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EXPLICIT MATERIALS  - STOP NOW.   THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT
SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN CONSENTING MALES.   ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS 
WORK OF TOTAL FICTION ARE BETWEEN THE AGES OF 21 - 28 YO.

Notice : Even though this story is written in "I" narrative, it is total fiction.  Any similarity
between any character in this story and any real person is purely coincidental.

`Ten Year Passion' with Epilogue     by     Avitar     <avitar_two@hotmail.com>

Time Line - Late 60's

The bar seemed smaller and more crude than my last visit six years ago.  During my four year stay
in this city, while in college, I had found the gay scene very exciting.  It was seldom I could not
find a suitable sex partner on the week-ends.  After college, I had moved to a much larger city and
a more active gay life.  In the six years there, I had three affairs, each lasting the magic number of
about 18 months.  Financial success and love had eluded me, I no longer believed my destiny was
there.  Due to some medical problems with my parents, only 45 miles away from this place, and
an excellent job opportunity, I decided to move back.

As I surveyed the patrons, I began to think I had made a mistake.  My memories of this place
were far better than I now felt.  Finally, I noticed a familiar face, Buddy, who had been somewhat
of a friend.

"Jay !", Buddy exclaimed as he gave me a big hug, "You visiting?"
"Not really, guess I've sort of moved back," I answered.
"Oh.....You're really not going to be ready for this place....all the hot guys keep moving
away....pickin's are pretty slim around here now....not like the old days."
"Yeah, I kinda noticed."
"Say, you're looking really great...you haven't changed hardly any...just like you were when I first
met you.....what's that been now, nine...ten years?"
"About ten,  I think," I said.

It was then, young Mr. Adonis walked through the door.  He was breath taking in beauty and
body.  He appeared to be about the mid five foot range with wavy medium length blond hair. 
Even at a distance the shape of his torso was unmistakable.  That elusive V shape - broad chest
tapering to an unbelievable small waist. Something more expected in a seductive cartoon than in
real life.   Even though he appeared to be a bit young for my taste, my eyes were riveted to him. 
His beauty radiated.

"Cute, isn't he," Buddy offered.
"Oh....oh , yeah......bit young though....how does he get in here being under eighteen?" I asked.
"I think he is actually, like,  maybe 21 or 22."
"Really????"
"Yeah,.... but he's a little strange....."
"How?" I questioned with mild interest.
"He seems to prefer older people....not really old, more like our age," he answered, "Been around
for the last couple years or so but never had a lover.  Everyone that goes out with him seems to
fall in love, he just doesn't seem to care about anything steady."
"Is this the voice of experience talking?" I asked.
"Nah, you know me, I like'um a little older."
"What's he do?"
"He's a barber....whoa, let me correct myself...he's a Men's Hair Stylist....personally, I can't
imagine paying $7.50 for a haircut, even with all that shampoo and blow dry stuff."
"That's the thing nowadays," I said. "Who's the guy he's with?"
"That's John, he owns a music store in the shopping center on Grove Road."

I instinctively didn't like John, he had that Royal Asshole look and appeared to be in his late
thirties.  I had turned towards Buddy, trying to continue a conversation over the dance music. 
Buddy's eyes were looking past me as he started to smile.  I started to turn my head as I felt the
tap on my shoulder.  As I turned, I was facing the beautiful guy.  His smile was wide, showing his
straight white teeth, his eyes danced, twinkling, his body seemed to quiver like he was about to
explode.

"Your name's Jay, Isn't It???" he almost screamed.
"Yessss," I questioningly answered.
"I'm Wallace, You Wanna Dance????" as he reached for my arm.
"Sure," as I let myself be led to the dance floor.
"You Visiting?" he asked over the music.
"I just moved back here."
"Wow, That's Great," he exclaimed.

His dancing was sexy as hell.  I couldn't help but notice the large bulge in his tight 501's.  When
he turned his wiggling ass to me, I was hooked, I knew I was going to be just like everyone else. 
I Wanted this hot number.  He was by far the hottest item I had seen in years, possible in my life. 
My lust level went through the roof. 

By the third dance, I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable.  He wasn't saying very much,
except for his eyes.  He was staring very hard as if trying to mentally communicate.  I felt a
certain cockiness emerging from him.  I was trying to control my uneasiness when John appeared,
grabbing Wallace by the arm.  I was suddenly alone as John dragged him from the dance floor. 
As I made my way back to Buddy, I could see they were having a heated discussion.  The
bartender was telling them to take it outside.

"John has a real nasty violent temper," Buddy told me as they were exiting the door.

I immediately felt a little responsible for the situation and decided to follow.  Once outside, it
wasn't difficult to find them, there was plenty of yelling and shouting.  As I approached, I saw the
backhand strike Wallace in the face, blood instantly flowed from his nose.

