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Subject: ARCHIVE:  I Dream of You
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From: lovegod@next10pg2.wam.umd.edu (Donald Andrew Agarrat)
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Subject: STORY:  I Dream Of You
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CAUTION:  Kiddies go home!  This is not for you!  If you don't, 
I'll tell your mother!

This story is not real, but God knows I wish it were.

I DREAM OF YOU


Another Thursday night and there I was standing in the stupid 
Safeway line again playing Gaydar games with the men.  It beats 
reading the rags.  I pay for my stuff and I'm out the door.

I get to my car and freeze.

Jean-Claude Van Damme rode by on a motorcycle.  No, I'm not 
lying, and if I was the story wouldn't be as interesting, right?

Anyway, I hop in my car and jet!  You know it!  I put that stick 
in fifth so fast (well, I'll leave that alone...for now).  I 
catch up and follow him to--TRACKS!?  YES!!!

We get there and of course all eyes were on him.  He was dancing 
with some guy that couldn't dance.  I took advantage of the 
situation.

Me(to J-C):  Excuse me aren't you...?
Non-dancing guy:  Fuck off.  This is mine!
Me:  Oh, I'm sorry.  It must be someone else's cherry red SL 
class being stolen. (Exeunt non-dancing guy...and the DJ plays 
"Pretty Brown Eyes")
J-C:  Hello.  I'm...
Me:  I know.  I'm Donald and I love you, but one thing...aren't 
you married to a bodybuilder?  I don't want to have to knock 
Gladys out.  I do respect females...
J-C:  Well, she does her thing, and I do mine.  Speaking of doing 
my thing...(he puts his hands on my ass and grinds me into him to 
feel his hard cock)
Me:  Oh, may I say that you do it well, but I'm a gentleman. (I 
take his head in my hands and kiss him long and deep)  I hope you 
like gentlemen.
J-C:  Tell me, have you done this before?
Me:  Of course, the more for your enjoyment.  Let's just say that 
I've fucked enough to know things and I'm green enough not to now 
certain things and I'm smart enough to know what to tell you...
J-C:  Perfect.  Let's go.
Me:  Not yet!  Let's stay a little bit longer.  The DJ gets 
really good after 2.  Please?
J-C:  Anything for you.
Me (getting on the dance floor):  I'll remember that...

I dance with some really cute guys for a couple of hours, and J-C 
gives me that you-know-I'm-jealous-as-shit-but-will-try-to-be-
patient look.  I've returned to the table and we had cherry 
brandys.

Me:  Did you like what you saw?
J-C:  How could I help but to?  You have a very hot body and it 
looks even hotter (which sounds like -otteur-) when you dance, 
and you can dance.
Me:  Wonderful.  (Kiss him on the forehead)  Let's go.

We get on his motorcycle and I wrap my arms around him.  He makes 
me feel so secure and protected, we could just ride all night.  I 
didn't care.  I thought "Now THIS is a man!!!"  I wish I could 
feel like this forever...

We arrive at the Grand Hyatt and the valet parks J-C's moto.  We 
get in the elevator and hold hands.  He has such strong hands, of 
course.  I try not to, but I can't help but fall in love.  I look 
in his eyes and I see a lost little boy looking at the person who 
will set him free.  The doors open and the paparazzi pour in...

Six hours later and a bit bumped and bruised, we get to Paris.  
The daylight cracks the sky open like a raw egg.  It makes the 
world feel so warm.  J-C sleeps all the way to Marseilles.  It's 
about 10:00 so I order brunch.  I rub the stubble on his face to 
wake him up.

Me:  Levez-vous, mon amour.  Nous sommes presque a Marseilles.
J-C:  Vous avez un accent tres formidable.  I didn't know the 
American schools were so good.
Me:  They're not.  You know this is my first time out of les 
Etats-Unis?
J-C:  Gee, I'm sorry.  To bring you into this mess.  You must be 
kind of scared right now.
Me:  Pourquoi?  J'ai le Kickboxer, le Lionheart!  What should I 
be afraid for?  I'm in good hands.  I'm just sorry we didn't get 
to make love last night.
J-C:  I know that's what you wanted...
Me:  Well, if I can't have your love, I'll definitely get some-
thing.  Because we both know that I can't have you if you're 
married.  I don't go for that playing-the chick-on-the side shit 
while Gladys gets what I want the most...Your love.  
J-C:  And I can not change your mind?
Me:  You can try...

The train gets to Marseilles and we get whisked from the train to 
a small villa in the Cote d'Azur.  

Me:  After we get undressed, let's go out on the patio.
J-C:  Sounds a bit risque, don't you think?  Anyway, come to me.  
We haven't held each other since we've been in France.  Don't you 
want me?
Me:  You know I want you, but you are married.  Even though it 
means more to me than it does to you...
J-C (forcefully):  Now hold it.  You don't know shit about my 
marriage.  It is none of your concern.  I think you should mind 
your own fucking business and..
Me (heading for the door):  Alright!  Fuck you!  I'm going back 
home.
J-C:  You'll never get out of France!
Me:  Oh yeah?  I'm getting the fuck out of here!!!!
J-C:  Oh no you're not...

