Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2020 22:57:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: B Good <frizcotree@aol.com>
Subject: The Writing challenge

The Writing Challenge

There was no escaping from the extreme heat outside. The air-conditioned
office was the only room In the house comfortable enough to spend time
in. The message from the government was clear. During this time everybody
should stay in quarantine and not to go outside. We were all trying to
prevent a virus from spreading, so the best thing to do was stay inside the
house. But the problem was that I was doing that already for quite some
time now.

At this point the office was the only place to be. But I didn't wanted to
pick up some work again. I really needed to unwind. But it had to take
place in my office. So I pulled up my chair and sat behind the desk. I told
myself not to open my laptop. I looked around my desk, took the stress ball
from the desk, squeezed it a few times. It was a gift from my brother. He
always had subtle messages saying I had to release my stress without
actually saying the words. Before I knew it, I had opened my laptop in
front of me. I dropped the stressball on the desk again and decide to check
my mail. It would just take a minute.

Lets be fair, you know how this goes. You think you are just online for a
minute, but there are so many fun things to do on the pc, it always takes
longer. So after 10 minutes surfing the web, I found this website where
people can write each other stories without knowing each other. It was
completely random how two people got connected. And before I knew i made
and account and I was in. There were a few things I should take care of and
of course I had to put in my email. I used my old email account, the one
that I rarely use anymore. I didn't want people all over the world to know
my account.

So, I made a password, pressed enter and it was done. Almost immediately an
email address was shown in my screen. For privacy reason's I can not
include this mail in my story, but I can tell you that it was a weird
one. There was no indication for a name, a location or anything for that
matter. That exact moment my doubts began to rise. What was it what I was
doing? This made no sense! I'm not going to write a message to a complete
stranger... Who is this person, I didn't even knew if this was a male of a
female. I raised my arm to close the laptop when a short beep sounded from
my laptop. It was a message, an email from this weird looking email. Titel;
"who the fuck might you be?"

I closed my laptop. This was not my cup of tea. To hell with it, I'm not
going to write to a stranger. Case closed. I looked at the paining on the
wall. It was a gift for my birthday a few years ago. I remember that I
liked it the moment I saw it. One of my friends told my she had taken the
liberty to paint my personality. I couldn't made head or tails of it, but
still I liked it. She also said the title; hidden diversity.

She explained she thought that I tend to gather friends in my life that are
all alike. I didn't agree at the time, but the painting was so vivid that I
decided to keep it and enjoy it in my own way.

I looked at the closed laptop. The words "who the fuck might you be" were
burning in my mind... there was a person who send me a message. A stranger,
speaking to me. I did not agree with such a title, but I must admit I was
curious about the person who was writing. So raw, such an uncivilized
beginning of a conversation. And yet so sexy. I was puzzled, how could I
find this sexy? I realized at that moment that all the conversations I had
in my lifetime always started in a similar way, always decent, always
correct, never presumptuous, always aligned within the conversation.

I opened the laptop, entered the password and saw the message again in my
screen. I clicked on it. The message opened and I started to read. I will
spare you all the details, but after a few lines I found out that the
person who was writing me was a male, His words made easy sentences and he
sounded somewhat basic. There was little expression in his word. Normally
that bothers me, but his writing was an exception

He used some words that were unfamiliar to me, but with help of the net I
could decipher his message to the fullest meaning. He said he was bored to
the bone and wanted someone to talk to. He was alone and had nobody around
to talk with, to swear with, to fuck with.

I've never in my life met somebody this raw. The language he used was very
different than mine, or what I was used to. But with a little effort I
could tell we were somehow sharing the same experience. We just were
different handling the situation.

I decided to return a message to him. There was nobody else to talk to and
in some weird way I felt connected to the problem he was having. I tried to
compose a nice and friendly reply to him, carefully stepping away from the
risk of commenting him on his use language.

Send.

Suddenly I found myself staring at the screen, waiting for a red dot to
appear in the inbox. I most certainly was not going to wait for him. So I
took some papers out of the drawers for me to read. Although there was only
one page, I could not concentrate on the words I was reading. My eyes moved
from the papers to the screen regularly. Damn it, I was waiting for him to
reply.

Was I this desperate? To wait for a stranger to send..... and there it was,
the red dot. Prove that he was online, prove that he read my message, prove
that he responded. I forgot about my first thoughts and opened his reply.

This time there were more words. He was telling me who he was, where he
came from and a bit of his history. He was a mechanic, specialized in
tuning cars, doing light repairs and dashboard modifications. He worked in
a garage near his home town, but hadn't been to work for weeks now because
of the virus. He had lived with his parents for quite some time and was now
self sufficient and living on his own. He was renting a small apartment but
was very happy with it. He missed working, specially one other mechanic who
had became a friend after some time.

Then he described the fact that his friendship with this fellow became more
than a friendship. They were both alone and helped each other out in
need. There was no shame of any kind when he told me he also fucked him
regularly. He like to fuck, his friend like to be fucked. And this was
their way to release some of the stress they endured during working hours.

