Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2007 02:17:22 EST
From: Megadinero@yahoo.com
Subject: My First Meeting with Patrick

My First Meeting with Patrick
by Ronnie Andrews


I was sitting at the bar waiting for my blind date.  We chatted online a
few time and then arraigned to meet in a place called "Blazen Sports Bar"
about half way between us.  He was a guy who I have been writing to for
months after meeting at an online meeting site.  The site was a gay and
bi meeting site.   I had never heard about the site before but their ad
appeared in my mailbox.  I loved the way it described meeting guys in
your area.  I have tried other ways to find guys, like using Craigslist,
but have never met a guy I felt comfortable or safe with.  Now that I
think about it the name "Craigslist" has a whole new meaning when you are
in the M4M section since republican Senator Larry Craig wanted to suck
cock in a Minneapolis airport.  

I ordered another drink.  I knew I was early to the sports bar but I was
anxious.  I had to meet him.  I had to meet Patrick.  We had talked or
written letters dozens of times to each other especially in the past two
months. I just loved the way he talked.  I loved his laid back attitude
about life.  I could tell he was intelligent by they way his level of
articulation he showed in his responses to my mail.  He always mentioned
something in my last letter to let me know he was thinking of what I was
saying to him.  I like that in a guy. I like that in anyone.  I could
tell Patrick was thoughtful and kind.  That is such a beautiful trait in
someone else.  When I talked with him I always felt so close with him.  
I never felt inhibited or awkward talking with Patrick.  I felt like I
could be myself.  I felt I could tell him anything and he would be a
wonderful listener. 

It was now just ten minutes till five and I knew I would soon see Patrick
for the first time.  I was getting more and more excited. I was also
getting more scared.  I thought, what if he doesn't like the way I look. 
Will I have to watch as he looks for a way to back out of our date by
saying he has something else to do?  I took a sip of my beer and turned
my head from side to side.  The bar was packed with guys.  It was obvious
a lot were lovers but most looked like guys who just needed other guys. 
I imagined that almost all of the guys here tonight would be leaving with
someone to have sex with.  I was one of those guys and I was looking for
a man alright, I was looking for Patrick.

I swiveled my stool at the bar from side to side.  When I went to my left
I could see the front door.  The bar was dimly lit, but the entrance was
lit up very well.  I guess they wanted to closely check out each person
entering the bar to make sure he was over 18. 

Guys straggled in, some couples, but most were singles.  I was getting a
lot calmer about meeting Patrick.  I thought of all the time we talked on
the phone and how we loved sharing laughs and intimate thoughts with each
other.  I hoped he would like the way I looked but then thought if he
didn't like my appearance we could at least become friends.

A few more sips of my beer and I heard the door open.  I looked to my
left and there was a guy wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and tennis
shoes.  I knew he was Patrick.   When we talked on the phone I told him I
would be wearing a brown safari shirt, khaki shorts and tennis shoes. 
Since the bar was mostly in the dark I knew that Patrick couldn't see me,
but I could sure see him.

And boy did I look at him.  I loved the way he walked.  The way he moved
his legs as he walked.  He turned the corner and headed toward the bar.  
I looked down and watched his crotch as he walked.  I could visualize his
cock moving inside of his jeans.  I thought about his cock nestled in a
thick patch of beautiful pubic hair. 

As I was dreaming of burying my face in his crotch I heard a voice say
"Hi, are you Ronnie?"  I had let my mind wander so much that when his
voice shook me back to reality I suddenly looked up and thought to myself
"oh god this guy is beautiful!"    I was still speechless when he asked
me again "Are you Ronnie?".    I quickly came back to the present and
told him "Hi Patrick, wow, you look so nice!"  "Great to finally meet
you!".  Patrick smiled and he extended his hand.  I took it in my right
hand and we shook.   It felt nice touching Patrick's skin for the first
time.  As I withdrew my hand it felt tingly.  I somehow felt electricity
from his hand touching mine.

I knew at that moment that I wanted him.  I wanted to make love with
him.  I wanted to do everything two guys could do with each other, but
this time only with Patrick.   I turned to the bartender and ordered two
drinks, one for Patrick and the other for myself. 

He pulled up the chair next to me and we talked.  We had so much in
common.  We talked about how much we loved watching the stars at night. 
We talked about how nice it was to be in nature.  I had already undressed
Patrick a dozen times in my mind in the past ten minutes as we talked and
imagined us under the stars making love with each other. 

I imagined every erotic thing I could, visualizing being with him through
an entire night.  I knew I could remain nestled between his legs for days
at a time licking his thighs, then his balls, and finally his cock.  I
could imagine my face buried in his crotch with a thigh touching one of
my cheeks and his balls against the other cheek.  I imagined breathing in
deeply and becoming so aroused by Patrick's manly scent.

I was intoxicated, not by the beer, but by Patrick.  I said "Hi Patrick,
it's really nice to meet you".   He told me "It's nice to meet you too
Ronnie."  

