Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 18:08:02 -0800
From: by-guy@email.com
Subject: CONVICTED Chapter 2

CONVICTED Chapter 2

Copyright 2000 by,   by-guy@email.com

It has been two years now since I started pouring my heart and soul out on
the computer pages. I am now in the seventh year of my sentence. What was
it the judge said in my dream?

"I sentence you from seven to ten years of small cell lymphoma."

Things have not gone well for me over the past 24 months. With all the
drugs and treatments that I have had to take, life has lost most of it's
meaning. I now suffer from short term memory loss and severe depression. I
probably would have ended it all by now if it weren't for my very
perceptive doctor putting me on antidepressants.

My family life continues to deteriorate. I feel that I am a millstone
hanging around my wife's neck. I have tried to be closer to her but all my
attentions are rejected. It could be her self preservation response kicking
in, knowing that if I aroused her in any way I would not be able to satisfy
her needs. But what about my needs?

Our communications have turned to being mean and spiteful without any kind
words for each other. I know that the stress of her job is part of the
problem but I am no longer her lover or companion. I am just another burden
for her to carry along with the burden of her father in a rest home.

The more I feel rejected, the more I live in my fantasies. I keep up with
my first love, that is writing poetry, and I am trying to put my fantasies
into more stories for others to reflect on.

I've also noticed that in the past two years, most of my new friends are
gay or bi. It seems that they are attracted to me and I to them. They seem
to be more sincere in their feelings and are the ones that really care
about me. I've never had any relations with them, other than friendship but
it not that I haven't thought about it. I so desperately need to be held
and loved and caressed.

One of my new friends is my barber. He works in a shop close to where my
wife works, so I stop and visit with him whenever I am in the
neighborhood. It is quite often, as I drive my wife to work in bad
weather. He is definitely gay but I had never noticed it before. He and his
lover shared an apartment close to the barber shop. He will surly be in one
of my fantasies.



I received an e-mail the other day from one of my writer friends saying
that he was going to be in town for some business meetings or
something. Anyway he has invited me to meet him at his hotel. I am looking
forward to this meeting as it will be the first time I've met anyone face
to face that I have corresponded with. Maybe he will be the one. I know
that when I read his stories I can feel the love and understanding he has
in his heart. (Oh God let it happen}

I decide that I will meet him and let nature take it's course. I can only
count the hours and minutes until the moment arrives.

Oh what a beautiful sunny morning. It was finally here. the day that I was
to meet Bob.

Bob and I had been corresponding with each other since I first read his
stories on nifty. He was a man about my age, late 50's, graying at the
temples and a little bald on top. Average build with love handles and a
definite sense of humor as I found out later. Anyway that is how he
described himself to me in his e-mails. Today I would meet him for the
first time. I hope he won't be disappointed in me, I thought to myself as I
was dressing for our first encounter.

Well here I am sitting in traffic waiting for the light to change. The
hotel is just two blocks away and here I sit. My frustration and
anticipation was starting to get to me. The antidepressant I had taken
earlier had not fully kicked in and my nerves were on edge. Hurrah it
turned green and I was on my way. I pulled into the parking lot, parked and
locked the car and entered the restaurant.

There he was, just as he promised he would be sitting at a table in the
rear. He was just as he had described himself only much more handsome. He
recognized me as soon as I entered and motioned for me to join him.

I realized there was something that Bob hadn't told me about himself and
that was that he was an amputee. His left leg was missing just above the
knee. This of course made no difference to me but I thought it strange that
he had not mentioned it.

I sat down and a waitress was there almost instantly. We ordered breakfast
and chatted about almost everything. Bob was intelligent, witty, and the
best company I had been in, in ages. We drank coffee and talked long after
we were finished with our meal. I was in heaven. I knew that I was in love
with Bob the moment our eyes met.

"lets go up to my room and relax. We can order more coffee and continue our
conversation there without extra ears listening in."

"It sounds good to me." I said as I handed him his crutch.

We both headed to the elevator, him for his room and for me, paradise.

"Well here it is, my home for the next four days. Won't you step in said
the spider to the fly."

I entered the room and Bob right behind me closing the door and locking
it. I stood there and Bob came up to me and put one hand on my shoulder.

"I'd throw both these arms around you in a big hug, but I'd probably fall
on my ass."

Hearing that statement I put my arms around Bob and gave him the most
passionate kiss I could.

"Your not upset about me missing a few parts?"

"Not as long as you still got the most important ones." I kissed him again.

Bob went over and sat on the bed placing his crutch against the wall.

"Won't you come over and join me? I feel a little lonely over here by
myself.

The second I sat on the bed next to him, we were in each other's arms, our
hands exploring and caressing each other's bodies. The clothes soon
disappeared and we were lying naked on the bed.

I felt his lips kissing my neck an shoulders working their way down to my
chest and my nipples. His tong drew a line from my navel down to my groin
and to my balls. My whole body was now on fire with a passion that I hadn't
felt in such a long, long time.

Our love was so hot and so intense that I wished it could go on forever,
but we both reached climaxes and laid back to rest.

It was early afternoon when I looked at my watch. I knew I had to get
dressed and get home before my wife arrived. I gave Bob another long mouth
searching kiss and bade him my farewells.

"I'll call you tonight my sweet one. I want to be with you every chance I
can get while your in town. I love you."

Bob kissed me one more time and I left for home. What a beautiful day is
today....


(to be continued)


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