Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 16:11:50 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "I Wish I Knew!

			       I WISH I KNEW
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     "Requesting to seek your forgiveness?" came the melodious voice as I
got out of my car, briefcase in hand, and looking at my watch.
     "What?" I said and looked at the guy.
     Gorgeous!  Absolutely perfectly gorgeous!  I can't describe the man
better than that. A model for swimsuits, shaving cream and condoms, all
rolled into one. Beautifully tousled blond hair over a strong, uniformly
regular face, broad shoulders that the muscles clung to rather than
supported, from the cleft at his chin to the sparkle in his steel-gray eyes
to his gentle sifting of hair on his chest and stomach showing through his
unbuttoned plaid sleeveless shirt over faded blue denim jeans, the man
looked perfect.
     "What is it?" I said, a lot more respectful and eager for the
conversation. Hell, I was already late for the office, and an attorney
doesn't punch a clock like an office grunt, I showed up and did my job and
stayed late if necessary.
     "Urgently seeking your assistance in location analysis." he said.
     "Say what?"
     "Permission sought for aid in allocating geoposition." he clarified.
     "Are you lost?" I said, puzzled.
     "Yes." he agreed, smiling. "That is the quintessential synopsis of my
query."
     "Where are you trying to go?"
     "Are you cognizant of the nomenclature of the thoroughfares and
establishments in this vicinity?" he asked me.
     "I know this area." I admitted.
     "I pursue the bearing of the most proximate facility for disposal of
bodily offal." he said. "Of utmost importance is the sanitary nature of the
facility and its economy in access."
     "Uh, each floor on this building has a bathroom." I said. His accent
was odd, making me think he was a foreigner. But no foreigner has the
vocabulary this guy did! I began to wonder if I was someone was putting me
on!
     "Might I impose upon you to escort this person to one of these
estimable adjacent disposal facilities?" he asked me.
     "Well...okay, but come on. I'm already later for work than usual."
     "I shall accompany you with all facility." he said.
     But he didn't, not come with me quickly, that is. He dawdled, moving
annoyingly slow. I got over to the elevator and he was still some twenty
feet away and it must have taken him a minute to cover that twenty feet. He
swung his legs, but he didn't cover ground, it was very puzzling. I never
saw anyone take so long to get to the elevator. I was holding the door open
for him when he finally got in.
     By now, cute stud or not, I didn't want him on our floor, so I pressed
the button for second floor and when it opened, I said, "The bathroom is
right around that corner."
     "I am most grateful for your magnificent generosity in your temporal
accommodation to an auslander of this metropolis." he said. "I aspire to
the belief that our fortunes may intersect again in the recent future."
     "Yeah, whatever." I said. "It's right around that corner." I said,
pointed again.
     "Might I be informed of your honorific?" He inquired.
     "My name is Carter." I said, giving him only my last name. "And I am
late for work." I said significantly.
     "My moniker is Calaban." he said.
     "Nice to meet you, Calaban." I said.
     He put out his hand and of course I had to shake it. A mistake, for he
clung to it and wouldn't let go, his massive paw had clamped on. "May this
fortuitous congruency be the inauguration of a most genial association." he
said with a smile that could melt your BVD's into a puddle in your socks.
     "Maybe." I said. "But you'd better go now, people hate it when you tie
up the elevator."
     "I shall depart." he agreed and again managed that time-consuming
non-shuffle that moved his body ponderously out the door.
     As soon as he was clear of the elevator, I pressed "seven" savagely,
only to find that somehow the first floor and all three basement levels had
already been pressed, the elevator was headed back down. I got out on the
first floor and waited for another elevator. I was nearly twenty minutes
late when I got in to the office.
     "Hello, Jean." I said.
     "Good morning, sir." Jean said to me. "You just missed a call from
Professor Cedric Smith. He wouldn't leave a number, but said he would call
you later and it was most urgent for him to speak with you."
     "All right." I said, annoyed but no worse. A good reason for an
attorney to be on time for work despite the vaunted freedom of movement,
was that some business came looking for you during office hours. But this
guy would call again and I could apologize when he called. I went on to my
office and began work on the In box that never seemed to empty.
     I left for lunch at one-thirty, having dawdled as long as I could in
case the guy would call me back, then went out, asking Jean to be sure to
get some kind of call-back number on Professor Smith if he called, and that
I would return within a half-hour as I was only going to the deli next
door.
