Date: Mon, 29 Apr 2002 21:08:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Terence Audette <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Falling for Joel

This story has no basis whatever in fact.  The characters are totally
fictional and are not based on anyone.


			     Falling for Joel

 The brown shoe that was tapping the floor in the stall next to mine was
obviously an expensive one, good shoes always look expensive.  The sock on
the foot that was in the expensive shoe was also tasteful, a small beige,
brown and dark gold pattern that didn't really call attention to itself but
perfectly complemented not only the shoes but the bit of pant leg that
could be seen.

I didn't know why the man in the next stall was tapping his foot, I
supposed that his leg could have fallen asleep or god only knew what else.
I realized of course that it could also have something to do with sex.  I
mean after all I was sitting there with a hardon reading the messages on
the wall.  Some of the messages were scrawled quickly and boldly, "Wanna
fuck?  Be here at 6:30. Show hard!"  Some were written small and
thoughtfully.  "Forty year old, looks 30, looking for younger top.  Call
555-6666 Let's get together."

I had never done this before, I mean had sex with a man, not that I was
going to have sex with a man but I sure wanted to if I could just figure
out what I was suppose to do.

After a while a hand appeared underneath the stall partition and I was
being handed a note.  "Let me see your dick."  The hand that handed me the
note had black hairs on it and looked tan and nice to the extent that a
hand can look nice.  I just didn't know how I could do what the guy was
asking me to do.  I wrote back, "How?" and handed it back.

There was a grunt from the next booth, a grunt that said I was an idiot but
I honestly didn't have any idea what I was suppose to do.

The note came back.  "Kneel on the floor."  All I could think was "Kneel on
this floor?"  but I did as the note told me.  I was so hard and so excited
that I thought I could shoot any second.  I felt that I could see the other
guy looking at me as I knelt there.  Then he said.  "Turn around, let me
see your ass."

Then a few things happened at once, I turned around and soon felt a hand on
my ass, the door to the restroom opened and I fell over.

Whoever came into the restroom said, "Oh fuck!" and slammed out again.

The guy in the next stall said, "Fucking shit!"

I again didn't know what to do but now I was pretty afraid that someone had
seen what we were doing and I pulled my pants up and left the stall.
Apparently the guy who had been touching my butt had the same thought
because he came out of his stall at the same time.  We pretended that
nothing had gone on but I couldn't believe how handsome he was, about 27 or
28 with very black hair and brown eyes.  He was well dressed but his body
looked like it had played a lot of sports, a body that moved with ease and
confidence.  As he was leaving the restroom he turned and looked at me and
said.  "Sorry it didn't' work out.  Maybe next time."  I opened my mouth
but nothing seemed to come out.  I wanted him to wrap those arms around me
and to kiss me with those lips, he seemed to be so...strong.  I was also
pretty sure that I had seen that face and heard that voice somewhere.  His
voice sent chills through me, it echoed in my mind.

I went to see a friend of mine who had an office across from the Board of
Trade building and we had lunch in the fantastic restaurant on the ground
floor.  After lunch I went up to his office and spent another half an hour
with him and then left.  When I left his office I had only gone about
twenty feet down the corridor when a guy came barreling out of an office
and literally knocked me on my ass.  Not only did he knock me down but I
slid about ten feet on the slick marble floor.  He had hit me so hard that
the wind had been totally knocked out of me and he came running over to me
to see if I was okay.  I couldn't catch my breath much less talk and then
when I saw that it was the guy from the restroom I got really embarrassed
and kind of ducked my head rather than meet his gaze.

He was kneeling next to me with his hand on my shoulder and had a concerned
look on his face.

"Man I'm so sorry!  Are you okay?"  He put his hand under my arm.  "Let me
help you up."  He turned to the guy who had been behind him.  "George, you
go ahead, I'll meet you in the car."  Then to me.  Guy, are you gonna be
able to breath.  I should have been looking where I was going.  I'm really
sorry."

Finally I was able to get some air in my lungs and the nausea was passing.
"I think I'm okay."  I tried a laugh.  "You ever think of going out for the
football team?"

He seemed to realize who I was and get an idea at the same time.  "What are
you doing right now?  I mean do you have to go to work or what?"  He looked
excited and soooo sexy.

"I don't have to do anything, I'm off today."  I looked into his eyes, they
weren't just brown, there were flecks of other colors there too.  "Why do
you ask?"