He stops me from leaving by blocking the door.  He puts me in a 
bear-hug and holds me tight enough so that I can't move.  I 
struggle, but this is Jean-Claude Van Damme, and I am no match.  
One of my hands are free, so I punch him dead in the mouth.

Me:  You bastard!  You're hurting me.  Let me go! (another punch)
J-C (shaking his head):  Just listen to me, Donald!!  I'm sorry!!
Me:  No, I can't let this happen. (tears flow)  You are a bastard 
and I could never love you!
J-C:  Oh yeah?  (he grabs my head and kisses me)  Forgive me?  
I'm sorry, baby.
Me:  (an unconvincing) No...  You fucking bastard.  No.  I 
can't ...

He takes me over and I let go.  My mind says no, but everything 
else whispers a resounding yes.  He picks me up and takes me to 
the bedroom.  The sheets flow around our bodies as we lay in 
waiting bed.  

Me:  Make sure you tell me that you love me.  Even if you don't 
mean it...
J-C:  My love...

I take time to unbutton each button oh so lovingly.  His chest 
looks as good as the movies.  He quickly removes his jeans.

Me:  I'm not going to rush.  I'm going to savor every minute of 
this...Now undress me, but leave the Timberlands on.

He holds me to him as if he is afraid of losing me.  He should 
be...He kisses me so tenderly as if takes my Gianni Versace shirt 
off.  Then the Soviets come off.  

Me:  Wait a minute.

I clap my hands and the lights turn an erotic blue.  The air is 
suddenly scented with cinnamon and vanilla.  I take J-C's hands 
and put them behind his head.  "Relax" is all I say.  I take the 
jasmine oil and rub it all over his chest, on his stomach, be-
tween his thighs, and around his meaty cock that juts out from a 
jungle of wispy brown hair.  I work on his nipples.

J-C:  Oh baby...  That's it...
Me:  Let's have a toast.  To me and you...

I take the bottle of fruit wine and drink.  Then I kiss J-C, 
pouring the sweet liquid to his mouth.  I kiss his nipples, each 
one, I kiss his stomach so lightly all the way until I got to the 
treasure.  I take the glistening head in my hand and lick the 
circumference.  J-C meows like a tiger, trapped.  I hold his 
balls tight to control the scene.  I envelop his cock with my 
mouth and inch at a time until I reach the base.  When I get 
there, I pause to smell his scent mixed with the passionate 
jasmine.

J-C:  Mmmmmmmmmm.  Oh God, he sucking me!!!  It feels so 
good...Ohhhh!

I take a moment and just jack him off.  I put some more jasmine 
in my hand and apply it to his asshole.  I go down again and I 
push a finger into the hot, puckered hole.  He tenses at first, 
but then he continues the ride, looking as if he is REALLY enjoy-
ing himself...

J-C:  Oh yeah, fuck that hole!!! Suck me, baby!!!  I need to 
come.  I'm going to...
Me:  No, you're not...

I stop immediately.  I crawl to lay next to him and hold his face 
to mine.

Me:  Now, I want you to fuck me.

I straddle his cock and slowly ease onto the monster.  I hold 
myself up on his chest and begin the ride.

Me:  That's it... Fuck me!  Take me!!  Je suis votre!!!  Bais-
moi!!!  OOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!
J-C:  Yeah, let's fuck!  Oh shit, you have a hot ass!!!!  So 
hot!!! I'm fucking you baby!!!!
Me:  N'arretez pas!!!! Fuck me, man!!!   Oh God!!!  Jean-Claude 
is fucking me!!!!!  OOOOooooooooohhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

J-C flips me over without even taking his cock out of my tight 
ass.   I put my legs over his shoulders, and he takes my cock in 
his hands.

Me:  Oh shit, yeah!!!  Fuck me deep, man!!!!! Fill me with that 
cock!!!!  Put it in there!!!  OOOOOOhhhhh (incomprehensible 
moaning)
J-C:  Now watch this...

He moves my legs off of his shoulders and without letting up at 
the prime fucking he was giving me, he went down on my cock!

Me:  OOOOooo!!  OOOoooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh sssshhhhhhiiittt!!!  
He's fucking and sucking me!!!!!!  (I almost pass out in ecstasy)  
Suck it, suck that cock!!!!  Fuck that ass!!!!  Oooooohhhhh!!! 
I'm going to come!!!

J-C lets up on the sucking and concentrates on the fucking.  An 
intense fucking.  His muscles are flexing as if he has no con-
trol.  As if he can't stop fucking me.  His cock plunges deeper 
into my ass and hits the button.  J-C loses control and yells...

J-C:  Ooohhhh!!!!!!  Take this cock!!!!! Yeah baby, take it!!!
Me:  OOOOOOooooooohhhh!   I think I'm going to!!!!  ooooooooooo 
baby!!!!!!  I'm coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
J-C:  I'm going to wet your ass with my come!!!  I'm fucking this 
ass!!!  Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I take his head and kiss him while we both come, at least, to 
complete orgasm.  He jerks my cock off and my juice splashes onto 
our bellies.  My ass tightens around his cock and he floods into 
me while making strange noises against my mouth.  We kiss, drink-
ing the wine of lust, and lay there on the disheveled bed that 
was waiting no longer...

Unfortunately, I wake up.
Lovegod