Net-Mate

THIS STORY CONTAINS MATERIAL BEST SUITED FOR CONSENTING ADULTS, SPECIFICALLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL INTERACTION BETWEEN MEN. IF YOU ARE UNDER AGE, OR FEEL THIS MATERIAL MAY NOT BE APPROPRIATE FOR YOU, THEN PLEASE FIND YOUR ENTERTAINMENT ELSEWHERE.

NetMate (M,M)

a story by Russell S. russells@flash.net

Dedicated to G., who's love has taken me places I didn't know existed.

NETMATE

As he sat composing an email with his decision, Adam fought off the sleep that was quickly overtaking him. The activities of the past weekend and an hour's drive home had left him drained of energy. Adam had returned from an encounter he would never forget. Now he was slowly typing the answer Daniel, his lover, was waiting for.

The adventure for Adam had begun about two weeks earlier after he had posted that story to the newsgroup. You've probably read it. You know, the one about the accountant and the client staying late to work on a tax return, they start talking, get interested, then fuck each other right there in the office. Anyway, Adam had written it as almost a joke to himself just to see what kind of response he might get. He was always seeing the invitations of those other writers asking for comments and he wondered what kind of guys actually wrote back. Of course, in his mind, he didn't think reading those stories was anything but entertainment and a good source of jack-off material. Did anyone really take them that seriously or was everyone like him, a lonely, horny gay man with not many prospects for a long term relationship? One Saturday with nothing to do, he wrote out the story, polished it up a little, and posted it. Then he waited.

On Sunday morning, as was his custom, Adam went right to the computer for a good stroke session. He always woke up with a hard-on and, since getting wired to the Net, used the sex story newsgroup for inspiration. Today was no exception. With his thick cock leading the way, he walked into the back bedroom he used as a home office, sat down, and dialed up the ISP. He took a few preliminary pulls on his dick as the home page loaded on the browser. He was primed for a good quick cum as he clicked open the newsgroup. Then something caught his eye; he had email waiting. Adam was used to getting a couple of letters from family during the week, but they never wrote on the weekends. Suddenly remembering the story posting, he closed the newsgroup and opened his email window. Still absentmindedly stroking his cock to keep it hard, he waited for the download. As one after the other came in, he couldn't believe it. Seven messages already and it was just the first day. Eagerly, he clicked open the first one. Somebody named Paul who just said, "Thanks for the story. It was good." Somewhat disappointed, he went on to the next. It, too, was very short and not very engaging. Adam began to wonder if that was all anyone ever wrote. Maybe he had wasted his time, although writing the story had been fun. The third and fourth messages were of the same type. He wondered why the senders even bothered. The fifth message was different. As it opened, Adam noted the scroll bar getting shorter. At last, he thought, more than one sentence from somebody. Adam began to read the lengthy letter. As he progressed, his dick hardened fully, standing straight up from his furry lap. The sender was telling his own story to Adam. Sucking his first cock and getting fucked during his days in college, the writer was telling Adam all about his first time. This was the kind of response Adam had hoped for. Somebody out there had actually read his writing and connected with it enough to tell all this to Adam, someone he didn't even know. As he read, Adam began to stroke himself once more, a little faster and a little harder this time. Precum dripping from his cock slit greased the way for his hand to slide up and over the tip of his dick and back down the hot, hard shaft. The letter went on and so did Adam. Breathing harder and jacking faster, he began the final assault. Gasping, grunting, moaning, and flailing his arm with each full stroke, Adam felt his balls tighten and the first twinge of a spectacular orgasm. He pitched and rocked uncontrollably as the first squirt of cum flew out, landing on his leg. The next volley splattered his chest and stomach, each succeeding one a little less volatile than the one before. Cum coated his hand and cock, running over his balls. One small droplet even glistened on the monitor. Adam enjoyed the after effect of the best orgasm he had had in several weeks, if not months. Grabbing a couple of kleenex to sop up the thinning juice, he cleaned up best he could and then scrolled down the remaining paragraphs to the end of the letter. Picking up his pen, he quickly made note of the email address of the guy who had provided such a fantastic start to his day. As he read the last line of the letter telling him how much the writer had enjoyed Adam's story, he noted the name with the same careful attention he had of the email address. Daniel.