He grabbed my arm and started walking me to the elevator.  "Cause I believe
in fate.  Something tells me that we were suppose to meet again today.
That somehow we're suppose to get to know each other."  He stopped and
looked at me.  "If you're afraid you don't have to come with me...but
I wish you would."  He smiled.  "I don't bite.  At least not at
inappropriate times."  He had grip on my arm and moved me along with him
and it felt good.

"How do I know you?"  I asked.  "I mean apart from earlier.  You look so
familiar."

"You must watch the financial news."

"Yeah I do, I work for a bank"

"Yeah there ya go I report for the stock market channel."

"Oh yeah!  You're the guy that does the Board of Trade report."

"That doesn't freak you does it.  I mean sometimes that makes people feel
weird."  We were riding down in the elevator

"No it doesn't make me feel weird.  It's just that you don't really expect
to meet people you see on television is all."  I did all of a sudden feel
weird.  "Well you're so handsome too.  I guess that seems strange to meet
someone so handsome who's on tv."

He looked at me seriously.  "You think that I'm handsome?"

I was a little surprised at the way he said that.  "Yeah I do.  I mean
don't you hear that all the time?"

"Yeah I do hear it but I guess I never really took it seriously before."
He smiled at me.  I guess I never cared if they thought I was handsome or
not...before now."  He reached over and touched my face.  "I have to
do my report in a couple of minutes.  Will you come with me and then maybe
we can get some dinner?

We met George in the parking lot and got a bunch of equipment out of the
car and then walked over to the Board of Trade.  Joel put me in a little
room and told me I could watch the report on the monitor there or step
outside the room and see it live.  Then he leaned in very close to my face
maybe only an inch away maybe not even that.  "You're not going to run away
are you?"  It was somewhere between a kiss and a whisper.  I was so hard.

"No, I'll be here.  You're not going to kiss me are you?"

"Maybe.  Would that be bad?

"No, it's just that there's this weird thing about me and kissing,
especially in a kind of public place."  I could feel his breath on my face.
He looked at me quizzically.  "Well it's just that sometimes it can make me
cum."  I hurried on.  "It doesn't happen in private.  Well I really don't
have much experience but I don't think it does.  Does that weird you out?"

"You mean you can cum just from me kissing you?"

"Yeah, that's about it.  I mean if I wasn't attracted to you that wouldn't
happen but with you I think it probably would."  I smiled kinda lamely.

He put his hands on my shoulders and looked squarely in my eyes.  "Let me
get this straight.  If someone kisses you in public you actually cum in
your pants?"

"You think I'm like a freak don't you?  It's not that I've had that much
experience, I mean I've never actually had sex with a guy and I've only
been kissed by four or five of them but yeah that's what's happened so far.
I mean it doesn't happen with like my mom or anything."

Joel put his hand on the back of my head and started drawing me in for a
kiss.

"Oh fuck!"  I whispered.  "Oh god are you sure?"  His lips were a fraction
of an inch from mine.  We were breathing the same air.

His lips were warm and dry and he slowly forced his tongue into my mouth,
it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me, for some reason,
maybe because my internal wiring is screwed up in some way, it's more
erotic than holding someone's dick or, well that's all I've really done but
it's more erotic than that.

As soon as his tongue touched mine I could feel my orgasm building.  "Oh,
oh, oh!  Oh fuck!"  I was holding on to Joel tightly with my hands on his
shoulders.  I could feel his erection pressing against me.  My body started
trembling and then I felt the first shots of my orgasm, it was so intense I
felt like I might lose my balance and I held tighter to Joel.  I pulled my
face away from his and laid my forehead on his chest while my orgasm was
finishing, my body was shaking, for a second I felt like crying but didn't.
I felt the wetness in my underwear.  I should have never let him do that.

When I looked up at Joel he was starring at me very intently his hand was
still on the back of my neck.  He started to talk and then cleared his
throat and then he spoke very softly but seriously.  "I have to go out
there and do my report."  He paused.  "I don't know how the fuck I'm going
to do it but I gotta go do it."  He ran the fingers of his other hand
through my hair.  "The thing is...well don't run away.  I mean come
with me to my apartment.  You can clean up."  He started to turn but turned
back.  "Don't be afraid.  I mean I won't try and get you to do anything you
don't want."  He smiled.  "I'm not like a bad guy or anything."

