Date: Fri, 11 Dec 2020 15:33:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: Mr '86' and Me

This is a fictional story about this gorgeous man I had met on the
Internet some time back. His name is Fran Dillon. He is from Spain. I
mean a real luscious, rugged all male Spaniard. I mean he oozes
sexuality. Body, cock smoldering looks
I have chatted with this hunk online. But thats it. And as he lives in
Spain any chance if my meeting him in real are slim to none.
So this is only for a fantastic 'what if'. To you Mr Dullon
To everyone else. Enjoy.

Mr '86' and Me (1)


... "Oh Fran" I sighed as i lay there

I had just had smoldering hot sex with this Spanish God. He had slammed
his big hard uncut Latin dick into my guts. Plowed my body into
ridiculous and loud orgasm. My cries seeming to fill the streets and
cities. Sex like I have never had before. And couldn't be repeated by
this stunning adonis.
Francisco (Fran as he likes to be called) and I met online. I was
searching through some porn sites and chat sites one lonely evening.
Bored and horny as I hadn't had any sex in weeks. And I fell across his
just clicking through dudes avatars. Just clicking through images and
videos of men. But his image stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Who the...?" I the chirped as I saw him

Life and the world just stopped as my eyes fell on him. Frozen in time as
I gazed at this piece of male perfection on my screen. It was just an
image in a random site. But my eyes went to each and every inch of the
body on my screen.
I did not know his name at that moment. Had no idea who this muscular God
was at first viewing. All I knew was it was 'lust at first sight' and no
other man I had ever seen had so instantly affected me. Instantly caused
me to drool from looking at him.

"Fucking perfection" I said aloud
"Utter perfection"
"Look at him"

Before me was this man with a gorgeous face, trimmed beared and puckered
pouting lips posing for the camera taking his picture. Hot and muscular
body with a trimmed hairy chest. The swirls of fur following the shape of
his meaty pectorals. Then a thin line of hairs moving down the rest of
his torso and stomach. Disappearing into the small speedos he wore.
And those oh soo lucky speedos. 'Lucky, lucky, lucky little things. They
were packing up a very nice bulge. Big and full as they were stuffed with
what was an obviously nice sixed dick. I quickly imagined what lie
beneath the small straining speedos. A hot Latin cock. A hot thick Latin
cock.
His legs were strong and muscular like the rest of him. He was fairly
tall too. Maybe 5'10" or more. Just a fantastic specimen.

"My God" I huffed
"Who is this gorgeous man"

Whomever he was. I wanted him. I wanted this stud more than any man I
have ever wanted. My eyes were literally studying the mans form. Every
luscious curve of muscle, every chiseled feature. That stunning face and
body. This pouted lips that begged to be kissed. And that meaty crotch
below. I didn't miss anything.

"God damn." I crowed aloud
"This guy is the most beautiful man I have ever seen."
And that was the truth. I had seen many a gorgeous man before. I even
dated a few really hot guys. But the man in the image before me was far
and away beyond anything ever had I seen before. The spectacular looking
creature posing there in that image  was the epitome of perfection. And
my eyes were looking upon him. So his image was burned into my cerebral.
Every striking inch of him I saw in that one image.

Fuxkk!" I huffed again

The way he stood there just said fuck me. Or said, I wanna fuck you.
Whatever it was it was smoldering. His flexing arms showing off his big
biceps as he posed. And on one arm, one bicep in the underside was a
tattoo that was just the number '86'  written out like varsity numbers
for a sport star. I didn't know what it meant. All I knew was I wanted to
lick it for him. I wanted to lick ever inch of all if him.

"I want the gorgeous man" I just stated
"I want mr 86".....

To be continued