Date: Tue, 1 Jun 2004 07:13:56 -0700 (PDT) From: dante umbero Subject: Famous Stranger-2 This is a story of Gay fiction. If you are offended by such, you are beneath the age of consent or it is illegal to view this sort of thing in your area, then GO AWAY...otherwise read on and enjoy. This work has a poor man's copyright, please don't post this to other sites without the authors permission. Thanks for the emails, they help keep me motivated. Dante-- Famous Stranger-2 I was an emotional wreck. The anticipation had been building so much that my employees at the gallery had noticed and asked if I was alright. I'd been in San Diego for three days getting ready for the opening. We had moved things around in the gallery to accommodate the party and with lighting alterations for the new works. As usual there were business reports to get through and financial decisions to make with my manager, but through all of that, in the back of my mind was the image of a tall lithe red head with a brilliant smile and a tight ass that I wanted desperately. I arrived at the terminal an hour early and realized I needed to calm down. I lectured myself about wasting my time with this guy, he wasn't even close to my type and I was not attracted to him, all the time hard with anticipation. I saw him walking toward me, with long lanky strides. His auburn hair glowed under the fluorescent lights and his silk shirt and tight jeans flaunted his slim elegance. He approached and then I was engulfed in his embrace, more than friendly less than passionate. "Garritt, it's good to see you again." He said with his lips near my ear. I immediately felt my crotch tighten. "It's good to see you again too. Did you have a good flight?" I asked and smiled into the beaming blue eyes. We collected his many bags, I didn't own enough clothes to fill that many bags, and made our way out to the car I'd rented. I told him I had made a reservation for him in the same hotel I was staying in and he had time to settle in before we needed to leave for the gallery. "A room of my own?" he said, "I really had...I mean...I thought...Oh hell." He finished lamely. I reached over and took his hand, "Steven, I'm flattered, but let's take it slow, ok? I want to get to know you, and if something more happens, well that will be wonderful." He blushed and smiled, "Ok Garritt, I'd like that also." We met back up in the hotel bar later and sat at a table near the windows overlooking the marina. He ordered some kind of martini and I drank a diet Pepsi, as I was driving. We laughed and talked and I found myself enjoying his irreverent remarks. We walked around the marina after our drinks and laughed some more. The entire time I was painfully aware of the way his jeans cupped his ass and the elegance of his fluid movements. "Damn," I thought. We returned to our rooms and as we were parting in the hallway I touched his cheek and lost my self in the blue of his eyes and the desire I thought I saw there, "I've enjoyed our afternoon together, Steven. I want tonight to be as much fun." I said quietly. He smiled and took my hand with his and then his lips were on mine, they were soft yet firm. Surprisingly masculine and his fragrance surrounded me and I moaned softly and then pulled back. We were in a public hallway after all. "Damn," he said and then laughed, "I really enjoyed that more Garritt." I stood and stared at the door he had just closed lost in the taste on my lips. We arrived at the gallery about an hour before the opening. Steven was dressed in a black Nehru Jacket and pants with an ultramarine blue silk shirt that complemented his eyes. I was wearing my usual dark conservative suit and jewel tone tie. He entertained himself with looking at the works while I made final preparations with the staff and the caterers. He approached me as I turned from the head waiter, "Garritt the gallery is great. You have some lovely work here." He said and touched my hand. I took his hand and said, "Thanks, Steven. Doing OK? I don't mean to abandon you." "I'm fine, go be Mr. Gallery Owner, I can take care of myself for awhile." He said and smiled. The evening rapidly progressed into a busy time for me, mingling with the clients, talking to potential collectors about the works. Every few minutes I would scan the gallery crowd and pick out Steven, he was obviously at home in a social environment. I was standing talking to a rather elderly lady about a work and our eyes met across the crowd, His dimples appeared then his neon smile and I found myself smiling back and thrilling with anticipation. I picked up a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and looked across the crowd and again our eyes met. I raised my glass in his direction and he returned my toast with his martini glass. Latter I found him deep in conversation with my manager before the Bougereau that I had hanging in the gallery as its signature piece. I stood and watched them, Maggie looking up into Steven's downturned face. The light above the painting had turned his hair into copper and the dark suit melted into the background of the painting. They made a wonderful composition in themselves. They parted and Steven turned toward me, I watched the eyes light up and the dimples start and I knew that I wanted him more than anyone I'd ever met. His expression changed and I knew he could tell what I was thinking. I saw my desire mirrored in his eyes and the slight down turn of his lips. I walked to him and touched his cheek again with my finger. He turned his head and his lips touched my finger, and then he touched it with the tip of his tongue, I'd never experienced a more erotic moment. "Are you ready to go?" I asked breathless at the feelings that were surging through me. "Yeah, I'm ready." He said and smiled. In the parking lot, on the way to the car, I was rattling about restaurant choices when he took my hand and stopped me, "Garritt, I don't want dinner...I want...you." He said and sighed. I pulled him toward me with the hand I held and putting my other hand behind his neck I kissed him, slowly and tenderly at first, but my passion was getting the best of me. My dick was pressed painfully into him and I knew he could feel it. The night traffic on the busy street purred past, a jet roared overhead, but for me in that instant time stopped and I experienced an emotion that I'd never known before. It was wrapped in a physical desire as strong as any I'd every felt but it went deeper. I knew the sex was going to be wonderful but I anticipated holding him afterward too; a thoroughly new emotion for me. At the hotel I let him into my room, and when the door closed I wrapped him up in my arms and took his lips with mine, I let my tongue graze his lips and then he opened up to me and our tongues met and wrestled. I let my hands roam over his body, his chest and back firm but not bulky, and the ass that I'd been dreaming about was firm and tight. I moaned as I squeezed a melon shaped cheek and pressed my crotch tighter into his. Clothed he had turned me on, naked he was divine. His firm chest covered in hair the color of tarnished copper and his 6 inches of hard dick wrapped in slightly redder hair. He was soft yet firm at the same time. More twink than stud but alluring in a way no one else had ever been for me. He took me into his mouth after licking his way down my hairy chest, nonplussed by my 7 inches and thick girth. He worshipped my rod and then I rolled him onto his knees and plowed his tight ass that had consumed my thoughts since we'd met. As I got close to my climax he raised up on his knees and sat backwards helping impale himself as deep as he could on my manhood. I at first caressed his cock then clasping it tightly jacked him as I pounded into my orgasm and shot a large hot load of cum into the condom. His cock shot a large load onto the sheets of the bed and we collapsed into it and cuddled tenderly against each other. "Garritt, that was great." Steven murmured into the hair on my chest. "You were great, Steven..."I whispered into the dark room. God, I thought I was in love. (Sorry this took so long to complete and it probably isn't my best....things happen guys. I'll try to write more but not anytime soon. Thanks for all the support.) Ciao Dante