Date: Tue, 21 May 2013 05:29:17 -0400 (EDT)
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Subject: The Real Thing with John

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The Real Thing with John


I laid there in my element. At last I had found someone in John who
understood me and my loneliness on this planet earth. I was just so
terribly shy it held me back from making friends.

I thought at first John was taking advantage of my disposition when, what I
 thought was going to be just a plain and simple friendship, turned out to
be  much more than that.

But I was so hungry for some sort of companionship I was ready to accept
anything. At the time I was at a loss even to understand my sexual leaning. I
 had made a complete mess of trying to make it with girls, who just didn't
seem  to want to know and, although there was something inside me that made
me aware  of being attracted to other guys it was blurred and unclear.

After my teenage years I got along with managing my sexual needs by
masturbation and using other means to stimulate myself in a frenzy of
divine body reactions, like when I used to experiment with myself,
discovering how nice it was to gently plunge different things into my back
passage and take them out again. I guess I ought to have realised my true
sexual leaning then but I was so naive the notion never occurred to me
until much later when I me t John.

Thinking back it was remarkable how I used to enjoy just being me, alone
with a couple of cushions on the floor, a side mirror so could watch what I
was  doing to myself. Trying things like screwdriver handles gradually
increasing in  size and watching how my anus stretched with lashings of
lubrication plastered  over the insert.

Then I went on to boom handles and anything I could find which I thought
may be exciting, like curved handles and things, sometimes with ridges which
would make the feeling more sensual.

Then I discovered just how good was the feeling to walk about with a thing
still inside. But the problem was it kept popping out so I made some sort
of  elastic contraption which I tied and arranged around my hind, so as to
keep the  cheeks together and prevent  it slipping out.

I created a real nice feeling I remember and not long after that, when I
discovered I could buy anal vibrators from a local sex shop it started a
while  new world for me alone in my bedroom and I discovered all sorts of ways
and  methods to fuck myself.

I cannot imagine now, just why I did not imagine what the real thing would
be like. The vibrators were always a substitute  for a real time
relationship when my shyness always got in the way.

This way I had no need t get involved in a committed relationship, but of
course I was unable to realise just how emotions can add to the sexual
experience.

Looking back, I guess I was a sad guy and now, meeting John and having him
take such an interest in me I was ready to take on something more than just
 substitutes could give me. So when he touched me for the first time in the
back  row of a cinema, I lost all concentration on the Bond movie playing
and felt the  so wonderful sensual reactions which were accumulating in my
body.

"Is that nice Alex?" John whispered, his hand gently squeezing me  there.

"That is wonderful, John."

It was nice feeling him fumble over my jeans knowing that an erection was
beginning grow.
"Feels good, let me just unzip so I can feel you properly."  He said.

And all of this started with a chance meeting in Asda, when I dropped a
bottle of tomato sauce and he helped me clear it up.

He said that I looked like I needed assistance the way I just stood there
looking helpless and awkward and he said later when we arranged to go to the
 cinema, that was when he first realised he liked me very much - and now
there he  was, touching me like that, so very bold, the opposite to me being
so very  shy.

It felt so wonderful, just feeling someone else doing it, unzipping my
jeans and easing his hand beneath, rubbing me up over my boxer shorts.
Something  I had done to myself so many times, feeling myself gradually rising,
masturbating until I reached a real nice ejaculation.

But now I realised just how much better it felt having someone else do it.
The cinema was quite empty and there was no one sitting nearby so I felt no
 embarrassment when John started to massage me and suck me. It was so very
captivating realising too that unlike when I was massaging myself I could
not  know the next move, and that was thrilling in itself.

I loved the way he felt and teased me there, his hand delving beneath my
balls, cupping them as he gave me the most divine sucking. This was something
I  could never achieve with just me, myself and my play things. Thinking
how mad I  was in trying to suck myself off  - and once, using a Hoover to
assimilate  the feeling, which was a complete disaster leading to an injury
which I had to  nurse for a couple of weeks, during which time just the thought
of sex made me  hurt.

