From: (Ganymede)
Subject: STORY: Encounter
Date: Fri, 19 Nov 1993 05:43:52 GMT

   This story contains consensual sex between two males involving light
bondage, if this isn't your thing, don't read this story.  It's as simple
as that.  I don't want to offend anyone, but the only way to keep from
being offended is not to read this post.  Of course, we must ask, if you
are offended by consensual sex between to males, just what are you doing
reading posts in alt.sex.motss?

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                            Encounter Part 1

     Dave was new to the entire scene.  He was only a freshman in college
and scared that his buddies on the swim team would find out that he was
gay.  But the desires were too strong for his inhibitions to keep him from
going to the bar.  He had taken a year off between high school and college
and so her was nineteen years old as a freshman, and he was
Chinese-American.  Actually, he was only part Chinese, one of his parents
was Caucasian, so he had an interesting combination of Asian and European
good looks.  Needless to saw he was well built, with huge arms, chest and
shoulders as well as a tight ass, hard legs, and a flat stomach - a
swimmer's build.  In truth he was any gay man's wet dream, and he was
curious.  He walked into the bar dressed in cuffed jeans, converse sneakers
without socks, and a flannel shirt.  The bouncer at the front door accepted
his fake ID and so he walked casually up to the bar to get a drink.
     "Hi Dave, I'm surprised to see you here," a familiar voice said from
behind him.  It was a friend of one of the guys on the team.
     "Hi," Dave stammered, "I'm well, I'm..."  He couldn't finish his
statement.
     "That's alright.  I understand.  I'm gay and it's hard when you're
first coming out.  Hell, you've got more guts than I did.  When I was first
coming out I wouldn't have been caught dead near a gay bar.  Want to talk?"
     "Yeah."  Dave was amazed.  He had never imagined that Kurt was gay,
nor that the guys on the team would socialize with a homosexual.  He was
actually pretty relieved.  Kurt bought them both a drink and they went to a
booth to chat.  They talked about coming out and each other, and soon Kurt,
after they'd both had a few drinks, asked Dave if he would be interested
ina trip to his apartment.
     "Sure, I'd love to see your place.  Maybe while we're there we
could...?" Dave asked, allowing his question to trail off.
     "I was hoping that we would."  They went to Kurt's place and once
inside they melted into each others arms.  Kurt and Dave kissed, long and
hard, and their arms wandered all over their bodies.  Kurt was pleased with
the hard, young body that was beneath his hands.  He couldn't wait to feel
this flesh directly.  "Have you ever fantasized about bondage, Dave?" Kurt
asked coyly.
     "Actually, yes," Dave answered, surprised that he was telling this to
someone on what was, essentially, their first date.
     "Would you be my slave for the night then?  I'd love to top you."
     "Oh, yes."
     Kurt smiled at the thought of this amazing freshman at his disposal
for the night.  "Good, then you will call me Master or Master Kurt for the
rest of the evening.  Take off your shoes, slave."
    "Yes Master."  Dave removed his shoes and put them aside.  Kurt handed
him a pair of leg fetters and he attached them to his ankles.  The cold
steel gleamed beside his tan flesh.  Kurt walked behind his slave and
cuffed his hands behind his back.  Dave stood there as his master pressed
himself up against him from behind and hugged him, groin pressing into
butt.  Kurt kissed his slave gently on the ear as he reached around to feel
the boy's flat stomach.  Kurt's hands ran up and down Dave's arms, feeling
the large muscles of the swimmer.  He walked around and grabbed his slave
by the waist of his pants.
     "Come  with me," Kurt said and they walked together into the bedroom.
     In the bedroom Dave saw that Kurt was ready for visitors.  At the
corners of the bed were straps to tie someone down, and there were other
pieces of bondage equipment scattered around the room.  Kurt lead Dave over
to a particular board that was at a slight incline and was elevated to
about waist height.  Dave's hands were uncuffed and he sat down on the
board.  He lay back on the board and Kurt chained his hands above his head
to one end.  Dave's feet were chained to the lower end of the board, though
without removing his ankle fetters.  Kurt leaned over onto the board and
kissed his love on the lips.  Once more they kissed passionately.
