"FROM ELVIS, WITH LOVE"
by
Erik Drellman
(Dedicated to Melonboy)
Walking down the concourse of the crowded airport I once again began to feel sorry for myself. People from all walks of life passed me with jubilant expressions on their faces, thrilled that they were in this place at this time to take part in this celebration. I was not like them, they were here by choice and I was here out of necessity. A week in Memphis, Tennessee, to cover the twentieth anniversary of Elvis's death, was just not my idea of a good time. I had been filled with dread ever since I was given the assignment and finally, the time had arrived to come. I had nightmares about all of the fans showing up carrying their paintings of Elvis on black velvet from behind the sofa's in their living room's. Actually, I wasn't far off. The vast array of people were clothed in T-shirts, hats, buttons, and other even more creative articles of clothing to show their love and support for the "King". I had tried for weeks to figure out just what I had done to my boss to deserve this assignment. At any rate, here I was so I might as well make the best of it.
I made my way slowly through the crowds of tourists and the many Elvis impersonators to the baggage claim area where I quickly found the carousel that my luggage would be delivered to. Still holding tightly to my attitude, I glanced around at those mingling near me. That's when I first saw him! The sight of his perfection took my breath away. Before me stood the most unbelievable example of manhood that I had ever seen. He was a man of average height but he stood with his shoulders squared back, filled with dignity and grace so that he seemed 7 feet tall. His features were those of a Greek god. He had high, defined cheekbones, piercing dark eyes, a straight nose, and a strong chin. His hair fell lightly upon his shoulders, the curls bouncing as he turned his head. His eyes danced with prisms of light each time he blinked. It took only a glance, one split second for me to realize that I was in love. Seeing this wonderful example of manhood made me realize that I didn't have to be alone this week, and if I had anything to say about the situation at all, he and I would be singing together (among other things). I glanced down at my wrinkled suit and attempted to cover the rising bulge in my boxers. Straitening my tie, I looked over toward my fantasy man, but he had disappeared. I hastily searched the crowd for him needing to see where he was going, wanting to make contact with this beautiful man, but he had mysteriously vanished in the crowd. Turning to my right, the carousel began to rotate slowly as luggage began to appear. Once again I was left alone in Memphis, just me and 400 Elvis impersonators.
By the time I walked through the automatic doors of my hotel, my body was covered in perspiration from the hot, humid, Memphis day. A blast of cool air hit me in the face as I made my way toward the front desk to register. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him. Standing before me, checking in at the very hotel that I would be staying in, was my fantasy man. I quickly made my way to the desk so I could hear where his room was located. He was in room 425. Maybe my week in Memphis would turn out all right after all.
It took a little doing to get the room directly across from his, but I eventually rode the elevator up to the fourth floor where I located it, room 426. I was attempting to unlock my door without dropping my suitbag, suitcase, laptop, and briefcase, when his door opened. I glanced over my shoulder to see his silhouette in the doorway, the bright light from his window pouring out around him. He asked, "do you know where the ice machine is?." Finally finding my voice, I gave him quick directions to the little hallway by the elevators that housed the ice, and vending machines. Hearing him speak for the first time was the sweetest music my ears had ever heard. His voice matched the rest of his body, smooth, and very sexy. Like my knight in shining armor, he reached over and took my room key from my hand, slipped it into the door lock, and held the door open for me to enter my room. The door swung shut behind us as he fumbled for a light. I couldn't believe that he and I were finally talking to each other and right here in my hotel room too. Nervously, I turned the television on low just to have some noise in the room and to cover up the thundering sound of my pounding heart. I could feel the sexual tension between us. Since high school I had taken pretty good care of myself by working out regularly and playing racquetball. I didn't compare to this man though, it was obvious that he spent a lot of time developing every lickable inch of his gorgeous body. We made small talk for a few minutes and I hoped he would throw me down to the floor, rip my pants off of me and fuck me with what I was positive was the most beautiful cock I would ever see or feel. Unfortunately that didn't happen, but by the time he left a few moments later, we had plans to meet for dinner that night. Maybe this assignment would be my best ever, glancing at the television, I realized that Elvis was singing, "Love Me Tender", it must be a sign!