"Hey !! , no call for that shit," I yelled.
"Mind your own Fucking Business, Asshole," John exhorted. 
"I Am," as my right connected with his eye and nose.  We were about the same size but the power
of my swing knocked him flat on the ground. "I wouldn't advise you to get up," I added insult to
injury.  He didn't....he just began to spit out a long list of curse words.

"You want to go back inside and cleanup?" I asked.
"Nah, would you mind taking me back to my place?" he answered.
"Sure, you got a car here?"
Nope, it's at home, I rode with him."
"Mine's over here," as we turned to leave.  It was then I noticed the crowd of people that had
followed us out.  Everyone was laughing.  Wallace gave them a little wave as I closed the car
door.

I had no tissues in the car, so Wallace had pulled up his tee shirt to block his nose bleed.  As we
passed under each street light I was mesmerized by the tautness and lines of his stomach.  My
cock had become painfully hard as it was doubled in my briefs.  Finally, I had to exert great effort
to relief my cramped situation.  This seemed to amuse him, causing a painful laugh, "Nice show."

His small apartment was tastefully furnished, not quite as disheveled as I anticipated.  He quickly
removed his tee shirt, leaving me to gawk at his hairless perfect upper body.  With the application
of cold wet cloths, the bleeding stopped.  His beautiful face marred by the redness of the slap.  I
was certain there would be a bruise.  As he surveyed his condition in the mirror,  I could see the
hurt in his eyes.  My hand reached out, caressing his back.  He turned, placing his arms around
me, burying his face on my chest.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" he whispered.
"Yeah, I guess so if you promise not to rape me," I mused.
"You got nothing to worry about back there," he chuckled, "No promises about the front side
though."
"Hey, I think your face might be a little tender for that," I suggested.
"No way, I wanted to suck you as soon as I laid eyes on you...nothing can stop me now.  In fact, I
want to undress you right now," as he pushed me from the bath to the bedroom.  He insisted I
offer no help as he slowly removed my clothes.  It was like a stripper doing a slow sensual show. 
As I stood naked, he explored every part of me with adoring hands, worshiping hands.  His
attention was becoming intense, almost driven by some dark need. He had not kissed, he had not
stoked my cock, he had not entered my crevice....he asked me not to move as he removed his
jeans and shorts.  My pulse quickened as his thick seven inches bounded upwards.  His balls
nestled comfortably in his ample sack.  God, he was perfect.  His longing blue eyes were locked
with mine as he slowly sank to his knees.  Slowly his gaze shifted to my throbbing erection.

"I can't believe this is really happening," he lightly breathed as his soft lips parted. The warm
moistness engulfed my manhood in a smooth steady move.  His whole body began to tremble as
he backed away and moved to wet my eight inch length.  My hardness now invaded his mouth
again, slowing only slightly as it slipped fully into his eager throat.  He emitted a loud body sigh
turned to moan as he tightened his neck.  His hands had moved mine to his head, and then they
moved to my hips,  urging me to forcefully plunge my cock in and out.  I needed no further
urging, my dick was fully shafting him as he gasped and groaned in pleasure. I was so enamored
my climax arrived quickly.  As he felt me swell, he pulled off, grabbed my cock, furiously jacking
it in front of his open mouth.  I blasted the first heavy glob straight in.  He lunged forward taking
only my head, he suctioned hard, swallowing in huge gulps my enormous load.  Tears escaped his
eyes as he drained me.  I felt the hot searing jolts as his juice was hand pumped in long streams,
plastering it's slickness against my legs.

I pulled him to his feet, my lips sought his as I guided him towards the bed.  Our mouths were
locked in passion as we collapsed into the softness.  Our embrace was wild and aggressive as we
rolled, exploring each others bodies to the fullest.  Gradually, the passion subsided, we lay arm in
arm, enjoying the warmth and closeness.

"I just can't believe this is happening," he whispered.
"What?"
"Being in bed with you,"
"Why can't you believe it?" I asked.
"You don't remember me, do you?" he asked as he pulled away to gaze into my eyes.
"I,       I guess I'm confused.......I think I would remember if we had ever met."
"Bet your remember my brother," he offered.
"Who?" I asked as I was becoming a little perplexed by his coyness.
"Tommy Hillburn."
"Tommy from high school, ..... you're his brother ! .....oh shit, your not fat little Wally, are you?"
I exclaimed.
"Surprised ???" he answered as his face turned to a big grin.
"Holy fuck,.... now that I look closer.....you are !!!....what happened to you.... you were fat as a
butterball back then.....what were you 10 or 11?" I rattled on.
"I was 11 when you and Tommy graduated."
"Small fucking world."
"Yeah, you just don't know how small," he added, "I didn't even know you liked sex with
guys....I was totally shocked when I saw you in the bar tonight."
"Probably about as much as I am right now," I said.
"I don't think so.....I hope this doesn't freak you out or something....bet you didn't know I had a
crush on you when you were a senior, did you?" he explained.
"Crush????.....No......guess I didn't."
"Yeah....well I did....didn't really understand why I felt all gushy inside every time I saw you....if
you even noticed, you probably thought I was watching Tommy everyday at basketball practice,
but really it was you."
"Nah....I think your blowing smoke."
"Honest, I'm not.....here, I'll prove it," as he slid over to the bedside table.  He opened the
drawer, removing a magazine.  From between the pages he produced a few photographs with well
worn edges.  As I stared at them, my mind was sent into overload.  They were all of me playing
basketball at high school games.  I was almost speechless as I examined the photos that looked as
if they had been handled a thousand times.
"Where did you get these?" I questioned.
"Dummy!!   My dad owns the photography studio.....he took hundreds of pictures at school
games."    I remembered, but was still in disbelief as I realized why he had the pictures and that he
apparently looked at them often.