     Kurt sat up on Dave's groin and unbuttoned his slave's shirt.  He
untucked it and flung it open, revealing Dave's washboard stomach, taut
sides, and massive pecs.  Even stretched by his position his pecs were
impressive.  He had the perfect swimmer's body, and he was so young and
tight.  Kurt licked his lips and his hands moved closer, trembling.  His
fingers massaged the tight muscles of Dave's stomach, feeling the hardness
that was but flesh.  They moved up and cupped a pec each.  Kurt's hands
kneaded the muscles, pulling the nipples as they hardened.  Dave's head
rolled with pleasure.  Kurt felt his slave hardening beneath his seat.  He
moved his hands up into the sleeves of the shirt and felt Dave's bulging
arms as the boy arched in his bonds.
     Kurt got up off of Dave and took off his own shoes and shirt.  The boy
looked over at his master, wondering why he had left.  Kurt quickly climbed
back on and Dave smiled.  He lay on top of his slave and kissed him, their
bare chests pressing up against each other.  Kurt grabbed Dave by his hair
and pulled his head back and began licking at the Asian's exposed neck. 
Kurt began sucking hard at the base of the neck, giving Dave a hickie.  At
first Dave wanted to protest but he stopped himself.  He was a slave now,
and besides he'd figure out a way to explain it away.
     Kurt's lips and tongue moved down his slave's chest.  He scrapped his
teeth over the hunk of meat beneath him.  Dave moaned in pleasure.  Kurt
massaged one pec with his hand as his tongue licked the sweat off of the
other.  His fingers pulled and twirled nipples, hardening them, as his
tongue teased them.  He even bit on them a little, causing Dave to hiss and
shiver.  The swimmer's hard on was about to explode out of his jeans he was
so excited.  Now that his slave's nipples were totally hard Kurt pulled two
weighted nipple clips from his pocket and attached them to Dave.
     Dave moaned from the pain of the clamps and arched his back in an
incredible manner.  Hungrily Kurt bit at the skin at the junction of chest
and stomach, while his hands clamped on the boy's lats.  Dave didn't know
what to say or do, he was in such pleasure and pain.  Kurt's lips and
tongue moved further down still, licking along the lines of the swimmer's
cut tummy.  Dave looked down, amazed at the sensations created by his
master's tongue on his flesh.  Kurt reached to top of Dave's jeans and
pulled his belt off, totally.  Then he unbuttoned the 501's.  Dave was
wearing paisly boxers underneath and his erection popped out of the slit at
the first chance.  
     Kurt pulled the jeans and boxers down, leaving his groin and ass bare.
 He kissed Chris' penis on the tip, sending shivers through the boy.  His
tongue licked up the shaft, from its base in a mat of black hair, to the
tip, along the bottom.  After eating out the Asian's pisshole, Kurt took it
all in his mouth, deep-throating the boy.  Dave moaned as Kurt expertly
sucked him off.  He reached behind the bound slave and slid a finger into
Dave's surprised ass.  Dave couldn't believe how good it felt to have a man
suck and finger fuck him.  With his spare hand, Kurt massaged his slave's
balls.  Soon Dave came and Kurt greedily swallowed it all up.
     "Now it's my turn," Kurt said to his slave.  he pulled Dave's boxers
and pants back up, going so far as to button his jeans's closed, save for
the top button.  He licked his way back up the youth, his tongue tracing
along the quivering flesh.  When he got to the nipples he flicked the
clamps ith his tongue.  Dave arched again, more aroused than he'd ever been
before.  Kurt pulled himself up, so that he was seated on the Asian's
chest, hes feet on the boy's stomach, and his groin over Dave's face.
     "Now you suck me, or, in truth, I'm going to face fuck you."  Kurt
unzipped his jeans and pulled out his seven inch long prick. Dave opened
his mouth and lifted his head towards it, wanting to suck.  Kurt thrust
into the waiting oriface, plunging in and out of Chris' mouth.  He grabbed
the boy's hair, forcing him to suck, as if he needed prodding.  Dave was
greedily swallowing the cock, like and old pro.  Finally, Kurt came and the
boy swallowed it all.
