Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2006 10:20:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: ramblingirl67@yahoo.com
Subject: Mike and Alex part 1

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Let me introduce myself, I'm Mike, im 35 years old, I'm gay, I have brown
hair, hazel eyes, and physically, I look pretty good.  I'm 6'1, 180 pounds,
I don't exercise, but I'm one of the lucky ones that don't have to, no
matter what I eat or drink, my size pretty much stays the same.

I have this thing for soft men.  I don't mean effeminate, or grossly fat
guys, but I like men with a little flesh on their bodies.  I want a man who
has at least a bit of man boobs, and who feels soft when he's under me or
on me.  I also want a man, not a guy who wants to be a girl or a man who
wishes he didn't have a cock.  I want a man whose totally comfortable being
gay, and who will explore with me.

It's been five years today, and I've planned an evening I know he'll never
forget.  That morning, I kissed him and sent him out of the house so I
could get busy.  Now in the quiet morning light, sipping coffee, I let my
mind drift back to when it all started.

At that point in my life I was bored, pure and simple.  Although I was
always partying, fucking and sucking, I was still bored.  I was tired of
the same routine, tired of the one night stands, but I couldn't figure out
exactly what I was looking for.  I decided to run down the road for a
drink.  In truth, I just needed to get out of the house.  That night,
sitting at the bar sipping a beer and downing a shot, in he walked.  Little
did I know that after that night, my life would never be the same.

I was instantly drawn to him, he was gorgeous.  He sat down at the bar, a
couple stools down from me and ordered a beer.  He was alone and so far, he
hadn't spoken to anyone.  I at least assumed he was gay considering I was
in a gay bar.  It was quiet that night, but then, it was Monday, not a
night a lot of people are out.  Finally, after about 30 minutes, I offered
a hello, and we started chatting.  Talking about things people normally
talk about, jobs, our day, things we enjoyed.  His name was Alex, he was
about 5'9, 200 pounds, beautiful blue eyes, coal black hair, and this
smile, damn what a smile he had.  It amazed me when I looked at my watch
and noticed that we'd been talking 2 hours.  During that time, we moved so
that we were next to each other, and every now and again, I'd rub his leg,
or touch the hair at the back of his neck.  I didn't want to move too fast,
but I sure wanted to fuck that beautiful bubble butt of his.  We talked
more, drank more, and then I just couldn't wait any longer, I kissed him.
That kiss totally took my breath away, he was hungry, and he wanted me as
much as I wanted him.  I broke the kiss, looked directly into his eyes, and
asked him to come home with me.  Breathlessly, he agreed.  I grabbed his
hand, we walked out to the parking lot, and I told him just to leave his
car, I'd bring him back to get it later.

