Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2007 17:40:18 -0700
From: aim2pleaseyoupdx@hotmail.com
Subject: It Begins

You pull up outside my house.  I've given you the address and how to find
it.  You get out of your pickup truck and walk up the steps to my front
door.  I've heard you pull up, so I'm downstairs at the front door waiting
for you to knock.  I open the door and let you into the small entryway at
the bottom of the stairs.  I'm wearing short pants, (no underwear), a baggy
shirt with the first few buttons undone showing my chest hair, and am
barefooted.  You are wearing your worn jeans, cowboy boots , an old
t-shirt, leather vest, and leather jacket.  I'm a bit nervous and timid.
You are cocky and self-assured.  The door closes and you take me into your
arms and hold me tight and kiss me deeply -- possessively.  We break and
you tell me to lead the way.

You follow me up the stairs.  We walk through the dining room and enter the
living room.  I close the doors so the dogs won't be in the way.  You toss
your leather jacket on a chair and then take a seat on the couch and pat
the place next to you.  I sit as you have instructed.  You put a strong arm
around my shoulder and pull me tight. Then you turn my head and start
kissing me deeply... again taking ownership.  I respond.  My hand finds its
way to your thigh.  You pick it up with your free hand and place it on your
crotch.  I can feel you hard through the denim.  Your free hand now
unbuttons the next two buttons on my shirt and reaches in to find a tit.
You find it.  Smile wickedly while still kissing me and squeeze my tit.
Gently and first and then so hard I squirm and try to get away.  Your arm
around me keeps me where you want me to be and your mouth keeps mine
occupied.  I just moan.  You know you own me now.

Now you bring me up so I'm straddling you.  You're still kissing me and
your right hand is still working my tit.  Your left hand is now under my
shirt feeling my hairy back.  Slowly it finds its way down and slips under
the waste of my short pants and you start kneading my ass cheeks.  You like
what your feel.

After awhile you let go of my ass and finish taking off my shirt.  You grab
my other tit and by pulling on them both you direct me to the floor on my
knees.  You lift one of your booted feet up to my mouth and I know what to
do.  I start licking and kissing the leather of that boot.  You soon feel
my tongue through the leather.  I then work on the other one.  While I'm
doing this, I take off my short pants so that I'm completely naked.

You pull me back up and we resume making out... HARD.  You are alternating
between working my tits and feeling out my butt.  You push me back to my
knees and you stand up and unbutton your fly, button by button.  You don't
take out your equipment just yet.  You grab the back of my head and force
it to your crotch.  I feel that steel hard tool stretching against the
denim.  I feel it with my cheeks and my forehead and my nose.  You then
take out your cock and hang out your balls.  You order me to take just the
head in my mouth and hold it there.  I do as I'm told.  You slowly ease
your cock into my mouth until the head pops into my throat.  You hold me
there.  Keep holding.  I'm running out of breath.  You don't give a shit.
For the first time in the evening you see my eyes tear up.  You start skull
fucking me.  Slow at first, but then test my limits and pound your cock
into my face as hard as you like to fuck a piece of ass.  All I can see is
the blur of those shiny buttons going back and forth.  You keep it going
for quite awhile and then decide you want to take a little break.  You're
thirsty so you order me to get you something to drink.  (A glass of water,
a beer, whatever) I get up off my knees... my eyes are still watering.  I
walk naked out of the living room, through the dining room and into the
kitchen to get you your drink.

When I get back, you've crossed the room and have sat down in the big
barrel chair in the corner.  It's the perfect size for a man with big
strong thighs to sit back and get blown.  I hand you your drink and you
tell me to get back to where I belong.  I get back on my knees and start on
your boots again.  After a bit you tell me to get up and start blowing you
good.  I do.  I suck on your pole for a long time.  Then you tell me to
climb up and kiss you.  I do. I'm straddled over your hard cock.  You're
playing with my tits and my ass and kissing me hard.  I tease your cock
head with my crack.  After a bit I crawl back to the floor and start
sucking your cock some more.  Then I climb back up and we make out and I
tease your head.

After the third or fourth repeat of this, I'm teasing your slippery
cock-head with my ass.  They are in perfect alignment.  You suddenly thrust
upward, holding me where you want me.  Only your head has penetrated me.
You hold me still. Then you push me down until your balls and the buttons
on your jeans meet up with my ass cheeks.  You sigh.  I sigh.  You get a
wicked smile you your face and kiss me deeply again.  You raise me up just
enough that your head is still in my butt.  You tell me to start fucking
myself with your cock.  I do.  Gladly.

I fuck myself for what seems like 10 or 15 minutes, but I've really lost
track of time.  You pull me off and make me get down and blow you some more
for a couple of minutes.  Then you pull me to my feet and tell me to show
you the attic.  You really want to get down to business... This has all been
foreplay for you.  I lead you through the dining room and through the
kitchen to the back stairway and up the stairs.  There is one bare bulb
burning.  It's all rafters above and a rough wooden floor under foot.  At
the far end of the attic is an old futon with a mattress...