     Dave had never experienced anything like this before in his life.  The
sex was arousing him and the bonds even more.  Knowing that he was helpless
made him so horney.  Kurt unchained him from the board and, after totally
removing Dave's shirt, cuffed his hands behind his back again.  He held his
bound boy close to him, feeling the young flesh.  They lay down on the bed
together and kissed for a few minutes before falling asleep.  Dave awoke,
still bound, in Kurt's arms and liked that feeling.  When Kurt woke up he
looked Dave in the eye and asked him if he'd liked it.
     "That was the best sex I've ever had."
     "Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it."
     "But, I was wondering, do you think we could try this stuff again, but
I could me the master?"
	    "If you're free tonight, I'll be your slave," Kurt said, smiling at
his bad pun.
     "Good, I can't wait to come over tonight and have you as my slave."
     Kurt kissed him again on his lips and said, "I can't wait either." 
They kissed each other as Kurt gropped his boy toy some more, feeling the
muscles.  Dave looked at Kurt and realized he'd found the man he wanted to
be with, at least for now.


                          Encounter - Part II

   It was about eight o'clock on the evening after Kurt and Dave had had
their first encounter.  Dave walked quickly down the street to Kurt's
apartment building; his speed partly out of desire for that evening's
activities and partly out of residual shame.  He may have loved last night
but he was stil having some problems accepting his own sexuality.  With a
smile on his face Dave punched Kurt's security code into the building's
electronic security system.  It pleased him that Kurt was so serious about
this that he gave him the entry code.  He checked his watch, 8:15, a few
minutes early for their rendezvous but he doubted Kurt would mind.  He
knocked on the door.  Dave nearly jumped when it was opened by Andy, his
swimming team-mate.
   "Hi Dave," Andy said, "Kurt told me some one was coming over.  Come on
in."
   "Hi Andy," dave managed to stammer out as he walked nervously into the
apartment.  He knew that Kurt and Andy had been best-friends since their
freshman year, before Kurt had come out of the closet, but he hadn't
expected to see him here tonight.  he heard the door closing behind him.
   "Just as he was about to turn to Andy and explain he heard him call out,
"Kurt, your date's here!"  Dave nearly died.  He turned to Andy, expecting
the worst.  A friend is one thing, but he didn't know how Andy would react
to a team-mate being gay.  Instead Andy just looked at him and said, "Hey,
it's alright.  I won't tell the other guys on the team.  You just have fun
tonight."  Before Dave could say anything Andy winked at him and walked out
of the apartment.  Dave practicaly fell onto the couch, wondering if his
friend had guessed of if Kurt had told him.
   Moments later Kurt walked into the room.  "Hi Dave, I wasn't expecting
you for another fifteen minutes.  Sorry it took me so long to get out here.
 Andy came over for dinner and I was finishing up the dishes."  He threw
the towel he had been drying his hands with to a side.
   "Did you...?" Dave began, fumbling for words, "I mean, you didn't...
um...  How did Andy know I was your date?"
   "While we had dinner Andy asked what I was doing tonight.  I told him
that someone was coming over.  He asked if I was going to enjoy myself and
I answered that I was sure I would.  Right before you rand the bell I told
Andy that my friend was arriving at 8:30 and so he should probably be
heading out.  Then you arrived.  Andy put two and two together and decided
that you were gay and my date.  In truth, he had asked me over dinner what
my gaydar said about you."
   "WHAT?!?!"
   "Well, he kind of thought you were gay, but he wanted my expert opinion.
 He's gotten pretty good at picking up on the signs over the years.  But
don't worry about it, I told him I couldn't tell.  He figured it out all on
his own."
   "I'm glad to hear that.  I don't know how I would feel if you had told
him without asking me first."
   Kurt walked over and sat down beside Dave.  He put his arm around Dave's
shoulder and placed his other hand, lightly, on the swimmer's cheek. 
"Dave, I love you.  I would never hurt you like that.  It'll be up to you
and you alone when and to whom you come out.  I'll never force you and I'l
do my best to make sure no one else does.  It's totally under your control.
 The only thing you can't control is when other people guess, or there's
some accidental situation, like tonight.  But otherwise it's your choice." 