     But waiting for me outside the front door to the building was the same
guy again. He was dressed much nicer now, a proper Italian-silk business
suit, hair neatly combed and face sparkling clean. Before, he had been
attractive as a man's man, now he was just as appealing as a competent man
of business.
     "My hopes for our re-association have been realized." he said. "I was
distraught that my earlier state of dishabille may have been the reason for
your desire to dissociate from my company, so might I have this opportunity
to refine your estimation of myself, and to request your presence as my
guest at an elegant emporium for the partaking of physical nourishment
which is awaiting our arrival?" How he managed all that without pausing for
breath was a wonder!
     "I don't know." I said.
     "But I must make amends for my imposition upon you of this morning."
he said to me. "My distress delayed you upon your appointed tasks. Please
permit my insistence upon your accepting my solicitation." He laid a strong
hand upon me and I found myself propelled. I was ushered to a waiting taxi
and when I was inside, Calaban said to the driver. "L'Orangerie West,
please, Mr. Public Chauffeur."
     "You got it, bud." the driver took us off.
     Ye, Gods! I was torn between two understandable desires. The first was
to return to the office when I had said I would. The second...L'Orangerie
West! You had to get reservations days in advance. If this guy could set up
a table for two in three hours' time, he had to pull some heavy power of
his own, and was worth cultivating for the work he could bring the
firm. Professor Smith was more of a certainty, but less attractive; I
hadn't heard of the guy, he couldn't represent any major business. But this
guy, properly played and cultivated, might turn me from an associate into a
rain-maker, with a partnership, mid-six-figure salary and all that goes
with it.
     So I caved, deciding to call Jean when I arrived (I had no cell phone
in those days) and tell her I was delayed. But I never got the
chance. Calaban kept me utterly monopolized every second. For the next two
hours, I was too busy trying to turn this power-broker into my client
(subtly, of course) to break away for a call.
     I got back to the office at nearly four o'clock, and Jean was looking
somewhat exasperated. "Professor Smith called you three times." she said.
     "Did you get a number?"
     "He wouldn't leave one." she said. "But while I still don't have any
details on why he's calling, I did get enough from him that I gave him your
home telephone number. He will call you at nine o'clock tonight exactly, he
said, and that he had to reach you then, or it would be too late."
     "Good." I said, despite her transgression in giving out my home number
to an unknown. Jean had been a law firm receptionist for thirty years, her
instinct for business was as sharp as it could be. If she decided this man
deserved my home phone number, I'd better haul my ass home by nine o'clock
and take that call! It happens that way sometimes in the law. A job comes
when it comes, and if you're not there, it goes somewhere else.
     "Where were you?" she said.
     I smiled. "Drumming up some more business. I hope."
     She hmphed, but didn't say any more, and I wondered about that
myself. Calaban had been sophisticated, cultured, speaking with authority
on several subjects...but none of them added up to any business for me or
the firm. I hadn't even found out what he did...Hell, I realized at that
moment that I didn't even have a last name! Was I that attracted to this
guy, ready to throw away a chance at some work to look at his smile?
     I went back to my desk, to find a major project from the partners had
been placed there. I plowed into it, keeping a careful eye on the
clock. Traffic was light at night between my office and home, if I left by
eight fifteen, I could be back home by nine with no problem. I called home
and left a message telling my roommate that I was expecting a very
important call at nine o'clock and if it came in earlier, to tell him I
would be home by nine and he was to be nice to the guy and keep the phone
clear, damn it, it was important. Jeremy is a good guy and a longtime
friend, but one of these guys who partied through college and was still
trying to do now that he was out of college. Not that he'd be rude to the
guy, but he might get on the phone with some friend and Professor Smith
would get a busy signal. But I could count on him to avoid the phone for
the next few hours.
     I left the office at eight-twenty, having to wait for the building's
sole operational elevator for nearly five minutes. I got to the parking
garage and was tearing out to my car, going to head straight home and be
waiting at nine o'clock for the Professor's call.
     Calaban was waiting at my car! How did he know which car was mine?
True, this entire lowest level of the garage was reserved for my office's
use and my car was the only one still there, but still...I didn't know, but
I had to smile when I saw him, dressed now in sneakers, neon green shorts
and neon orange t-shirt, hair tousled. Now he looked like a surfer waiting
for his friend, which was...me.
     "So very good to reacquaint myself with you." he said.
