This is a true story by Michael Stewart, written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1989. Copyright (c) 1989, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.
Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net
"Docking With A Local Italian Stud"
The Diary of Michael Stewart: Monday, January 30, 1989 -
Bob was a guy whose acquaintance I'd made on another BBS, a straight "chat" system. We started chatting on-line because our IDs indicated we lived in the same area, and sure enough, he lived about two blocks from me. The conversation was relatively innocuous - the neighborhood, various BBS' and so on - until I made a "pronoun slip" and he picked up on the fact that I was into guys. Lo and behold, Bob wasn't quite as straight as I thought either!
Things picked up kind of rapidly from there. I transmitted my description, which he said he liked, and he sent me his...bi, Italian, 24 years old, 6' tall, 175 pounds, jet-black hair, brown eyes, muscular build...clean-shaven, 7" uncut dick. You folks know the effect Italians have on me, but he didn't - so I told him. That evidently had an effect on him, and the conversation quickly headed for the gutter.
We talked for about 20 minutes online, and then, just about the point when I expected him to ask to "go voice," he surprised me by asking if he could come over, reminding me that he lived only two blocks away. I considered it for about 1/4 of a second and then agreed, incredibly thankful that my cleaning woman had been in the day before.
For the next ten minutes I sat as close to the door as I could, listening intently for the sound of footsteps on the path. All I could hear were the traffic noises though, so I almost jumped out of my skin when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and
-Jesus Christ!-
His "transmitted" profile was one of those that was a definite understatement: this guy was HOT! I almost raped him right there in the doorway, till I remembered the old adage that, "Love is blind but the neighbors ain't," so I invited him in and having offered him a soda, scurried off to the kitchen to compose myself.
When I walked into the living room, I almost dropped the glass on the floor, because Bob had sprawled out on the couch, opened his jacket and the shirt beneath it, opened his fly and pulled down his briefs, and was sitting there on the couch with his fist wrapped around a decently thick piece of meat.
I managed to set the glass down on the coffee table and the few seconds that took gave me time to stare up and down his body a few times. In the light, I could see his five o'clock shadow dusting his face...down at the base of his neck, a tuft of hair that branched out into a fine, dark, silky covering across his entire chest, and finally stampeding down the center of his abs, fanning out around his navel, then thinning back into the treasure trail until it blossomed again around his crotch. His dick looked hot, with the tip just peeking out of his foreskin as he moved his fist slowly up and down his rod. He had his snowy white briefs tucked under his nuts, and they looked pretty hefty, and the tops of his thighs - what little I could see - looked furry. It looked really sexy against his olive skin.
His legs were spread wide and he was slouched back on the couch, so I stepped up between his legs and grabbed his shaft, letting my hand ride on his as it moved slowly up and down. He sighed and let go, leaning back a little bit more as he folded his hands behind his neck.
I stroked him, feeling the heat in his stiff dick. I moved my fist up and down a few times, and then grasped it around the base and peeled back his foreskin...and then changed the position of my hand a little and continued stroking. On each up-stroke, I made sure I concentrated on the head of his dick with my palm, and each time I did that, I could see his stomach muscles twitch.
I couldn't have been doing this for more than a minute when I saw/felt him grab my hard dick through my jeans. He massaged it through the denim for a bit, then popped the top button...pulled down the zipper and tugged them open. He felt my cock through my briefs, grasping it roughly, fisting it through the white cotton, and then pulled them and my jeans down to about knee level and took my dick in his hand.
There we were, him laying there with his eyes closed jerking my rod and me standing with my eyes wide open stroking his. Although we were jacking each other slowly, there was an intensity...a firmness in the grip...a strength to it all. We weren't delaying, we were working up to it.
He let go then and stood up, bending over briefly to yank his pants and briefs down till they were around his ankles, and he shuffled a step closer to me. He put his arm - his right arm - around the back of my hand and pulled my face toward his, locking our lips together. I felt his tongue darting out, just tracing the outline of my lips, and I returned the favor, the tip of my tongue just brushing the tip of his. I could feel him grab his dick with his other hand and start to stroke it, pulling it upwards between our bodies.
He let go of me and staggered back a step, still fisting his dick in his left hand and wrapped his right hand around my rod, pulling it upward in a rhythm with his own. His eyes, his deep brown eyes, were open now, staring into mine, but I kept breaking the stare to look down his body and watch him fisting both our dicks.
Then he did something that I'd only heard about but never tried. He moved...hopped, almost...a little closer to me, and I looked down to watch him peel back his foreskin. He held his dick straight out, and then held mine in the same position, moving the two heads together. Then he started to roll his foreskin forward again, only this time, he covered the heads of both our dicks with it! I'd read about docking, but never had the urge the try it...but I'd have done almost anything with this guy. It wasn't a perfect fit, but it felt...good! Good, and erotic, and it was a hot sensation being intimate with a guy like this to this extent.
He was evidently satisfied with it too. He grabbed our joined dicks - right at the "seam" - with his left hand and started stroking them, very gently back and forth. What a fucking incredible feeling! I could feel the tingle all the way down to my toes! Every few gentle strokes, he twisted his wrist (or something; I had too many stars in my eyes to tell for sure), so that the heads of our hard dicks rotated around each other inside his 'skin. Christ!
With him coordinating the action, I had little to do but stand there and enjoy it, so enjoy it I did. I suddenly remembered I had hands, so I raised them both to his chest and started them roaming over his pecs and abs, feeling the muscles under the skin...feeling them tense...brushing through the downy fur that accented his olive skin so well...flicking a little at his stiff nipples...
He spoke then. "Ever try this before?"
I told him I hadn't.
"Do you like it?" I said I did, and he smiled, and his smile was as handsome as the rest of him. It triggered something in me, something else, and I felt myself heading for the finish line way too soon. It felt too good to stop though. I told him, "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum soon."
He just smiled again and kept it up anyway...in fact, he sped up the action a little bit, grasping a little more firmly. Then he sped up a lot, jerking both our cocks at the same time. He started bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, stretching and thrusting the head of his dick hard against mine. He said, "Are you close?"
I said I was.
"Me too."
He stroked more, harder.
"Want to go for it?"
I nodded, and dropped one of my hands from his chest to his balls, hefting them in my hand. He took his other hand and rested it on my shoulder, supporting the two of us while he jerked us both in his fist. I wanted to shoot with him and it took all my concentration not to blow off - a concentration that I lost when he said, "I'm gonna cum!"
"Me too!"
"Let's do it together," he gasped, and then he started a countdown: "Five....four....three....two....one....ZERO!" At zero, he threw his head back and growled, and I let loose and started to shoot off, holding his balls in one hand and his chest in the other, his hand on my shoulder....I felt him cream too, and the pressure on my dick from that made it even more intense. I knew now why he had been "holding me up," because we both staggered against each other...it was strong enough that my knees had buckled.
I finally felt like I'd been drained dry, and noticed then that he had stopped moving his fist. He still held both our dicks, but the only thing moving was his chest as he breathed...panted, almost. We disengaged almost gingerly, and he apologized, saying that his dick was very sensitive after he shot off. As I was looking at the puddle on the floor, he surprised me yet again...instead of pulling up his pants, he was taking them off, and I was mystified until he asked if he could shower. I showed him where the bathroom was, then went and got two towels...one for him and one to clean up the floor with.
He dressed quickly after he got out of the shower, saying he had to get home. We paused at the door to share one more kiss, fully dressed this time, and he said he wanted to get together with me again.
I figure I'll show him one or two of my favorite tricks next time out!