Kurt leaned towards Dave and the freshman quickly wrapped his arms around
the Senior.  They kissed tenderly, full of love.
   "Do you really love me?" Dave asked, surprised that Kurt would say that
on just their second date.  He turned himself around so that he lay face up
with his head on Kurt's lap, his arms above his head, and with one leg on
and one leg drapped off the couch.  He looked up into Kurt's eyes.
   "Yes," Kurt said.  "I do love you."  On of his hands was running through
Dave's straight black hair, the other rested absent-mindedly on his
sweatshirt clad chest.  "And I don't say that just because of the sex last
night.  htat was wonderful, but that wasn't enough to make me love you.  I
love you because of the personality I'd been discovering when I would hang
out with Andy and you and the other swimmers.  I love you because of the
way it felt to wake up with you this morning.  I love you because of the
look of love on your face as we lay together.  I love you because of the
tenderness we showed each other as we got ready for the new day.  I love
you because of the conversation over breakfast.  You showed yourself over
the time I've known you to be kind, smart, handsome and loving.  How could
I not fall in love with you?"
   For a moment they just looked into each other's eyes.  Finally Dave
spoke.  "I love you too.  When I woke up this morning by your side, in your
arms, with my hands cuffed behind my back, I knew you were the one I wanted
to be with.  I knew that you were the one with whom I wished to wake up
every morning."
   "Well then, if I love you and you love me, would you be willing to start
dating?  Have a relationship, maybe?"
   "You mean, will I be your boyfriend?"
   "Yes, to spell things out; can we have a monogamous, boyfriend-boyfriend
relationship?"
   "Of course.  I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine."
   "Great.  I like the idea of you being my boyfriend.  But I understand
that we can't show our love in public.  I mean, you don't want anyone to
know, I assume.  I may be out, but you're not."
   "I don't kow about that.  Why the hell should I hide that I love you?"
   "What about your team-mates?  And didn't Andy say you were thinking of
rushing his Frat?"
   "What about them?  And who needs the Frat if they can't accept me and
you."
   "Dave, I think you should talk this over with Andy first," Kurt said,
his hand massagin his lover's chest.  "He can give you some good advice. 
But please think before you come out to everyone.  Hell, some people don't
even realize that I'm gay.  I don't scream it, but I don't hide it.  So
talk to Andy first."
   "Alright, I will."
   Kurt's hand slipped beneath the sweatshirt and t-shirt and began groping
the Asian's hard chest and stomach.
   "Well," the hunky swimmer said, "now that we're lovers and you're
reminded me abut why I came over here in the first place, how about we go
back to the bedroom, Slave."
   "Yes, Master."  Dave giggled as he pulled himself up to kiss his slave
for the night.  The two men stood up and walked hand in had to the bedroom.
 At Dave's request Kurt showed him all of his sex toys and kinky outfits. 
dave was surprised to find a whole closet full of ever kind of imaginable
bondage devise as well as all the other needed equipment, from buttplugs to
dildoes to cockrings, clamps, clips and all sorts of whips.  Dave looked up
at Kurt and gave him a devilish smile.  Walking to Kurt's regular closet he
picked out a pair of tightfiting, grey workout shorts and told his slave to
change into them and nothing else.
   Stepping back he admired his slave.  Kurt was about the same height as
Dave, five foot eight, with muscles almost as large as the swimmer's but
with a little bit too much fat around the middle to have a perfectly flat
tummy.  He was slightly hair, with a nice treasure trail and very hairy
arms and legs, unlike his practically hairless Asian master.  Dave liked
what he saw.
   "On your knees, slave."  Kurt dropped to his knees.  Dave then cuffed
his hands to their repective ankles.  Kurt sat there, his ankles spread
wide.  Dave then put a leather collar with a leash on his slave.  "Now suck
me."  Dave unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.  He guided it
into Kurt's mouth and then began face-fucking his slave.  He rammed his
hard cock down Kurt's throat as far a it would go.  Kurt sucked hard on it,
working his tongue around it, trying to give his Master pleasure.  Dave's
hands were planted firmly on his boy's head, holding him in place as his
hips rammed Kurt's face.  Kurt could feel himself hardening as he took that
hard penis into his mouth.  Finally, Dave shuddered and sent wave after
wave of hot cum into the waiting mouth.  Kurt swallowed as much as he
could, revealing in its taste, but some oozed out of his mouth and down the
side of his jaw.  Dave saw the stream and, leaning down, he licked it up
before kissing his slave.  "That was good.  But now it's your turn to get
off.  Lay down and keep your legs spread."
