of my bowels. For nearly ten minutes he tongue fucked me while he continued to knead my ass. Periodically, he'd reach up from around and under my sides, to knead my chest lol bbs ls magazine too. He pulled my cock back through my legs and began attacking it from the rear. What he had denied it before was now lavished on the shaft and head. He searched the foreskin with his tongue. Then he turned me over and demonstrated that I was a mere novice in the art of felacio when compared with the master who was controlling me now.I was in seventh heaven. He was doing things to me that no one had ever done to me before and I was loving ever minute of it. nude teenies bbs It was as if he knew exactly where all my buttons were and he pushed the right ones to send me into a nearly orgasmic euphoria. Time and time again, he would take me to the limit and then skillfully retreat, denying me the release of an orgasm.Once more I found myself on my stomach with my buttocks elevated and getting the rim job of my life. Then, he slowly inserted his middle finger into my ass hole without altering his ministrations to my ass with his hungry tongue. One finger became two, and two euro bbs pics became three. The stretching was painful but oh so pleasant. Just when I thought he was going to try a fourth finger and tear my insides apart in the effort, he withdrew his fingers altogether and pressed his greased cock against the orifice. I guess that I had been so stretched by his fingers, that his cock was able to make it all the way in and be buried up to the hilt with no pain at all.His wasn't the largest cock I had ever teenage sex bbs been fucked by (in fact my sex in the park had made me something of a size queen, though I was usually on the giving end and not the receiving end) but he certainly was the best! He established a slow steady rhythm which he maintained for what seemed like hours. He was fucking me and clutching me to his body with his giant arms and nibbling on my neck, driving me to a level of ecstasy I had never experienced before.As he increased the intensity young bbs bathing suite of his thrusts and the speed of his pumping, I could tell he was nearing his climax. So, I reached back and started milking my own cock in an effort to time my orgasm with his. Apparently, he had more in him then I imagined, because, when I came, spewing jets of jism, he was still going at it with full force. As my body was wracked with the spasms of my prostate being bbs consulting ibiza drained for all its worth, I felt him tense and withdraw his penis from my ass just in time to shower me with his mixman board bbs own sweet milk. Then our exhausted bodies imploded in upon eachother as a final release when all the muscles of our bodies gave out at once.We lay on the bed together, each engulfed in the tired arms of the man he now recognized as his lover for life. We were oblivious to the world and to the existence of any other human being in it. We were totally and absolutely lost in eachother.He had been tender and loving, something I had never experienced in a man before -- or given to another man for that matter. There was none of the frenzy in our coupling that I had experienced before in what I had previously considered the best sex I had ever had. With Steve, I knew what it meant to be young kiddy bbs complete. This one wasn't going to get away in the morning like the hustlers and one-night stands who had occupied this bed with me in the past. He was mine forever.And he was mine later that night too, as we went at eachother over and over. I found that he could be equally adroit being the bottom man as he had been on top of me. We found joy in every position as we invented sex for the first time in the history of mankind.In the morning, we showered and shaved together. Steve agreed to be waiting for me in my apartment when I returned from the office. And he was.I floated through the next week, spending every moment in Steve's arms that I could. I even became positively domestic, waiting on him hand and foot, looking to his every need while he looked after mine. There was no taking without giving in return for either of us.On the seventh day of this affair, Steve sprung it on me without warning. He said he'd decided to move away for good, leave Washington, sell his business and his home. I was devastated.Then he said he was taking me with him. He had more than enough money. I could quit my job and leave the stress of the Pentagon and the fears of being out do in the office and move with him to... you guessed it... Roanoke. He would invest his money in opening a bar in Roanoke along the lines of some of the finer D.C. bars. In other words, a bar which would become the finest dance bar in town for gays and straights but one which would naked loitas bbs open to natural angels bbs gays exclusively on certain nights of the week. A bar with sports and food and drinks and live music. Of course, the scale could be reduced because Roanoke was hardly as large a market as D.C., but on weekends, Steve felt we could draw the students from nearby V.P.I. in Blacksburg as well as a dozen other colleges in the area which offered no real social life for either gays or straights (but especially for straights). He had thought it all out. Actually it was a plan he'd been brewing for a few years. He'd needed the right incentive to make the jump. And I was to be his incentive.Sure, it would be hard at first. The 13yo boys bbs religious right had closed Roanoke's lone gay bar years before and they would try to close this one too. Of that we could be certain. We shouldn't be surprised even of a cross burning should one occur. But times, they are achangin', as Dylan had predicted. Even a backwater like Roanoke couldn't resist the tide which bbs little virgin was slowly allowing gays a certain acceptability. Hopefully, by catering to a broad clientele of gays as well as straights and by filling the void which exists in that region for young people, we'd make a go of it. We'd run the bar together and offer employment to others in the gay community, toon top list bbs as limited as it might be in that city.So, ru bbs teens tomorrow, I'm going in to the office to hand in my resignation with a smile on my face. It's not that I dislike the job, it's a fine job. But, you see, I've found myself and my future. I cannot make the concessions which a government job and a security clearance demand any more. Because, as I've finally admitted to myself and the world...I'm GAY. ****** Epilogue:A pomegranate is a tropical fruit. Unlike apples or citrus fruit, its seeds, not the flesh, contain the delectable red essence which people desire. The outer shell of the asia sex bbs pomegranate is thrown away.. Like the pomegranate, people contain their essence on the inside. It is an essence with full potential -- Homo Sapiens have the potential of becoming human when they realize the beauty of that essence, whether that essence is fulfilled through planting in the soil to form new pomegranates or through being consumed by appreciating connoisseurs, thus forever denying them the chance of germination in the soil of mother earth. Both purposes of the pomegranate are honorable and serve a divine purpose in the grand scheme of things. And in many cultures, the flower of the pomegranate has very romantic connotations. Lovers exchange these flowers as symbols of their love and faithfulness. So should love, in all its forms, be acknowledged and given precedence in our lives.But realization of the purpose of a pomegranate is a slow process. The path from seed to flower is beset with problems. It passes through stages in which the essence of the seed must be first protected in a shell, then that shell must be broken down in the dirt, only then can the pomegranate release its essence and grow into a wondrous, flowering svens tpg bbs plant of great service, value, and of course -- beauty. So it is with learning to love. But the process should not detract from the result lest we become less than human and the pomegranate become extinct, without meaning. -------------------------------------------------------------------------Cheers! ;-{>}Umar ^----^ (- 0) ______________________oo0-(..)-0oo_____________khanspdcc.com____________ U "Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding." --Kahlil Gibran ************************************************************************** GCS d -p+(---) c++(++++) l u+ e++ m* s+/+ n+ h f* g+ w t+ r- y+(*) B6, t, w+, d, e, g++, k+, s(s-), free bbs lola models r-(r)
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