My Ultimate Fantasy
By Erik Reeves Drellman Erikreeves@aol.com
This story is dedicated to...well, he knows who he is!
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From the time I was in college I have been turned on by the thought of "anonymous" encounters with sexy guys and I will never forget the first time it happened to me. Years ago, I pulled into the parking lot of an adult bookstore on a long stretch of highway in Texas to check out some gay magazines that I liked. I had heard stories of .25 viewing booths and the infamous "gloryholes" that were cut into the walls that separated them but I had never seen one for myself...until that day.
The bookstore had a lot of male traffic while I took my time to browse through the magazines and by the time I was ready to check out with my rags I was very hard and anxious for some quick relief. When I paid for my magazines I decided to get some tokens too. I made my way into the dark hallway and heard the loud noises that accompany adult films. There was a lot of "ohhhs", "ahhhs", and "fuck me's" coming from the different rooms. I picked an open cubicle at the end of the hallway and closed the door behind me to find a small stool, a small screen to watch the movie, and a small, dark, round hole in the wall. The booth opposite mine was dark so I knew that it was empty. I fed some tokens into the machine and found a channel with a hot, all male, flick on it. As I got comfortable and pulled my hard cock out of my jeans, a light came on in the room beside me.
The man who stood on the other side of the round hole didn't even bother to place a token into the viewer, instead he unzipped his Levi's, pulled out a long, uncut cock, and placed it through the hole into my booth. I quickly knelt down and licked the folds of his foreskin until the head of his dick extended completely into my mouth. I saw very little of the man but I could tell that he wore cowboy boots, Levi's, and a western shirt. He looked to be about 40 years old and never said a word to me while I sucked on his swollen cock. After he shot a huge load of hot, salty, cum into my mouth, he quickly and quietly put his dick away, zipped up his pants, and walked out the door. That encounter, more than fifteen years ago, was the first of many "anonymous" meetings, and would feed my fantasies for years to come.
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I met a guy online a while back who really turns me on. I never saw myself as a guy who would meet a stranger for sex but this guy did things to me just by writing e-mails to me that I had never experienced before. The first time I actually spoke with him on the phone, I listened intently the sultry, low voice on the other end. There was just a touch of a southern accent, and in the words that I heard through the long distance phone lines that evening I discovered a man who oozed sexuality. I had to have this man. I wanted to experience things with him that I had never allowed myself to experience with anyone before him. Even beyond that though, I honestly felt as if I had discovered a kind and caring friend too.
I began to obsess about him. What he did during the day, when he ate lunch, what kind of car he drove, what he looked like in the moonlight with no clothes on, and numerous other things. As we used the computer and the telephone to get to know each other better, I felt myself beginning to care about this person that I didn't really know. He became a part of my life without me even realizing it.
Finally, when I could stand it no longer, we made arrangements to meet. An out of the way hotel, a "do not disturb" sign, and a bottle of wine, were my plans for him at our first meeting. I arrived at the hotel early to check into the room. I had fresh flowers, wine, cheese, grapes, and a portable CD player. I showered and shaved, carefully trimming around my moustache and goatee. I stood before the full-length mirror and studied my naked body. I looked at my thick, solid legs that were covered in a mass of blonde hair. I looked at my 33-inch waist that was a little larger than I would have liked it to be and noticed the covering of fur on my belly and up between my nipples. I stood gazing at my broad, 44 regular, shoulders and wondered if he would like what he saw when he arrived. The thought of finally meeting him face to face had made my cock semi-erect, and I noticed a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip of my cock head.
I put a CD of soft, romantic piano music on the CD player and hit repeat before slipping on a pair of Levi's and a denim shirt. I left the top four buttons of my shirt open so he would have easy access to whatever he might want. I grew nervous as I watched the clock slowly tick to the appointed hour of our meeting.