   "Kurt lay back down, his legs bent under him, his back arched and his
knees spread as wide as they could go.  Dave pulled his shirt off and his
shoes and lay down on top of him, their sweaty chests gliding across each
other.  As they kissed on of his hands went down and massaged his slave's
groin, feeling the hardness within the shorts.  Down he began to kiss, his
tongue licking along the tufts of hair.  He began to suck on one nipple,
while his hand worked the other.   He loved the sight of these points of
flesh.  Their dark roundness contrasting nicely with Kurt's tan flesh and
black body hair.  Kurt was moaning as Dave bit on the nipples, pulling on
them hard and twisting.  The pain was exciting.  Once they wer good and
hard Dave looked at him and said, "I've got a surprise for you.  While you
may like nipple clamps that just compress, I've decided to bring you a real
treat."  He pulled two alligator clamps out of his pocket and attached them
to Kurt's tender flesh.  Waves of pain shot through his chest as the teeth
bit into his tender tits.  Dave had attached small weights to the clamps so
they also pulled the nipples to the side.  Dave sat there swing the
weights, enjoying watching Kurt grimace.
   But more important parts of anatomy were Dave's prime concern so he
continued down.  His tongue followed the treasure trail of hair down Kurt's
stomach and into his short.  Dave pulled them down and licked the cock that
was revealed from base to tip. He kissed the tip, teasing it and licking up
the pre-cum that oozed out.  Then he took it into his mouth, a little at
first and then more and more with each succesive try.  His mouth went up
and down on Kurt's hard cock, sucking for all it was worth.  Dave reached
around and held onto his slave's feet as he sucked.  Kurt was in heaven. 
He moaned loudly and came in Dave's mouth.  For the second time in his life
Dave tasted cum.
   Dave pulled Kurt's shorts up and took the cuffs off his slave.  "Stand
up, boy and go clear off the top of your desk."  Kurt did as he was told. 
"Now stand at one end, facing the desk, and take off your shorts too." 
Dave cuffed Kurt's ankles to the legs of the desk, spreading his feet about
two feet apart - it was a big desk.  Then he used rope to tie his slave
arms to the opposite side of the desk, bending him over and stretching him
out.  Kurt's sore tits and their clamps were pressed hard into the desk
top.  Dave stepped back and admired the hard ass now presented to him.
   Dave walked over to the dresser and got some lubricant and a condom.  He
put the condom on and lubed up Kurt's waiting ass.  "Tell me you want me to
fuck you."
   "Oh, fuck me Master Dave, fuck me. I want you cock up my ass.  Fuck me,
please, sir."
   Dave pressed his dick up against Kurt's asshole.  With hardly any
resistance it slid in.  Dave couldn't believe how good it felt to have the
warm muscle around his cock.  He began pumping in and out, Kurt's sphincter
muscle contracting in rhythm to make it feel tighter and almost suction
like.  Dave's hands ran all over Kurt's back and arms as he fucked.  Kurt
could feel himself hardening again, his dick pressed between table top and
stomach.  Dave's cock kept brushing up against his prostate as he pumped
himself in and out.  This and the pain from his tits was driving Kurt wild.
 He had always been very anally sensitive but he thought he might actually
orgasm from just being fucked.  Dave was thrusting in and out, filling his
slave's ass with his hard dick.  Soon he came and so did Kurt, covering his
chest and desk top with cum.  Dave untied him and made him lick his own
jism off the desk.  The Dave licked Kurt's chest clean.
   "Let's lie down for a second, alright Kurt?"
   "Yes, Master.  I could use it."
   "Good, and we'll do some more later tonight.  I'm not finished with you
yet," Dave said, as he shot a glance towards the whips.  He hugged Kurt
close and they kissed.  Tenderly he took the nipple clips off, pain rushing
in along with the blood that had been cut off.  "Do you love me still?"
