Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2001 18:52:21 EDT
From: Fratbi1292@aol.com
Subject: Internet Connection #3

Well, as some of you have guessed, my big plan was to go and meet John in
person.  All that cash I told you about in part one?  Well, I'm a cheap ass
bastard.  I still had most of it.  I requested some vacation time and
started planning my trip.  That sounds a lot easier than it actually was.
The flight was easy; but hotel, car, etc.what the hell I was going to do
once I got there were all issues I had to work out.

Usually I am not this impulsive.  In fact, I'm pretty predictable.  That
might be the reason that I was so excited about doing this.  I had never
done anything even remotely like this before.  It was a week later when I
was finally ready to go.  Yeah, there were some major issues to work out.
I knew his name and work number.  But I had no idea where he worked (I knew
company, but nothing else), or lived or went grocery shopping.  But the
idea of tracking him down made me feel a little like Sherlock Holmes.  It
was like a scavenger hunt with a great prize at the end.  You internet
junkies probably could have found him in 10 minutes.  But beyond a people
search on Yahoo, I had no idea where to start.

So, I did it the old fashion way.  I called his work number, when he didn't
answer I pressed zero and went to the receptionist.  Then I just played
dumb (yeah, sometimes it's a little too easy to for me to do that.)

"I'm trying to have something delivered to John Walsh.  Can I get your
street address of your location there?"

See, it's that easy.  Working in sales does help in these sneaky
activities.  You get a lot of practice at it.  She gave me his work address
and I was ready to go.  I left Oregon on a Friday morning.  I had to track
him down that day so that I could spend the weekend figuring out a game
plan.  Yeah, I pretty much didn't have a clue how I was going to do this.
But I was far enough along I didn't want to back out.

I got to Atlanta in the early afternoon.  Picked up the rental car and
headed to the address the receptionist had given me.  I got to his office
building at about 3:00 in the afternoon.  I then spent the next hour or so
wondering the halls of his building.  I kept thinking that I might actually
walk by him in the hall.  I knew somewhat how he looked, (he looks like a
famous actor by the way) and on what floor of the building.  How many guys
could there be?  I was hoping he would head for the bathroom or something,
but no such luck.  Lets just say it was a pretty big building, so I ended
up following quite a few guys into the bathroom.  In fact, I was starting
to creep people out by hanging around outside the bathroom.  It wasn't like
I was cruising, (ok, some were pretty hot) but people were kind of
bothered.

At about 4:00 I headed back out to the parking lot and started walking
around looking for his car.  Needless to say I didn't think it would be
that hard to find his bright orange Yugo.  But John works from home some
times, so I was really starting to panic when I didn't find it in the first
couple of minutes.  I hadn't even counted on the fact that he works form
home.  That really would have screwed up my plan.  I finally found it and
moved my car where he would be easy for me to follow him out of the lot.
Then got out and went over by the main entrance to wait for him.

At about 6:00 PM, I finally saw him walk out.  Yeah, he's a pretty
good-looking guy.  I mean, he's no Ben Affleck or anything.  I'm standing
right outside the main doors, so he has to walk by me as he leaves.  As he
goes by he looks over and checks me out.slows.smiles.and then keeps
walking.  He's wearing a pair of tan dress slacks and a light blue dress
shirt.  Very nice.  He gets to his Yugo and jumps in and drives away.

Shit!  I was so caught up in watching him that I forgot that I was supposed
to be following him.  I ran over to my rental, jumped in and drove out of
the parking lot.  It's much harder to follow someone than they make it look
on TV.  But I kept up with him.  We drove through town for about 15
minutes, with me a couple car lengths behind him.  I kept thinking that he
was going to see me, but I guess I never look around when I'm driving.  So
I shouldn't be surprised that he didn't either.  He pulled into an
apartment complex and parked his car.  Got out and went into his apartment.

