Date: Mon, 06 Apr 1998 08:52:00 +0300
From: natan10@hotmail.com
Subject: Two Destined Souls

Time: 21:00 Monday, April 6, 1998 

TWO DESTINED SOULS by natan10@hotmail.com

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!

natan10@hotmail.com
****TWO DESTINED SOULS  by natan10@hotmail.com
**** TWO DESTINED SOULS****

	"Hello?"
	"Mike, it's Todd. Hi. I was wondering if you wanted to come out for a
while and help me. I gotta go down to Sam's Hardware and pick up a few
things and I know that you always have helped me in the past with this
stuff. You know what a nit I am when it comes to hardware and fixing stuff
and all."
	"Well, Todd. Actually I was just goin' to go and take a shower and sit and
relax for a while, but hey. No problem. Sure. I'll help ya out. What time?"
	"Let's see. I've got to first get the kid's bench downstairs. My wife
asked me to put a load of laundry in ... Mike? I'll pick you up at 3. OK?
	"Sure. Gives me another hour or so to shower. See ya later, pal."

Mike and I have been friends now for only a few months. We had just moved
from the city out to the hill country. We were tired of the way the city
had become more and more crowded. It wasn't safe for our kids anymore.
Hell. A change was good. My profession as a freelance graphic artist comes
in handy anywhere I live. My wife had no problem getting a job. We were
very happy we made the move. I met Mike at the local pub one night when my
wife and I decided to be daring and go out for a drink. Mike had approached
our table and introduced himself saying that he didn't recognize us as from
the area and if we were new residents. From that moment on, we became
friends and Sally, Mike's wife and Jean got along great too. Along with all
the freedoms the town gave us and the fresh air was that the city gave me
also Mike. I am a bisexual and found myself greatly attracted to Mike.
Although I have the distinct impression that he is as straight as they
come. He is the football coach at the local high and he is always `hangin'
out with the guys at the pub. I am a little more shy than that, but I
started to go to the pub frequently just to be near Mike. I have watched
how he sometimes looks at me; however, the topic of our mutual *attraction*
never entered into our conversations. All the same, there was definitely
some sort of attraction between us.

I am not very active in my `alternate' sex life, but I am no stranger to it
at all. I really enjoy being with the right guy. Enjoy is actually an
understatement. There are times when I actually prefer to be with a guy. I
love my wife and yet we have a wonderful relationship. Before we were
married, I had explained to her my mixed sexual feelings and we continued
nonetheless in our relationship. Ours is a very special relationship. We
are both professionals and have our own lives and interests aside from our
mutual family relationship.

With Mike, I had felt this attraction immediately. Even though there were
times when he would be looking at me -- what I had felt was `checking me
over' -- only once did I feel that he was actually attracted to me in the
way which I was hoping, yet we did not discuss it. We broached the topic of
male/male sex only once but it was referring to the gay bars in the city.
And our wives were with us at the same time, so we were hampered a bit in
our discussion. Even so, whenever we were together I would notice a bulge
in his pants.
I finished the laundry and it was nearing 3 so I decided to put my coat on
and head on over to Mike's house. I arrived only a few minutes past our
arranged time.

