Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2007 19:52:53 +0000
From: c c <clashmore@hotmail.com>
Subject: wistfully remembering past desires

I'm a happily married man.  Sometimes, however, I used to think sexually of
another man who was a friend of mine.  We were once quite close but never
wanked or sucked or did anything like that.

I think I began to desire him because we were so close and shared so many
things intimately, our worries, our concerns about work or our parents, or
even how one or other of our cocks got hard when we thought of a particular
woman.  We were unmarried at the time and each had a different type when it
came to woman so we weren't competing!

There are things that I longed to do to him, have done to me by him or do
together.  Perhaps in a sense I was in love with him, although, in general,
women were always the core passion and attraction to me.

I wished we could have sat together, kissing and fondling each other's
chests, undoing shirt buttons.  I wished I could have heard his voice
uttering his longings.  I would love to have seen his cock expanding in his
jeans or trousers and to have slowly built the mutual desire.  It would
have been great to have knelt before him, my face level with his buttons or
zip and to work on him, first slowly undoing his belt and taking it from
there. I can't imagine anything more precious in the world than slowly
undoing each jeans button one at a time, knowing that the core of his being
was being uncovered; I would have been in heaven.

I think of each of us wanking himself in the other's presence and hearing
each other's moans; I think too of wanking each other.  I think of cuming
all over his face and his chest.  Another thought is of wanking him,
putting the tip of my cock up to the tip of his, and fingering the cum that
erupts from his cum slit so that it is smeared all over the tip of mine,
gently manipulating our foreskins so as to see, cum on the tip of my cock
that isn't mine but his.  Of course I would have wanted him to cum all over
my own body, whether my chest, my face or even my hair.  I would have
wanted there to be so much cum shared between us that we wouldn't have
known which is his, which is mine or which is ours commingled.

I would have liked him to strip seductively for me, taking off jeans to
reveal black cotton boxers, covering his package and ass, perfect tight
stomach above, and sexy legs and thighs below.  I'd like to see him wank
himself through the cotton, or let me do it for him.  Above all I would
have wanted to hear the sound of his voice as we made love in all these
different ways.

When I had sucked him, and he came in my mouth, it would have been amazing
to let that cum lubricate our kissing. I would have liked to taste his cum
too in just the same way.  I just wanted wave upon wave of passion to
overwhelm us.

As a token of my love for him, occasionally I would have liked to have
urinated on his chest and to have submitted to that same act from him.

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If anyone has felt for someone else as I have done, I'd be interested to
hear from him.  clashmore@hotmail.com