Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2000 01:10:21 -0600
From: Demian <demien22@hotmail.com>
Subject: Just Meant to Be...part I

Disclaimer:
What you are about to read is purely fiction, but who knows, maybe somewhere
out there in the real world, all these events are actually taking place.
You, as the reader, have made it this far, so you better be of legal age. I
did not intend to write all of this for minors breaking the law, so if you
are not supposed to be here, you should really exit, and come back when
you're old enough. These following accounts of events contain mature graphic
matter of consenting sex between men. The sex is unprotected, but who ever
wears a rubber in their fantasies??? So be smart when you're "out" there,
the last thing you want to do is to catch something. Well enough of all this
fun stuff, I hope you enjoy, and if you do, I'd really appreciate your
feedback, and I'll try my best to email you back...

This story is dedicated to my baby-love. You know who you are...,

Part I

	There I was sitting in a crowded lecture hall, listening to this over paid
fart lecture on his views of man and his existence, you know, that I think,
therefore I am stuff. Quite stimulating stuff, but coming from this guy, it
really means nothing to me. I thought to myself that if this professor was
twenty years younger, he must be a real looker. But then reality sets in and
all I see is a fifty year old balding man...almost makes me want to go
straight. No never, I have had sex with girls before and knew that I was a
receiver more than a giver. My ass urged to have a dick ram into it. A nice
curved, uncut dick. Entering my ass hole ever so slowly, so I could feel
every inch by inch entering my love canal. Then begin to pump my ass getting
faster and faster, with my moans filling the room, going faster and faster,
making the bed move...Holy Shit!!! I had a full hardon! What the hell was I
doing to myself, class was finally over, and everyone started packing up
their bags with books and heading out. I just sat there, waiting, waiting,
waiting...damn, there was no end in sight to this boner. I mustered up the
courage to stand up, still at full attention, and there it was, pointing
straight out making the bulge in my pants so evident.
	This had to be taken care of, and I mean immediately, I grabbed one of my
books out of my back pack, and held it in front of my crotch, to hide it
while walking through the hallways of my school. I tried my hardest not to
make any eye contact with anyone, just headed straight for the closest
washroom, where, this problem would be taken care. As I started to pick up
the pace, my jeans started to rub against my rock hard dick and I just felt
the precum oozing out, soon enough, there would be a wet spot on my crotch,
and hiding that would not be easy at all.
	Finally in the washroom, gave a quick look around, it seemed pretty empty.
Bent down to check for feet in the stalls, and saw one pair in the first
stall. I chose the corner one for some kind of privacy, locked it up,
unbuttoned my jeans and out came flying this boner, throbbing so much. The
jockeys came down next, I took a seat and started working up and down my
shaft. It wasn't going to take too long, I had to stop myself from moaning,
it felt so good, thinking of that huge curved dick, uncut, all that skin
entering my ass, coming out, back in again, all that skin, rubbing against
my ass hole, all the friction making my ass all hot, ohh, it felt so good,
just a couple more strokes I told myself, gripped harder, went faster. My
head tilted back and then BOOM!!! Shots of cum went flying all over the
place, it hit the stall door, and again, oh man did it ever feel good to let
it all out. And finally, the last drop of cum out of my now sore dick. I
looked at my fingers full of cum, and brought it closer to my face, gave it
a quick wiff, it smelled so good, so I decided to stick out my tongue, lick
one finger clean. YUMMMM, I have never done that before, it tasted so sweet,
then the next finger, and the next, when I found myself wiping off all the
cum from my dick and licking all off my fingers....oh man, what a relief,
let out such a great load and ate almost half of it....Now that was a
first!!!
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	Off I went from class to class, just more Philosophy crap, I never knew
understood why I chose it as my major, really, where could I ever go with
four years of learning how other people think, hey, well at least learning
that, I was able to master my own thoughts...I think??? Walking down the
hallways of my school, I noticed every guy that walked by and just imagined
how that one would look naked, how big his dick was limp, and hard. A guy
walked by me wearing track pants, I could almost see the shape of his cock,
it was making me all horny all over again. I knew that I could not go to my
last class, my mind was elsewhere, so I decided to hit the pub that was
connected to my dorm, grab a drink or two, meet up with some buddies, and
just drink some more, then hopefully then, all these raging hormones would
subside. You gotta know all my friends are straight, so I have to pretend
that I too, love "hot chicks" and great pairs of "knockers", I was really
getting sick of it all, and just really needed a dick up my ass.
