Date: Mon, 1 Mar 1999 00:15:05 EST
From: Darian McCrae
Subject: Bob and Me

Bob and Me
All names have been changed to protect the "innocent".

Swish.  The ball dropped perfectly through the hoop, creating the common
swish that every ball player loves to hear.  It was a bright sun-shiny day
and I was out shooting some hoops in the driveway to our little suburban
house.  The sky was clear blue and a slight breeze cooled the steamy
afternoon.

As I collected the ball and dribbled it away from the net, I looked up to
see the garage door of the neighbor across the street begin to ascend and a
chill ran up my spine.  I wonder if it will be Bob, I thought.  Ever since
Bob and his family had moved in three years ago, I had a little crush on
the father of the small family of four.  He was a middle-sized man, about
5'9", and had an incredibly cute face which, every once in a while, was
covered in some rough unshaven fuzz.  He was very muscular, his pecs glued
to the tight t-shirt he wore that day, showing his hardened nipples
protruding through the gray fabric.  Being a military man, he had very
short brown hair, which also covered the rest of his body like a blanket.
(I found out one day when our other neighbor, who has a pool, had a party
and I was given the immense pleasure of seeing this young 32 year-old stud
without a shirt and a very short swim-suit on) His short, hairy legs
extended from his small purple running shorts which slightly protruded out
right where his shirt ended, giving all who glanced at that particular spot
on his incredible body an idea of what lie beneath it.

He looked up and smiled one of his adorable smiles at me and waved.  "Hey,
buddy, how are ya?" he asked in his clear, baritone voice.  Each time I
heard it, it was like a song, so fluent and beautiful.

I raised my small hand and waved back.  "What's up with you today?" I
shouted across the street.

"Well, Teresa (his wife) took Julie and Stephanie (his four and ten year
old daughters) to the mall to go shopping."  I knew this because I saw them
leave which prompted me to emerge from my house of emptiness, hoping to get
a chance to talk to this cute bear that hibernated across the street from
my house.  Little did I know that we would do more than just talk.

"Oh, so your all by yourself today?" I asked, stupidly, slowly walking down
my driveway to the street.

"Well, I thought I'd go do some running.  I haven't run for a few days and
I need to get back on my exercise schedule."  He took the earphones that he
held in his had along with his walkman and wrapped them around his muscular
neck.  "So, what have you been up to this summer?"

"Well, not much really," I said, crossing the street.  "Just been hangin
around the house."  Jerking off to thoughts of you, I thought.

"Oh, sounds like a really calm summer then, huh?"  he asked meeting me at
the foot of his driveway.  I nodded.  I could see his well defined body
extremely well in the tight outfit he was wearing from up so close.  For a
second there was a pause where neither of us knew what to say.  I pretended
to look at the ground when I was actually checking out the bulge in his
shorts.  It was actually larger than I remembered it from the last time I
snuck a peek.  My crotch began to twitch with excitement at being that
close to him.

Suddenly I could feel his eyes on me.  I looked up and he just smiled and
said, "Um, since we're both alone for the day, do you want to come over and
have a soda or something when I get back?"

Would I?!? my mind screamed.  "I guess, if you don't have anything else to
do.  I know I don't."

He smiled and I was overcome with excitement.  I could feel my hard-on
growing and hoped it wasn't showing through my loose Umbro shorts.  His
smile was the most incredible thing about him, besides his large, hairy
chest.  At least, from what I'd seen of him.  "Well, then, I'll see you
when I get back."

"Alright."  He jogged off and I snuck a glance between his legs to see his
large cock bouncing up and down in his shorts.  He was free balling it. I
couldn't wait till he got back.  I ran back into my house and awaited his
return.

Fifteen minutes later he came running up the street and I jumped out of my
chair.  He ran up his driveway and into his garage and I quickly ran
outside, being careful that once I emerged I didn't look too excited.  I
hastily crossed the street and let out a yell to let him know I was coming.
He looked back and waited at the door inside his garage for me to catch up
with him.

As we went inside, I could smell his masculine sweat covering his body.
After the fifteen minute waiting period, my hard-on had diminished, but
this erotic odor brought it right back up.  As he closed the door behind me
I stepped into the kitchen just inside the door and sat down at the table.
He walked over to the refrigerator and asked me if I wanted a drink.  Water
was fine with me I told him and he got out two glasses from the cupboard.
I could see the beads of sweat standing out on his forehead from the hard
running he had been doing in the hill-ridden development we lived in.  I
watched closely as he streched his muscular arms, also dripping with sweat,
up to reach the glasses in the cupboard.  All the muscles were flexed in
his back and each one was as beautifully toned as the next.