Dave asked.
   "All the more."


                            Encounter - Part III

   Andy sat on his bed reviewing for his Poli-Sci exam.  Books and papers
lay scattered around him.  He barely even looked up when he heard the knock
at his door.  "Come on in," he said loudly, not caring who his caller was.
   "Hi Andy," Dave said, "I thought it would be a good idea if we talked."
   "Yeah," Andy replied, putting his notes aside.  "I guess you're right. 
Why don't you close the door and I'll turn the music up, that way no one
else will hear us."
   Dave sat on the desk chair and Andy sprawled over his studies on the bed
as they began to speak, with Morrissey playing loudly in the background. 
"Well, I guess you know by now that I'm gay."
   "Yeah, I had kind fo wondered about you for a little while, but I was
sure when I saw you at Kurt's place."
   "I guess this'll cause some problems."
   "It could, depending on how you want to handle this."
   "Andy, I love Kurt.  I know I just met him, but I've fallen for him
hard.  He  likes me, and I'd like to start up a relationship with him. 
He's willing to hide things so that I don't get a hard time from the team
or in the frat, but I don't want to be ashamed of who I am."
   "Kurt's right though.  If you tell everybody things will be tough.  Your
being gay's going to make some of the guys uneasy, and I can assure you
that you won't get into the frat."
   "Why is this a problem though?"
   "Come on.  You can't be that naive.  The other guys on the team are
going to expect you to treat them the same way most of them treat women -
like objects to be stared at and to be used for sex.  They're not going to
understand that you can stand there and change and shower with them and
still just be their friend.  As for the frat, well, it's taken a long time
for them to accept Kurt simply as a friend.  They'd become his friend
because of me long before he came out.  When he did many of them didn't
want anything to do with him.  Since then it's gotten better, but he's
still mainly not welcome.  It bothers me, but what can I do?  They'd never
be able to accept the idea of a gay brother.  If you want in you're going
to have to hide."
   "But it's not fair."
   "Life's not fair.  I'm sorry to have to tell you that.  People are going
to hate you for what you are.  It's not rational, nor is it right, but
hatred is out there.  Both of you are my friends and I don't want either of
you hurt.  My advice is to stay relatively in the closet and se Kurt
secretly.  If anyone asks, just say that you're his friend like I am. 
They'll believe that."
   "But I can't do that.  It hurts me too much to hide from everyone.  I'm
tired of hearing the guys on the team make some gay-bashing remark or
homophobic joke.  I'm tired of the brothers slamming gays.  And I'm
sickened that I can't show love for the man I care about.  I feel like I
have to publicly acknowledge my feelings for Kurt.  I feel like I'm going
to bust open inside if I don't."
   "You're just going to have to do what you feel's best for you.  I can't
make up your mind for you.  In fact it sounds pretty made up already.  I'll
do my best to smooth things out.  Hell, we may both be surprised by how
people act.  Who knows.  Just let me know when you plan on telling people. 
I want to be ready with damage control."
   "You sure have faith in our teammates."
   "I've known them for a lot longer than you have."
   "Well, I think I'm going to let people know that Kurt and I are
together."
   "That's you're decision then.  I'll always be here for the two of you. 
Remember that."
   "I will.  Thanks."
   "No need to thank me.  That's what friends are for."


   Kurt lay in bed thinking about the two nights he'd shared with Dave. 
Seldom had he taken the submissive role, but he just couldn't resist those
deep brown eyes when Dave had asked to be the top for their second nights
reveries.  Images of Dave flitted through his mind.  Before, when he'd
though of men he'd liked he had usually bee obsessed with their bodies. 
Even know when he thought of them he usually remembered their chests and
butts.  Dave was different.  He thought of Dave and an image of his
handsome face sprang to mind.  He lay there remembering the softness of his
love's hair, the smoothness of his flesh.  His mind's eye recreated how the
freshman had looked as the soft light of the night had flinted on his skin,
making it glow.  Everything about Dave was being remembered; his feel, his
smell, his taste.  Thoughts of the boy stirred such longings within Kurt -
longings not for sex but for companionship.  Kurt simply wanted Dave by his
side.  He wanted to see his love's smile; hear his laugh.
