Date: Tue, 21 Sep 2004 06:47:57 +0200 From: Natan Subject: The Bonfire THE BONFIRE by natan10@hotmail.com The stories which I write are not always true stories. Actually, they rarely are. They are entirely fictional. They grew out of a desire to put down in words many "fantasy dreams" which I have had. I am bisexual, married and white with two grown children. I love sex with a man and, in my real world, it is no stranger to me. My stories are intended for mature eyes only and are always based on male/male relationships. There is no violence, S&M, bondage, etc. in my works. If you liked the story, let me know. If you didn't like the story, I would also appreciate a note and an explanation why ... otherwise, I won't get anywhere, will I? Feel very free to write me anything you'd like. I look forward to hearing from anyone interested in responding to these stories. All I am trying to achieve in my writing is to make you feel good. Really good. If you want to write me just to "get off", then do so. After all, this is why we exist and who we are. In my stories `condoms' do not exist. In our real world, condoms MUST exist. In our own personal fantasies, however, sex is idealized the way we would really like it to be raw skin and no rubber. But remember: Safe sex must be the only way! ************** THE BONFIRE by natan10@hotmail.com The Bonfire Most nights when I go to the "garden" for a little sex, there is usually this one youth there that always gets my electricity going. I'm told he is 16 years old. He has really thick black hair on his head, very dark eyes and a magnificent physique for his age ... or so it always appears when I have seen him walking around in the darkness. I usually go to the garden at night. Colors are always not as they really appear at night, so an exact description of him is quite hard to accomplish. I always follow him around, but he never seems to be interested in me, so I always end up being a little frustrated. You all know that feeling, I'm sure. You see a hunk you want to go off with, get undressed with, make love with and eventually be filled with his cum, but you never get the chance. He doesn't seem to be interested in you. Well this particular hunk is "that person" for me on very many occasions. All I have to do is get out of my car and see him walking around and I'm already rock-hard with precum flowing. He is an incredible turn-on (if you like that age group of course!). This morning, my 16-year-old daughter left for school and told me that she would be back around noon hour with some of her classmates in order to work on a group project for their examination in Geography. She asked me to specifically stay clear in order not to embarrass her in front of her friends. No problem. My wife and I have to make preparations for the special holiday tonight which includes a huge bonfire with the neighbors in the lot adjacent to our building. There was shopping to do, cleaning, and preparation for our bonfire and the grand finale a barbeque at the bonfire site. I filled my morning with a little emailing and viewing some really hunky pics which I had downloaded from the Net. I don't have to tell you all how many times I must have jacked off looking at those incredibly well-built models! There was this one far-out pic where a guy was hanging upside down between two friends. His two friends were keeping him hanging there while he was busy sucking the cock of one of his friends all upside-down. That one sent me over the edge. Quite an unusual "prop". Most of the pics are all set up anyway. Well ... back to my story ... So I'm busy doing a load of laundry with my wife and all of a sudden a whole group of kids storm the house ... my daughter along with 3 girls and a guy. And who should this guy be you got it. Mr. Hunk from the Garden! Right there in front of my eyes and in broad daylight. He was even more handsome now, in broad daylight, than with that soft, gentle dark light of night. A more definite description now: WOW! His eyes are chestnut. His hair extremely dark brown and his skin color like very very light coffee with milk. He also has a really sexy dimple and a hardly discernible cleft chin. You got it ... I was standing at attention already. And it was soon to become noticeable, so I had to disappear into my bedroom and put on my tight briefs so that at least I could be snug. Our eyes checked each other out and he knew exactly who I was and I knew who he was. We both secretly acknowledged that. I highly respected his tact. I was introduced to him formally now. His name is Ilan. I couldn't help notice how he watched me leave the room. What was very difficult was that I had to do some work in the kitchen which is right next to the very large, oversized dining table which they were using their papers and notes spread all over the place. He kept glancing my way with no particular expression on his face. I had a very hard time trying not to look too much at him. I even went off to the toilet for a while and jacked off. I was shaking and horny as hell for this guy. But Lady Luck (or do us guys say Mr. Luck) was on my side. After two and a half hour's work, they all decided to help with the preparations for the bonfire. I was asked (or rather told) by my daughter to go with Ilan in the car and get wood for the fire. Hey ... who was I to complain? A chance to be alone with this strappling. In the car, we exchanged a few pleasantries and how we just don't seem to get it together in the garden. He was slightly embarrassed that I knew that he knew that I knew that he knew. We soon overcame that. The best place to find wood for a bonfire is down in the gulley about a mile and a half from the house. I made sure that I picked a spot to go to which was a little more secluded than others. My plan was set. I actually shouldn't have to continue the story. You know as well as I do the reason why I write this. We arrived at the spot and that is when he told me exactly what we should do before getting back to my home with the wood. I was a little uncertain now of doing anything with him if only because he was in the same classroom with my daughter ... and so young. But he made me feel more at ease. He told me to remain sitting at the driver's wheel and he would go and collect some wood. He left his side of the car open. I watched him go back and forth with the wood. He kept piling it next to the trunk. He still insisted that I just sit there at the wheel. He didn't want me to have to work hard. After all ... he looked upon me as being a "father" now and not just "a guy" in the garden looking for some meat. He then surprised me. He made one last trip for wood and then just sort of fell into the car through the door on his side and his mouth covered my crotch! I was in sheer heaven. I thought I had gone on to another world. I was shaking. He still insisted that I just sit there. I was so fucking horny for this guy. My cock had been at attention the entire trip and now? Who are you kidding? I was so stiff and my cum was just boiling for release. He continued to suck on my jeans and then he fumbled with my zipper a bit and out it came. This huge, thrusting 7-inch staff. He put his hands under my buttocks and lifted me off the seat a bit in order to get a good grip on my buns. Of course, I helped him by lifting myself a bit off the seat. Hey ... if I'm going to get serviced, I figured I may as well do some of the work! He took my cock and swallowed the entire thing down his gorgeous 16-year-old throat. My hands virtually tore at his hair in ecstasy, pushing him down and pulling him up and pushing him down again. I shot the biggest wad of cum that I think I probably had ever shot in my life. He just gulped it all down. He told me to pull my pants back up and that we had better get back to my home. In the car, he told me that if I saw him in the garden again, just to wink at him and we would go for a little drive. My life has turned over once again! ************* I really hope you liked what you have read. If you would like to read more, please write to me and tell me. I shall be happy to oblige if I am able. natan10@hotmail.com And don't be afraid to put your own fantasies and feelings down on paper. It just happens to be wonderful therapy! If you like, you can write your fantasy and send it off to me. I'd love to read it.