The ride from the bar to my house is a short one, which is part of why I
enjoyed going to the place so often.  If I had too much to drink, it only
took me five minutes to get home.  Once there, I unlocked the door, and we
walked in, wanting, needing, hard and hot.  I locked the door, poured us
both a beer, and we sat down for a while.  I truly wanted to fuck his
brains out right then and there, but I wanted to know more about him first.
I remember thinking how odd it was to actually want to find out about the
guy I was getting ready to fuck, but then, somehow I knew this wasn't going
to be an average fuck.  As we sat there talking, I couldn't keep my hands
off of him, I rubbed the back of his neck, his shoulder, his cheek, and I
knew how hard he was from the bulge in his pants.  I was struggling to keep
my own cock from getting too hard so I could last a while once we got
started.  Finally, I couldn't wait anymore.  I took the beer from his hand,
unbuttoned his shirt, brought him to me, straddling my hips, and started
kissing him.  Deep long strokes of our tongues that left us both
breathless.  I went from his lips to his nipples then back to his lips.  He
had the longest nipples.  I sucked and nibbled them, taking my time, and
turning him on even more.  So much so that he began grinding his ass onto
my cock.  I moved him, took him by the hand and led him to my bed.  God I
thought, he is so beautiful.  Slowly I removed his shirt, his shoes, his
pants and his boxers.  He had an amazing cock, rock hard and about 8 inches
long, dripping copious amounts of pre cum, and he had a huge ball sack, it
hung so low and was so sexy.  I told him to get on the bed, and then I
slowly took off my own clothes.  Naked, he finally got a look at my cock.
It was 12 inches, thick, hard, and I wanted so badly to fuck him, but I
knew I wanted it slow, I wanted it to last, and I wanted him again, even
before I had him.  I crawled into bed next to him, brought him toward me,
and once again started kissing him.  His cock was so hard and so hot, that
it almost burned mine as they touched.  I kissed more, sucked those
luscious nipples, bit them, teased and generally drove him insane with
lust.  Finally, I turned him over, put a pillow under his belly, opened up
those ass mounds, and began making love to his asshole with my tongue.  He
tasted so good, I licked and sucked and licked more until he was almost
crying in need for me.  I just wanted to taste him, completely and totally.
Finally, after 45 minutes of tonguing and fingering loving his hole, I
removed the pillow, turned him over, looked him straight in the eyes and
asked him if he was ready.  He was near tears as he nodded yes, he was
beside himself, and was in pain with his desire.  I got out the lube,
greased up his hole and my cock, and very very slowly started working just
the head in.  I was big, and I knew I would hurt him, but I would do it
with care and patience.  The head slipped in and he gasped.  I know its big
baby, its ok I said, I'll go slow.  I started kissing him again and nudged
just a little more of my 12 inches into him.  I felt him suck in air as I
stretched his hole.  I soothed, cooed, caressed, and slowly work my entire
shaft into his hot, tight asshole.  When he finally felt my balls touch his
ass, he looked at me and said, Mike, I'm so full, and you feel so good
inside of me, please fuck me, please.  I raised his knees with my hands to
open him more, and began a slow fuck of his hole, never taking my eyes off
of him.  I was taking my time, filling him up with each stroke.  He had
such a tight asshole.  He put his hand under his knees, opened himself
totally, and asked me to fuck him harder.  I had no problem with that.  I
pulled my cock almost completely out of that hot fuck hole and then slammed
it back in.  He screamed, and then asked for more.  That's all it took.  I
was a man possessed.  I fucked him harder and harder, totally getting off
on his screams, the tears, and the begging.  No matter how big I was or how
hard I fucked him, he kept asking for it harder, deeper, more of it,
faster.  I knew I was hurting him, but he didn't seem to care, even tho he
was crying, he couldn't seem to get it hard enough.  He reached for his
cock, but I grabbed his hand and told him no.  I wanted to make him cum
when I was ready.  He removed his hand and begged me more, pleaded with me
to hurt him, fuck him harder.  I pulled all the way out, turned him over
and shoved my 12 inch piece of meat back into the hilt in one push.  Again
he screamed, and again I grinned.  I loved making a man scream.  I grabbed
his hips and mercilessly fucked him.  I opened up his ass cheeks wide so I
could see my cock ramming in and out and see his ass grabbing me.  Finally,
after an hour of ramming that hole, he began begging me to stop, telling me
his ass hurt.  I wasn't ready to cum yet, I just continued to pound him.  I
felt his ass beginning to grab my cock, I knew he was close and he was
grabbing me so tightly that I knew I wouldn't last much longer.  I began
pounding him even harder, he screamed through his tears that he was going
to cum, at nearly the same time, I let go with the biggest load of cum I'd
ever produced, and pounded it deep in his hole.  I felt his cum splatter my
chest as he too finally found relief.  I leaned over him, breathing hard,
as was he, and slowly we came back down together.  I didn't pull my cock
out right away, I wanted to feel it go soft inside him and I wanted to keep
my cum in him as long as I could.  Finally I pulled my now flaccid cock out
of his well fucked hole.  I pulled him toward me, kissed him, and we fell
asleep.