Alex - The Olympic Wrestler Teacher From the "First Encounters of a Close Kind" series by Bill Fore - b4@earthlink.net This is such an obvious story for a "First Encounters" book like this that I'm sure you'll think I just dreamed the whole thing up by the time you're reading the third paragraph. So... don't believe it... but the fact is, it's almost all true. (Isn't that what they all say?) I've read some of these "first experience" stories in some little books and on the net recently. This one is very different! The typical story goes something like: "Two totally straight bodybuilder studs (with at least ten whopping inches each) meet, decide to get it on for the first man-to-man experience in their whole lives within three minutes of saying "hello" and then, within four more minutes, are naked and swapping body fluids in every possible orifice with lots of yelling and screaming in a very public place." If that's what you want, then drop this. If I'm going to tell you the truth, then this might be a little slow and boring for you. Hope not! I had lived all my growing up years with only my mother. Two weeks into my senior year in high school, we moved... 800 miles! Not only to a different school district... but to a small town up North in a different state. My mother was a registered nurse, and she finally got the supervising position she'd been dreaming of. She and I were best buds and I was very excited for her. I didn't mind the move for me, either. Life had been a little stagnant. The last place we lived was a bit of a slum and kind of a pain. Hell... in twelve years of schooling we'd moved nine times. Besides... I had been reading positive thinking books and was trying to make each move seem like a new adventure. This was the first time we'd lived in a cold climate, and the first time I'd had to ride a bus to school. The only really big hassle was that I had to get up an hour earlier than before, but I did some homework on the bus that wouldn't have been done otherwise. I was definitely no Einstein. I never had let school interfere with my education. Someone called me "The Personality Kid." I was always smoozing and had been very popular in all nine schools. I'm sure I would have flunked some classes down through the years if the teachers hadn't liked me so much. Old Alex (that's me) was "reevaluated for graduation" in the new school program because I was trying to pass for a senior. I think the school wheels looked at my transcript and decided I was impersonating a senior. They decided I needed to take "Remedial Math," or I never would have had a teacher named John Burris. John was young for a teacher... maybe mid-twenties, but he looked even younger. He could easily have passed for my twin brother. We were both probably five foot seven and a hundred and forty, soaking wet. We both had what I called "mouse brown" hair with twinkling eyes to match, a good looking "happy" face, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. We were also both lithe and very athletic. Neither of us had an ounce of fat. I didn't know about him, but I was probably double jointed and could contort into just about any position the Indian Rubber Man could come up with. Maybe that's why I'd been doing very well in gymnastics in the previous years. "Mr. Burris" was a real, live Olympic wrestling medal winner. Lincoln Consolidated High wasn't big enough to have a gymnastics program, but they were just starting a wrestling program and they'd just hired Mr. Burris as their first wrestling coach, since he'd "medal'ed" in last years Olympics. (I think someone said "silver.") Math was only his sideline. Where I'd come from, "painted on" Levi's were in style for both guys and girls... as tight as they could be. I liked how I looked in tight Levi's and colorful tank tops, so that's how I dressed for school when it was warm. My look was new to Lincoln High, but I didn't mind being a trend setter and the girls obviously thought the clothes made my bod look very sexy. About the fourth day in Remedial Math, Mr. Burris stopped me by the door after class. I'd noticed he'd been looking me over from time to time. He asked me if I'd ever wrestled. I told him I'd been into gymnastics. He looked me over as we faced each other. "You got the build for both, Alex. I think I can turn you into a hell-of-a-wrestler." I told him I was into co-educational wrestling and practiced wrestling with a chick every Friday night. He laughed. "Get the Gold Medal?" "Naw... but the last three gave me the purple shaft... with blue balls." I'd been told I had the mind of a comedian... always trying to make everything funny. Wrestling season was still a few months away, but there didn't seem to be any rules in that state against when practice could start. So... one day, about two weeks after our first conversation about it, Mr. Burris and I went to the mats in the gym after school so he could show me what wrestling was all about. I kept in shape by working out almost every day so I had some strength and was well coordinated. John said he was impressed. We got warm and ended up doing some basic holds with each other wearing only our gym shorts. His hairless perfectly formed chest was even broader than mine. He looked really good! Wrestling seemed to be kind of fun. I was surprised at how the man-to-man body contact was so exciting to me. I'd never before participated in any physical contact sports. The story of my hot (not so) Friday night's was a big lie, too. John was impressed with how I could contort my body and kidded me about some of the positions I got into as he demonstrated how good