Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 00:33:48 -0500 From: nathan savage Subject: Antonio at Church I saw Antonio from across the room at my first rehearsal. I had already entered and found my place among the Baritones, exchanged as much small talk as I could bear, and relegated myself to what I imagined most others made believe they weren?t doing ? scoping out the men in the room. It was a gay man?s chorus ? and not a good one at that. I am a trained musician years away from the discipline that once knew the harnessing of my talent, and it came to a room full of jovial gay men, most middle-aged, who descend upon this mediocre church weekly to have some camaraderie, and on some other, lower level make some music. The room had some cute men in it ? one guy a few rows before me had the lion?s share of the attention. Young and cut, short cropped hair, well-defined features, slightly built and in a tight sweater, he was the prototypical attention magnet. Something about him bored the shit out of me, and if anything it was my curiosity in this boredom that had me linger on his portrait at all. I may have been third or fourth on that list ? I drew ample attention in the room, and in my customary way I smiled back, innocent and clueless as a way of fending off the cruising eyes. I?m good looking ? a striking face I?ve been told, though my nose is a bit larger than I?d like and my chest a bit too hairy ? nonetheless I knew my position and enjoyed the attention. I have dark brown hair and a good physique, and on this day was dressed in my classic Monday outfit of khakis, weird shoes, and a white button down (the product of too little sleep and a hangover). It?s a classic look ? one I always associate with Paul Newman back in the ?Cat on a Hot Tin Roof Days.? So when Antonio walked in the room I was shaken by how immediately I took interest. He wasn?t necessarily my type ? short, maybe 5?6?, dark skinned and most likely Mexican, with smooth skin and a nice, tight body. His tight white college t-shirt ? Columbia it read ? clung to his body, a modest but toned youth he was. I pinned him as maybe 23. I?m not usually into the younger set, being 30 myself, and so when my dick jumped at seeing him I knew something strange, cosmic, unexplainable ? or just plain sexual ? was in the mix. He looked at me. I looked right away. He noticed, and snuck back a glance (which I saw out of the corner of my left eye). His face was reminiscent of a sly fox ? something angular and pointed about his bone structure ? and his eyes lit with a mischievous energy that sought compliment in his grin. Sincere, though sexy as hell. I checked him out through slight glances, trying my best not to be overt. His eyes caught mine again and my dick grew harder. Thin khakis pants, requiring of an obvious adjustment, and in this room, several people understood. Nothing like being among a bunch of gay men who have years of cruising and sexual observation under their belts. We sang through some songs, during which I somehow kept my concentration while running my head through the options. This is not why I came ? I came for friendship and music making. It had been 6 months since I split with my partner of several years, and it was time I got out and make some new connections. I wanted to stay away from sex as an overt tool for engaging people, as it never went anywhere. But Antonio, he struck me. During the break, I made a point to circle the room and introduce myself around. Though I feigned interest in meeting people, the whole gesture fell short of the genuine as I tracked my way to Antonio slowly but surely. I walked up and introduced myself, interrupting conversation. ?Michael? ?Oh, hey ? Antonio?and this is Murray? The guy he was with smiled, and I smiled back, returning to Antonio?s smile. ?Good name, Antonio. Need to remember that ? I?m not great with names. People tell me you should jump up and down and scream when you meet someone so their name will be burned on their memory.? Antonio smirked, looked around, and did just that. He grabbed my shoulders, jumped up and down, and screamed ?Antonio! Antonio!? On his way back to normality he broke into laughter, and as I looked around to mild reaction I realized just how nice a room of gay men ? with high tolerance for drama ? can be. I also got a hold of Antonio?s arms, strong and lean ? and felt my dick jump again. This guy just radiated whatever I needed. We chatted briefly on the way back to rehearsal. Through the end of rehearsal I dreamt of getting back home to jerk off to thoughts of this boy. Little did I know that I?d get the chance of a fantasy earlier than that. When the crowd dispersed at the end of the rehearsal, I went to leave the small church and passed into the hallway toward the bathroom. I sensed someone?s presence behind me, and turned to see Antonio coming my way. His eyes had that devilishness to them, and as I cocked my head and squinted my eyes to form a face as if to ask ?what exactly is that look for?? he passed me and walked further down the hallway, which was dark at the end. I watched him pass, his nice, shapely butt shifting slightly back and forth in his jeans, and just as I thought my glance lingered too long, he turned his head and glanced back, jerking his head, asking me to join him. Now my head said no, but I only realized this after I began walking. What followed was the most intense and visceral sexual experience I have had in years. I walked down the hall, turned down a small corridor, and saw Antonio slip into a small room. I walked to the door, saw that it was a janitor?s closet, and shook my head in disbelief as yet again my head followed short of my actions. I was in the room, small, moist and smelling of cleaning fluid, and as I reached out my hand