I sat outside his apartment building for a couple hours waiting to see if
he left.  I was surprised.  He was spending a Friday night home alone.  I
really wished I had gotten there earlier.  This would have been the perfect
time to put my plan into action.  But I wasn't ready.  I was starting to
come up with a plan however that I thought would be entertaining to both of
us.as well as you.

I left his house at about 10:00 and headed to an area where I knew there
were a couple of gay bars.  No, I wasn't out looking to hook up.  (Although
I was horny as hell.)  Rather, I needed a gay pilot.

You heard me.  I needed a gay pilot.  See, that was a major piece of my
plan.  I started talking to bartenders asking if they knew of anyone that
might be able to help.  After the third or fourth one, I finally found one.
(It was weird how none of them asked what I needed one for?)  He knew a
guy, who knew a guy.yada yada.  Anyway, he promised that he would have the
guy give me a call.  Within 30 minutes, I got a call on my cell from a guy
named Tony.  We agreed to meet the next day and go over what I was looking
to do.  I went back to the hotel and crashed.  It had been a long day
playing detective boy.

I met Tony the next day and explained my plan.  Tony thought it was a great
idea, and actually wanted to join in.  I didn't think that was real safe,
so told him we'd have to pass this time.  Notice how I haven't told you the
plan?  No special reason, I just likes being a tease.  Basically, I wanted
to set up an experience that would be fun for both of us.  And I could
finally have a guy fuck me up the ass.  Tony and I agreed that Monday would
be the perfect day.

I spent part of Sunday killing time in Atlanta.  Not a whole lot to do on a
Sunday, but it was all right.  I also spent some time staking out John's
house, making sure nothing came up that might spoil my plan.

Monday morning, bright and early I was at a costume store picking up cops
uniform.  I had everything ready.  Tony was waiting; and all I needed to do
was get John.  Oh, the fun part.  Yeah, it's not real easy to get someone
to go off with you, when they don't have a clue who you are.

I went to his office and started talking to the receptionist.  She was a
real nice girl. I told her what was going on, and she was totally into it.
Ok.actually I told her the lie I had made up and she believed it.
Basically, I told her that I was kidnapping John for a fund- raiser.  I
don't know if they do this all over, but out here one of the local
charities will `arrest' a group of people.  The people arrested then have
to sit in jail and start calling their friends to get them to cough up
`bail'.  Which is basically a donation to whatever charity is putting the
whole thing on.  It's actually pretty funny.  When we did it here, we had
quite a few people that were paying us to keep a person `in' jail.

But anyway, she bought it.  She took me back to John's office and told him
I was there for him.  He was friendly, but I could tell he was not real
sure about what was going on.  I explained that he was being arrested and
that until he came up with $1000 for the American Lung Assoc, that he was
going to stay he was going to stay in jail.  Now, I could tell he wasn't
excited about the idea.  But by this time the receptionist had told quite a
few people.  They were all standing around egging him on.  He looked at me
and just said, "Ok, lets go."

I pulled out the handcuffs and smiled.  He rolled his eyes and turned
around and let me handcuff him.  We then walked out of the office and out
into the parking lot.  When we got out there I explained that I actually
had to blindfold him because of the secret location of his `prison'.  Ok, I
just made that up.  But I didn't want him to know yet that we were heading
to the airport.  I got him blindfolded and into the car without him hitting
and getting knocked out.  Which I thought was a major victory.

We headed out to the airport and the whole time we're driving, I'm checking
him out.  Damn he is fine.  I really wanted to reach out and grope him, but
I have to stick to my plan.  After about 20-25 minutes, we reach our
destination.  I part and run around the car and help John out.  We walk
across what I am sure he thought was a parking lot.up some stairs and down
a hall.  Again I did this all without him ending up in the hospital.  All
those years of hazing had made me into a damn fine Seeing Eye dog.  We
climb into a plane, and then walk down the aisle.  I have no idea where he
thought we were, but he didn't seem to react.  I stopped and turned him
around and get him to sit down.

