Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 08:03:46 -0400 (EDT)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Our Love Is Like the Sea

Our Love Is Like The Sea

We take our stroll along the beach. It is early and quiet and the sea is
calm and tranquil. That is how I like it best when I am with Mark, when we
can  just enjoy the tranquility and look out to the distant horizon and almost
see  the curvature of the earth.
We pause occasionally to snuggle together and I  feel the warmth of his
passion in his sweet kiss and I am so wonderfully happy,  just being with Mark
and enjoying the magic of the dawn beach scene.
We see a  ship in the distance and wonder where it heads, the clouds
thicken and the wind  strengthens and the calmness changes. The sea is turbulent
like when we make  love, first the calm and then the storm and once more we
are as one. The tide  turns from gentle comings and goings to a scene of
rolling white horses  splashing our feet and legs.
It is amazing how the weather can turn in a  matter of minutes - like our
passion when we shed our lust and I feel the tide  of passion grow threefold;
and Mark demands my being and I feel the kiss of  lust, the exploration of
his eager hands encompass my body.
"We cannot here,  it is too public, and besides, the rain has started" I
say to Mark and his face  is glum, like a little boy not getting his way.
We need to take cover, it is  pelting down. We find a cave where we can
shelter and watch, and take in the  unexpected storm. It is vibrant and the
lighting flashes and the thunder roar  and rattle along the beach.
How long will it last before we can make  tracks?
Mark is happy; he wants it to last to give us time. "No one will  disturb
us in this weather" he says with that certain gleam I recognize so  well.  "
And instead of making it to the 1812 overture we have the storm  instead!"
Mark likes of the classics and we have made love to many of the old
composers, but he always comes back to the 1812 because he likes to fix it so we
climax to the sound of the guns.
"But we have nowhere comfortably to do it" I  advise.
He removes his coat and places it on the ground, He looks at me with  so
much forlorn - how can I resist?
"I hope we shan't get struck" I say  seeing the lightning flash into the
cave.
But already Mark, being Mark; was  already in the throes of his lust which
was fermenting  as quickly as the  storm outside, and his arms were holding
me firm as his kisses smother my mouth  and neck.  I feel myself lean to
him. His warm hand leads me to the place  of his torment which is large and
swollen beneath his jeans. He squeezes my hand  over the bulge and urges me to
indulge his needs.
I close my eyes and hear  the storm peruse as I do as he wants in a
rapturous delight. Touching Mark is a  pleasure and I instinctively unzip and feel
the warmth inside as I tease him  through his boxer shorts, the ones he
wears that I like for certain occasions  before we make love.
"You planned this didn't you Mark Webster?"
"Oh yes,  I planned the weather even, so we could have sex in this cave"
he says  sarcastically.
"I mean, because you are wearing these boxers, you planned  that we make
love during our stroll, I know you!"
He grinned; "Well, it's  worked out hasn't it. Alex? - just stop the
chatter and work your thunder on me  huh?"
Of course I relented, Always do. I love him you see. Ever since we met  at
the Gay Pride party, I was hit by his bolt of lightning; it was like it was
love at first site, and lust at second site, when he stripped and boasted
his  credentials, normally I would not have been taken in by such a bold
display of  masculinity because I loathe show-offs. But it was nothing to do
with size or  quality - it was to do with that smile of his and those deep set
eyes that set  me asunder .Later I was well and truly his in the rear of his
 car, because  such was his lust he couldn't wait until he got me back to
his place.
But  that aside, when he did take me to his place it was a history repeat.
By the end  of the night I was well and truly overcome and exhausted by his
irresistible  style.
It did hurt at first. This was a first time for me. I had often  thought of
how it would be but had never ventured to find a partner to practice  with.
Attending the Gay Pride party it just happened that's all, like it was
meant to be. I believe in that, that it was providence that induced me to go to
 the party and let my hair down, and in consequence I met lovely Mark and
have  not looked back since.
I realized I was gay at an early age but it was Mark  who brought me out
and even now, as I touch and enjoy his firm pliable stance I  think of that
first time; the pleasure combined with the hurt, the pleasure was
overwhelming  and it seemed perfectly right that is how it should be.  Because I felt
wanted and loved, it was not just the sex; it was something else  too, and
that is really what made it perfect for me, and I know Mark feels the  same
way.