Adam scanned the last two emails quickly, noting again the short, almost uninterested comments from the readers. He appreciated them reading the story and getting off from it, but why, he thought, couldn't they all be like Daniel's letter. Within a few minutes he was reading the first paragraph again, trying to find some more meaning in it, possibly some more information about this Daniel and why he had taken so much time to write back. As he read down the page for the second time, Adam felt his cock begin to thicken once more. As he read the story again, he found himself jacking off like he'd never touched himself earlier. All the sensations were there like before, only slightly duller. Still, his hot, hard cock felt good in his hand and he continued the manipulation with vigor. This time, he got a few more paragraphs further into the story before contracting into orgasm and spewing cum onto his stomach and smearing it over the flared head and thick shaft of his spent cock. It had been a long time, Adam thought to himself, since a story had read well enough to provoke a second orgasm. He looked once more at the writer's name. Damn, he thought, who is this Daniel?

As the weekend came to an end that evening, Adam continued to check his email hourly as he had all day. In his head he hoped Daniel would write again, but nothing with that name came across the email headers. A couple of other guys liked his story, one even going so far as to ask Adam what he looked like and if he had any pictures to send out. Adam wrote to both of them in replies thanking them for their comments. Then it came to him. "You fucking idiot!" he screamed to himself. He had failed to reply to Daniel's letter that morning. No wonder nothing had come in from the mystery man. Without a reply, Daniel wouldn't know if Adam had read his letter or not. Quickly, Adam reopened the email in question, double-checked the address again, and began a reply. This one had to be special, he thought. He didn't want to sound desperate, like all he did was sit around waiting for email, but he wanted Daniel to know that any further correspondence would be much appreciated. After a few minutes and some strategic editing, Adam sent the reply and watched as the computer went through the gyrations of directing his message onto the Net and towards the intended target. It was late enough now that Adam decided to not waste all night anticipating another letter from Daniel. Besides, Daniel might be asleep right now. Adam thought then of all the things he didn't know about the man he was obsessing over. Where did he live? What was he like? How old was he? All the standard questions guys seem to want to know up front so they don't waste their time chasing men they may ultimately find unattractive or simply not their type. Adam forced himself to go to bed, still thinking of that wonderful letter.

Monday morning came too fast. Adam had spent the better part of the night tossing and turning and thinking of Daniel's words. Why was he so taken with this, he wondered. It's just a letter. But such a hot letter. More than once he realized his cock had grown hard again, but he did nothing towards working up another load of jizz. He'd wait to see if Daniel had written any more. Maybe a lot more, he hoped. Finally, at 6 am, Adam forced his tired body out of bed. This was earlier than he usually got up on workdays, but he wanted to check his email that morning just in case. Slipping on his bathrobe to fight off the morning chill, Adam went to the computer and began to click his way onto the Net. Opening the browser and watching the email indicator, it seemed to take far longer than normal to open. Within what was only about 30 seconds, but felt to Adam like 30 minutes, the email signal came on again. Quickly this time, he went directly to the email section of the software and watched as another five messages downloaded from the server. Disappointment set in as he realized none were from Daniel. He read them anyway, but found nothing but the same canned responses. "Hot story," "I wanted to do so-and-so," "Send stories, pictures, etc. to," and "I liked it when this character did..." Almost angry that Daniel hadn't written again, Adam checked the time and knew this added step in his daily routine had more than effected his sex drive. It had now caused him to be late for work.

The day wore on, hour by hour, as Adam tried to concentrate and be productive, but he found himself easily distracted thinking of the possibility of more contact with Daniel. Promptly at five, he left the office and drove home, anxious to see what the day's email contained.

Removing his tie and jacket as he walked through the house, Adam went directly to the office and sat down at the computer. Quickly, the Net was dialed up and the email checked. Two messages were waiting. His mouth dry from anticipation and his dick already half hard from the thought of Daniel's second response, he looked at the screen and saw what he had longed for since yesterday morning. Not just one, but both messages were from Daniel. Smiling to himself and rubbing his cock through his dress slacks, Adam began to read the first message. This time it was simply what would be considered a regular letter. Something he could show his mother. Daniel explained some more about finding the story Adam had written and how much he liked it, general information mostly. It was the last paragraph that caught his attention.

"I'm 25, sandy blonde, short hair, brown eyes, 6'tall, 175#, slightly hairy chest," wrote Daniel, "and I'm gay."

A dream image took shape in Adam's mind as he took note of each statistic. That was Adam's type to a tee. His cock was pounding now as he squeezed the head through the material of his pants. Damn, thought Adam, all that and his kind of man. How could it get any better? Finished with the first message, Adam opened the next, wondering as he went what Daniel had felt the need to send separately. This message was shorter than the first and right to the point.