At this point I can tell he's a little nervous; but he's also excited.
He's already pitching a tent.  I chuckle knowing what a horny fucker he can
be.  This is the tense part.  I have to do this quickly before he starts to
fight.  I undo the handcuffs and get him to put his arms on the seat rests.
I grab two pieces of rope and loop them loosely around each of his arms.
Then pull then tight at the same time.

"What the fuck is going on?"

I don't answer him yet, because I'm still trying to tie the knots (hey, I
wasn't no Boy scout).  I finally get him tied down.  Then step back to take
a breath.

He was straining against the knots, trying to get free.

"John, relax.  I'm not going to hurt you."

"Who are you?  What the hell is going on?  What kind of charity is this?"

"Well" I said, "I'm not actually with a charity."

 "Holy shit..then who are you?"

At this point John was freaking out.  Straining against the ties; thrashing
around.  I was really getting nervous; because I wanted him to enjoy this
and this was the moment of truth.  I wanted him to have an excuse; that I
forced him into this.but I also really wanted him to want and enjoy it.

"John, it's going to be ok.  I'm not going to hurt you.  Its me, Ryan."

John suddenly got still...still breathing hard; he looked up like he was
staring at me.  Of course, he was still blindfolded, but he was looking
directly at me.  I could almost feel his eyes on me.  As the realization
dawned on him, I could see that he was starting to relax some.

"Holy shit."

"Surprise."

"Take the blindfold off."

I wanted to; but it would ruin the next part of the surprise.  So I said
no.

"John, I really want you to enjoy this.but you have to trust me.  I have a
great time planned for you.and I know that you're going to love it."

John sat there for two or three minutes thinking about it, but finally he
simply nodded.which is all the agreement I needed.

I then leaned over and gently kissed him on the lips.  He gasped.  That's
the great thing about the blindfold, was that he really had no idea what I
was going to do next.  After kissing him for a minute or two, he started
kissing me back.  Our tongues gradually starting exploring each other's
mouth for a minute or two, as we both started to get really into the kiss.
I finally broke the kiss and started kissing my way over to his right ear.
I knew that working on his ears turned him on.  Frankly, I loved doing it.
I had his ear in my mouth and was exploring it with my tongue.  I would
gently bite down on it, taking the whole earlobe into my mouth.  I worked
my way down to his neck and started biting and sucking on his neck.  I
thought about giving him a hickey..but being the great guy I am.I didn't.

I moved in closer and was soon straddling him in his seat.  As I moved back
to his mouth, I started unbuttoning his shirt.  I had the top three or four
buttons undone and when I reached in and started playing with his nipples.
I sucked his tongue into my mouth and playfully bite down on it.  We had
talked enough that I knew a couple of his hot buttons were his ears, his
neck, and his tits.  He also liked it when someone else was leading the
action.  Well, that was perfect.  I'm usually the one doing that anyway.  I
started to work all three areas, while I was grinding our groins together.
I had my hands on both tits, and I was moving between his next and his ears
with my mouth.  I could feel his cock rubbing up against me and I decided
it was time to un-leash the monster.

I stood up and unbuttoned his pants.  Leaned down and took off his shoes.
He lifted up his butt and I pulled off his pants.  Grey Polo boxer briefs.
Ohhhhh..god, he looked good.  Now he was just wearing white sock, gray
underwear and a blue button down shirt half unbuttoned.  It was actually
very sexy.  Oh, and a blindfold.

I reached down and began to grope his dick through his underwear.  He was
rock hard and I could tell he hadn't lied about being 7.5 inches.  I also
knew that he was getting pretty hot and slightly close to cuming, so I
backed off.  I kicked off my shoes.and dropped my own pants.  Once again I
straddled him and started grinding into him.

I leaned in whispered in his ear and said, "John, I want you to fuck me."

"Oh god yes."

I laughed as I climbed back off of him.  I slide his underwear off and
kneeled on the ground before him and started sucking his dick.  This was
going to be my first time getting fucked and I wanted him as hard and as
lubed as possible.  I licked down the length of his cock and sucked one of
his balls into my mouth.  Then both.  I dropped them out and licked my way
back up to the tip.  Swirling my tongue around the tip, licking off the
pre-cum that had started to oozz out.

