It was close to the end of my vacation in Florida. I had gone with my parents and my younger sister. As usual, spending time away from my friends so far away from home made me feel lonely and aching for companionship. But I could do nothing about it except dream about the day that I find the man who completes me.
It was a steamy Florida night like all the others, and we decided to go to a greek restaurant for dinner. It was Friday night, so there was some live entertainment too; a singer and a band. As we were shown to our seats, I immediately noticed a handsome waiter and secretly hoped that he would serve us. Every day at the beach and on the streets, I would see gorgeous young men my age and I would burn with desire. Desire is so much more consuming when it is repressed--it is like a wild animal that grows more and more restless as its days in the cage draw on. However, I had become accustomed to this all too-familiar sensation. All I could do was lie on the intensely hot sand or on my hotel bed and fantasize about touching another man and having him hold me.
We sat very close to the dance floor. I looked over my menu and then looked up and saw.....him. Our waiter was not the man I had hoped for, but a young man that was infinitely more beautiful. He was slightly taller than me, in his early 20's, with short brown hair, and a well-toned body that was not overly-muscular. The moment I saw him, a hush fell over the entire room--I could hear nothing and sense nothing but the magnetic attraction I felt towards him. Immediately, I felt that familiar surge of heat flow through my body and bathe my heart. I found every little detail about him so incredibly attractive. He was wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up so that his strong tanned arms were exposed; what a delightful contrast they were to his luminous white shirt. His strength was evident from the slightly bulging veins in his arms and hands. This, together with the just-right amount of hair on his arms and on his exposed chest combined to subtly--almost subconsciously--remind me of his masculinity. As I let my eyes wander down his lean body, I saw that he was wearing black pants and black shoes.
He was a very friendly and genuine young man. He had a slight English accent that lent an aura of grace to his speaking and commanded attention.
As he took my parents' orders, I allowed myself to look at his eyes and I was entranced by them....they were impossibly blue and very beautiful. When he looked at me to take my order, I felt the wonderful impact of his look hit me. His eyes were so intense that they seemed to just pierce right through my lonely soul. When I finished speaking, I forced myself to look down right away because I feared that if I looked at him for one second more, I would never be able to turn away.
The restaurant was very busy and as we waited, I secretly followed him around when noone was looking. I scoured every detail of his presence, from the spontaneous and sexy way he had styled his hair, to the smooth leather of his shoes. At one point, when he turned his back toward my direction, I stared at his incredible ass. Think about how when you have two pieces of fabric sewn together, and you pull on each end in opposite directions. Do you know how the fabrics ripple along the seam as a result of the tightness?
Well that is exactly what the seam of his pants looked like. Nothing about this man seemed flawed. A true god. Seeing him walk quickly by me every minute or so, just brief enough for me to catch a quick glance, was sweet agony. How I longed to caress his warm body and lose myself in his arms. As the clock ticked on and the air filled with the pounding bass of the music, my passionate fantasies began to ignite.
Later when he brought my dessert, I said, "Thank you." "My pleasure," he replied. Upon hearing that, I closed my eyes for a moment and heard the word "pleasure" in his sexy voice resonate through my mind and body. When he brought the bill, I eagerly looked at it to see what his name was, but was disappointed to find that he had identified himself only as "Server 7."
Well, we finished and eventually had to leave. I couldn't escape the feeling of melancholy that washed over me as we walked to the hotel. Once again, I had to settle with nothing more than some vivid fantasies and convince myself that someday, I too would find a guy like that. When we got home, I laid down and tried to sleep, but my mind was flooded with images of him. I wished that he were laying next to me, so that I can breathe him in all night long. I was so sick of just fantasizing and not actually doing anything real. No person should endure such repression. We are all entitled to some love and affection; why didn't I allow myself that?
An hour passed, and then another. At 2am, I decided that I had to get out of that room and go see him again--just see him. As I was opening the door, my dad woke up and asked, "Where the hell are you going?" "I can't sleep--I'm going to take a walk" I said, and he went back to sleep. The air outside was still humid, but a slight breeze swept over my face. I could feel a kind of electricity in the tropical air. When I got to the plaza that the restaurant was located in, I sat on a bench outside its entrance. It was closing, so the staff was slowly trickling out. I just wanted to see his face and divine body one more time, so I pretended to be sitting casually while I looked over to the door to catch a glimpse of him. And then he appeared--he had unbuttoned two more buttons on his shirt, exposing his masculine tanned chest. He was pulling tablecloths off the tables. The moment I saw him, I felt a charge of intense heat flow through me, starting from my chest and radiating in all directions from there. My feet tingled and I felt light-headed. Then, this paralysis-like feeling turned into a charged eroticism. I felt myself getting hard, my cock pressing against my denim shorts. The cooks left, and then most of the waiters, one by one, and finally the busboys. Eventually, he was the only one left in the restaurant.