wrestlers won. John and I had time to grab a quick shower together before I caught the "sports bus" home. He did look a lot like me, even when naked. His skin was a shade or two more tan than my off-white ivory complexion. Otherwise, we were a very close match. I wasn't much in love with myself, but I was surprisingly enthusiastic about my look alike. There was something extremely sensual about his handsome, lean body with it's flawless covering of light tanned skin, the curve of his beautifully defined muscles, the freedom of his swaying cock and dangling balls. What I saw was much like the image I'd view in the mirror, but it still was an erotic turn-on. A relationship began to blossom. John wasn't married yet and didn't seem to know of any restrictions about faculty fraternizing with students (if there were any rules) at Lincoln High. We even did the pizza and cokes gig one Friday night in a Italian food joint across town in another school district, and then he drove me 12 miles away to my little suburban apartment in his great, almost new Jeep. John said he'd never lived away from the big city and liked the little community and the school a lot. However, he said... he was very lonesome in the new place. He was ten years younger than anyone else on the Lincoln faculty. I told him I was lonesome, too. I told him that my mother was the only other person I really knew within eight hundred miles, and that she was working day and night at her new job. I told mom all about my sharp teacher, the Olympics champ. The next Sunday afternoon mom invited John to come for lunch at our apartment. She was very impressed! We all had a wonderful time. He stayed around after lunch when mom had to go to work. ABC "Wide World of Sports" had a feature on college wrestling that afternoon that we watched. I asked some questions afterward, and John showed me some more holds on the living room floor. We got a little sweaty and took our shirts off to do some more stuff. There's not much you can do in wrestling without having your arms and legs tightly wrapped around each other. For some odd reason, I was really digging the body contact. Naturally, I didn't say anything, but I think John liked it, too. John showered in my bathroom, then I showered, too. I attempted to watch his naked body a lot while trying to be sure he couldn't see me doing it. While we were in my bedroom, still naked and drying off, I moved as if I had a twinge. "What's wrong?", he asked. I said I thought I'd pulled a muscle in my lower back. He made me show him where the pain was coming from, and then had me lay on my gut on the bed while he kneeled beside me and kneaded my naked back, just above my ass cheek. It took a while but it really did feel better and I told him so. I was able to hide the swelling in my crotch until it went back to near normal. I thought John had thrown a bit of a bone, too, but I couldn't look long enough to be sure. In all my life I'd never really had a buddy I'd been naked around. John seemed very uninhibited about nudity. He never tried to hide his dick and I sneaked enough peeks to decide we were about an even match there, too. Maybe his shaft had more veins and the crown on top was a bit more rose colored. At one point John even mentioned how alike our bodies seemed to be. Before we dressed we did a little comparing together in front of the mirror. I thought John's sausage got a tad swollen again. I gotta tell you this: I was a virgin, and not proud of it! Up to that time I'd fooled around with three girls in my life, but had never had sex with any of them. I'd seen two of them naked in daylight, and we'd gotten close, but mostly all I'd ever done was pet... and, of course, pound my prong a whole lot. Like most other kids my age that I'd known, if I ever thought or wondered about another guy I quickly wiped the curiosities out of my head. Back in the living room I asked, "What the hell does a guy your age do for love in this God forsaken place, Professor Burris?" He grinned, then got to looking kind of sad. "I just broke it off with a girl I'd been steady with for three years before moving here." I asked why. John said he knew it wasn't real love and couldn't see the relationship going anywhere. He said he didn't want to try keeping it alive by long distance. "Coming to Lincoln was like a new start for me in every way, Alex. I'm not going to try for the Olympics again, since I'll be too old, so it's time to settle down and build my life's career." He stayed around talking until almost eleven o'clock... the time when mom got off work. Before he left he put a hand on my shoulder. "You know, Alex... it's like you are my brother, and it's really nice being close with you, but we've got to be just teacher and student at school." I grinned. "You gonna flunk me like all the others?" He patted my back and gave me a brief squeeze before he turned to leave. Life went on. If it were work, I guess you could say that time-and-a-half went by. A couple of times a week John and I would do some wrestling stuff in the gym and then shower afterwards. There was a lot of body contact in the gym wrestling training, but it seemed like it was far less than the really sensual stuff that happened when we were alone in my living room. We'd shower while the football practice was still going on so that there would rarely be anyone else around. The next Saturday afternoon around five I was lonesome so I called John. There was no answer, but I called again a little later and he had just come back home from the gym. Mom was at work until at least eleven that night. After we'd talked for a while, I