I leaned over and grabbed my cell phone and made a call.  I could tell John
was excited.he had told me that he liked being tied up.had a thing about
being controlled, so I was really working on his hot buttons.

"Ok, let's go."  I said into the phone.

"Where we going?"  John looked at me.

"Patience, my boy"

He shook his head and smiled.  "Yeah, you're in serious need of help."

I could tell he was getting into this as well.  Or at least that's what I
was telling myself.  He certainly wasn't protesting, so that was agreement
enough for me.  Granted, that probably wouldn't hold up in court.  But at
that time I wasn't really thinking clearly.

I pulled the rest of my clothes off.  Then got him out of his dress shirt,
so he was just in his socks.  I then grabbed some lube out of my bag and
coated his cock in it.  I didn't warm it up, so when it first hit him a
shiver went down his back.  God I was nervous.  How in the hell was that
going to get that into my ass?  But I'd come this far and I wasn't going to
back down now.  As I climbed back on top of John, you could hear an engine
fire up.  John looked to both sides; but still was blindfolded.

"What the hell is that?"

I had to move him around in the seat some, got into position.  I was trying
to time this just right to make the experience as intense as possible.  But
right then John figured out the location when we started to move and he was
totally focusing on that.  It only took him a few seconds, but he quickly
figured it out.

"Jesus, are we in a plane?"

Normally you wouldn't think this was an issue.  But John had told me that
his biggest fear was flying.  He has only been on a plane once.  At this
point he was not even interested in sex.  He had been sweating from
excitement before, but now he was a total wreck.  He was breathing so hard
I thought he was going to hyperventilate.  I was really working hard though
to keep his dick hard.  I was holding on to his shoulder with one hand and
stroking his dick with the other.

The plane started to move and he kept looking around trying to figure out
what was going on.  He finally looked at me and asked what I thought was a
pretty good question.

"What in the hell are we doing?"

"Just taking a little trip.  Relax and enjoy it."

Well, it didn't relax him, but as we started to taxi down the runway, I
continued to work on his cock.  We started picking up speed and he was back
at full mast.  As the front wheels came off the ground, I lined up his cock
with my ass.  As the back wheels left the ground, I slide down onto his
dick.  John moaned and leaned into me.  I got about an inch of him inside
of me, before I had to stop.  I knew this was going to be tough, but the
fact that I didn't work to loosen myself up ahead of time was not helping
the issue.  It hurt like hell and he only had an inch in me.

After a minute, I had relaxed enough that I could take a little more.  The
whole time we're leaning against each other with our bodies against each
other.  We weren't kissing, basically just breathing into each other, as I
concentrated on relaxing and he concentrated on no cuming.  I could feel
his heart beating and frankly, mine was pounding pretty hard as well.  Both
of us were facing major issues here.  Him the airplane, me the whole anal
thing.  It took at least 10 minutes.maybe more.  But I finally got it all
in.  Now if you're sitting there thinking that there was no way we could
have done this on an airplane; well your wrong.  We did, but it wasn't
easy.  I was cramping up like hell, but I wasn't going to stop.

I sat there for a couple minutes not really moving.  Number one because it
still hurt like hell.  Number two; it was an intense feeling being
connected in such a way.  I started to pull up until only his tip was still
in me.  Then slide back down.  Nice and slow.

"God, you have a tight ass."

"Shut the hell up and fuck me."

He chuckled, moved his arms as much as he could and grabbed onto my waist
and started helping me glide up and down on his dick.  We started working
faster.I knew that the moment was pretty intense for him.  I'd like to say
it was all me; but I'm sure confronting his greatest fear had his emotions
bubbling all over the place.  That and he's a pretty horny guy, so it could
have been guy and he would have been just as turned on.  It was very
intense for me.  I had this great looking guy with his dick up my ass for
the first time.  Yeah, it still hurt.  But I wasn't going to let a little
pain stop me.