But now I closed my eyes and just felt the surge begin as John's suck
became stronger. I knew I could not hold back and he knew it, he showed me   a
handkerchief and after another short sucking he wrapped it around my erection
 and found a delightful way to jerk me off to oblivion and soon I was
there, so  full and strong. John's hand gradually slowed and I still felt the
surge.

He whispered it was wonderful and I knew then I could no longer be happy
with just myself and I, because John had really brought me out and we were
about  to share a whole new and wonderful relationship together.

I zipped myself up and felt good and so happy. But I wanted to do something
 for him, but he would not let me. Instead he suggested that we leave for
his  place and then we could really relax and discover each other completely.

I did like the sound of that. It was like all my former inhibitions   which
were mainly due to my acute shyness were quickly dispersing  and I  was
starting to think  how stupid I had been, that I had missed so much in  my
adolescence because of it.
But now was the time to put all that to rights  and who better with than
divine, wonderful John who had really showed me just  how right and good it
was to be with another who shared equal aspirations.

He gave me another quick squeeze as I arose from my seat which was so
heavenly. It made me feel wanted and desired and already the emotions were
coming into the picture. It was one thing to be  satisfied physically but  it
was the full works knowing I was now emotionally involved too.

John wanted me to understand that. He wanted me not just for my body but
for the person I was. That somehow he found my shyness very attractive and
sexual.

He was some lovely guy and driving home with him in the driver's seat I
felt right. I knew what all this was leading too and wanted that. Somehow my
whole system was geared up to it.

The sheer thought of touch and feel and all that goes with it appealed to
me in a way I had never known before.
This was it I knew it. The time was  right to let John deep into my being
and my life - and I was ready.
The  feeling was there, the sexual urge pumping in my groin, the feeling
too that I  enjoyed when fucking myself with those vibrators. Yet, it was all
so cold. It  was just m making it seem warm with something so very clinical.
Now I yearned  for flesh and blood. John's flesh and blood which made my
spine tingle,

How was it going to be like the first time, How would I feel. I aimed to
give him my very best whichever way and I told him so.

His free hand grabbed mine and squeezed and I knew we were for keeps.

The silent thoughts in my head;

Fuck me John as hard as you like
I long to feel you inside me
The  need is there and the passion too
Just waiting and longing for you.

I longed to get back to his place. How would it be I wondered? He was so
nice and easy on the eye. In fact I just couldn't wait to ravish him.

But soon, after coffee and biscuits my wish was granted. John had been to
the bathroom which I thought was just to do as nature calls. But when he
reappeared there he was in just the most gorgeous and enticing red G-string
and  no more, looking very tasty and attractive. Straight away I felt my heart
 strings palpitate and, when he came and sat next to me on his black and
red  leather bound settee it was so very easy to just touch him, to feel his
cheek  against mine as he guided my hand down to him in the most delightful;
way and  when I felt it for the first time it was so much better than ever I'
d imagined  with those awful substitutes.

"No take it as it comes Alex. You better get used to it because this is
going to be a regular visitor."
I felt him prompt me to feel him. I studied  his credentials which suited
me perfectly and squeezed that gorgeous real life  cock over his G-string. I
don't know what scent he used but it really geared me  up to want to do all
sorts of wonderful things with him.

It was so lovely to feel and let my hand instinctively explore his
everywhere. And to see his agreeable response was warming. It felt so wonderful  as
it started to grow with my gentle massage.
I wanted to see the whole thing  raw and gently helped him slip of his
G-string.

"Perhaps you'd like to put this in your pocket to keep under your pillow
at  night" John said with a knowing smile. "Just until, if things go well
with us,  we can live together."

I relished the thought of sleeping with him, imagining just to be able to
enjoy him every night, have him nested against me to do as he wished with
me. He  watched as I pressed the G-string into my face. It was something that
really  turned him on and immediately his cock reached full strength.

"It feels so beautiful" I said. The touch and smell made everything so
right for me. The odour and nectar of sweet honey cock, that is what it smelt
of  as I rubbed my palm into my nostrils after a nice lengthy rubbing of his
 p-hole.

"That is so nice Alex. Make it stronger. You know what to do. Like how I
did it with you in the cinema. Now it is your turn."