   As he lay there his thoughts wandered to their first encounter, barely
three nights before.  One hand played with a nipple on his bare chest as
the other massaged his groin through his jeans.  His eyes remained closed,
seeing images conjured up by his love fevered memory.  The recollections
were not so much images as emotions.  First he felt once more the lust that
had filled him when he spied Dave in the gay bar.  It grew as he heard the
conversation in the both again.  That lust grew further and filled him
until his mind brought them back to the apartment.  Waves of excitement
criss-crossed his body as they kissed for the first time.  The emotions
fell like tides over him, first one and then another leaving their mark. 
His body raged with sensations unknown even when the events had taken
place.
   His mind moved them to the bedroom now, the fury growing in his loins. 
Passion surged within him, brushing through his body.  His hands continued
working hard nipples and cock, occasionaly switching off.  His mouth moved
in the air, recalling his ministrations of Dave's flesh on that initial
night, tasting the sweat off the boy's tightly muscled form.  Kurt opened
the fastener and unzipped his jeans.  Now his hands rubbed his member
through the soft cotton of boxers.  Raw sensuality cascaded down his body,
emanating from groin and chest, eddies of sexual power welling up in his
belly.  Simple memory had never excited Kurt more in his entire life.  His
mouth longed to be filled as he recalled taking Dave into it.  Kurt's cock
strained at the cloth, fully engorged by the excitement of the
recollection.
   Unable to resist anymore he spit on his hand, unleashed his cock and
began stroking it with a fury rivaled ony by the sensual confusion that
raged within his own mind.   Perceptions of reality and memory merged in
the passion and Kurt was back at the first night, about to insert his dick
into Dave's mouth.  His ass tightened, thrusting his crotch up into the
air.  Both hands flew back to brag onto his pillow beneath his head.  The
passion of the moment overwhelmed him, flowing as it did throughout his
form.  His nipples, chest, arms, even his very toes were alive with the joy
of the memory.  The images and emotions so powerful that he felt lips
tighten around his cock.  His hands remained behind his head as his senses
reported being sucked off expertly.  In his mind he saw Dave, bound beneath
his, blowing him.  A tongue licked all around it, lips tightening on his
shaft.  Light nibbles landed on the base.  The tongue tickled the sensative
spot at the tip and once more the mouth lunged down the shaft, taking him
all in at once.  He shuddered as he reached orgasm, cum flying everywhere. 
His body thrashed about in animalistic ecstasy.  His eyes shot open and
looked about.  He was alone, the lips that were around his cock having fled
back to the memory whence they'd come.
   Kurt lay there spent, his body still raked by the aftershocks o the
overpowering excitement.  His mind was spinning and in a daze.  The
memories had been so real that surely he'd fallen asleep while laying
there.  Only a dreamlike state could explain the way he'd relived that
night just now.  Shakily he stood up and went to the bathroom to clean
himself off.  Once more his mind wandered to thoughts of Dave, but this
time it was to wonder when he would be home.  Kurt was anxious to make more
memories that were just as powerful.


                          THE END, for now...


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   Well, I hope you liked that.  Part IV will be ready soon.  I also have
another series starting up.  I'll be posting it later on tonight.  The
title is "High-Stakes Poker" so keep on the lookout.  It involves less
plot, and more sex - a whole lot more.  It's also even more into bdsm. 
I've got another series in the works that will be geared more towards
Vanilla sex, and it'll be set in the Middle Ages.  That should begin soon. 
Hope you like these.  Comments are always welcome of course.

~~Ganymede~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                     |   "In a now famous remark, Edward Gibbon observed
                     |    that 'of the first fifteen emperors Claudius was
     ~~Ganymede~~    |    the only one whose taste in love was entirely 
                     |    correct,' meaning heterosexual.  'But,' added 
                     |    W.C. Firebaugh, 'Claudius was a moron.'"
         ----        |                    --Prof. John Boswell
         \  /        |                      Yale University
          \/         |                      "Christianity, Social Tolerance
                     |                       and Homosexuality"