I had been so concerned about his pleasure and the pain that I was
experiencing that it took me a little while to appreciate the pleasure that
I was getting.  But when I did, it overwhelmed me.  He was buried in me.
And I had heard about the pleasure of being fucked, but had never
experienced it.  The prostate.I had hit other guy's.but had never fully
understood what it did to you.  My dick had gone soft, but it was starting
to come back.  The first couple of times he brushed by it, I was confused
at the intense feelings that were coming over me.  Within seconds I was
hard as a rock again.  Rubbing my dick against his rock hard abs I knew I
wasn't going to last long.  I was holding on to his shoulders and riding
him like a goddamn bull.  John had told me he was a moaner; and I thought
he was overselling the point.  But Jesus.he was loud.  Yeah, I loved it.
For the next few minutes I was just riding up and down on his cock with us
both moaning and kissing each other.

I was close.  I knew he was close; so I leaned into him and kissed him
again.  I started to cum; and as soon as I did I griped down on his cock. I
have never came so hard in my life.  I thought I was going to pass out.
The first shot hit us both in the face; the 3-4 (I lost count) ended up on
his chest and stomach.  The extra pressure on his cock sent him over the
edge.  He let out a yell and rammed his dick as far up me as he could.  He
then held it there for a minute..released 3-4 shots and then gradually
eased back into his seat.  We kept fucking for another minute or
two.neither of us wanting it to stop.  Finally, we came to a stop and I sat
there on his cock just staring at him.  Cum was all over his face and he
was still breathing pretty hard.  I wasn't in love; but the sense of
connection, gratitude, and affection were overwhelming.  For the first time
I had a guy's dick up my ass.  I wanted to stay like that forever.  But
with the sex over, it became apparent that this was not a very comfortable
way to have sex.  Before I got off, I asked if he was ready to have his
blindfold off.

"Yes."  I took it off and we looked at each other for minute.  Kind of
sheepish.  You know, the `I can't believe we just did that' look.  But I
certainly had no regrets.  And he sure didn't look like he did either.  I
kissed him one last time and then stood up.  I took his condom off (yeah,
don't forget he was a big old slut in his younger days).

"Are you ready to be untied."

"Yes."

I untied him and he reached up and grabbed me by the back of the neck.  I
thought, oh shit now he's going to kick my ass.  But he just pulled me to
him and we kissed again.

"I can't believe you did this you crazy fucker."

I just laughed and said, "Yeah, well.we still have another 30 minutes or
so."

He got this cocky little smile on his face and said, "What we will we do
with all that time?"

"Well, within the next 30 minutes the `fuck of your life' title will be
mine."  Yeah, I can be cocky with the best of them.

John fucking me had been slow, easy and gentle.  It pretty much had to be
since it was so new to me.  It wasn't new to John, so me fucking him was
going to hard, fast and rough.  I grabbed him and kissed him again, but
this time it wasn't gentle and soft.  This time I wanted him to know who
was in control.  I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me as we
kissed.  I shoved my tongue into his mouth and took it over.  The good
thing was that since we both had just came I knew we would both last
awhile, and I was going to make the most of it.

We kissed for a couple minutes and then I told him to get on his knees and
suck my dick.  He went down on me and started giving me a hell of a
blowjob.  It was like a vacuum had been turned on.  I was still turned on
by the whole situation, so it didn't take long before my dick was rock hard
again.  As soon as I was, I pulled him to his feet and turned him around.

He turned away from me and bent over a little bit.  John's about 3 inches
taller than I am, so it's a little tough for me to fuck him.  I grabbed the
lube and got some on a couple of my fingers.  I ran one across his hole and
whispered in his ear.

"Beg for it bitch."

"Jesus, stick that fucking finger up my ass."