Joel grabbed a bunch of papers, some of which I was pretty sure he was
using to try and hide his hardon and went out to do his report.  I watched
him do and it was pretty screwed up, I guess if you didn't usually watch it
regularly you wouldn't know that but he was talking about GM and giving the
stock price of Microsoft, stuff like that.  Joel and the network guy were
obviously friends and the guy did a lot of covering for him and after five
painful minutes Joel came back into the room looking angry at himself.

He grabbed a raincoat off of a hook and tossed it to me.  "Better wear
that."  He was looking at my crotch and then I did too, it was really wet.
When I looked up he was smiling.  He shook his head and said.  "Fuck!"

When we got into the elevator Joel asked.  "That can't happen again right
away can it?"

"No, no at least I don't think so, I mean I've never tried."

Joel pulled me to him and holding my head in his hands kissed me deeply
until the elevator started to slow.  "That's good because I really like to
kiss a lot and if it did keep happening things could get pretty messy."

Leaving the building Joel kept his hand under my arm like he was afraid
that I might get lost or run away or something.  He took purposeful
strides, decisive strides, occasionally waving to someone he knew, nothing
about him hesitated, I was just kind of swept along with him but he would
turn from time to time and smile at me as if to say "It's okay, I'm good
guy and I'm gonna see that nothing bad happens to you."  I felt safe, safer
than I could ever remember feeling, and excited, his black wavy hair, broad
shoulders and thrilling voice keeping me at the edge.

After a short cab ride we came to his apartment building on the near north
side.  During the elevator ride up to his apartment he turned and asked me
if I liked Italian food.

"Yeah, I do.  You mean like spaghetti and stuff?

He smiled at me.  "Yeah, stuff like that."  Then he said.  "Stephen?

"Yes."  I said.

"You're pretty fucking cute yourself."  He smiled.

I knew that I was blushing and I felt like a total idiot.  I stared at my
shoes.  "Thanks Joel."  I mean I knew that I wasn't like the Hunch Back of
Notre Dame or anything but that complement just kinda threw me.  Finally I
glanced over at Joel, he hadn't taken his eyes off me.  He reached over and
hooked his right little finger around my index finger and we rode the rest
of the way like that.

Joel's apartment was a large one bedroom with living room, dining area,
laundry, kitchen and some sort of den area.  The decorating was a kind of a
pleasing blend of contemporary and traditional, it had a very comfortable
feeling and it felt like a guy lived there.

He took the raincoat and hung it in a closet near the front door.

Joel showed me where the bathroom was and said.  "Stephen," He smiled, "You
probably need to shower.  Just throw your jeans and shorts out here and
I'll throw it all in the wash.  I think that I may have some old sweats
that will come close to fitting you.  What size are you anyway?"

"Uh about 29 or 30 waist and about the same inseam."  I gave him a lopsided
smile.  "I'm a lot shorter than you."

"Oh wow, that won't work.  Well lemme see what I got.  Take your shower,
I'll look.

A few minutes later Joel knocked on the bathroom door and said that he was
laying a bathrobe by the door.  My hardon wouldn't go down, it was slap up
against my stomach and no amount of thinking was gonna get it to go away.
When I finished drying off and combing my hair I reached outside and
grabbed the bathrobe and slipped it on, it was white terrycloth and smelled
of Joel.  I walked into the kitchen where Joel was fixing spaghetti.  I was
trying unsuccessfully to cover my hardon and maybe even look a little kewl
but I think that I failed at both.

Joel said.  "Come here.  Just keep stirring this sauce, he put a long
wooden spoon in my hand.  I'm gonna take a quick shower too but I'll be
right back."  He looked down at where my dick was tenting the robe and
smiled.  He kissed me quickly on the mouth and said.  "We'll take care of
that after dinner."  His voice rocketed through my body setting every cell
to tingling, it was a voice that could threaten and cajole and seduce and
every time I heard it it rocked me back on my heels.  There was something
about this man that made me want to drop to my knees and lay my head in his
lap.  I was going to have to be very careful because my every instinct was
telling me to do whatever this guy wanted but that couldn't be right.
Could it?"

Joel came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of pale gray sweatpants and a
blue dress shirt that was totally open in the front.  He was an
unbelievable sight and I'm sure that I was just starring most of the time.
His cock was flopping back and forth in the sweats as he moved around the
kitchen and the light coating of black hair that covered his upper body
seemed to grow out of the top of the sweats in wave like patterns, his feet
were bare.  I couldn't think of anything I wanted more in a man than what I
was seeing.

