Date: Mon, 8 Jun 1998 10:20:39 EDT
From: DESunny@aol.com
Subject: Fantasies Fulfilled....

By DESunny

I vividly remember the feeling of contentment with which I had 
awoken on those two mornings.  The smile on my face that 
was there before I even became fully conscious.  The comfortable 
feeling of security and fulfillment that existed in my body being 
totally wrapped up in his......of having his body totally wrapped 
up in mine.  Everything about the experience had spoken volumes...
a testament to the rightness, the desires, the peace, the passions 
and the strength that existed in this part of our friendship.

I vividly remember opening my eyes and seeing the same sense 
of contentment on his face.  His smile was a mirrored image of 
my own.  It served to draw me in and make me want to be one 
with him at those very moments.  If ever I had the power to 
make this last forever...the power to keep out the cares of the 
day which would soon encroach upon our solitude.  Why can't
things in life be simple when something happens that is so right...
something that brings so much happiness...something that is
so obviously and totally fulfilling?

I always wake up with a smile on my face when I know that I'm
going to see my buddy on that day.  A smile that doesn't quite
compare to those mornings when I woke up in his arms, but a
smile just the same.  Who could have known that we would find
such a strong connection between us when we first met so many
months ago?  Who could have known the heights of ecstasy to
which we would take each other time and time again.....over and
over and over again.  No fluke of lust...this was a reaction of
chemistry that showed no signs of losing its power.

That first full night together had been incredible.  Hours of passion
that culminated with curling up in each other's arms so we could
finally drift off to sleep with each other.  Finally being able to do
something that we both had wanted to do for so long.  Finally
being able to find out that the reality of this particular fantasy was
absolutely better than the fantasy itself had promised to be.  Of
that fact there was now no longer any doubt.

I have a smile on my face so often now.  A smile that is there
because I know that I will be seeing my buddy before too long.
A smile that is there because I know that I will soon be able to
feel his body in my arms again.  A smile that is there because
I know that I will be able take in the scent of his skin.  A smile
because I will be able to look into the ever present smile in his
green eyes.  A smile because I will be able to see the perpetual
smile on his face and hear the constant laugh in his voice.

His scent.....oh damn.....the musky scent of his maleness.  My
buddy is all man and I can't get enough of him.  When I have him
before me, all I want to do is to devour him.  His body is like a 
banquet spread before me.  The moisture of his lips and tongue
intoxicate me like a fine wine....preparing me for more of what is
soon to come.  The stubble of his beard, so rough against my skin, 
it provides so many erotic sensations to me. 

I work my way down his neck, bathing his skin with my tongue so 
that I don't miss any of his taste.  His nipples firm up and he moans
as I suck upon them.  I bury my cheek into his skin and hold myself
close to him.  His throbbing manhood is leaking with anticipation.  
My nails lightly scrape along the length of his legs and I turn so that
I am laying with my head towards his feet.  His organ is now before me.
It throbs with every beat of his heart.  My hunger for it is driving me
crazy.  My desire to pleasure this man is incredible.

First his balls though.  I take first one, and then other into my mouth.
My mouth is filled as I roll his balls around on my tongue.  The sweat
of the day tastes so good.  I pull at them and he groans in pleasure.
I let them fall from my lips but I continue to caress them with my 
tongue.

Now....it's time to shift my attention to his stiff rod.  I run the tip of
my nose along its length.  At the same time, I feel him take my 
own cock into his mouth.  I gasp with the pleasure as I am engulfed.
I lick up the pool of precum that has formed on his belly and I 
prepare to take him deep inside of me.  I smile as I hear the groans
that escape from him.  My tongue and lips work to coat his manhood
with my saliva so I can begin a full assault.

Yes.....I am in heaven.  I relax and feel his thick cockhead push past
the muscles in my throat.  I smile again as I feel the roots of his 
pubes pushed firmly against my lips.  I back off and then take him
fully into my throat again.  He is sucking furiously at my own cock.
I can tell that this is not going to be one of our marathon sessions
of passion.  We are both so close to spilling our seed.  

I clamp my legs around his head and begin to thrust in and out of his
mouth.  He clamps his lips and tongue around my aching cock and
invites me to continue fucking his face like this.  I use my throat and
mouth to work the full length of his own cock.  The tastes and the 
sensations are incredible.  The smell of man-sex is heavy in the air.
I caress the pucker of his ass with my fingers.  I am so close....so 
close to shooting my load down his throat.  I want him to fill my mouth
with his cream and I redouble my efforts.  I feel his cockhead swell.
I feel his legs stiffen as if they were a board.  I know that he is close.
He stops breathing, but he still has his lips wrapped around my cock.
I am ready to explode and I continue thrusting into his mouth while I
work even harder on his own cock.

He groans loudly and I feel him erupt.  He fills my mouth with man 
juice and I have to swallow quickly so that I don't lose any of it.  I 
groan out my own warning as I feel my balls unleash their fury upon
him.  Both of us hold on tightly to the other during the energy of our
orgasm.  We almost drown in the copious amounts of cum, but we
don't lose a drop.

Spent....we turn to each other, and lay in each other's arms.  The 
energy once again gives way to the contentment.  We lay in each
other's arms again and think about the next time that we can once
again drift off to sleep and enjoy the pleasures of waking up in each
other's arms.  Some fantasies are meant to be fulfilled over and
over and over again.