Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 16:10:14 +0300
From: natan10@hotmail.com
Subject: Two in Sync

The stories which I write are not always true stories. Actually, they
rarely are. They are entirely fictional. They grew out of a desire to put
down in words many "fantasy dreams" which I have had. I am bisexual,
married and white with two grown children. I love sex with a man and, in my
real world, it is no stranger to me. My stories are intended for mature
eyes only and are always based on male/male relationships. There is no
violence, S&M, bondage, etc. in my works. If you liked the story, let me
know. If you didn't like the story, I would also appreciate a note and an
explanation why ... otherwise, I won't get anywhere, will I? Feel very free
to write me anything you'd like. I look forward to hearing from anyone
interested in responding to these stories. All I am trying to achieve in my
writing is to make you feel good. Really good.

If you want to write me just to "get off", then do so. After all, this is
why we exist and who we are. In my stories 'condoms' do not exist. In our
real world, condoms MUST exist. In our own personal fantasies, however, sex
is idealized the way we would really like it to be - raw skin and no
rubber. But remember: Safe sex must be the only way!

**************

TWO IN SYNC by natan10@hotmail.com

I have come home a little frustrated from a night of cruising around
looking for cock. There was nothing to be found in my regular haunts so I
had become very horny. I have found nothing during the past month as all I
can think about is getting home, going to my computer, logging on to
retrieve my mail and hoping that just maybe I will receive a letter from
you. You write to me almost every day. When I receive your letters, I begin
to fantasize and think about you; about all the things I want to do to your
body and to you, that I get so completely turned on that, in the end, I go
and masturbate.

Actually I should be in bed as it is close to midnight, but I have become
quite anxious ... cannot wait until the morning.

I turn the computer on and wait for the screen to initialize. I click on
the "connect to server" icon and patiently wait for the damned modem.
Always with anticipation, I click the "check mail".  Once again, nothing
this evening. I decide to take a shower and go to bed. I have to be up
early to take the kids to school, so I go to my bedroom and get undressed.
The house is silent as everyone is sleeping except me. I enter the stall
and let the hot water pour all over me. I immediately begin to relax and
feel much better after a full day of working.  On finishing my shower I lie
down in my bed completely naked and begin to fondle myself as I daydream
about you, yet do not try to masturbate. I luxuriate in thoughts about you,
whom I have never met. Perhaps I will get a letter in the morning. Slowly I
unwind even more and fall asleep.

I awake in the morning, refreshed after having a wonderful full night of
sleep and dreams. Everyone has gone off to their different destinations ...
kids to school and wife to work. I make coffee and enter my studio. I go
through my regular ritual. Connect to server. Password. Waiting. I retrieve
my mail. There is a letter from you and so I am ecstatic with joy. I do not
know why I have developed a liking to this sort of communication. It turns
me on more than just going to the park and getting my hard cock sucked.
Perhaps it is the not really knowing you, or perhaps it is the vision of
the unknown and yes, perhaps it is a sense of identity. Who knows? It is a
wonderful feeling.

I read your letter. It's wonderful and exhilarating. I close the computer
as it is late now and I must get to work. I go back to my bedroom and get
undressed to take my morning shower. The house is silent. While showering,
I begin to think about you again, the letter I just received, and my cock
immediately stands at attention and becomes rock-hard. I begin to play with
my cock, lathering soap all over it, my fingers gently teasing my hungry
manhole. This feeling is so wonderful that it is very difficult to
describe. I begin to daydream about you and your letter from this morning
and how much it excited me.

As I am showering, I hear noises coming from outside. I turn the water off,
wrap a towel around my waist, my cock tenting it outward, leaving nothing
to the imagination. I step outside the bathroom and call out to an empty
house. I return to the shower and continue to lather myself, the hot water
feeling so good over my shoulders. I continue to lather, rubbing the soap
all over my continually growing shaft. I begin to masturbate ever so
slowly, luxuriating in the wonderful feeling of cum slowly rising deep in
my balls. I lie down in the bathtub with the water pouring all over me and
close my eyes, while stroking with a very slow rhythm. Without warning, the
curtain is drawn back every so slightly and your face appears. I smile and
cum with a force that I have never seen before, shooting completely over
you, your very naked hard erect body and myself.

The curtain immediately closes.

*************

I really hope you liked what you have read. If you would like to read more,
please write to me and tell me. I shall be happy to oblige if I am able.
natan10@hotmail.com

And don't be afraid to put your own fantasies and feelings down on paper.
It just happens to be wonderful therapy! If you like, you can write your
fantasy and send it off to me. I'd love to read it.