"Ya ready to eat?

"Sure am and it smells great.  Did you make this or buy it."

"I started making this when I was in college.  My mom kinda gave me the
recipe and I've eaten like a zillion pounds of it over the years."  He
smiled that kind of half smile that said there was a lot more to come under
the right circumstances.

Then he said.  "Well you know what I do for a living, how about you?  He
paused.  "Or do you still go to school?"

I laughed.  "I can't look that young.  I work for First Continental Bank in
corporate underwriting.  That's why I knew that I had seen you somewhere or
more had heard your voice.  It's very distinctive...and sexy."  I
smiled across the table at him.

He opened his shirt wider.  "Does the hair bother you?  A lot of gay guys
like other guys to be hairless."

"No!  God I love the hair!  I'd like to run...well...maybe I'll
show you after dinner."  Then.  "After dinner...I mean...we'll be
able to go slow won't we?  I mean...it's just that I've never done this
and I guess I feel like I'm gonna make an idiot of myself or do something
you don't like."

Joel had started serving the dinner, setting out salads, bread and wine but
he stopped and knelt down next to my chair and looked up into my eyes.
"Nothing, absolutely nothing is going to happen unless you want it to."  He
looked down for a minute, then looked into my eyes.  "I wouldn't ever do
anything to hurt you."  Then he gave an embarrassed little laugh and then
more loudly.  "Like I said, I'm a good guy."

I leaned over, steadying myself with a hand on his shoulder and kissed him.
"I believe you...about everything but especially about you being a good
guy."

He got up.  "I think we better eat before things get outta hand...like I
hope they will later."  Then.  "Just kidding...no pressure."  He has the
most beautiful mouth.

We ate our dinner talking weirdly enough or maybe not so weirdly about the
stock market, we both thought it was going lower, and also talking about
the media of which Joel was of course a part and for which generally he had
admiration.  I guess that I had gotten confused in the cab coming over to
Joel's apartment because I hadn't realized that my apartment was only about
five blocks away and consequently we were also able to discuss the
neighborhood.

Finally dinner was done.  Joel poured us a couple of cups of coffee and
suggested we take them into the living room were he set them on the coffee
table.  He looked back at me.

"Still got your hardon?"

"It comes and goes.  No pun intended."

Joel sat on the sofa kinda slouched down his legs spread a bit.  "Why don't
you come here."  He held out his hand.  I took it and he pulled me slowly
to his lap.  It was awkward for a moment but I finally decided it would be
easiest to straddle his lap facing him.  Once I settled in I realized that
the robe was more of a hindrance than a help and I just let it drop off of
me.  My knees were against his hips and my butt was basically over his
cock.  Honest to god I hadn't planned that!

Joel ran his hands up my thighs and then let them rest on my butt.  "Holy
Christ you're beautiful!"  I could feel his hardon under my butt and the
heat from his body.

"Yeah right!  That's my line!"

"You are!  Man how don't you see that?"  He ran his hands up my back and
touched his forehead to my chest.  "Shit your dick is totally up against
your stomach, you're fucking hard as a rock."  He pulled the head of my
dick away from my stomach with his index finger and let it slap back.  I
almost came.

"My dick is hard as a rock because I'm sitting naked on the lap of the
handsomest man on the planet, who's cock is pulsing under my ass."  I
rocked around on it.  He threw his head back against the sofa.

"Okay, tell me about this kissing thing.  Like if I kiss you now will you
cum?

"I really don't know.  I don't think so but it gets complicated.  Like if
you were jerking me off and then really kissed me I'd probably cum but if I
had just cum then probably not.  It's a combination of things."  I put my
hands on his shoulders.  "Like back at the Board of Trade it was a public
place and I guess that turns me on somehow although it doesn't feel like it
would.  But anyway the combination of being horny to begin with, then being
in a public place and most important of all is the fact that you really
turn me on.  Well that all just came together."

"And you've never had sex with a guy?

"Not unless you count kissing.  Oh and I held a guys dick once but not for
long and nothing more happened."  I turned so that I was sitting on Joel's
lap with my back against his chest.  I took his arms and wrapped them
around me.  "Is this okay?  Tell me if I'm too heavy."  My head was laying
next to his and just a bit below it.