"Adam," it began just as the first message, "I forgot to ask you to tell me more about yourself. I'm very curious about the guy that could write the story you did. I'm also an accountant, but I've never had an experience in the office. Actually, I've not had much experience with men at all, but that's a long story. Tell me all about yourself, please. I'm really interested to see which of the characters in the story was you. Thanks, Daniel."

Adam stood up from the computer and walked back towards the master bedroom and bath. Once there, he stripped off his clothes while he gathered his thoughts of what he would tell Daniel in the next message. Naked, he turned and looked at his body in the large mirror mounted over the sink and countertop. He was rock hard, his shaved balls swollen and pulled tight against the base of his cock. A large drop of precum threatened to drip onto the floor, but Adam swiped it off the head of his dick and licked it off his fingers. Sucking the last tiny taste of the fluid from his left hand, he began to stroke his cock with the right. He watched himself in the mirror as his cock thickened even more, the drops of clear liquid returning again and again to the slit as he stroked them up from his balls. Unable to stop himself, Adam took another ten strokes, gasped at the intensity, and blasted out a white ribbon of cum, splattering the mirror and leaving a long, thin trail across the synthetic marble of the countertop. Then another, shorter than the first, but still packing a punch. A third, fourth, and fifth shot left the end of his cock, the remaining small amounts dribbling over his knuckles. As he stood and watched his reflection breathing hard and continuing to slowly milk the cock in his hand, Adam sighed contentedly. Now he could concentrate on a letter to Daniel.

Adam wrapped his bathrobe around himself and went back to the computer. Rereading Daniel's two emails, his cock returned to full erection, pushing up the material of his bathrobe into a tent any Boy Scout would be proud of. Adam had never considered himself to be well endowed, but he was above average, he thought. Maybe he should include his cock size in the answer to Daniel's request. Quickly reconsidering in fear of seeming too eager or vulgar, he decided to give the same information Daniel had given. Adam clicked around the screen to begin a new letter.

"Dear Daniel," he began, then halted to think of the exact wording he wanted to use. "Thanks for writing again. I enjoyed your first letter so much, I had to write back. As for a description, I'm 30, dark hair, brown eyes, 6'1", 185#, trim, and a GWM. I keep my balls and chest hair clipped short because I like it that way. In appearance, I'm very straight acting, but underneath I enjoy nothing better than a strong man in my arms."

Adam thought a minute, then continued. "Your letter to me was quite stimulating, to say the least. You said you haven't had much experience with men, but from your letter, it sounds like you've had enough to know what you want. I've not had too much experience, either, but I guess that is my own fault. I'm not what anyone would consider "out", but I'm coming to terms with my sexuality and what my family was expecting from me. I don't want to bore you with a deep analysis of being gay. I'll finish with another big "Thank You" for the comments on my story and the wonderful letter you sent me. Write again soon. Adam." Satisfied with the short effort, he sent the letter and left the room to fix dinner.

An hour later, after consuming his plate of baked fish and macaroni and cheese, Adam casually walked back to the computer with the intention of browsing for stories, but was drawn again to the email signal showing on the screen. Someone had sent a message while he ate dinner. Clicking on the download button, he was surprised to see Daniel's name again for the third time that day. Adam thought to himself Daniel must have been sitting at his computer when he had sent his message. Instantly, Adam felt a little more closely connected with Daniel, knowing they had both been so close in cyberspace. This new message was short, only two lines. "Dear Adam, I got your letter and your description sounds like my type of guy. One thing you left out; where do you live? Later, Daniel."

Up until this point, Adam hadn't considered telling anyone where he lived. All he ever heard on the news concerning the Internet was how dangerous it was to give out your real name and address. Of course, he was using his real name, but his email was set to where only his first name went out in the return address of his letters. He had never considered giving anyone his home address anyway. Now a cute, sexy guy was asking him where he lived. Adam sat and thought about it. What could go wrong, he wondered, if I only give the city? Is that all he wants, or is this a lure of some kind to get information about where I live? Thinking a minute, Adam decided to answer, but the city name only. Clicking the reply button to make it easier, he wrote one short sentence.

"I live in Dallas, what about you? Adam." With the little email sent on it's way, he turned to the Net and a round of stories.