I thought about tormenting him some more, but decided it was time.  I slide
the first finger into him.  He let out an ungodly moan.  I actually laughed
it was so loud.  I worked the one finger in and out of him a couple strokes
and then added a second.  This wasn't really about me being gentle, so I
didn't spend a whole lot of time getting him ready.  I grabbed a condom and
slide it on.  Lubed up my dick and moved in behind him with my dick lined
up.  I grabbed onto both hips and pulled him closer.  I pushed the head of
my cock into him and he let out another moan.  I decided it was time to
throw some smut at him.

"Fucking like that dick up your ass, don't you?"

"Oh, god Ryan fuck me."

I kept calling him names as I continued to push my dick into him.  I soon
had the entire length in him and started picking up my pace.  I was soon
pumping so hard that I thought I was going to hurt one of us.  But he was
taking it, and actually seemed to want it more.  As I said he's a little
taller, so I forced him down on his hands and knees.  Then I could really
fuck him and not have to worry about the height issue.  I slapped his ass
and reached around and grabbed his tit.  I assume they were sensitive,
because his moaning and groaning got even louder.  Since I had just came, I
knew I had the stamina to last quite awhile.  Any time I thought I was
close I would slow the pace down and reach around and grab his dick and
start jacking him off.  I could also tell that the plane was starting to
come down.

I have no idea how long it lasted.  But I had one more position I figured
we could do while we had the time.  I pulled out and rolled him onto his
back.  I grabbed his legs and wrapped them around my waist.  He didn't have
the legs of the dancer I was with earlier, but they weren't bad.  He used
them to pull me into him and I was soon fucking him again.  I knew I wasn't
going to last long, so I started stroking his cock again.  I wanted him to
come first.  After about 30 secs, he spewed a huge load all over both of
us.  Right as he came, I flight the wheels touchdown.  He came on both on
our chests and all over his face.  I pulled out and ripped the condom off
and spewed my load all over him.

I had a hand on either side of his chest and we just sat there looking at
each other.  We were both pretty wiped out and there was cum and sweat
everywhere.  I laughed a little and pulled out.

"Bitch."

"Fuck you."

" I think you just did."

We both laughed and I leaned down and kissed him again.  I then got up and
went looking for something to clean us up with.  I found the towels I had
brought and went and started cleaning the cum off of him.  We had taxied
for a few minutes when we finally came to a stop.  I stood up and started
sorting out our clothes.  As we started getting dressed I could tell things
were already starting to change.  He hadn't said a word in the last few
minutes, but I could tell that he wasn't happy.  I wasn't really sure what
his reaction would be after what I did, but I was about to find out pretty
quickly.  The plane came to a stop and the pilot came back into the
passenger section.  He had a big shit- eating grin on his face as he opened
the door to let us off.

John went out the door first and I stopped and talked to the pilot for a
few minutes.  He said that he could hear one of us (John) moaning the
entire time.  I could tell he still had an erection, and normally I would
have helped him out with it.  But I knew that I needed to talk to John.  I
went down the ladder to follow him.  And he was already gone.

I thought about chasing after him, but realized that there wasn't a whole
lot I could do.  Either he hated me because of what happened, or he didn't.
Pretty cut and dry.  I went to the airline counter that I had flown in on
and changed my flight.  I flew home that night.

That was almost 3 weeks ago.  I've tried calling John a few times and sent
him a couple emails.  But no response.  A couple of people that have
emailed me since I started writing this have told me about comments he has
made about the story, so I know he's reading it.  I had a great time; I
know he did too.  I just hope some day he can forgive me.  Although, I
guess I'm not really asking for forgiveness..

Cause I had a fucking rad ass time!  (Yeah, I wouldn't do very well in a
confessional).  I learned a ton about myself.  I even came out to my
friends.  It' been a very productive couple months and I am so much happier
than I was just a few short months ago.  I owe a lot that to John.

Well, I hope I did justice to the story and what happened.  Appreciate all
your comments, keep them coming.and in case your wondering.  My biggest
fear is probably heights.  ?