He continued, "You've been my favorite beat-off fantasy all these years....at least a couple of
times a week....I never thought I would ever see you again, much less make love with you....I just
can't believe you're really here ....and I Really Did Suck You !!!!!"
"I,   I don't know what to say," I explained.
"You don't have to say anything.....just let me touch you...let me make love to you...there are so
many things I want to do....so many things I have dreamed about." he gushed.

I was dumbfounded at all that was unfolding, all I could think to say was, "What happened to
your fat little body?"  Boy,  what a dumb thing to say, he didn't seem to mind.

"Yeah....you like it?  Dad put a pool in the backyard the year after Tommy left and I started
swimming a lot....my body just started changing....then I found a muscle magazine and talked dad
into some weights....the more it changed, the harder I worked.....the girls really liked me but all I
ever thought about was you....I wanted to be just like you."

"But I never had a body like yours," I protested.
"In my imagination, you did," he beamed.
"You still do all that stuff to keep it this way?" I asked.
`Nah, I swim at the Y a couple days a week and I do at least 500 sit-ups and 500 pushups
everyday," he explained. 
"Five Hundred?"
"Yeah, it's easy if you do it everyday." as he moved closer, his lips parted.  I moved to meet his
beautiful face.  Our hands renewed their exploring as our hot bodies meshed.  His tongue moved
to my ear, gently probing, his hot breathe bathed my neck.  He barely whispered, "You wanna
fuck me?..............Pleeeazzze!"

My answer was an approving moan.  He broke our embrace, retrieving a jar of petroleum jelly
from the drawer.  His body shivered in sheer anticipation as he sensually greased my hard cock. 
He added another glob to his entry.  His eyes searched mine, " Can we do it my way....the way I
think about all the time?"   I nodded, he turned and rose to all fours,  dog fashion.  His face and
shoulders lowered, his ass spread wide, balls hanging low and heavy.  His hands moved back to
spread his firm cheeks even further.  I quickly moved into position, pressing the head against his
pucker, massaging it in small circles, probing lightly to ready him.

"Do It," he pleaded.  I pushed in, feeling the head pop inside his tightness.  He emitted a loud
gasp as I slide further, stopping half way to savor the feeling.  My hands grasped his hips, I stoked
fully into his bowels.

"Oh God, it fucking hurts!" he screamed.  I froze.
"Want me to pull out,"
"No......No....just don't move yet....is it in all the way?" he rasped.
"Yeah, right up to my fucking balls!" I answered.  I felt his hand reach back, fondling my nuts as
he pulled them forward to mesh with his.  I felt him slightly push back, a low moan escaped his
lips.  He rocked forward a couple inches....slowly he pushed back.....forward...back.

"Fuck Me," he begged.  I pulled back until only the head remained.....forward I shoved fully.
"Oh yes...fuck me....fuck me....I'm yours," he hissed.

I began to steady shaft his hot tightness with smooth full stokes.  He was moaning, pulling my
balls in rhythm.  The feeling of my hard cock plowing deep into his insides was overwhelming, I
didn't last a full minute.  I slammed into him fully, he ground his opening hard against my groin as
the juices erupted with fury into his hungry guts.  My cock was tearing him apart as he bucked for
more, blast after blast invaded him.  Finally drained, we collapsed, my dick still fully embedded
into his soul. As I softened, I slowly withdrew as he grimaced in discomfort.  I moved him to his
back, lowering myself atop him.  I gently kissed away his tears of pain and happiness.

"I've never had a lover, you know.....no one ever compared to my fantasy of you." he whispered.
"Maybe I should hang around and see what happens," I offered.
"Nah man, your too fucking old........." he laughed.................... "Shit, if you think you getting
away after getting my cherry.....you gotta another think cumming........................"


Epilogue - This story was loosely based on an alleged true story as told to me by a personal friend
who was also a friend of the character Jay. Wallace and Jay survived at least five years into the
relationship before my friend lost contact with them.  I hope they are still together with all the
passion of their youth.   Avitar