	"Yo, Mike, are you ready"
	"Sure, let's get outta here." We jumped in the car and headed off. Our
conversation ran a normal day-to-day small talk course. But today, I
noticed that Mike was a little different. His pants seemed tighter and he
was wearing jeans of a sort that I had never seen him in before. He usually
wears jeans of the highest quality. Today, his jeans were old Levi's,
tattered and torn all over. The most interesting tear was in his crotch.
The tear went from his lower inner thigh all the way up to his crotch.
	"Mike? Why did you put on a pair of jeans with all of those tears. Those
are usually what the kids wear today. Although I have to tell you that they
look great on you."
	"Look. I know that we are going to Sam's where all the lumber is and that
place gets disgustingly dirty. So I wore pants to match. Didn't want to
wear my good jeans and destroy them. Anyway, I feel sort of `free' in these."
I noticed that while he was talking, his white briefs were peeking out a
bit from his crotch tear and it looked like he was even semi-erect. We
continued driving for a few minutes and then, all of a sudden, he put his
hand down on his crotch and played with his briefs, apparently rearranging
them.
	"Guess I wore the wrong pair of jeans, Todd. I must've put on a little
weight cause these are getting real uncomfortable in my groin. Do you mind
if I unzip them a bit. Would you feel uncomfortable?"
	"Me? Uncomfortable. Not on your life. Feel free to do whatever you want."
I gazed over at Mike and gave him this fiendish grin. Actually, I was
trying to make a point. Which I think he may have, to my sheer luck and
excitement, understood. He unzipped his pants a bit and I couldn't help
noticing that he definitely DID have a semi-erection. "I see that you
didn't get your morning sex today. You look a bit excited, Mike." We
stopped at a red light.
	"Naw. Sally was great this morning. But she gave me the urge for more."
He proceeded to play a little with his zipper and briefs. What was so unusual
was that he was looking over at me the whole time. I had begun to shake a
little. Anticipation. Excitement. God, I wanted Mike so much. He is not
*sort of*  like my dream man. He IS my type of dream man. I decided to do
something which I had never done before. I took one hand off the steering
wheel and lay it on my thigh. I decided to give him some sign. I rubbed my
thigh a little in what was, what I though, was a very erotic manner. I
wanted him to see so I exaggerated it a bit. It paid off. He was watching me.
	"Ever done it with a guy, Todd? Did you ever go to summer camp and go off
with the guys and jack? I used to do it all the time. Ya know ... in some
sort of way ... it was really fun. We used to jack off into the center of
the campfire and see who shot the furthest. Never thought of doin' it again
as an adult. Wouldn't it be cool to do that sorta thing again."
He slowly began to rub his own thigh. Except that his hand disappeared
inside his torn pant leg and he was apparently rubbing his thigh and balls.
We were moving again and we were nearing Sam's which is near the edge of
the forest surrounding the town. I decided to go for it and turned off the
main road. I turned into the dirt road which leads into the woods.
	"Hey, man. Where ya goin'. Sam's is over back there."
	"Ya know what, Mike. I decided to take you up on your hint. Let's go and
have a jack-off contest. But we gotta get to the spot on the other side of
the woods. It is a little more secluded. I wouldn't want our friends to see
us as adults jackin off together."
We both laughed at that. The car was slowly making its way on the dirt road
that slowly went through the woods. I was totally shocked when, without
warning, Mike's hand sort of roamed over the seat between us and he touched
my leg while I was driving. Mike's hand moved over even more and went to my
crotch. I was reeling with excitement. Could my fantasy be coming true. It
happened all so naturally. I was ecstatic with joy. He was definitely
making a move on me. He was massaging my thigh, very definitely doing what
I thought he was doing. He definitely wanted me. I had a hard time keeping
my eyes on the road. I moved my hand over the seat and onto his thigh.
	"Todd. Ever since we met, you have made signs to me. Don't think that I
didn't notice how you looked at me every time we were together. I felt
something inside of me each and every time you would look that way. Well
... surprise of all surprises. I have been so fucking horny for you and
didn't know exactly how to go about making signs at you. I guess you are
much more comfortable with your feelings.  I guess you don't realize that
this is one of the first opportunities that we have been alone in the car
in a situation like this. We almost always are in public when we are
together. Now we are alone and away from everybody else. I was excited the
whole 2 hours waiting for you to arrive."
	With that, he leaned right over and unzipped my zipper. Mike pulled my
cock out, which at this point was hard as a rock. "I want you to play with
my cock, Mike. But please be careful. I'm driving. You don't want me to go
off the road do you?" He took my cock in his hand and started to play with
it. With his other hand he unzipped his own zipper and somehow got his cock
out. His cock was exactly like mine! Hard as a rock and leaking precum like
crazy.
I grapped it and picked up the precum with my right hand and masssaged it
into his shaft. I was even more surprised when he leaned over and somehow
got his head under my right arm and put it right directly in my crotch. His
mouth covered my cock. I jumped. The car veered only for a second and then
I got back on track. He was making me feel like I hadn't felt in a long
time. His mouth bobbed up and down on my shaft.
	"Todd, I want to pull your pants down more. Keep driving but lift your
body up a bit. I did so, and somehow he was able to get my pants down past
my thighs. He put his arms under my butt and kept bobbing on my cock. "You
taste so good, Todd. God how I have wanted to do this to you.
I told him that I wanted more and more. "Only when you pull over and off
the road, man. Then I'll give you exactly what you have been waiting for.
Come on. Let's pull over and do this right."
	We both were completely excited. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled the
car over and turned off the engine. I didn't waste any time. I leant over
and started to lick him. His precum was delicious and I knew that he was
eating my own flowing precum.
	"Oh, Mike! How much I have wanted this moment to happen. God I have wanted
to suck your cock from the first time I saw you. I would lie in bed next to
Jean after we had sex and then start to daydream about you. I was never
able to cum twice in a span of an hour. But daydreaming about you, I was
able to cum not only one more time ... but twice. I fantasized about you
during the day. All the time. Oh, God, Mike please suck me. I want you so
badly. And I want you to take me. I want to suck you. I want to feel your
body next to mine. I want to finally put my arms around you like in my
dreams and feel your chest. I want to lick you all over."
	We quickly pulled our pants up, took the blanket lying on the back seat,
got out of the car and headed over to the side. We threw the blanket down,
very hastily pulled our clothes off and threw ourselves down on the
blanket, quickly falling into an embrace. Our mouths met instantaneously
and our tongues searched one another in one of the most exciting embraces I
myself had ever been in.
	"Todd! Oh Todd. Yes. I have wanted you equally as much."
 Mike lay on his stomach and pickek his butt up off the ground a bit,
exposing his beautiful pink hole to me. He was glorious. I immediately put
my head down there and my tongue quickly flirted in and out and all around
his manhole. He was writhing. He was moaning. "Todd, that feels so
incredibly good," he said as he threw himself back over on his back and
pulled me down for another quick kiss. He quickly got up on his knees and
his mouth quickly covered my cock again. He was going at it like he hadn't
had sex for a month. He was squirming all over the place.
We got into a 69 position. Our pent-up emotions couldn't hold out. While we
were both sucking on each other, we were able to somehow time ourselves,
pacing our movements together and the rhythm was instinctive. Two souls who
really needed and wanted this more than anything else at that exact moment.
We climaxed ... each of us at the same time. He shot his load in my mouth
as I shot mine in his. We moaned as we sucked the manjuice from each other.
When we were done, we just lay there, spent. We didn't kiss. We just held
each other.
It only took another 15 minutes before we were ready for more. We didn't
even have to promise each other that we would try to do this whenever we
had the chance. We discovered that we were two sex buddies who were
destined to meet. We both desired the same thing. Sex with each other. And
the sex was phenomenal. We were able to make excuses and find ourselves in
solitude with each other at least three times a week. We found each other
after searching for years. Yes ... we became lovers. And yet, we remained
as two couples who mutually enjoyed each other's company. The wives
continued to shop together and joke. Mike and I helped each other with
chores around our homes, the stuff that husbands do. The kids played
together. We went out for picnics, movies ... and when we had the
opportunity ... Mike and I went out for our own mutual `bonding'.

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.
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.