invited John to drive the twelve miles to my little 'burb. He thanked me for the call and said it was a great idea, so while he was on his way I ordered a pizza and some drinks. We ate, watched TV, got a little frisky, and then decided to try some holds again on the living room floor. We took our shirts off after just a few minutes and a little later, at my suggestion, began working only in our skivvies. The practice was a lot of strain, a little pain, and... at least to me... very erotic. I sprung a woodie while we were practicing a hold that kept a few acres of our skin touching. I'd wrapped my legs around him and my crotch was tightly pressed against John's side. We moved into a hold that put me on my back with my legs in the air and his face right in front of my gonads. I couldn't hide the bone in my tight little, very brief Jockey's. John saw what I was trying to do. He quickly pinned me, and then we laid together on the floor to catch our breath. "Listen... don't let old "rigid rick" shake you up, Alex. It's no prob. Happens all the time when two hot blooded guys have to do a lot of straining and touching." He paused for a couple of deep puffs of air. "In the original Olympics, wrestling was one of the primary sports. You know that they always wrestled naked back then. I've heard that the old Olympic carvings of the wrestlers show a lot of stiff peckers, and back then they were proud of them. It was a sign of masculinity. Didn't mean queer or anything else. Now, we've got tight jocks or cups so we can hide and nobody knows." I asked John if he'd ever wrestled anyone nude. He gave me a sheepish grin. "The guys on the Olympic wrestling team kidded around about it a lot. Nobody ever tried it, but it was kind of a secret fantasy for me to try someday. We'd heard some of the wrestlers from other countries practiced nude with each other in their rooms, but we didn't dare." We didn't try it that night, but we did shower together again and wash each other's back, ass cheeks and legs. I could see that John got almost a full woodie when I was scrubbing his ass. It stood almost straight out from his body and he didn't try to hide it. I decided that we were about the same size in the perpendicular cock department, too. If six and a half medium thick inches was normal, we were both pretty normal. After he left I jacked off to visions of us wrestling nude together. The weather was turning cold. I took a cute broad from my Bugology class to a football game in mom's car one Friday night. I thought I'd die from the cold because I didn't have a good enough coat. Lincoln lost very badly! The girl and I warmed each other up in the car after the game outside her home, but nuzzling and blue balls was just how far it went. John called the next morning. Mom answered the phone and talked to him for a while. He had something he wanted to ask, so she invited him to come out for lunch with us before she went to work. I was a little surprised that she'd make the date without talking to me, but I guess she knew I had nothing planned and really liked John. He brought dessert, we ate and told lots of jokes. John said that the following weekend had an extra school holiday in it. There was a high school wrestling camp about two hundred miles away, and he wondered if I'd like to go since I'd probably learn a lot of things about the sport and our season was about to start. Mom said it was a great idea, and I agreed. Wow! A weekend with John... complete with two or three nights in a motel together. I was stoked! Mom left for work. We moved the coffee table out of the way, pulled our shirts off and started to work on wrestling techniques. I was getting the hang of how leverage worked and started giving John at least a little competition. We were getting sweaty. We went down to our skivvies. We paused for a breath after some heavy body contact. "Want to do the Olympic thing?", John asked. I didn't know what he meant until he pulled off his shorts. It was my dream. I followed his lead. In minutes we both were sprouting boners. John led the way and we wrestled anyway, doing holds he'd suggest that always seemed to cause a lot of touching, rubbing and friction. He allowed me to get a hold that put my face inches from his proud shaft. My hand had slipped between his legs to get leverage and his balls laid against my wrist. At one point John was climbing all over me, his hard prick rubbing against my skin, trying to flip me for a pin. I resisted for as long as I could and then got flipped. He spread eagled across my body while I tried to raise a shoulder. We were solidly wood to wood, and the struggle was causing friction, lubricated by sweat. I was so totally turned on I exploded! It was quick and unexpected, but I was far too stimulated to stop anything in the few seconds of warning I'd had. He continued laying spread-eagled across me, holding my arms above my head, his face inches from mine. I was momentarily mortified, but he grinned. "Did we blow a gasket?" I nodded. He raised up to glance down at the sticky stuff spread over our abs. "Geez, Alex... that's a big time load." He reestablished eye contact as he laid back on top of me. "Hurt much?" I realized he wasn't horrified. I shook my head. "I'm surprised it wasn't me, man. I've had the wicked hornies all day," he said. As we showered together John made it clear that he thought blowing a cargo of cum was very cool and not to be hidden. "If I wasn't your highly respected teacher who worries that his student might want to discuss this with the Lincoln Consolidated High school board, I'd probably ask for a rematch until I