We had another set of drinks together and both of us were starting to
feel a little buzzed.   We got silly with each other, playing and having
a good time.   We said a lot of nonsensical stuff and even talked about
our most erotic fantasies.   It was so much fun talking with Patrick.  I
didn't want this moment to end.  I loved listening to what he said.  I
loved his voice.  It was a voice which soothed my being.  I felt so
comfortable with him.  I felt at home.   And that is nice feeling to
have.

I knew I wanted to ask him if he would go home with me tonight but I
didn't want to be too pushy.  I also feared being rejected.  I felt I had
already invested so many fantasies and dreams about him that I didn't
want to lose him even before I got to show him who I was as a person, and
how good of a lover I could be for him.

We talked through another round of drinks and he then told me "Ronnie,
would you like to come to my place to watch TV?"   I was stunned out of
my dreams of being with Patrick with the wonderful news from his voice
beckoning me to his home.  I went from one dream to another dream within
seconds. 

I eagerly told Patrick "Yes!!!"  "I would love to come over!"   We didn't
want to waste our beers so we quickly finished them off.  As we sat our
bottles down on the bar we both got up and walked with each other toward
the door. 

He went first which allowed me to watch his butt move from side to side
as he walked.  What an ass he had.  Just watching his cheeks move caused
me to get hard.  I followed him through the door and into the dark
parking lot.  Patrick turned and said "Would you like to ride in my
car?"  I said "Sure", so I followed him to his car.  He had a convertible
and as he got in I got in the other seat. 

As soon as he started the car, backed up, and started to move forward I
reached my hand over to his crotch and just laid it there.  I wanted him
to feel comfortable.  I wanted him to feel my hand on his crotch. 
Patrick took away any fears I may have had about being too forward by
immediately putting his hand on top of mine.

Within seconds I felt his crotch begin to swell.  I ran my fingers over
his bulge.  As I did his cock grew and grew.  My hand could now firmly
hold the growing bulge and I stroked it slowly.  I ran my fingers from
the base of his cock to its tip.  I lightly ran the tips of my fingers on
the jeans just above his cockhead. 

Patrick kept driving toward his house, but I didn't even watch where we
were going because my entire being was focused on Patrick's cock.  After
fondling him for what seemed like a second Patrick told me "We're
here".   We came to a complete stop and Patrick said "Follow me".   I got
out when Patrick did and we walked down a walkway to the first
stairwell.   I followed Patrick upstairs and again watched his butt
cheeks shift from side to side as he walked up the steps.

It was an awesome sight.  I could imagine my tongue lapping all over his
ass.  We got to his door and he pulled out his keys.  He opened the door
and said "Come in".  it was all dark but he hit a switch which turned the
entire apartment a soft blue feel.  Every light in his place was blue. 

I thought how erotic it was to be in such a room  Everything was a shade
of blue, even Patrick.  He walked to his bedroom and beckoned me to
follow.  I certainly didn't put up any resistance and followed him
instinctively.  I looked in and he had a king sized waterbed.  On both
sides of the bed were blue lamps which emitted a light glow over the
bed.  The comforter was pure white and the pillows were pure white.

Patrick stood on one side of the bed as I stood on the other.  I watched
as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, purposely erotic, enticing my
every sense.  I was mesmerized by the seductive withdrawal of his shirt
from his body.  My hard cock began throbbing harder and harder. 

When Patrick got to his pants he paused with his hands on the top of his
jeans.  His fingers moved on the top button of his jeans and the button
suddenly became free.  I could tell he was wearing no underware.  When
his top button opened it revealed his beautiful brown pubes.  He slowly
unzipped his pants until the zipper was at the bottom.  He then opened
his pants and showed me his entire cock.  It was half hard and as my eyes
fixated on it my mouth began to drool.

Patrick put his right hand in his fly and pulled his cock completely
out.  He gave it a few strokes but even though it was just half hard a
droplet of precum formed on its tip.  It looked so pure, like an
exquisite diamond, only more valuable than any object.  Patrick's precum
was priceless.  Each drop of his precum was a crystal clear drop of pure
love. 

I knew I just had to have it so I slithered across the bed until my head
was right in front of his cock.  Patrick kept slowly jacking his cock as
my eyes became fixated on his cockhead and the drooling precum that was
oozing out with every stroke.

I could no longer resist the temptation and leaned forward opening my
mouth and engulfing Patrick's cockhead.  My tongue tip flattened over his
cockhead causing his precum to squish exciting all of my tastebuds.  I
become alive.  My mouth become just an instrument of pleasure for his
marvelous cock.  Patrick thrusted his pelvis toward my face as my mouth
accepted his thrusts and withdrawals.  My lips became firmly wrapped
around his shaft.  On each inward thrust my lips moved in, and on each
pull of his cock out of my mouth my lips are forced out.  My mouth became
nothing but a cunt for him, for Patrick, my lover. 