Adam had gone to bed that night fully satisfied and sleepy from a rousing jack off session that he managed to prolong for almost an hour as he read one story after another. He always shot farther as a result of such lengthy stimulation. Tonight had been no exception. The earlier orgasm in the bathroom hadn't diminished anything. As his dick spasmed in his tight grip, cum virtually sprayed from his swollen cock, hitting him in the chin and upper chest before slowing to a trickle. It was messes like this that made him glad he kept his chest hair short. After licking some off his hand, he cleaned up the rest of his juice with a wad of kleenex. It was getting late, but no further response had come in from Daniel. After shutting down the computer, Adam picked up his robe from off the floor and the wet tissues, turned off the light, and went to bed.

Adam awoke the next morning to the sun glinting through the mini-blinds that covered two windows across the room from the bed. He also awoke to his usual stiff dick. He absently rubbed the swollen head and delighted in the sensitivity still present from his session the night before. Glancing at the clock, glowing the time from the nightstand, Adam cursed under his breath as he realized it was fifteen minutes past his usual wake up time. Angrily, he threw back the blanket and got out of bed, naked and erect. He looked down at his dick and knew he wanted some more attention, but tried to keep some degree of control to lessen the chance of being late for work again. He couldn't very well tell the office he was late because he couldn't resist jacking off again. Reluctantly, he walked to the bathroom and began his daily ritual.

Forty-five minutes later, shaved, showered, and dressed for work, he grabbed a bagel from the bag on the kitchen counter to eat on the drive into the office. He was flaccid now, but the thoughts of sex continued to creep in, making his penis rise and fall slightly with each new image of pleasuring himself with a good story. Half way to work, it dawned on him what he'd forgot. "FUCK!" he yelled to himself out loud. With everything that had gone through his mind that morning, why hadn't he thought to check the email?

Adam continued to kick himself for the rest of the day as he wondered about Daniel's response to the location he'd given as home. This day seemed to drag longer than the day before. As he had done yesterday, Adam left work precisely at 5:00.

Home again, finally, Adam all but ran to the computer, not bothering to remove his jacket or tie this time. All his thoughts were focused on any email from Daniel. As the browser opened, he stared at the email icon waiting for the indication of mail to be read. And there it was. At least one letter was waiting. Excitedly, Adam went right to the email window. Watching as it downloaded, he caught Daniel's email address right at the end of the first message. Three more were waiting as well. Once finished collecting the four letters, Adam clicked his way to the first one, Daniel's letter. This message wasn't very long, but what it contained had Adam shaking in his chair. He hadn't counted on this little development.

"Dear Adam," it began, "Dallas, you say? I've been there before. It's a nice city with lots of things I like. I've even considered moving there. By the way, I live in Ft. Worth. Later, Daniel."

Without reading the other three messages, Adam closed the browser and disconnected from the ISP. "Oh, God," he said to himself. This person he was lusting after and wanted so badly to know was living an hour away. Was it luck? Was it fate? Was it even a good thing to know? Thoughts of a rendezvous with Daniel filled his mind as his swelling cock filled his pants. Suddenly uncomfortable, he reached down almost unconsciously and rearranged his meat to a more upward position. For the first time since Daniel had first written, Adam was wondering if he could actually go through with getting to know the man who had sent him such an erotic reply to the story he had placed on the Net. He had never considered actually meeting any of the guys that might be reading the story he'd written. He had hoped for email, but this was almost too much to handle so quickly. Standing, Adam walked to the bedroom in a daze. What was he going to do now, he wondered?

For the rest of the evening and into that night, Adam thought through scenario after scenario about what a meeting with Daniel would be like. Would they actually be attracted to each other? Was it a trick of some kind that might get his head bashed in? Was Daniel telling the truth about his description? Could they actually become lovers and live out the scenes from the stories he'd read? He considered location, his job, his family, HIV infection, even his long-distance phone bill. Still, Adam couldn't make up his mind about what to do. Around 1:30 am he fell asleep, but continued to dream of the young man who had made such an impression.