shot off, too." We washed each other carefully, both back and front this time, and I daringly brushed my soapy hands against his re-awakening dong. John took in a quick breath and leaned back against the shower wall. I washed in other places and then returned to do a more thorough cock cleaning. My own stick had been expanding quickly and I was again totally electrified with lust. I washed him some more while his body squirmed in my soapy hands. Handling his body was amazingly exciting for me. I felt free enough to examine his nuggets with my fingers, which made him squirm some more. The wriggling quickly became frenzied when I began thoroughly "washing" his cock, and moments later I pumped many shots of heavy cream from his vibrating organ while he spasmed and moaned with great euphoria. We just stood under the water together, holding each other and basking in the feelings of the moment. Then, he carefully washed me the same way. After a few minutes of his wonderful explorations between my legs, over my gonads, and up and down the sensitive stem of my hard, throbbing log, I just about had a full-body seizure and, after corkscrewing my hard body against his and in his hands, I finally produced a second massive eruption. We laid naked on my bed, side-by-side, and talked for hours. John said he'd been really curious about me and had thought about doing something for weeks. I told him I'd never been so sexually turned on by anyone as I had by him. He said he'd waited to do anything because he was scared, and had wanted to be sure I felt the same way. I moved to hug and hold him, and then kissed his face. Our bodies were totally pressed against each other, contributing to sensations I'd never felt before. I then got sloppy and maudlin and professed my deep love for him. We kissed each others faces for a while and clung to each other in what had to be the all-time best wrestling hold ever invented. When it was time to leave (before mom got off work), we discovered that it had been raining and sleeting outside while we'd been making it so hot inside. The streets were icy. I suggested, since it was Saturday night, that he should stay over. Of course, with mom in the house for the night, he was going to have to sleep on the couch and not in my bed (a dream too much to ask for). Because of the slippery roads and the fact that he had a jeep, we picked up mom at her work so she wouldn't need to drive. When she got home she convinced me that the guest should get the bedroom and I should sleep on the couch. Sunday was a blast. The roads were still slippery, so we all ate together, watched NFL football until mom had to go to work, then took her in the jeep, and spent the afternoon "practicing." Of course we were naked, and both doing more touchy-feely stuff than wrestling. I now felt very open about exploring my twin everywhere. We got in holds that put our faces in each others crotches. Often my face would brush against his cock and balls as we "wrestled." We held each other a lot, caressed and stroked each other, and then settled down for a wonderful session of mutual cock rubbing. We unloaded each other with lots of sounds, petting, and sticky volleys of thick cream. We showered, fondled some more, and then laid on my bed for a lot of heavy embracing. That led to some exploratory kissing, and I led the way into some thorough body licking. Before the sun went down I'd actually licked John's wonderful sack of tender nuggets and had repeatedly run my tongue over his pulsing stalk. I had called a lot of people "cocksuckers," both in jest and when a little angry, but I had never even thought of the thrills of what they'd called "oral pleasuring" in sex classes in school. (If they didn't want us to do it, why did they call it "pleasuring?") John professed to have never experienced such an adventure either. We started to explore each other more, and the licking finally turned into deep-throated sucking. I sucked him off first. I swallowed his stuff. I gagged for a few moments but it was wonderful. He then returned the favor, stimulating me in ways almost beyond belief. Before it was time to finish our all day sex adventure and prepare for mom's homecoming, we'd both sucked each other off twice, with lots of amazingly incredible experimental licking, touching and fondling in the long, marvelous process. It was very hard treating John like just another damn teacher and calling him Mr. Burris in school after what we'd done together. The week dragged on. I worked out daily, we practiced holds only two times, and showered together only once. I could hardly wait until the weekend and our planned trip to the wrestling conference. I couldn't mention it to any of my new friends, as John wasn't supposed to bring one of his own students. Well, we didn't go. Actually, we did, but we only got about half way. It was very cold and snowing when we finally got away on Friday afternoon, but it wasn't predicted to be too bad. Hell... it was an adventure with the love of my life, and we were both from a warm climate. We didn't know what "bad" was. Besides, John had a four wheel drive jeep. To avoid suspicion, I took the early bus home. John picked me up an hour later. If nobody else was on the road, we would have made it because of four wheel drive, but the highway was clogged with cars, trucks and busses that had spun out or had just gotten stuck. John called ahead and found out the weather where we were going had become a blizzard and that the conference was cancelled. We finally found a room at the fifth motel we tried. Everyone stuck on the road was trying to do the same