Then, the unthinkable happened. Something came over me and took control of my body. I got up and walked slowly to the door, and opened it. Deep inside my subconscious, a voice was screaming at me to turn around and leave, yet deeper still, another voice was enticing me to walk in. For the first time in my life, I ignored the screaming voice, and allowed myself to enter uncharted waters...I locked the door behind me and walked inside the restaurant.
He was sitting on a stool at the bar, counting his tips. He looked up at me, startled, and said, "I'm sorry--we're closed." "I know" I said, as I walked slowly towards him, staring into his eyes the whole time. I walked up to him and stopped so that I was standing between his spread legs. He stared at me, silent and puzzled. We stared at eachother for a few seconds, and then I found myself running my right hand through his hair. Part of me couldn't believe what I was doing--I didn't even know if this man were gay!
Yet I continued. I was amazed at just how soft his hair was. He froze at first, but I saw in his eyes a wall of defense begin to crumble. Then I pulled his head towards mine and kissed him--the floodgates opened, and an almost tangible current of passion began to flow out of me--and remarkably--him as well. He closed his eyes and surrendered to me. His lips were like silk, and contrasted with the stimulating feeling of his day's growth of stubble that scratched my face. I held his face with my hands as we kissed, my blood beginning to boil. Then I ran my hands down his neck, and then down to his shirt. Without looking, I unbuttoned his shirt, button...by...button and pulled it off his heaving body to expose a stunning chest, with some hair on his defined pecs that led down his abdomen and surrounded his navel, which was shallow because of the tight abs underneath.
He had a glorious tan and sumptuous nipples that were standing erect. I spread his arms open to his sides with my wanting hands as we continued to kiss and inhale eachothers' breath.
The voice of repression had finally stopped its incessant nagging in my head. We both needed eachother so badly; what was happening just felt so....natural. He pulled his lips away from mine, and looked deep inside my eyes. Everything else in the room grew dim as I stared back. He slowly brought his finger to my mouth, and after I stroked it with my tongue, he gently dragged it down my chin and then along my neck. When he got to my shirt, he grabbed both collars and ripped it--buttons flew everywhere. My shock quickly turned into excitement, and my cock was so hard it felt like it was ready to burst through my shorts. I got on my knees and began to unbutton his pants. He just threw his head backwards, closed his eyes, and ran his fingers through my hair as I gradually pulled his pants off. He was wearing white boxer briefs that clinged to his body as if they were custom made for him. His cock was obviously hard, judging by the mound between his legs. I could make out its outline against the soft cotton of his briefs.
Using my teeth and hands, I slid his briefs off and liberated his cock from its confinement. He was so excited that it was pulsating in synch with his heartbeat.
The sight of this pushed my lust even further. I grabbed his muscular cock and ran my tongue from its base, up to the head, and around the underside of its ridge, ending with my tongue flicking against his hole. He moaned as I repeated this a few times. I decided I had teased him enough, so I slid his hard cock into my mouth and sucked deeply on the head before pushing it down into my throat, inch by inch until my lips were pressed against his balls. His manhood filled my mouth and expanded my throat. He kept repeating in a breathy voice, "uhhh...yesss...ohhhhh." Hearing his utterances and feeling his cock pulsate inside my mouth drove me crazy, so I pulled it out and then quickly crammed it back in, over and over and over again. I was so hungry for his hot dick, and I loved the musky taste of it.
Every so often, I'd suck on his silky balls--they were pressing against his sack--then I'd return to his eager cock. Eventually, I let his cock fall out of my mouth, I got up, and then sat on the stool with him so that my cock was pressed against his and our chests were touching eachother, with my legs straddling his. He had this look of absolute bliss in his eyes; his eyelids were heavy and his mouth slightly open. We put our arms around eachother and kissed passionately. I could feel his hard nipples against mine and I felt his heartbeat through my chest; beating like a ritual drum. It felt so good to have our manhoods touch eachother, so I shifted by body back and forth and left to right so they could rub eachother even more. I pushed his body back a bit and stooped down to suck his nipples. I played with them with my tongue--encircling them and then massaging them with it. He liked this, for I could feel him getting harder.