     "Calaban, nice to see you again." I was much kinder to him after a
wonderful lunch at L'Orangerie West, but still.... "I have to get going,
I'm needed at home. But I'd like to see you again soon."
     "Do I associate with you too precipitously?" He asked me.
     "Huh? No, no, it's not that, it's just that...."
     "I am reassured." he said. "For I wish to consummate this
association." he said. "As I understand the dating parameters of this
culture, we are now ready at our third meeting for physical relations."
     "Physical relations?" I said.
     "He smiled and touched my face. "It is a part of your cultural mores
to conjoin with those you find acceptable, having pleasant encounters in
the hopes of finding a permanent bond with a lifelong mate, is this not
so?"
     "I guess so." I admitted.
     His hand came down over my shoulder and then the other came up and he
was pulling me to him. "Then let us initiate sexual congress." he said.
     "Uh...now?"
     "Assuredly." He purred into my ear (Asssurrrredleee!), his arms were
clutching me to his amply muscled breast, his crotch was burning against my
own...and I was lost. Hell, the parking garage was empty; the building
locked down for the night at seven o'clock. I was being stupid, taking a
risk by having sex in the parking garage, but can you really blame me?
Handsome, intelligent, strong, well-heeled (he'd pulled out a Platinum card
to pay for our dinner). And I'd been attracted to him all along, if
occasionally exasperated at his timing.
     Well, I didn't have to hold my hands off from him any longer. This was
turning into the oddest damned encounter in my life, but you know, I didn't
much care at that moment!
     So I relaxed into his grip, let his strong arms hold me to his body,
and when his lips reached for mine, I damned near creamed just from the
taste of his lips, warm, softly velvet, creamily satin, they pressed
against my own and they locked us together. My lips parted and welcomed his
tongue into my mouth like a conquering hero entering a liberated city, he
slid it into my mouth and my own tongue was a red carpet for his, and when
he had extended it completely into mine, I closed my mouth and sucked on it
blissfully, nursing it like a kid sucks on a stick of hard candy, and this
was just as sweet to me.
     His mouth released mine and he smiled into my eyes, my own grin
feeling like it was pasted on my face, and with a permanent glue, it
wouldn't move at all. His fingers raked through the hair on my head, and in
furrows of possession my body awoke to his touch. I felt helpless in his
arms...no, that's the wrong word. It was a possession I needed and craved,
I wanted everything he wanted as he wanted it, no more and no less, so when
he reached back to kiss me again, this time seeking my cheek and neck, I
only laid my head to the side and let him kiss his way down it, grateful
for him anticipating my own desires so adeptly.
     His fingers danced like magical fairies over the daffodils of my shirt
buttons, and they blossomed in response to this touch by breaking out of
the buttonhole and flying apart. My tie's loop slid down my chest to the
tug of one lazy finger, to become two separate strands of silk, useless and
forgotten when it twirled off me and onto the oil-stained concrete below. I
didn't care, my suit could be cleaned or discarded if need be, nothing
would prevent me from doing whatever this man wanted.
     As my suit jacket and shirt together joined my tie on the concrete, I
dared to reach for this man myself, grasping the bottom of the T-shirt and
exposed for the first time that magnificently chiseled stomach. Damn, even
in repose his abs were six discrete bulges of muscle, his navel was lost in
those rippling hills of distended power. The hair on his chest which was so
abundant by comparison, here was only the most timid line of hairs visible
mostly because of that six-pack of abs which laid them inwards across each
other.
     Above this chiseled stomach was a magnificent range of mountainous
bulges of pecs and deltoids that seemed almost draped over his body, so
smoothly did they curve and loop about his form, and when he moved, the
flutter of moving muscles rising and falling beneath his creamy,
unblemished skin was the gently even and methodical movement of waves upon
the ocean, or the waving movement of a field of ripening golden wheat moved
by the wind.
     I saw that body, that perfect body which words were so inadequate to
describe with any power, and I groaned and my face fell towards it
helplessly, landing as if on sun-drenched pillows of supple masculine
power, and I walked on my lips over those powerful surging breasts to
clamber to the nub of nipple and suckle there as if from the very source of
life itself, and he let me, he let me! I felt powered, energized, and I
dropped, his hands skinning the T-shirt from my upper body as I did so, to
find the glowing green shorts there, and they fell away between his hands
and mine, and his manhood projected itself at me as if a missile launched
from the brushy camouflage, and I closed my eyes as it aimed for my mouth
and my universe was that warm, beefy invader as it drilled into me, hot,
steamy, clean and sleek, I was impaled upon ten inches of powerful dong and
I cannot image a greater blessing than to be so impaled for all eternity.