I enjoyed touching and stretching it a little more, It felt so hard and
stiff. I thought of just how clever it is that just blood and flesh could
become  so very stiff. Considering there are no bones or muscles to create that
wonderful stance of ripe throbbing cock standing up for attention. Now I
was  gearing myself up for my very first taste of pure unadulterated cock and
it was  divine. I gently squeezed his balls, just gently to help him crave
for my mouth.  They felt heavenly and as I moved my mouth to his towering
strength I just  gently teased back his foreskin which nested nicely around the
ridge of the  head.

He shuddered as I started to lick him there, accumulating enough spittle to
 make it nicer. He groaned and prompted me not to stop, his fingers running
 through my hair as, with one hand I massaged his balls and the other,
grasping  the base of that desirous length as I simply let myself go, and went
to town  licking him all over, before the final plunge of hot stiff cock into
my  mouth.

And when it happened it was like I had done it many times before, The feel
and taste and the smell of him all combined made it a very special moment I
 shall never forget. The moment I first sucked sweet, sweet John  to
oblivion. The feel of his hands clasping my head as I sucked and balled him,
experimenting with taking it all, the whole seven inches into my mouth and
dipping into my throat. It was so nice and for once I felt completely part of
something wonderful and new. I just knew this was the beginning of something
 special. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the suck immensely.

Soon I heard John gasp and tell me he was soon to cum, I guess to let me
know to hold back if I did not want him to cum into my mouth. But I did. I
never  imagined I would or could, but with John it seemed perfectly natural to
do so. I  just wanted him in every way and that meant also to feel his
sperm shoot into my  throat, for it was part of the wonderful; guy I wanted to
be with forever.

It was soon there, I cannot explain just how magic it was, to actually feel
 the strong spurt of hot creamy liquid engulf my mouth. He changed position
onto  his knees and fucked my mouth for the second cumming, and I was like
a  subordinate servant, stretching out my tongue to take it all into my
throat and  suck it all dry.

And that was just the first fuck. The second just an hour later, when John
had recovered was going to be inside me. We had both discussed that and we
both  wanted it. And the soothing of sweet smelling lubrication with fingers
teasing  my opening was heavenly, but that was not all. John showed me just
how good it  was to be really lavished in the most lusty way`, and when he
sucked and licked  my ass it was perfect. The whole of my world was turned
upside down as he had me  sprawled over the arm of that leather settee,
stretching my ass cheeks so wide  apart. Then the warm feel of his licking and
tasting me, his small finger  inserting and rimming me, then another finger
stretching me wider and  wider.
Soon I would be ready for the ultimate fuck and I so looked forward to
that.

"It will hurt at first a little Alex" he warned but I didn't mind, I just
wanted his fuck and the sooner the better.

"I am gonna' fuck the sweet smelling ass off of you Alex" he said having
had his fill of me in his mouth, holding up his new and fresh erection.

I puckered up my rear for his service and waited for the first touch of
cock. No more fucking screwdriver handles of anal vibrators now. From now on
it  would be the real thing and together we had an awful lot of fucking to
do, every  which way.

It felt so good that very first entry accomplished when beautiful fresh
cock wallowed inside my passage. Pressing and squeezing it open for the
full conquest. And soon I was feeling just how it was like when he plunged
the whole length into my ass. At first the pain as it stretched me deep up
inside, but then, the gentle thrusting that said he was fucking me,
actually fucking me, Just to think I was actually being fucked real time by
a real human being that enjoyed me as much as I did he.

It was so good and so complete. The first fuck was quick, but the next
about a half hour later, when he had been freshly sucked, was better - the
feel of his balls bouncing against my thighs as he fucked me bare- back,
The total pleasure when he stopped inside me and just let the throbbing
flow, the feel of that big throbbing cock searing inside me was beyond
words can describe.

At the end of the day I knew it had been well and truly fucked. John
laughingly telling me that was obvious the way I was walking.

"I shall want much of that Alex" he said when it was time for me to leave,
slapping my ass firmly.

I felt on top of the world. John was some special guy  and I looked forward
to next time.