After cleaning up and putting on my tightest Levi's, a black T-shirt, and a royal blue silk blazer, I took the elevator down to the lobby where the bar and my special man were both located. I saw him immediately, wearing a white T-shirt and black jeans. He was hunched over the bar concentrating intently on his drink. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his hair the perfect length as it fell onto his shoulders, his ass cheeks fit snuggly in his tight black jeans that were molded perfectly for my hands to hold. I knew that I had to have this man no matter what I had to do to get him.
I slid onto the barstool beside him. I already knew that his name was Heath but I wanted to know all about this man, what he liked, what he didn't, and what I would have to do to make him mine. After drinks, we moved to the restaurant, sitting in a dark booth near the back. We talked, we laughed, we even cried a little, and with every minute that ticked by, I wanted him more. While ordering coffee from our young waitress, I felt something on my left leg, just below my knee. I couldn't say anything about it because I didn't want our waitress to suspect anything, but I realized that Heath had pulled his shoe off and was rubbing my leg with his foot under the table. When she walked away I shocked him by grabbing his foot and pulling it up into my lap. I massaged his foot, the top and the bottom, paying special attention to his long, sexy toes. Never missing a beat, I asked him for his other foot also, he was glad to oblige. Without looking up, I said, "I first noticed you at the airport, and when I did, I knew that I wanted to fuck you". His reply was simple and was accompanied by a wide grin, "let's go to my room, because. . . `I Can't Help Falling In Love With You' ".
Before the door had closed he grabbed me and pulled me to him placing his firm lips on mine. I felt his lips open and his warm thick tongue snake its way into my mouth. His hands were on my shoulders then, rubbing up and down my back, squeezing the cheeks of my ass. I loved his hard passionate kisses and returned them with a lust that I didn't know I had. I pulled his T- shirt over his head and was rewarded with the beautiful sight of a tightly muscled chest. His nipples capped tight pectorals and his belly was flat and ripped. I bent down and began to suck on his nipples, biting them to bring them to a point. His skin tasted wonderful as I licked back and forth all over his chest. I raised his right arm up above his head and dove in to his hairy armpit, licking until he was wet and squirming beneath my tongue. I moved to his other armpit and did the same, enjoying it much more than he could have ever enjoyed it. I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. I unzipped his black jeans slowly to reveal his dark pubic hair. I put my face into the hair and took a deep breath, knowing that this was the greatest aphrodisiac that existed. When his jeans slid down his hips I almost gasped. Before me, hung the most beautiful semi-erect cock that I had ever seen. It was thick, cut, and red hot to my touch. When I squeezed it, pre-cum oozed out of the head and I quickly licked it up. I put his balls into my hand and squeezed them lightly, gently pulling them down. His balls felt heavy and warm in my hand. I licked them, sucked them, and tugged on them. When I pulled his balls down hard, his cock bounced all around, standing straight out from his pubic bush. It was absolutely beautiful! He couldn't wait any longer so he held my head in his hands and pushed his beautiful cock past my lips. He was so big that I gagged a little at first but I was determined to take the whole thing in my mouth and down my throat. He tasted better than anyone I had ever tasted and soon, he had a handful of my hair and was pumping his hard boner rhythmically into my mouth and down my throat. Finally, we moved over to the bed where I finished undressing him. When looking at this perfect example of flawless manhood one realizes that when God created him he must have stood back, looked at his work, and smiled. I shed my clothes as quickly as possible not wanting to miss a single moment with Heath. I lay down on top of him and stuck his cock back into my mouth, he took my hard tool into his steamy mouth and rubbed my legs while he repeatedly brought me almost to the point of climax and then gently let me back down again.
I rolled off of him and knelt between his long, muscular legs. I began to kiss and lick underneath his balls, trailing down to his ass. I pulled his cheeks apart and was not surprised that his ass was as perfect as the rest of him. I found his little pink pucker hole, and began to lube it up with my tongue. Slowly, I pushed my tongue into his hole feeling the heat of his sensitive flesh. His pink ass muscle would open and shut for me as I stuck my tongue deep inside of him. He began to squirm and grunt low, guttural, animalistic sounds as he enjoyed all of my ass play. He moaned as I ate out his perfect ass. I moaned as I tasted this man and licked his sweet, beautiful ass cheeks. I licked his feet, sucked his toes and took my time worshipping his entire body. I crawled up to him again lightly kissing his lips and rubbing my face into the stubble on his cheek. I played with his hair, and bit his earlobe. I whispered to him, "please fuck me, I can't wait any longer!" I had to smile to myself as I remembered one of Elvis' big hits, "Hunk-A-Hunk-A Burin' Love". I was burning for the love of this stud and he was going to make the fire grow even hotter before it would finally be put out.