     For in this prick was the answer to life, the questions and mysteries
of eternity revealed, nothing mattered to me anymore now that I had this
steely cock ensconced within my body, I was whole and complete and my life
up until then was as nothing, mere waiting and preparation for this day.
     My mouth and lips moved of their own accord, I was grateful for my
prior encounters only in that they prepared me for this, I was able to love
this luscious pud and feel the raw power within it as I slicked its sides
with my saliva and danced my tongue upon its spongy glans dotted with a
salty pearl of clear fluid that I sipped like the orb of a drop of dew from
the tip of a flower bud, and it tasted, God, it tasted so sweet!
     And he let me love his manhood, he sat back upon the hood of my red
Corolla and he contented himself with my worship of his body, me kneeling
before him, heedless of the dirty floor beneath me and the way his groans
echoed off the walls around us like ghosts trying to warn me or send me
into a state of fear with their inarticulate panic, but instead my ears
converted the echoes into the music of the spheres that reverbrates
throughout all life.
     Long, long I sucked on his prick and I could have done it forever,
only that his body began to quiver, his moans took on an added intensity
and I looked up to see his perfect body in the state of perfect bliss, eyes
half-closed but regarding me, his lips parted to let his breaths flow more
easily, his chest waxing and waning like some behemoth lurked beneath, and
the name of that beast was pleasure and it wracked his beautiful body and
he groaned then, a long, low, nearly desperate groan that rose in a steady
progression of notes a full octave, and at the height of that range, it
stopped, and in the pause of that sudden silence, I felt his cock, hot
steel in my mouth, burst into flames as he spewed his load of life into me.
     There was no question of my drinking down his jism, I was grateful for
this gift of his body into my own, taking him into me and making him a part
of myself, I quaffed this heady brew of the champagne of virility, bubbling
and surging it paved its own path of salty passion over my tongue and into
my gullet, sending me into a state of intoxication.
     Done, he was panting and sweating above me and I felt a strange sense
of triumph at how our lovemaking had breached so slightly his armor of
perfect manhood this much, that now he was the perfect man in the lassitude
of post-ejaculation languor, and I ran my hands upon his sweat-slicked
thighs and felt the power like a sleeping tiger, dangerous, but not at the
moment, and I suddenly had the overpowering feel of how these legs would
feel as they drove this long dong into my body, and it was what I wanted,
right now, even though I had just drained him.
     So I didn't let go of his cock, I sucked on it even as it shrunk into
satiated softness, willing it to return, to surge back into tumescent
power.
     "We have accomplished the primary objective of sexual completion." my
word-heavy Ubermensch said. "Now with all appreciation and willingness do I
assume the submissive role and endeavor to convey you to the same
fruition."
     "What?" I said. His hands took mine and bade me to rise, and as I did,
he sank to his knees and his hands reached for my fly.
     God, I was so horny and I hadn't realized it, I had been so involved
in nursing his hard dick that I had ignored my own needs! Somehow I hadn't
realized this when doing it, but when his hands reached into my fly and
first touched my cock through the sheath of my brief's cotton fabric, I
groaned and my cock turned rock-hard at once.
     He seemed pleased at this, his face took on an angelic quality as he
fished my dick free of my briefs and brought it out into the open, only to
swallow it up again in the heat of his mouth.
     Sheer liquid pleasure, that was his lips and mouth. It was like I was
having my dick dipped into a bubbling maelstrom of warm viscuous liquid,
like molasses, like mud, like pudding, softly yielding and form-fitting,
but solid enough to cling to my cock on all sides and hold it tightly,
forcing the skin to slide and in sliding to evoke my body into shocks of
passion that ran like icy shafts through my desire-heated body.
     His lips were as perfectly trained in oral love as the rest of his
body had in its other tasks, he was perfectly sensual and every move of his
lips and his tongue brought a charge of sexual urgency with it that surged
into my body, until my groin was a pool of coalescing turgid energy that
swirled about itself and formed into the center like the eye of a
hurricane, only this eye was not calm, it was as rampantly active as all
the tendrils that looped around it, reaching out to claim my body for its
own.