thing. The only room available was the far end one that had just one bed. Since we looked alike, John booked us as John and Alex Burris... brothers. The little motel had a restaurant and it, too, was jammed. It took us at least an hour to get a dinner of mediocre food. All the weekend travellers that had gotten stuck on the highway in the blizzard were also stuck in that little moldy motel. The travellers were pissed, but I was in heaven. I knew that John and I were going to have a weekend together that would be filled with exploratory sexual bliss, and I was very ready. The blizzard turned into a record breaker. If I told you where we were and what year this was, you'd know which blizzard we were encountering because it became famous. Later, I discovered that the newspaper referred to it as an "ordeal." I should have written to tell that paper that it was certainly no ordeal for me. Two "brothers" stranded in a little, warm room with only one bed in that roadside motel had the physical encounter of their lifetimes. Friday night and much of Saturday were spent discovering each other's bodies in very minute detail. Two naked, athletic young male hard bodies twisting together in incredible bliss... touching, embracing, cuddling, nuzzling, stroking, kissing, licking, and finally sucking. We'd both exploded once by hand and had cleaned each other up before our mouths became the instrument of stimulation. I sucked John first, revelling in "tonguing" the ridge around his crimson knob while he squirmed in delight. I explored his whole crotch with my mouth, tongue-washing his nugget sack, lifting and spreading his legs to completely lick below his balls and even mouth- washing him as far as his puckering asshole. It was an extraordinary turn-on for both the washer and the washed. John moaned and writhed in my arms. His hands moved over my body, but this was planned by me to be a one-way experience for him. I finally concentrated my lip and tongue action on his ravishing, thick, veined shaft, loving it with my mouth in every way that I could think of. When I knew he was about to cum in my mouth, it would get me so excited that I almost joined him in a mutual explosion. John's body would thrash in my arms. His skin would get all clammy, and his stifled moans and words of love and encouragement just before I'd get the chance to vacuum up his seed in my mouth were really big turn-on's. He stifled his sounds by putting the pillow over his head so the neighboring room wouldn't enjoy our soundtrack. I, however, heard everything. We kissed, cuddled and dozed for probably an hour, and then John began to move his mouth over my energized body in the same ways. The only thing he added to the mix of stimulation for my sexual awakening was that his diddling, saliva-lubed finger actually slipped inside my tiny little arsehole for a brief moment, just before my frantic explosion. In all my dreams, ever since I first started pounding my prong when I was about twelve, nothing I'd ever imagined could even come close to the actual sensations he was creating as his hands and mouth played with my body. We showered, fondled, sucked again, and finally slept, body-to-body, wrapped tightly in each other's arms. We fed each other another mouthful of seed early the next morning before we showered. We cleaned up, bundled up, and then struggled through the deep drifts to the little restaurant. The storm was still raging. It was so severe that nobody on the restaurant staff had been able to go home. They'd slept through the night in the booths. The crowd of customers had either come and gone or were snowed in (or out). We were the only ones in the place. We ate heartily. Then we got some sandwiches and cokes to take back to be sure we had some extra food to wait out the storm. The waitress liked us a whole lot and we kidded around. Just before we left, she told us they might be running low on some stuff, so we got a whole extra box of food... enough for two days... and took it back through the storm to our room. (Like I said, our room was the last one in the motel, way back at the end of the units.) There was no refrigerator in the room, but we could easily store stuff in the quickly growing snowdrift at the back door. If it needed heating, we could put it on the boiling radiator for a while. The waitress hinted heavily about coming back to our room with us, but we had other plans. Back in the room, we called the motel office to tell them we were obviously staying until Monday. In between our playtimes, John and I did a lot of talking. I confessed again that I really loved him. We dreamed about the future, wondering how we could be together with John a teacher and me a student. He confessed that he'd had some sexual experiences with his girl, but that nothing had compared to what was happening with me. I kidded about him having tampered with a virgin, since I'd done nothing before with anyone else. We even talked about long range plans... like after I graduated in about seven months. A teachers first year is always a probationary period, he said. What if he changed schools and we moved somewhere else? John said that then we could live together as two brothers, since we looked so much alike. He thought that nobody would suspect what our relationship really was unless we did something wild in public. I'd always heard that rabbits were always doing "it." We were like two rabbits, I guess. John couldn't get enough of my body, and I was equally excited about playing with his. The only thing we added to our repertoire of mutual pleasuring was a jar of Vaseline and a lot of fingering and