There was a slight knock on the door...I opened it to find my fantasy man standing there. He was everything that I dreamed he would be! He was about my height, had brown hair, and was adorable. I had planned the evening carefully and didn't want to rush into quick sex and have everything over before it really got started. As soon as the door slammed shut, I moved closer to him and placed my cheek up against his. He turned and kissed me lightly on the lips. Sparks flew between us as our mouths opened and our tongues began to dance together.
When I finally gained the strength to pull away from his passionate kiss, I slid his jacket off of his shoulders, slid the knot of his tie down, and then slowly began to unbutton his shirt. There was no need for words, the heat in our fingertips and the passion in our eyes said everything that needed to be said. I stepped into the bathroom and began to fill up the tub with steamy water. When I walked back into the hotel room I knelt down on my knees before him. I slipped off his shoes and socks and then unbuckled his belt and unfastened the button on the waistband of his pants. With my teeth, I clinched the zipper and pulled it all the way down. His dress slacks lay in a crumpled mound on the floor as he stepped out of them. I licked his belly button and made the trail of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his white briefs slick with my saliva. I could see the outline of his cock through the fabric of his underwear and I noticed a wet spot near the swollen head. I used my hand to place the elastic of his underwear in between my teeth and slide them down his legs.
I led him into the bathroom and shut off the water in the tub. He slowly lowered himself into the scalding water. I used my hands to massage the tense muscles in his shoulders. I took the bar of soap and meticulously lathered up every crevice and ridge of his body as I had done to mine only moments before. Then I took sweet balsom shampoo and worked it into his hair, gently but firmly massaging his scalp. When I was finished, I took a thick bath towel and dried him completely before leading him to the king sized bed.
The lights were low, the music soft, and the wine chilled. I gently shoved him back against the pillows. I took my tongue and licked the outside of his lips. I rubbed my freshly shaved face against the five o'clock stubble on his cheek. As I explored his handsome face, a moan escaped from his lips. My mouth found his earlobes and bit gently before going to his neck and moving steadily down to his chest. I fingered his nipples one at a time. Pinching them lightly and then twisting them just hard enough to make them stand up, red, firm, and erect.
As I straddled his naked body, I lifted his arms above his head and held them with one of my hands. Periodically, I would stop and just gaze into the sexy eyes of my man. I licked into his hairy armpit and saturated the hair with my spit. He squirmed underneath me but still, I wouldn't let him touch me. It was my desire to pleasure him like he had never been pleasured before.
I stood beside the bed and unbuttoned the few buttons of my denim shirt that were still fastened. I let the shirt fall from my shoulders and pulled my jeans down. I stood naked before him for the first time and was pleased that his cock began to swell and he licked his lips in anticipation of what I was planning to feed him. I slipped onto the bed beside him and felt our naked bodies touch. I held him in my arms feeling the hardness of another male body next to me. Our passion became even more heated as we held each other and kissed. I felt his hands running over the light dusting of fur on my body. I felt him gently tug my nipple ring and grab hold of my dripping, wet, dick. He licked the head of my cock first, lapping up the pre-cum that was oozing out of it. He tasted me and then licked down to the base of my cock before opening his mouth wide and swallowing me to my pubes. He was talented and his tongue danced around on my hard meat. My flesh was hot to the touch and the feeling of his tongue working me up just made me hotter. Taking his time, he brought me to new depths of ecstasy. His mouth was hot was he ate my cock. I felt the head of my dick as it rested on his thick tongue and felt the vastness of his throat each time he swallowed me.
I couldn't wait any longer! I flipped him over onto his stomach and knelt on the bed between his spread legs with his beautiful ass open before me. I took a moment to gaze at his pretty behind. I wanted a mental picture that I could keep with me for the times when he wasn't around. I grabbed a mound of flesh in each of my hands and began to knead his ass cheeks. I pulled them apart so I cold see the sweet flesh that lay between the beautifully rounded globes. His flesh was hot to my touch and I took my middle finger, and rubbed that secret spot that was being shared with me. Gently, I bent down and licked the small of his back. My tongue felt the hot skin and as if it had a mind of its own found its way down to the sweet hole that puckered for me. I licked over the folds of skin and slowly slipped the tip of my tongue into his sweet spot. The skin on the outside was rough and porous but inside it was smooth, and wet. I could smell the soap that I had recently used to clean him and I began eating his ass out in earnest. I spread his cheeks with more force than before and shoved my tongue as far into his ass as I could get it to go, constantly wishing that it were a few inches longer. He tasted like ripe fruit to me as I loosened him up.