"Oh fuck!"  Joel buried his face in my neck.  "God you feel good."  Joel
lifted me up and said.  "Stephen let's go into the bedroom.  Is that okay,
I mean are you ready for that?"

"Yeah, with you, yes."

Joel took my hand and we walked into the bedroom, he pulled me down on top
of him and kissed me.  "I guess that I have to be careful about that, I
wouldn't want things to end too soon."  His voice was a lush whisper, a
throaty promise of things to come.

I buried my tongue in his mouth and ran my fingers through his hair all the
while laying on top of him, our hardon's pressed against each other.  I
could feel his muscles working underneath his shirt, flexing, extending,
holding, a powerful body formed by football and tennis but held under
control by a gentle man.

I pulled my mouth off of his.  "I'm getting close.  We better do something
else."

Joel rolled me onto my side so that we were laying next to each other.  He
propped his head up on his hand.  "Tell me your fantasies."  His hand
caressed my shoulder.  "When you think about having gay sex what is it that
gets you off."

"Well," I ran the tips of my fingers through the hair on his chest, "I
guess what I really want is to be fucked but at the same time I'm afraid
that it would really hurt.  "God I love this hair!"

Joel leaned in and kissed me lightly on my lips.  "It doesn't have to
hurt."  His expression changed.  "Before we talk about this more I gotta
tell you that that's what I've wanted to do since I first saw you.  I mean
my motives here may be a little ulterior."

"You wanna fuck me?"  I put my hand on my dick.

"More than about anything."  He stroked my hair.  "I think that if we took
our time we could do it without pain.  The last thing that I want to do is
hurt you."

"Is it okay if I lay my head on your chest?"  I laughed.  "That hair is
driving me nuts."

Joel pulled my head onto his chest.  "You don't have to ask, my chest is
yours whenever you want it."

"How would we start?"  Joel's hand was on the side of my face.

"Have you ever seen any of this stuff in porn videos?  I mean like rimming
and stuff like that."

"Yeah sure."

"Well that's the way.  First I would rim you until your sphincter muscles
relaxed and then, using a lot of lube we would slowly stretch you so that
you could handle my cock."  He paused and then laughed.  "You do want it to
be my cock don't you?"

I lifted my head off his chest and looked at him and smiled.  "Oh yeah.  I
want you to be in me.  I want to feel you inside of me."  I smiled at him.
"I want you to kiss me hard while you fuck me, that should be something."
I smiled and laid my head back down on his chest.

Joel put his hand on my back and gently rolled me off of him and onto my
back.  "Okay, now if I do something you don't like or don't feel
comfortable with just tell me and I'll stop."  He smiled at me.  "You won't
hurt my feelings...at least not that way."  He was lightly rubbing my
abdomen and running the tips of his fingers through my pubic hair.  "In a
second I'm going to start lightly sucking your cock.  Then I'll start
playing with your balls and eventually your butt.  You okay with that?"

"Uh huh, only my cock has been hard for so long it might not take much."

"That's okay I'll watch for the signs that you might be about to cum and
I'll back off and it's not the end of the world if you cum.  That's what's
suppose to happen...at least eventually."

He put the head of my dick in his mouth but just pretty much held it there
while he kneaded my balls.  It felt fantastic.  Slowly he lowered his mouth
on my dick until he had all of it in his mouth.  I was starting to thrust
my hips but he stopped me.  He was running his tongue down my cock to my
balls and slowly taking each one in his mouth.

"Is it okay if I hold your dick?"

"Yeah, you can do anything there you want.  I won't cum until I'm ready."

His cock felt so heavy and his balls were huge.  I couldn't believe he
would even care about my body when his looked like this, I held his balls
in my hand but started thinking about them slapping against my butt like I
had seen in a video and I had to force the thought out of my mind.  God I
wanted this man!  I felt his tongue starting to move lower past my balls
onto my perineum and I thought I'd go crazy.

"I'm going to reposition you now just to make all this more accessible."
He lifted my legs and slowly bent them back towards my chest.  It didn't
hurt but it sure made me feel exposed.  He was kneeling between my legs and
started licking my perineum and moving my ass up and down as he needed to.
He was getting closer and closer to my asshole but then he stopped and
started kissing and lightly biting my ass cheeks.  Even though I had never
experienced this stuff I had seen so many gay porn videos it all seemed
kinda familiar and didn't weird me out like I thought it might and Joel was
so gentle and so in control that he mad me feel very secure.