I could not believe what I just heard. His guy was trusting me with his
experiences in his sexual life. Without any shame of second thoughts he
described some details of how they fooled around, how they slapped each
other on the ass, how the agreed to just wear the overall, so they could do
a quick one anytime. This guy was really into having sex with his coworker.

At this time, I must admit, I was really turned on. Although I had never
pictured myself having sex in some garage, this guy was making it sound
like it was the only an the most natural way of having a piece of each
other.

I couldn't understand why this made me so horny, but I couldn't care less
at that moment. I wanted to write him back, give him some answer, but also
try to be as forward as I could. I wanted to know more about him.

So I began to write, I admitted to him that he turned me on with his
words. And that this was a new experience to me. But I also wrote that I
liked his style, and that I was curious about him.

Send

Then there was a long wait, it was unbearable. It took a full hour before I
got a reply of him, but what a sweet reply it was. I began to read his
words where he explained that something had come between and that he had to
do something. At that point I did not understand what that meant. He
continued his message. He liked the fact that I got turned on by him. By
his words. Normally people get turned on by his looks he explained, but
this time someone got turned on by his words. And he liked it. So he wanted
to do something for me in return. He ended his message with the word :
"just open the surprise".

I was puzzled again, what surprise, I scrolled down to find nothing
below. What was he trying to say. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that
he had send an attachment with his message. He file was called
"surprise". How did I not see this! He had send me a file and I had no idea
what it was. With great anticipation I opened the file. My videoplayer
opened and the next thing I saw was the start of a video of a hallway. I
saw a door with a lock and on the right there was hanging some long blue
coat. Wait, that was no coat, that was an overall. That was his overall he
used in the garage. Then he stepped into the shot. I saw a good looking guy
in his jeans and t-shirt, walking to the overall. He started to undress in
front of the video, but as if he was changing clothes at work. As if he
wasn't aware of being filmed.  With the greatest ease he kicked out his
boots and pulled his jeans down. He used his feet to get grid of the jeans
that was now laying on the ground on his feet. And with a quick move he
pulled his shirt out. There he was for a short time, standing in his
briefs. In full glory. Not an overly trained body, but still strong and
fit. Just the way you'd image of someone working hard in a garage. And
there was no doubt about it he had a major boner, there was no hiding about
it. But without stopping he continued his act and grabbed the overall. I
was surprised how easily he slipped into his overall. This was evidence
enough for me that this routine was a daily one. He zipped up and adjusted
his crotch somewhat. And then he grabbed his crotch again and squeezed
without hesitation into that cock I saw the contour of moments ago. Al was
done in maybe 20 seconds, but what a glorious second they were.

I was stunned, I was hooked, I forgot about all around me. The only thing
that I could look at was my screen. It felt like something magical had
happened to me. I was dazzled by this guy, turned on in a way I was never
turned on before. I played the video again and decided to grab my own cock
at the same time he did. And again. I don't know how may time I played this
video, but he really got in my head.

If you would ask me in any other circumstances if I also jerked off at the
video I would deny it. But since I'm sharing this story with you and since
you don't know me, I can tell you honestly I did. The thing that turned me
on the most was that he made this video just for me, it was recorded about
20 minutes after my message. So it was his gift to me.

I wanted to send him a message back, but there was no way I could top
this. In no universe could I send him a picture or a video that would have
the same effect. And I knew it. It made it hard for me to reply at his
message. I told him what I though of the video and what I had done with
it. I told him what joy it brought to me and how I enjoyed jerking off at
his video. That I freezed the video to study his pose. Imagining how he
would smell and how that would turn me on even more. I thought this was the
only reply I could give him. I was choosing my words carefully, because I
thought it was important for him to get the right image. Then there was
little time between my sending the message and receiving another one from
him. He said the following:

"Fuck, you made me cum dude. I read your mail and fuck you turned me on
with the things you describe. "Do that again! Send me words where you
describe something like you did before. Or make it a story, make me part of
your story, let me be in it and tell me. Make me believe I'm in my garage,
and you come in. Tell me...Make me cum again..."

He wanted me to write about him. How was it possible that he could be
turned on the same way I was turned on. We mad a connection at that moment,
locked in a strange bond that was taking place thru the internet. We could
me miles apart, but at that moment I've never felt closer to anyone. So I
began to write him a story. It took me half a day to finish it, but when I
did I was very satisfied with it. I wrote that story just for him, and
promised it would stay that way. I will keep my promise, so I cannot share
that one with anyone else.

I could never have imagined that this kind of connection was possible, I
consider myself lucky to have found it. It was the beginning of a strange
and unusual friendship. Little did I know that even more would come out of
it...


Thanks for reading my story. If you have anything you'd like to add to this
story or if you have similar experience yourself? Don't hesitate to let me
know. I love to hear it. You know now that I like to write. Who knows what
happens next?

You can reach me at frizcotree@aol.com, glad to receive YOUR message.
Frizco...