As he handed me my glass his large rough hand brushed against mine, leaving
a small amount of sweat on my hand.  I held in my gasp of arousal and
quickly shoved the cup to my face, downing half the glass in one swallow.

"Thirsty?"  he asked.  He smiled at me and we both chuckled.  "Well," he
said, "if you don't mind, I'm gonna quick hop in the shower and change into
some cleaner clothes."

"No, go ahead.  It's your house."  I was so excited.  I was going to be
there when he took his clothes off.  My cock was fully erect.  I glanced
down and saw it creating a large lump at the waistband of my shorts,
pulling up on the short's legs.  It was so obvious that I was hard, but
either my studly love didn't notice, or he didn't mind.  Either was fine
with me.

He walked out of the kitchen and back the hallway towards his bedroom and
his voice echoed back to me: "So, do you and your family have any travel
plans for this summer?"

"Not that I know of, " I replied.

"What?  I can't hear you.  Come on back."

I jumped up and cautiously made my way down the hall.  I reached the open
door at the end of the hall.  I peered in to behold this 180 pound muscular
hunk shirtless standing at the opposite end of the room.

"Um... I said `Not that I know of.'"

"Oh, " he answered casually.  "Could you toss this in the hamper outside
the door for me?" he asked, lobbing his sweat-soaked shirt to me.  I
nodded, turned and went out the door.  My whole body felt as if it would
collapse.  I looked in my hands at his soaked shirt and slowly brought it
up to my face.  I closed my eyes and to a long and deep breath.  The
envigorating smell traveled right into my nostrils, making me woozy with
delight.

"Yeah, well - " I was back in the room in a flash, " we're going to the
beach some time next month.  The fourteenth through the twentieth, I
believe."  He was only in his shorts now.  I nodded, staring at his
incredible body, looking every inch over with desire.  The mat of hair on
his chest extended down his stomach and disappeared into his slightly
protruding boxers.  As my eyes continued to stare him down, I once again
caught a glimpse of the mass beneath the purple cut off sweat pants he was
wearing, only this time it was quite large, and it's outline extended
upward instead of downward.  I could feel my cock pulsating, each throb a
painful yearning for the sensational being standing before me.

He walked into the bathroom that connected to the bedroom and I walked over
and sat on the edge of the bed.  I could see right into the bathroom mirror
which gave me a clear reflection of the whole bathroom, including the
partially transparent shower door.  He opened the shower and the sound of
water running floated out to me.  He came back out of the bathroom and
smiled at me.  "I'll only be a minute or two."  I nodded, once again,
smiling stupidly.

He turned and entered the bathroom again.  I expected him to close the
door, but to my surprise and glee, he left it open.  He slowly pulled down
his shorts, exposing his loose boxers.  I took a deep breath as he grasped
the elastic band around his waist and then continued to undress.  As he
exposed his untanned ass, I felt my dick throbbing in my pants.  His body
was perfect, flawless.  His tight hairy ass, whiter than the rest of his
body, was small and firm.  A small amount of hair nestled in the cleft of
his back an extended down to meet the hair emerging from the top of his
ass.  He stepped into the shower and before he shut the door, he turned
around exposing his full body to me.  I was overcome with shock and an
incredible wave of hot passion to see him displaying a full
what-seemed-to-be eight inch erection.  I glanced up from his large cock to
see him smiling in the mirror at me.  That smile said, "I know you want it.
Come and get it."

I slowly and apprehensively stood up.  He shut the door to the shower and I
thought, Maybe he doesn't want me to come in.  I sluggishly walked over to
the doorway of the bathroom and peered in.  His brown silhouette projected
through the translucent shower door, an image of dark hair and tan skin all
smudged together. "Well?" he said from inside the shower, his broad back
turned towards me.

I yanked my shirt off over my head and kick my shoes off into the bedroom.
My socks went off in a flash and in one swoop I had my tight white briefs
off with my shorts.  I walked over to the shower and opened the door.  He
turned to face me and looked straight into my eyes with his big beautiful
blue ones.  His smile radiated from his face and I was overcome with
passion.  His body was glistening as he stood in steady stream of water
pouring over his body.  I glanced down at his hard cock and was overwhelmed
by the large appendage that he seemed to be displaying for me.

Suddenly, I felt his hands on my soulders, pulling me into the water.  Our
enlarged extremeties lightly touched as our eyes continued to gaze into
each other.  The shower looked small but actually was just the right size
for what we were going to do.  He turned me around, his hand -
unanticipated - on my hard dick, and started stroking it, all the while
rubbing his cock all over my ass.  All I could do was stand there.  I was
standing naked in the shower with a married man who I had been in love with
for three years.  It was a dream come true.