probing of each other's assholes. We actually got in some wrestling-like positions, doubled up over each other, fingers, faces, mouths and tongues touching, fondling, kissing and licking. There was no external part of John's body my mouth had not researched, except for the top of his head. He'd done the same to me. We were like two hot-blooded, sex starved males who acted like what we did now was all we could experience for the rest of our lives. When we got tired of climbing all over each other, we rested while wrapped tightly together. After a couple of stroke off sessions, a lot of hugging and deep kissing, and another suck, as we laid on the bed in each others arms swapping spit, John asked if I would screw him in the ass that night. I'd never even dreamed of such a thing... that guys could actually screw each other. John said he was wondering what it would be like, but didn't want to do anything that bugged me. I was intrigued and assured him that I wouldn't be bugged. It was getting dark. We'd played with each other for about six hours since our trip to the diner. So... we dug some food out of the deepening snowbank (the storm was still raging), put it on the heater to thaw, showered, and ate a naked dinner. Part of what we ate and licked up came off of each other's bodies, as we'd dribbled stuff on purpose. After much fondling, licking, lubing, fingering and preparation, that night I finally slithered my hard old trouser snake all the way up John's incredibly tight love tunnel. At first there was a lot of pain for John, and even a little for me. We stayed connected... John on his back with a leg up on my shoulder, and me propped over him. Holy shit, what an experience! I'd erupted so many times that day I thought I could make the astonishing experience last a long time, but the sensations were so fantastic that I fired my weapon into his chute in less than five minutes. We rolled to our sides and deep kissed for many minutes while still connected. I lost part of my stiffness, but John squeezed his ass muscles and aroused me back to a full bone. In minutes we started moving together again. This time I had a hand free to stroke John's pecker, too. Long before I dropped my second load into his ass, John delivered a series of sticky wads to our sweaty abs. His eruption caused his ass muscles to constrict, which triggered all the mechanisms needed to slowly send me back over the edge. The room was hot, and we were fiery from having such a wild time. It was now Sunday night and totally dark outside. The storm was still raging. The winds had abated a bit, but the snow continued to fall. After a little nap, we showered together in the hottest water we could stand, stimulated each other as much as we dared, and then climbed naked onto the huge snowdrift outside the back door to wrestle in the cold snow. It was totally wild! The freezing snow stung my hot skin and made the excitement of our actions absolutely crazy. We probably weren't in the snowdrift more than three minutes before John pulled me back into the room and we showered again, but I was tremendously stimulated by the experience. That Sunday night I offered John my back door. He, at first, said no... that he didn't want me to experience the initial pain. "Was it worth it?", I asked. He nodded. "Well, then... let's get on with it." So... with much love and lube, I gave my love my virgin asshole. I don't know why it was so painful to him, because I experienced only a little. After the pain went away, the physical and emotional feelings were unbelievable. To know that the love of my life was deeply buried inside my body was an emotional high I may never forget. The feelings of having the ridge of his big plum slipping back and forth over something very exciting inside of me caused me to shoot without being touched. I'll never forget that first invasion of my body, probably because it was such a surprisingly marvelous encounter. We actually did it twice, too, but disconnected in between to deeply kiss and embrace some more. The second round was done with me kneeling beside the bed and John kneeling behind me, between my legs. It took much longer, and it was the ride of a lifetime for both of us. We did a little doggy-style crawl around the room while connected and pumping against each other, ending up spread across the bed with John across my back. We even fell asleep for a few hours with John's pulpy pole still buried in my rectum. When we awoke it was late, so we took another shower and then got some more food out of the snowdrift. Monday morning we tried to get the news on television, but the set wasn't working. It was only snowing lightly, but the sky was still very dark. I finally got hold of mom at the hospital. She said she'd stayed there and couldn't get home. The motel office said the roads would be closed until Tuesday, which meant we had one more day to love, play, eat and talk. We did just that, reprising every wonderful experience we'd had the previous two and a half days. When we unburied the jeep and checked out, the motel manager apologized. They were sorry the TV hadn't been working and said they'd forgot about it. John covered without blinking an eye. He said we had both been studying for finals and hadn't noticed. If I was taking a course in man-to-man sex, I certainly would have gotten an A+ with the "studying" we'd done. -0- Hope you liked this story. There are many more of my "First Encounter" tales on Nifty. Look under "Miscellaneous," then "Prolific Authors," and then scroll down to Bill Fore. Comments? E-mail me at b4@earthlink.net while you're thinking of it.