He rolled me over onto all fours. I anxiously waited for him to accept the invitation of my wide open ass that I willingly offered to him. He lubed his middle finger and stuck it into me, turning his hand around to open me up and get me ready for his monster cock. I glanced back at his hard dick before he shoved it inside of me. It was crimson, and hard, dripping precum, and his heartbeat made it jump with excitement. He unrolled a condom onto his cock and lubed the outside well. I was squirming by this time in anticipation of the pleasure that was to come. He positioned himself behind me and slowly pushed in stopping just after the ridge of his cockhead was inside. I pushed myself back against him and cried out from the size of his meat, but I had to have it. He held onto my waist and began a slow rhythm, pushing in and pulling out. Gradually, as I opened up, and as he got in the groove, he sped up, filling my ass with his condom covered cock with each thrust. I felt wonderful. My dream man was fucking my ass and I knew that the night was still young.
There was a part of me that wished I could be out of my body watching what was taking place in his hotel room that night. I was afraid that I would miss something and I wanted to see it all. I wanted to especially see Heath and what he looked like shoving his big dick into my ass. I wanted to see his face when it was contorted in ecstasy as he shoots his big load of manjuice up my chute. I wanted to see what we would look like cuddling after we settled down for the night. I wanted his face and entire body to be etched forever in my mind so that long after this special night was over, I'd be able to remember with the greatest of clarity and detail this one, unbelievable experience with one, unbelievable man.
Suddenly, Heath pulled out of me, leaving a terrible emptiness where his hardness had been. I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing. He bent down over my back, letting his hair fall into my face. His body glistened with perspiration from the workout he had been giving me, and his scent made me crazy. He lightly kissed my neck and then said, "Ok, I fucked you like you asked me to, now, I want to make love to you".
He rolled me over and slid his tongue back into my mouth. While kissing me with a passion that I had never felt before, he spread my legs, and entered me again. He was tender and filled with compassion as he moved in and out of me. He pulled away and I gazed into his eyes, the most beautiful, soulful eyes that I had ever seen. He felt wonderful inside of me, we fit together perfectly like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He felt wonderful on top of me, like a protector who would shield me from anything bad that came along. Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm. I held on to him, rubbing his back, feeling him so close to me that we were almost one. In a moment, he arched his back and his breathing began to get shorter. His head went back, and he cried out, "I'm cummmmmiiiiinnnnggggg!!!!!!" He filled up the condom with his man juice. He touched my hard cock and began to slowly move his fist up and down the length of my hard shaft. He snuggled beside of me so that our bodies were touching from head to toe, never once neglecting my throbbing cock. He talked to me while he nuzzled my ear, "shoot that fuckin' load all over my hand, let me see what making love does to you, I want to hear you when you cum!" The intensity was building and I knew that I couldn't hold off much longer. He closed his hand over the head of my penis and I went over the edge. "Oh fuck, God yea, Oh yes!"
As we lay nestled in each other's arms in a bathtub full of steaming, soapy water, we were surrounded by a peace and tranquility known to very few. Candlelight gave the room a sensuous glow, and the wine was chilled to perfection. "So," Heath said, "I never did ask you why you came to Memphis this week?" I explained that I worked for a large national magazine and was sent here to cover the twentieth anniversary of Elvis' death, the events at Graceland, and all of the fans who had come for the event. "Why", I asked, "Are you here this week?" He looked deep into my eyes before responding. "I was looking for something. I didn't know what or who, but something that could bring some happiness and meaning into my life. I left Las Vegas in search of something real, look who I found." I almost stopped breathing. "Look who you found", I said? "That's what I said," he replied softly, "if you want to be found." Without another word, I softly touched my lips to his and felt his mouth open wide to accept my tongue. As we passionately kissed, my cock once again began to stir. I slid my hand down Heath's chest to caress his huge member that had already come back to life. He was unbelievable, a true example of masculinity, grace, and form, and now he was mine. Four floors down a group of fans were singing as they walked through the streets of Memphis, "The Wonder Of You". Their voices were raised in song to give me a sign that everything would be all right. Even Elvis had sent his love.
The End