As he stroked my cock a little faster, he picked up the bar of soft white
soap and soaped up his 8-inches of pure pleasure.  Quickly he found the
crack in my ass and his large mass of ecstacy inserted itself, searching
for the opening within.  I felt the large head of his cock at my yearning
hole and bent forward as far as I could, spreading my ass cheeks apart to
give him better access.  As I felt him wrap his arms around me and pull me
closer, his thick cock slid inside my tight ass, the warm water and soap
acting as the lubricant.  It sent a shot of pain up my spine along with a
larger amount of pleasure.  He pulled me ever closer, sliding in farther
and farther up my ass until it seemed as though it would go no further.  I
guessed he had about and inch or two left outside my ass but then, with one
final jerk, I felt his hairy balls against my ass and his huge bulging
chest pressed against my back.  Through this whole ordeal, his hand
continued to work my cock, squeezing and stroking and rubbing constantly.

I leaned back against him and felt his breath on my neck.  He leaned over
my shoulder and whispered in my ear: "I know we've both been waiting a long
time for this."  With this said, he began to fuck me hard, his cock sliding
in and out of my ass.  He released the grip he had on my smaller 6 incher
and placed his hands on my back, pushing me forward, forcing me to bend
over and lean against the wall.  His hands found my thighs then and as he
pushed in and pulled out and pushed in and pulled out low moans came from
both of us, building as the passion got hotter and his fucking got faster.
Soon his balls were rapidly slapping against my ass, his hot long cock
fucking me harder and harder.  I moaned with pain and ecstasy, keeping him
driving.  After a good five minutes of this, he whispered in short breaths:
"It's almost time..."  I tensed up my loosened ass and squeezed his cock
with all my might.  He suddenly let out a loud moan and I felt his entire
body tense up.  With my ass clamped around his hard-on, he let out his
gigantic load of cum.  He shot it deep inside me and collapsed on top of
me, breathing extremely hard.

We stayed in that position until his cock began to fade and then he pulled
out of my ass and turned around to turn the water off.  To do this, he
slightly bent over and this gave me a very good look at his ass.  I quickly
stood behind him and rubbed my hands all over his lower back and ass.

"It's my turn," I whispered loudly and he bent over a little more, exposing
the hair-covered hole in his vertical smile.  I quickly went to work,
plunging my cock into his waiting ass.  I soaped up and slid in quite
easily and he let out a soft moan.  I slid my full 6 inches in as far as
they would go, touching my hairless balls to his bare ass.  Slowly I began
to pick up the pace, sliding in and out faster and faster, only propelled
by his euphoric moans and intense cries of pain.  Soon I felt like I was
about to come and I felt his ass tighten around my pulsating dick.  My body
tensed and then shot a load of hot white cum deep into him.  It was now my
turn to collapse on him.

After a few minutes rest, we both stood up and rinsed off in the still
flowing stream of water.  We rubbed each other up and down; me feeling his
hairy body passing through my fingertips, him feeling the smoothness of my
not fully matured almost hairless body.  We cleaned each other off and then
stepped out of the shower to dry each other.  I was so spent that when I
noticed his cock rising again, I felt so helpless.  As I dried off his
hardening cock, I peered deep into his eyes.  He returned the loving gaze
and suddenly grabbed the sides of my head and drew our lips together in a
passionate kiss.  His tongue explored the deep realms of my mouth and then
withdrew.  This was his thanks for the incredible event.  I felt so horny
that when he finished planting one on me I slid down his body, never
looking away from his beautiful eyes, and took his full erect cock into my
mouth.  He tilted his head back with lust and love for me and ran his
fingers through my short reddish hair.  I sucked and sucked and sucked some
more until I felt him grip my hair tightly.  I braced my lips tightly
around the head of his cock and felt the warm and gooey feeling of his
creamy cum spraying into my mouth and down my throat.  It was my first
taste of cum and it was incredible.  I continued to suck and stroke his
cock to make sure I got all of it, but then saved some at the end.  I took
it on my finger and lifted it up to his mouth.  He greedily parted his lips
and took my whole finger into his mouth, cleaning off his wet cum with one
swallow.

We both dried off and got dressed.  Having completed one incredible sexual
encounter, we walked back out into the kitchen.  He pulled two sodas out of
the refrigerator and handed one to me, bearing the smile that made me swoon
over him in the first place.  I smiled back, letting him know how much fun
I had. As we sat down at the table to drink, the door opened and his wife
and daughters walked in and were greatly surprised to see me there.

"Well, what are you two doing?" his wife asked with a smile, walking over
to her loving husband and pecking him on the lips.

"Oh, nothin.  Just havin a drink and talkin guy stuff."  He looked at me
and winked.  From that point on I was completely in love with this man but
we never got back together for another rendezvous.  But, I'm glad that I at
least got one shot to get some good head from the man of my dreams.