I got off the stool, held my lover's hand, and guided him to a large round table behind us. I gently pushed him onto the table, so that he was lying on his back. I did not understand where all this assertiveness was coming from, but I did not care--it felt so right. I grasped his broad shoulders with my hands and then lovingly stroked his body while my cock rested between his ass. Electrified by this, he implored, "I want you inside of me." I got on my knees once again, and pushed his thighs up so that his knees were brought closer to his face. This exposed his asshole, which seemed to be begging for satisfaction. I just dived right in, burying my face into his crack. I flattened my tongue out and ran it slowly across his asshole, to which he shuddered with ecstasy. Then I tightened my tongue and pressed it into his hole, delicately probing it and loosening it. I repeated this over and over again. Next, I licked my finger and pushed it into his ass. I felt his body tense up at first and then relax so that my entire finger got in. I followed this with a second finger, gently loosening him up.
At this point, I was extremely hard. My cock felt like a metal rod and my balls were tight and swollen. This was the moment I had dreamt about for years. I yearned to be inside him and he was eager for it too, because when I lifted my face from his ass, he spread his cheeks apart and looked at me with intense desire. I grabbed my hard cock and pressed it against his ass, teasing him in the same way that I had fantasized being teased myself. This burned him up; his nipples were standing erect and his cock was throbbing.
Finally, I slowly guided my cock into his body, inch by inch. At first, his face and entire body tensed up, which I could feel in his ass. But then, he relaxed and I pushed the rest of my cock into him until only my balls were exposed. He moaned and breathed heavily as I began to thrust myself out of him and back into him. He stretched his arms out and grasped the edges of the table, exposing his biceps and the bit of underarm hair that turned me on so much. Feeling his ass wrapped around my solid cock enveloped me in rapture. It felt so good to be inside of him; I felt so complete. I continued to pound myself into him, my sweat dripping onto his gorgeous chest. The air became filled with primal sounds of carnal indulgence that came from our mouths. Words are useless in describing such intense pleasure, such uninhibited sensuality.
A long time passed, and I could not hold it back any longer. "Please cum inside of me," he begged. My body experienced what seemed like convulsions, and I kept slamming into him as my cock finally exploded inside his ass like a cannon.
I could feel the surge of cum being shot out of my body and into his hot, tight ass. This made him wild, and he reached up and pulled me towards him, and we kissed. Our bodies were wet and hot. I continued to push myself into him as deep as I could go, until every last drop of cum went into him.
The eroticism of this night seemed like it would never end, for I began to feel a great need for him inside of me. As I pulled my cock out of his ass, some of cum dribbled out of him, and I was amazed at apparently how much I had ejaculated. Without saying a word, he got off the table and guided me onto it, on my knees. It was like he had read my mind. He then got onto the table as well, spread my ass cheeks apart, and started to do to me something I had always wanted to try; he sucked my quivering asshole with his warm, wet tongue and kneaded my cheeks at the same time. This felt so much better than I had ever imagined. Waves of pleasure electrified every fiber of my body and soul. He grabbed my still rock-hard cock, and ran his tongue from the head, up the shaft, between my balls, and across my asshole in one long, slow, sensuous sweep. He knew I was dying for his cock, so he put two of his fingers into my mouth and then slided them into my ass. I was tense for a brief second, but then accommodated them easily. I wanted nothing else but to feel him inside of me.
He grabbed the base of his swollen cock and--at first--slowly eased it into my ass. After a couple of inches were in, he rammed it all the way in, and I nearly lost it. I tightened my ass around his cock, and this aroused him so much that he started pounding me hard and fast. The sound of his balls slapping against mine made me so hot that I started to press myself towards him so that his cock would go as deep as possible. He leaned forward, resting his wet, hot chest against my back and I felt his hard nipples once again. I had dreamt about this day for a long, long time, and it was finally happening. Every care in my mind disappeared and I was overwhelmed by the immense pleasure I was feeling. He made me feel things I had never felt before.
Eventually, I felt my lover's cock start to throb and knew that the time was near. "Oh yeah....oh yeah" he uttered. "I want you to cum in my mouth" I begged him. He quickly pulled his cock out of me and I swung around with my face towards it. As he stroked his cock, I tugged on his balls and licked my lips. Finally, he started to shudder violently and I quickly grabbed his manhood and put its head on my lips. He grunted loudly as a huge stream of cum exploded from his cock and into my mouth. I was in total bliss, eagerly swallowing every last drop of his hot semen. This is the moment of absolute ecstasy; the moment when nothing else in the world matters.
We laid down on the table and kissed with more passion than I ever thought was possible. Wrapped in eachothers' arms, he caressed my face and I smiled at him. I had longed to be held in a man's arms like this for so long....This is what it means to be human. This is what it feels like to be complete. My life would never be the same again.
The End