     As I began to heat up, as my body clenched in need, he slowed his
actions, and I groaned in disappointment as much as in pleasure, and he
calmed down my body, so that it quivered from the lack of sexual
stimulation, and only when it began to quiet back again like a pouting
child going to bed, then he began again to bring me back to life once more.
     This second arousal was more intense than the first, it built upon the
ruins of my first excitation and used it for the foundation of the new
structure, and this one was stronger, more primal and more sturdy than the
first, like the inhabitants of some village that had been plundered, built
again, but this time built a fortress in which to live.
     And in the increasing power of that, I felt an arrogance seize my
brain and take control, and I grabbed his head and I began to hunch at his
face, lost now to the more esoteric appreciation of his perfection, now I
just wanted to fuck his mouth and get off, now, damn it, right now!
     At first this worked, my actions brought me higher and I groaned again
in the rise of orgasmic bliss...and again he managed to short out that
pleasure, like removing one brick from the bottom could cause the entire
building to collapse, so was my fortress of bliss sabotaged and breached,
and again I fell into the sobbing need of frustrated passion.
     "God, man!" I groaned to him. "God, please, finish me off, damn!"
     He gave a throaty chuckle around my cock in his mouth, and again he
began to bring me back to life.
     This time, there was raw joy in his ministrations, every move of his
mouth was a sort of mini-orgasm of its own, I was near to the brink in a
matter of seconds and I groaned, trying to muffle my groans for fear he'd
once again slow down, but this time he kept it up, and it was like soaring
on the wings of an eagle, I was in the very stratosphere of joy, the
rarefied heights buzzed out my brain and left me only a cock in his mouth,
nothing else of me mattered at all, not as long as he continued to ply his
lips over my dong and awaken every nerve in my body as he did so.
     And I rode that eagle up into infinity, this time there was no
cessation, I reached the height and I jumped into the free-fall of climax,
I pumped my jizz into his wonderful lips and down his magnificent throat
and all of my self, my very soul, was in those packets of sperm boiling
into his body, and when he drank them down, he drank me down and I was left
as a hollow shell, my body abandoned and to be discarded like an empty milk
carton.
     When my orgasm finished, I almost fainted, I weakened at the knees,
and only his strong hands catching me by my buttocks and hanging on kept me
from sprawling before him, a deflated balloon lying limp upon the grey
cement floor.
     "Duly grateful and impressed am I." he said to me. "Your aptitude in
conjugal joining is most expert and convivial."
     "You, too." I said feebly. "This is downright great, I don't know
when...oh, shit!" I looked at my watch. Eight forty-five. "I have got to
go, right now." I said, pulling up my pants as well as I could, snatching
up my shirt, tie and jacket without bothering to sort them out. He stood
there, shorts at his feet and nude body before me, watching me without
helping. "Look, I'm sorry I have to run off like this, but can I see you
again, soon?" I said.
     "Most certainly, Daniel Carter." he said to me.
     "My name's not Daniel." I said to him. "It's James, James Carter."
     "James?" He was puzzled. "No, this cannot be, you are Daniel Carter."
     "No, I'm James Carter." I said to him. "Remember, this morning, I
said...maybe I didn't. I'm sorry, I thought I had told you my entire name."
     "But if you are James Carter...this is the year 2010, is it not?"
     "No." I admitted. "It's 2001."
     "But then...." He pulled from his shorts pocket a small metal box and
punched at it with his huge fingers, peered at the result, appalled. "You
are to meet a Professor Cedric Smith on this date."
     "Well, I was supposed to." I said. "But I kept running into you
and...."
     "Catastrophe!" He shouted at me. "Paradox! Temporal disruption!" He
shoved at me. "You must repair to your domicile instantly! Disobey all
regulations upon your conveyance, speed is the only chance!"
     "But I...." I was about to say to hell with Professor Smith, but he
shoved me again.
     "Exit this place!" He shouted at me and I saw raw terror on his
face. "Exit with immediate urgency!"
     I caught some of his panic and I did, I jumped into my car and I
roared off, sped home as quickly as I could, raced upstairs, still
bare-chested.
     Jeremy was watching television when I dashed open the door. "Hey,
Jim." He said to me.
     "Has Professor Smith called?"
     "You just missed him, dude." Jeremy said. "He called you, really
disappointed you weren't here. Something about no more time and he couldn't
call any more. What was all that about, dude?" he asked me.
     I sat down wearily. "I wish I knew." I said to him. "I wish to hell I
knew."
     And I still do.

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