His ass began to push back against my face and I could tell that he was enjoying this tongue washing. When his hips moved, he gave me exposed his hard cock and balls to me. I licked the sensitive area between his ass hole and his balls. His cock was stiff now and his balls were drawing up tightly in his sack so I put my hand around them and tugged them back down. I applied gentle pressure at first and then decided to play a little rougher so I gave them a tug. His cock was dripping with lube and his moans were getting louder as he squirmed and pushed back against my wandering tongue.
I turned around and picked up one of his feet and began to nibble on his toes one at a time. I licked up his leg tried to wet down each individual hair on them. Up his calves to his solid, muscular thighs and then my mouth found his dripping dick once again.
I rolled him onto his back because I wanted to see his face when I entered him. I had waited for a long time to be with this man and I had to be able to look into his eyes when I pushed my cock into him. As we held each other and kissed, my hardness found the warm spot between his legs that he saves for special men. As we moved around on the bed, the head of my cock was drawn to the puckered hole like a homing device. Even before I realized it, I was at the door ready to make an entrance. He looked at me and without saying a word I knew that he was ready and the he wanted me to be inside of him desperately. Lust has a language all of it's own.
I pushed timidly into him at first but he begged to be speared on my meat. His ass was hot and I was afraid the skin of my cock would be burned by merely touching his body. Soon, we developed a rhythm and began to pant. I stuck my tongue into his mouth as we fucked. The tenderness of the evening was replaced by a wild, animal lust. I wanted him. I wanted to shoot my seed up into his ass and I wanted to make him mine.
I pulled out momentarily and pulled him up onto all fours. His hole was flexing, wide open and begging for more of my dick. I was happy to oblige. We quickly found our rhythm again and the fuck continued. When I felt the beginnings of my orgasm I would slow down and barely move until it passed. I could reach under him and grab his huge, thick tool and jack it. I brought my hand to my mouth many times to taste his lube. I bucked into him, grabbing handfuls of his clean hair to hang on to while he moaned and begged for me to fuck him harder. Our bodies were glistening with perspiration, shiny and slick from our lovemaking.
Finally, I could stand it no more. I bent over his back so that I could be touching him as much as possible. I continued my thrusts and held onto his chest while I laid my head on his shoulders. I kissed his neck while I held him tightly to me. I could feel the gush of cum as it began far down in the depths of me and made its way furiously out of the head of my cock into his mutilated ass. I pushed as far into him as I could and held my dick still as I climaxed, giving him my load.
We held tightly to one another as our breathing became more normal. I slid out of his ass and he collapsed onto the bed. I gingerly rolled him over again, cradling his head in my arms. I put my hand around his hard, throbbing cock and began to pump it slowly. When his breathing began to get shallow again, I placed my lips tenderly over the head of his engorged cock. I licked him, tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum and let his cock rest on the pillow of my tongue. When he shot his load it went into my mouth and down my throat. I tasted the sweetness of my ultimate fantasy man that night. Before I had swallowed all of his load, I moved back up next to him and parted my lips in a tender kiss. I shared his seed with him as our tongues met once again.
We lay in each other's arms and basked in our new relationship. Our legs and arms locked together, my head on his chest. His breathing became shallow as sleep overtook him and I listened intently to the beating of his heart beneath his ribs. We had so much to experience and so much to share but I let him sleep for a while. I knew that we would both need our energy for later...I wanted the chance to have him fuck me and there were many, many more things that I wanted to experience with him. We would have plenty of time though, and I drifted off...to meet him in sleep.