My mouth is just a pussy without hair.  But it has something a pussy
doesn't have, a tongue to lap at the invading spear of pleasure with
every thrust, with every intrusion.  I feel so alive with each of his
thrusts.  I am 'one' with his cock.  We are together, mating in a ritual
as old as time.  My entire being spans the entire course of my species as
I become the same as the first man who sucked on a cock.  I feel what it
must have felt to the world's first cocksucker.   Even though thousands
of years have passed since a man first sucked another's cock I was now a
member of a fraternity as old as man himself.

Cavemen sucked cock openly and without shame.  Entire tribes stopped
everything they were doing and sucked cocks several times a day.  There
were no such things as morals or standards in which one segment of
society judges and restricts other parts of society. Things like shame
and embarrassment did not exist.  Pleasuring others with your mouth,
letting others suck on your cock, or fucking another man's ass are all
that existed.  While hard cocks were abundant and waiting, mouths thirsty
for cum were even more abundant. 

I knew I was performing the same act as ancient cavemen performed.  I was
sucking cock.  I was being face fucked by a grunting beast wanting to
pleasure himself inside of my oral pussy.

I reached up with my hands and grabbed his asscheeks.  I pulled his
crotch and his cock toward me with every thrust of his cock.  We were in
a perfect rhythm as old as time itself.  He reached down and held my head
in his hands.  He moved my head to exactly the place which would give him
the most pleasure.  My head was his.  My mouth was his. 

I wanted him to shoot his load into my mouth.  I needed Patrick to plunge
his cock as deep as he could into my mouth and then feel his cock spasm. 
I thought "Oh Patrick, give me your juice".   I needed him to fill my
mouth with his delicious male nectar. My eyes were closed to feel every
physical sensation from Patrick's thrusting cock.  Lips wrapped tightly
around cock.  His cock thrusting through my lips and into my mouth.  My
tongue waited and became alive with each invasion of his cock in my
mouth.  The mating of my tongue with the underside of his cock was
exquisite.  His cock slid over the entire length of my tongue all the way
to the entrance to my throat. 

Patrick's thrusts quickened.   My senses neared ecstasy.  The combination
of lips and tongue working as a team to coax out as much cum from
Patrick's balls is too much for him to resist.  His cock starts to
pulsate.  Throb after throb.  I feel his cock swell and rhythmically
start to spew its delicious sperm all through my mouth.  The first blast
sprays against the tip of my tongue and then fans out all over the
insides of my mouth. 

I push my head forward taking his entire cock into my mouth until his
cockhead became wedged inside of my throat.  He blasted another volley of
sperm, this one going directly down my throat.   I feel it slide down and
into my stomach.  I pulled my head back and he hit my throat with another
blast of sperm.  Blast after blast shoots out and I eagerly swallow every
drop with such passion and lust I thought of nothing else. 

I am in heaven.  Patrick's magical cock has spewed out stream after
stream of his hot, delicious cum into my mouth.   And with each stream of
cum I eagerly swallow and swallow and swallow.   I so want to eat
Patrick's sperm to the last drop.  I use my hand to encircle his cock at
its base and slowly jack out one more large bead of cum.  Oh yesss.  As
my hand slides close to his cock's crown a huge droplet of his sperm
appears.  I lean my head down I lap all around Patrick's cockhead.  It
twtiches as my tongue runs around its ridge.  After my tongue circles his
cockhead several times I open my mouth wide and engulf his head.  The tip
of my tongue rests against the cum on his cockhead.  I taste him, the
essence of his being, his sperm.  I become intoxicated with the scent of
Patrick's body and his cum invadijng my every sense.  I move my tongue
and lap at the cum, and then using the tip of my tongue I move his tasty
treasure of male juice all over the insides of my mouth.  I know I want
more.  I have to have more. 

I take my mouth off of Patrick's cock long enough to tell him, "I love
you".  He pushes his cock back into my mouth and he gets hard again.  We
continue this ritual of love over and over again for hours.  After
Patrick shoots his fourth load of cum into my mouth and down my throat he
falls into a fetus position and I move behind him.  While he gently
drifts off to sleep I slowly enter his ass with my cock and fuck him for
an hour.  With every thrust of my cock he moves his ass back to meet me. 
Ahhhh, such a wonderful feeling.  His ass muscles are sucking at my
cock.  His ass craves my cum.   I start to pulsate and shove my cock as
deep into his ass as I can.   Blast after blast of my cum sprays into
Patrick's tight ass.  His ass pushes back as hard as he can to allow full
penetration of my cock.  Patrick feels my cock deep within him, pulsating
and spraying cum.  I know he feels so complete in knowing that he has my
sperm deep within his body. 

Patrick and I are linked with my cock deep in his ass.  We are 'one'.  We
are a single being living as one, linked in the most primal of rituals
known to man.  My hand rests on the top of his waist as I cuddle behind
him.  My cock is being lovingly held tightly deep within Patrick's ass. 
We both drift off to sleep completely at peace and completely united just
as the first two men did thousands of years before.


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