Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2002 14:27:04 -0400
From: qtpieboi@hotmail.com
Subject: Sexy Erik, Part One

This story involves gay (M/M) relations (eventually sex too). If that
offends you, or if you under age, please leave now. Otherwise, know this:
This is a work of fiction, have fun, and I love comments!
qtpieboi@hotmail.com


Erik-how I longed to see the face that the name went with. I met him online.
He seemed nice enough. Funny, smart, seemed like he would be sexy as hell.
His little webcam pic he sent me proved me right. He was sexy. Now I wanted
to see his WHOLE body. His  6 foot, 200 pound hunk of man-meat. I could just
taste those lips now.........mmmmm.

We agreed to meet at a mall, in case one of us was a freak. He brought a
girl friend, I brought a body-guard type friend. I wasn't taking any
chances. I walked into the mall food court and immediately spotted him. He
was sitting with a pretty girl, drinking a Code Red Mountain Dew. Good
choice, lots of energy stored in that small 20 oz. bottle. I walked up
slowly behind him, motioning for his friend to keep quiet. She knew who I
was. She had seen my pics. I walked up behind him and kissed his neck,
whispering in his ear "God you are sexy". He reached up behind him and
kissed my lips for the first time. Lord was it heavenly. His lips were soft,
yet firm. Then I felt his tongue lick my lips. I parted my mouth to allow
access by his tongue. It explored my mouth for what seemed like eternity
before we broke the kiss.

I sat down next to him and said hi. He kissed my cheek and said "hi" as
well. We chatted for a bit. When we both realized that neither of us was an
axe-murderer, we dismissed our "body-guards". We sat and talked a bit more,
breaking every once and a while to take in another breath-taking kiss. I
wanted his body, and I wanted it now. He was wearing a tight shirt,
accentuating his sexy torso, and he was wearing these tight, leather-looking
pants, and I noticed that the bulge grew every time we kissed. Oh, he was
just as ready as I was, but I wanted to prolong it. We walked through the
mall, hand in hand, just talking about shit. Every once and a while, I would
hold onto his ass, he would grab my crotch. We didn't care what other people
saw. We wanted eachother, sexually, and we didn't care who knew it.

Later that day we decided to part for a few hours, and get ready for dinner.
I was making dinner, at my place, so I needed to get ready. A nice steak and
potato (hmm, steak-maybe a foreshadowing of what was to happen later that
night...he HAD requested it, you know). The dinner was romantic, lighted
candles, incense. I could tell he was getting nervous, because he stopped
eating and talking. "Time to make my move" I thought to myself. So I walked
over to his chair and sat in his lap, kissing him deeply, this time
exploring HIS mouth with MY tongue. What was poking my in my ass indicated
that he was completely sexed up, and wanted me as much as I wanted him. So I
grabbed his hand and lead him to the bedroom, pushing him down on the bed.
As I climbed on top of him, he wrapped his legs around me, and I began to
kiss my way down his body, bit by bit...

TO BE CONTINUED