it met Antonio?s chest, his arms over his head as he tore off his t-shirt. I grabbed him by the shoulders and drew him to me, our lips meeting in a violent clash of breath, and shuddered as my entire body drew him in, his breath masculine and hot. Both of us immediately let out moans of distinct and unruly pleasure, and as I grabbed his waist and drew our crotches together, both instantly filled with hard cocks, the sensation of pleasure overtook me and I arched my back and moaned as Antonio kiss my neck and grabbed my shirt. He broke the fucking buttons! I remember thinking as Antonio ripped apart my shirt. He ran his fingers down my hairy chest, catching my nipples in an ecstatic gasp, and my legs nearly collapsed as his hands grabbed the rim of my pants, fished open the belt, and opened my pants to partially free up the tent in my boxer briefs. ?Jesus, what are we d?.? ?shhhhh?just let me. I want you to fuck me, and I want it now. Just do as I say.? My senses got the best of me, and I didn?t protest. There was something hot about this young boy, sure of what he wanted, telling me how it was. It was dominant and submissive at the same time. I would allow him his fantasy ? and he?d give me a new one in return. Antonio slipped my boxer briefs over my hard cock, let my pants slip down my legs, and unbuttoned his jeans to reveal his own hard erection. He stepped out of his jeans and underwear and held to my shoulders as he hoisted himself up onto the shelf behind us. Propping his legs up on the shelf as well, so that his ass was in front of me, his legs spread wide and resting on the shelf, he looked at me with the most wild and frantic sexual glance I?d ever seen. Just at this moment he reached down and grabbed my hard dick. At 7 inches, I was proud of my cock, which throbbed in his hand. He drew his hand up my cock, his thumb rubbing up my vein, and as he did this I moaned and shuddered as he extracted an enormous amount of pre cum from the tip of my cock. What he did next with it made me so hot I almost could have cum right in his hand. With the pre cum in a pool in his hand, he took his two main fingers and moved them to his asshole, puckering right in front of my midsection. The light was dim, but nonetheless I could see his features. He then spread his asshole with his lubed fingers, my precum dripping from them, and lubed himself up, slipping both fingers inside himself as he arched his head back and groaned. I looked down at his own hard dick as it twitched, and knew that he was ready for me. He then turned to his dick. Making the same move as with mine, Antonio drained the pre cum from his slit and spread his fist around to lube up his palm. He then took my dick in his hand, stroked it back and forth several times, and spread the pre cum over the entire shaft. I looked him deep in the eyes, as he guided my cock to his asshole. As the tip of my cock reached the entrance to his anus, I held the stare as I leaned in and kissed Antonio deeply. I closed my eyes and held the kiss as I moved my midsection slowly forward, entering Antonio slowly as he groaned in both pleasure and pain. Antonio grabbed my ass from behind as the majority of my 7 inches slid in side him. His ass was so tight and hot, I wasn?t sure how long I could last. As I entered him fully, I stayed there and opened my eyes to find Antonio?s eyes closed, head arched back, and mouth wide open. He was in a completely other world. And I wanted to join him. I closed my eyes, grabbed Antonio?s ass cheeks, and as he had his hands on mine to, I began to rock back and forth, sliding in and out of his tight hole in rhythm with both our breathing. My entire body was filled with pleasure, as Antonio met my movements with counter movements ? my dick sliding inside him as he pushed toward me, my dick finding all positions within him. I was so hot after a few moments of this that I knew I wouldn?t last. His breathing increased its pace and his gasps grew louder, and I knew he was close. Just then Antonio opened his eyes and stopped moving. He held me in place, too, and shot me a serious look that said ?don?t move.? I wasn?t sure what was happening, but soon understood. As we were both about to cum, Antonio stopped our movement, my dick deep inside his asshole, and shocked me into prolonging my orgasm. As I understood, I just held position, every cell in my body telling me to push on, to shoot my load inside this hot boy. Our eyes held position, our bodies rigid, our breathing ever faster. The temptation to pull out and thrust back in was unbearable, but sweetly erotic at the same time. Finally I sensed contractions deep inside Antonio, as I felt the very base of his cock begin to pump against my own dick buried deep within him, and at that Antonio let out a gasp of air I will never forget. He then started moving wildly, grabbing his dick in his hand, and moved his midsection violently against the cock in his anus. My dick slid out, then in, and as Antonio buried his head in my shoulder his cock, stroking in his hand, spurt with the most energetic cumshot I have ever seen. His cum shot up to my chest, and I could take no more. My back arched back once more as I prepared my final thrust, and in my dick shot to the depths of his ass, sending the first shot of my cum deep inside him. I was uncontrollable as I pumped deeper and deeper into him. It was only on my tenth or eleventh thrust that I realized how much noise we were making. Both our bodies shuddered as we calmed down, my dick still hard as a rock inside him. Our sweaty bodies clung to each other. We had made quite a mess. Thankfully we were in a janitor?s closet. The products we needed were there. Antonio pulled back from our embrace and stared in my eyes. ?Uh, never before. I swear. Never that hot.?