	What I really want out of life is someone that understands me, because I
have been told that I have a pretty messed up mind, this guy, I did not care
how he looked like, just had to be someone to listen to me, and I would
listen to him. An important thing about my dream guy, is that he better be
great in bed, you know the type, hardcore sex drives, up for some erotic and
kinky adventures in bed. Now if I really wanted to use Aristotle's notion
of: I think, therefore I am, now since I am thinking of this guy, this dream
boat of mine, to take me to places I have never been before, then therefore
he IS. But not tonight. It was just me and "the boys" hitting the pints of
great cold beer, talking about the hockey match last night, the boxing fight
with Dela Hoya (what a hottie!). When I have a little too much to drink, you
should now that I get a little talkative, and whatever the conversation, I
have much more than two cents to put in, more like five bucks!!! With so
much beer in me at that time, I had to head to men's room to take one of the
biggest leak I had ever had to take.
	Got up, maybe a little too fast, I was pretty drunk. You never really
realize it until you do stand up. I had to hold onto the back of chairs just
to make it to the washroom. I know, not really an attractive sight, but you
gotta remember, when in college, all there is to do, is drink, drink and
drink some more.
	Finally in the washroom, the one stall was being used and both urinals, I
had to really go! My first thought was to head to the girls washroom and
piss over there, when I heard the best FLUSH of my life. One of the guys on
the urinals finished his business, and opened one up for me, perfect! I was
so close to wetting myself, for the second time today, when I unzipped,
pulled my rod out and just released all the piss, it felt so good to let it
all out, it was rushing out like a waterfall, like that one up in Niagara?!
I heard myself ooo-ing and aaa-ing the release of such a build up. When I
finally forgot that there was somebody beside me using the next urinal. I
looked over, and said, "Sorry, dude, I'm drunk."
	He replied, "Nice to meet you drunk, I'm Andrew, I'd shake your hand, but,
it's kinda pre-occupied right now."
	Wow, a urinal conversation, never had one of those before, what should I
say next? All I knew was that I had to keep my eyes glued to his eyes and
not to look, you know where. But I could not help it, it was just a force of
nature, I looked down and saw such a beautiful uncut cock! My favorite!
Damn, it looked so hot! I stopped pissing and started to get another hardon,
I had to get my eyes of his dick. Then the first thing that did come out of
my mouth was, "No worries, man, my name's Mike, I won't shake your hand, but
I have to shake this all off!" and started to do that ritual shake after the
last drop of piss came out.
	He flushed, looked over to me, and nodded to me, and said, "You have
yourself a good night, and don't drink too much, or you'll regret it
tomorrow!"
I heard him flush then turn on the faucet, washed his hands then the water
turned off. Fuck! I must of sounded like a complete idiot, 'I had to shake
this off', what the hell was I thinking? Who cares, I was drunk. But still,
I wish I could have made a better impression, but as some say, "shit
happens!"
I still found myself a little tipsy walking back to my table where my
buddies had ordered another pitcher, thank the heavens for great friends,
they've really gotten all those sex thoughts out of my mind, I felt a little
better, but still could not walk straight. Then before I knew it, I bumped
into someone and heard a loud crash, Shit! I had dropped this guys drink! Oh
man, I really did not want to start anything with anyone, as my buddies are
famous for bar room brawling, I apologized immediately, bent over to pick up
the plastic cup, started my way up and said, "Buddy, look, that's my
mistake, let me buy...."
Then my eyes finally reached his face, and it was the urinal guy, fuck, I'm
no good with names, I tried to remember, but...he opened his mouth and let
out, "hey, it's drunk! Fancy bumping into you here."
Jumping at the chance, I replied, "Man, I am so sorry, look, lemme buy you
another."
"You don't have to Mike," (Holy shit, he remembered my name, I really needed
to think and figure out his, "it was only an accident, shit happens!"