He was licking around my asshole now, making wide swings with his tongue
but not yet zeroing in on it.

Joel looked down at me.  "You doin okay?"

"Uh huh."  I was holding on to the end of his dick and it felt heavy and
very hard in my hand, which just barely made it around it.  I knew from
those videos that a cock that size could go into my asshole but at the
moment I didn't want to think about how painful that might be.

The Joel started lightly brushing his tongue across my asshole and I
shouted.  "Oh, oh, oh!"  I wanted to thrust but I had no leverage to do
anything.

"I guess you like that?"

"Oh fucking yes.  God that's unbelievable!"

Soon he was concentrating completely on my asshole licking it and sucking
lightly on it.  Then I felt a cool liquid being poured onto my asshole.

"That lube?"

"Yep.  You okay with that?"

"Oh yeah!"

I felt the tip of Joel's finger making short little movements into my
asshole but his finger was so lubed that there was no pain at all.  In fact
it felt wonderful.

"More Joel, you can do more."

"You sure."

"Fuck yes!"  I could feel the precum he was beginning to produce and
started smearing it around the head of his cock.

"Mmmm.  That feels nice."

"You make a lot of precum.  I love it."  Then his finger went in deeper.
"Oh fuck that feels good!"  I pulled my legs down closer to my chest.

"That finger feels okay?

"God yes!"

"Okay, goin for two."  I felt more lube on my ass and then added pressure
as the second finger was added.  There was a second or two of pain but Joel
was being so gentle that it was barely noticeable.  I was trying to push my
ass back against his fingers but really couldn't.  I could feel both
fingers moving easily in and out of my butt.  I had gone past wanting his
dick in my ass to the point where I needed it there.  I wanted to be his.

"Joel!  Please man!  Fuck me!

He looked down at me.  "Are you sure?"

"Joel please I need you in me."

He reached over and grabbed a condom and tearing it open with his teeth he
then rolled it down his cock.  "Okay now if you need me to stop or slow
down just say so."  He poured a lot of lube on and in my ass and slowly
lowered my butt till it was aligned with his dick. I felt the head of his
dick pressed lightly against my asshole but he seemed to be making no
effort to push it in.  I started pushing my ass toward his cock as best I
could and could feel his cock beginning to work its way passed my sphincter
muscle.  I wasn't painless but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle and
then I realized that he was allowing me to take his cock at my own pace.  I
kept pushing against it and backing off and knowing that I had total
control made it a lot easier to take more and more of his cock.  I must
have had about three inches of it in me when Joel lifted my legs again and
pressed them back against my chest while never taking his dick out of my
ass.  Then he started making little rocking motions forcing more and more
of his huge cock into me.

Then I felt the beginnings of an orgasm and it made me want his cock in me
even more.  The closer the orgasm came the more of his dick I forced into
my ass.  Joel told me later that I just kept saying "fuck me, fuck me."
The cum shot out of my dick in a high arc that hit both of us then the rest
of the shots landed on my chest.

Joel was making short very fast thrusts into my ass and shortly after I
came he did too yelling.  "Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!"  I could feel his
balls hitting my ass.

He collapsed onto me but carried most of his weight with his elbows and
knees.  There was a light sheen of sweat on his body and his cock was still
in my ass.  He finally lifted his head and kissed me.  He was holding my
head in his hands and his tongue probed deeply.

"That was wonderful."  He said gently.

"That was the best thing that ever happened to me.  The way that you felt
in me...it was amazing.  I felt...well...I felt like I belonged
to you.  It was so fucking intense.

He was stroking my hair.  "We need to take a shower."  He said softly.

I laughed.  "Your scent is all over me."  I looked at him and then looked
away.  "You smell so good...so masculine."

He pulled me up and led me to the shower.  We cleaned each other, soaping
and rubbing and exploring.  Joel was about six inches taller than I was and
if I laid back against him his chin was almost to the top of my head, well
not quite.  After our shower Joel dried me off and then led me back to the
bedroom.

"Do you work tomorrow?

"No, the bank is open but not our department."

"Why don't you spend the night?  Tomorrow's the weekend, maybe we could do
something."

I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his chest.  "I'd like
that."

He pulled me back into bed and kissed me.  He held my face in his hands and
stared into my eyes for quite a while.  Then he kissed me again.

"Joel?"

"Hmm."

"I need your chest again."  He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around
me.  I fell asleep at once.

The End


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