He is all out now and reveals it all to me, I breath in his  scent  and
enjoy the natural aroma. I cup his balls and squeeze enough to  entice his
response, those quite sounds I know so well. He prompts me to lean  down to him
there and I want that. The first time was a delight I had not  thought
possible. In fact being very hygienic minded I was very reluctant to  respond to
Mark's demands. He was just lying there grasping his huge erection  like a
pole, stretching it back and saying I would like it, to at least give it  a
try and see what I thought.
I closed my eyes and made myself do it. It was  fine and I felt a sort of
comfort and soothing as I gently began to suck  him.
We both laugh when we talk about that first time now. I vow I could  never
have done it for anyone else but Mark, all because I was besotted  by  him
and I  thought if that went with the package then I must succumb and  meet
his needs, if I loved him..
And so it was. Now I lust for the taste of  his sex and give it my all.
Sometimes he presses my head so hard at the back I  almost gag, he has this
thing about wanting to `deep throat' me. I have learned  how to hold my breath
for six minutes and, although I was scared about choking  initially, now it
is an added pleasure to our sex life and he gives me fair  returns which
are very nice. I can now understand the sensual feelings of deep  throat.
He is so considerate though and won't finish me off until he has  taken me,
which is when he gets to a point of no return inside my mouth and  ravishes
my rear end with a good length of  his wonderful pulsing cock  which is a
real treat. When Adam fucks me, he fucks me good and I always feel  gratified
afterwards, he makes sure of that because immediately he has climaxed  he
turns to me, resumes what he was doing earlier, draws my cock deep into his
throat  and has a certain way of jerking me off as he sucks and I am there.
The first time that happened, with me still in Mark's mouth I felt awful
and  apologized, he just continued regardless and then I knew he wanted that.
And it  became part of our lovemaking. Although reluctant at first he asked
me to do the  same, I never forget the first time he exploded in my mouth;
the hot feel of his  deliverance, gushing into my mouth, dribbling from my
lips. I tasted and  swallowed, but Adam likes to press his lips to mine and
enjoy mutual tasting,  which I consider is the most intimate thing two lovers
can do.
All that deep  sensual kissing and his dirty talk between became standard
and part of our  relationship.
But now in the cave, the storm still hovered and I sucked Adam  to the
motions of the strong tide coming and going near the entrance, giving us  time
to enjoy with the rising lust that matched the storm outside.
"Let me  strip and you strip too Alex then we shall have more to lay on."
It  had grown quite dismal in the cave and it was really stimulating to see
the  lightning flash and the sight of Mark looking as always stunning in
his birthday  suit,
His beautifully crafted body and his well hung masculinity, his cock
standing upright like a beautiful mast waving in the wind. I am thinking; that
is for me and already I felt the need for him inside; a certain emptiness
that  craves to be filled.
Mark knows it too, He knows the signs. I swirl for him,  I know he loves
that. He loves to primarily spread my cheeks and suck what he  calls my quinny.
I say that is what they once called a girl's sex,. But he  replies saying
that it was a place where he can deliver his lust and reach  gratification -
just as it is the same with a girl.
He says he loves the feel  of me as he sucks my Quinny and it is so
wonderfully stimulating and gives me a  gorgeous sense of wanting.
He places some clothes beneath my knees, prompts  me to take the doggy
stance. I love to be taken bare backed - it is always a  thrill to feel him
thrust into me as he grasps my thighs so very tight, like he  has me at his
mercy. I like that, In fact sometimes I think I would love us to  do roll -play
with me being his servant. Maybe that will come soon. We talk  about roll
play a lot which really excites me.
In the meantime he is coming  inside me and I feel the final thrust   like
he was going to rip me  open, such is  his lust. By coincidence the heavy
roll of thunder matched  his climax and the music could never compete. It was
such a wonderful fuck I  shall never forget and I know Mark wont.
In a way I was sorry when the storm  passed over, but ours had too,
temporarily, because I knew Mark would want  second helpings when we got back.
And to cap it all; you know I was talking  about being mastered? Well there
was a parcel at the door when we arrived back.  Mark looked at me
mischievously and opened it, He said he had ordered the  contents from Ann Summers
online.
Inside were handcuffs, straps, chains,  whips and teasers and even a
strap-on. The mind boggled as they say but I guess  my aspirations were
materializing.

Watch this space if you dare!