Wait a minute, I just said that in the washroom, didn't I? This was getting
wierder all the time, so I insisted, "Listen buddy, let me replace that
drink for you, it's the least I could do, for my clumsiness."
Finally, he nodded, and waved to the bartender and I heard him say, "Can I
have two more rum and cokes, please?"
Two? What the hell was this guy ordering two drinks for, is he trying to rip
me off or something? Well the bartender handed him the cups, he paid and
passed one over to me, and raised his cup and hit mine, I felt a little
awkward taking a drink from this guy. I pulled out some money from my pocket
and gave him enough to cover both drinks. He accepted the cash, and we
leaned up against the bar and then a moment of silence hit us. There was
really nothing to say to one another. He finally broke the ice and said,
"Mike, I bet you already forgot my name, didn't you?"
I put my head down, and said, "listen, I'm never good with names, and I'm
really drunk right now."
"Hey no worries, Mike, I'm the same way sometimes, My name's Andrew, but my
friends call me Drew."
I put my hand out, to shake his hand, and said, "Drew, Drew, I like that,
it's nice to meet you Drew, and again, sorry about the drink thing, I'm a
clutz when I'm drunk."
The only thing I noticed was his green eyes, staring into mine, his hands
were, the skin felt so soft, and grip was nice and firm, I did not want to
let go, he felt so strong, and there was this instantaneous connection
between the two of us. Could he be the one for me? It sure did feel like it
at that time, I could even smell his cologne, and it was just making my
entire heart race. It seemed like all the music had stopped, the voices were
muted, people around the two of us were no longer existent, they were just
empty shells, their mouths were moving, but no sound came out. All I knew
was that I was holding a great looking guy's hand, and I never wanted to let
go....
Then the shaking stopped and everything went back to normal, my heart was
pounding, and I was in a bit of a shock, I had never had such an intense
feeling for another guy before like that. But maybe it was the alcohol
thinking, and those raging hormones, fuck, well doesn't everybody looks hot
when you're a little over the edge? We still had not said a word to each
other, and I saw that his drink was just about done, so I sipped a little
bit more of my own. I turned around so that my back was against the bar, and
looked over to see my buddies still pounding away the beers, probably not
even noticing I was gone. What friends, eh? Well I heard Drew order another
drink and then heard him rustling with change, and suddenly I felt
something.
Who the hell was that, there was a hand on my ass, and squeezing it! Not to
be cocky or vain, but with these tight dark blue jeans on, my ass did look
pretty good. There was no one around me but Drew, I looked over, and it sure
was! This guy was sqeezing my ass! I flexed it for him, as a sign that I
liked it. I turned to look at him and he had a huge smile on his face. He
looked back at me and said, "That's a great butt you have, ever been tongue
fucked?"
HOT DAMN!!! Drew was gay! I was drunk! I am horny! I am a virgin! I need to
get fucked! TONIGHT!!! That' s all I thought, all these thoughts rushing in
my head, "Well?" Drew asked.
I had totally forgot about the question, but answered, "I'm a virgin up
there, but would love to try it sometime,"
"How about tonight?" Drew asked.
Gathering my composure, I blurted, "My room is upstairs, number 216."
"Let's not make it too obvious, you leave, and I'll be up there as soon as I
finish this drink."
There were no words left, just go, just go I thought to myself. I walked
away from the bar, headed for my buddies' table and just told them I wasn't
feeling well, and exited the pub. Everything seemed totally opposite from
when we were shaking hands, this time it was all going in fast forward, my
heart pounding, this 6 foot, brown hair, green eyed, great looking stud, was
about to meet me in my room, shit, I just remembered the mess, my room was
in.
I ran up the stairs, unlocked the door, grabbed some gum, loaded it my
mouth, picked up a handful of clothes lying on the floor, and just threw
them into the closet, all the books lying all over the place, I just kicked
underneath the bed.
Then KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.................
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Well boys, that is it for now, I hope you enjoyed, I sure did enjoy writing
it. Tell me what you guys think, hey and if you have any input on what
should happen after that door is opened, drop me a line, at:
demien22@hotmail.com, I'd love to hear from you guys :)