Date: Mon, 05 Mar 2001 16:08:18
From: lyle benton <ben_sc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Miami Heat Part 3

This is another true story about sexual encounters I had with other men as
a result of using the internet.  Also check out my stories callled
"Afternoon Delight "Beginnings and "Wild Weekend" in Encounters/Athletic.

"Miami Heat"
Part 3
ben_sc@hotmail.com


 From time to time during the night one or the other of us would stir and
wake the other and we would exchange sleepy kisses to shoulders, necks,
foreheads or eyelids.

 When the alarm went off, we both got up slowly and went into the
bathroom. One of us brushed our teeth while the other peed, thee we
switched places.  We returned to the bed and fell into each other's arms,
kissing and touching, holding to each other. We made love once again and
then we had to hurry up and shower. We got dressed between kisses and Oscar
got his things together.

   We took the elevator down to the lobby and enjoyed a quiet breakfast
together. Oscar called for a cab and when it got there we had to say good
bye.  The handshake seemed to be so inadequate and inappropriate. I wanted
to hold him and kiss him good-bye. I could see he wanted the same thing,
but it as impossible under the circumstances. He had given me his pager
number and said he would try to arrange to see me again on Saturday
afternoon.

  Sadly I returned to the room and waited for David to come by on his way
to work. Shortly, I heard him knock on the door. I had barely had time to
remove all of the evidence of Oscar's visit. The room (and I) still smelled
of Oscar's cologne (Hugo Boss), but David assumed that it was mine.

  We talked briefly, but I could tell David was (1) looking for some action
and (2) a little short on time. I decided that the best thing for me to do
was to blow him, which I did. Although he wanted me to take his cum in my
mouth, I didn't want to do that. Instead I anticipated his orgasm and
pulled of and let him unload onto his stomach.  I was supposed to see him
after work and I planned on letting him fuck me when he came back. David
had to go and I needed to take a little nap and recuperate from the active
night.

 I slept for 2 hours and then walked to the mall (about a half-mile from
the hotel) and spent a leisurely morning looking around and buying gifts
for my family. See? I'm not a complete shit!  I had lunch in the food court
and returned to my hotel room and called David about 2:00 as he had asked
me to do. He told me that he wouldn't be able to meet me after work, but
would be by to pick me up at about 11:30 on Saturday morning.  Okay,
whatever...

  I spent the afternoon watching stale talk shows and being bored out of my
mind. About 6 o'clock, I was getting hungry and was contemplating what I
wanted to do for dinner. Then I got a phone call from a guy named Joe. I
had corresponded with him via email as well. He had said that he might be
in Miami (he lived in Ft Lauderdale) on Friday night. It turns out that he
was and wanted to know if I'd like some company.  I gave him my room number
and he was there in about 20 minutes.

  Joe was in his late 30's light brown hair, tall-about 6'3" and fairly
effeminate in speech and gestures. He gave me a small stack of gay
periodicals and literature about local gay attractions. I sat on the bed
and he sat in the chair by the table and we talked for a little while. He
asked me if I would like to go to dinner. I accepted (my stomach thought
that my throat had been cut-I was HUNGRY!) He drove us to (where ?)-the
Mall! The same place that I eaten lunch, earlier in the day. He drove
completely around the damned place and finally parked right where he had
first come into the parking lot. We went into The Cheesecake Factory and it
was noisy and crowded.

  He asked for a table in the smoking section (didn't even ASK me!) and we
ordered our meals. I was being kind of conservative with my cash so I
ordered something relatively inexpensive. Joe is one of those "pain-
in-the-ass" restaurant patrons.  "There's not enough ice in my tea,
Sweetie." " I can tell you right now that there is NEARLY enough mayonnaise
on that sandwich." "Where the fuck is she? I need another refill!"

  I guess you can tell I wasn't exactly enamoured with this guy. I wasn't
finished eating yet and fires up a cigarette and blows smoke all over me! I
was ready to get the hell out of there. Joe got the check (I guess he
wasn't ALL bad) and we went back to the hotel. I was in a non-smoking room
(David was very thoughtful about that, so I knew if Joe wanted to come up
and fool around, at least I would be able to breathe. He parked the car and
told me that he was tired and that he had enjoyed meeting me, but he was
going to go on back to Ft. Lauderdale before it got to be too late. It was
about 8:30.

  I was so relieved. Joe was pretty good looking, but "fems" don't "do it "
for me and he must have felt the same things about me. I'm cool. "Thanks
for dinner. It was nice to meet you. Be careful on your way home, ...
Yadda, yadda, yadda. (get the hell out of here before you change your mind,
please!)

I went upstairs and had two phone messages. One from a guy named Alex and
the other from a guy named Josh.  Josh was a married guy who had been
talking with other guys on the internet. I wasn't exactly clear whether or
not he had actually hooked up with anybody, but we were supposed to meet
for a drink and talk, etc. I had missed his only opportunity to get out by
going to dinner with Joe. Oh, well.  Alex had called to say that he was out
with a friend of his all day and would call me when he got back home. I
pulled of my clothes and fell asleep watching TV and wishing Oscar was
there.

More on the way...