Adam woke up early after a pitiful night's sleep. Unable to get comfortable, he got out of bed and went to the kitchen for a caffeine fix. As the water heated in the microwave for a cup of tea, Adam began to question his own sexuality. He had only admitted to himself about a year ago that he was gay. Before that, he had considered himself at most bisexual. His experience with women had been no better than with men, but because of that heterosexual contact he was convinced that he could go either way. Only after getting involved so heavily in the Net did he finally question himself about where his real desire lay. He had always become aroused when looking at naked guy photos, but considered that to be only one aspect of his sexual interest. As he became more familiar with the Internet and all the sites which catered to people seeking gay pornography, he began to realize more and more that it was the gay material that made him excited to the point of fantasizing about having sex with the models in the pictures. Eventually, the straight porn was dropped completely and he filled his masturbation sessions with more and more graphic photos of copulating men. Adam was homosexual and he knew it. It had taken him thirty years to figure out, but when he did, he never had reconsidered. That is, until now. He began to think of all the sterotypes he'd heard about in school and at church, back when he still attended, and wondered if any of them were true. He had never wanted to have sex with boys or had worn women's clothing. Over time, he'd learned that all the crap being fed to most people about what being "gay" meant was just that, crap. Adam didn't feel he fit any mold he'd ever been told of about what gay's were like. He certainly did not think of himself as a queen or a fairy. But he also didn't feel like dropping to his knees and sucking any dick offered him, either. He didn't hang out in bars trying to pick up a guy for the night. The aspect of virtually continuous sex with a different guy every night was what triggered this self-doubt. Was he gay because he liked to fantasize about male-to-male sex, or did he have to prove it by having lots of real-life partners? More confused than ever, Adam finished his tea and began his morning routine a little early. He knew Daniel would be wanting a reply, but he had to think just a little longer about what it would mean to meet the real life version of one of his fantasies.

With ten minutes left before leaving for work, Adam sat down at the computer to write something further to Daniel.

"Dear Daniel," it began. "I have to admit your location caught me off guard. I guess I wasn't expecting a response to my story from someone in my own backyard. The idea of actually meeting a guy who read my story hadn't really occurred to me, but I guess it could happen. I need a little more time to think about it, but I'll write again in a couple of days after I've had time to take this all in. I don't want to rush into anything. Later, Adam."

The day had gone smoothly for a change. The uneasiness of not knowing what to do about Daniel had pushed all the sexual thoughts out of his mind. Adam didn't even once start to get hard while at work. No images of hard cocks or naked chests grinding together had disturbed him today. His mind simply wrestled with work issues until five o'clock, then his thoughts turned to going home.

Email from Daniel was waiting for him when Adam once more looked into the monitor and the intrigues of cyberspace. Daniel's tone and words gave Adam some reassurance, but didn't calm his fears completely.

"Dear Adam, I understand your concern about meeting people on the Net. Sometimes that can be rough and the attention you get is not always what you might expect. I've never met anyone this way either. I'm going to leave the option to meet you open. It's your call. We both have to be comfortable with it. I'd be happy to have dinner with you one evening, if you want to, just as friends. I like to take things slow. Falling in bed is not only a bad habit, it's too dangerous. Think about dinner and let me know sometime. Daniel."

As he closed the email window, Adam was already thinking about it. In the back of his mind, he wanted to do it, but the years of hiding his true nature still made him play games with himself. He had never allowed himself the pleasure of having an actual one-on-one relationship with anybody, but now the opportunity was making itself available. Even if Daniel turned out to not be anything like the mental picture Adam had formed in his mind, maybe they could at least be friends. A friend was maybe even more important right now for Adam than a boyfriend. He had never had too many friends anyway, and no gay friends. It was frustrating for him to never have much to do on weekends or holidays than to spend time at his parent's house or just bum around his own place. He had been down on Cedar Springs in Dallas and seen the gay couples and singles interacting, but had never had the courage to try and meet anyone or make any friends. He was too concerned with looking like he just wanted sex. That was way down his list as far as motivation for meeting someone. Sure, he got horny, but his sense of right and wrong always got the better of him. Adam knew being gay was right for him, but casual sex with a virtual stranger was wrong. Now came Daniel, talking about the same ideas Adam had always felt in his own mind. Be friends first, then if a relationship is born of that so much the better. It came down to one question for him in the end. Did he want to meet Daniel and see what happened? The right answer was yes. Before he could muddle up his thoughts and maybe change his mind, Adam sent an email to Daniel.

"Dear Daniel, I would very much like to meet you for dinner as a friend. Let me know your schedule and I'll see what looks good to me. We'll work out the details when we set a date. Thanks for the invitation, Adam."

Before he could second guess himself, Adam hit the send button and the message was on its way. Within minutes, he was nervously drumming his fingers on the desk, wondering if he'd done the right thing.

A small flurry of emails passed between them before Adam and Daniel decided on the next Tuesday night. Daniel was coming into Dallas for a meeting with a client and wanted to stay for dinner. It was agreed they would meet at the Blackeyed Pea on Cedar Springs, right in the heart of Dallas gay culture. Besides that, they both liked the food. The date was made, now the waiting began.

By Tuesday night, Adam was a nervous wreck. His clothes didn't seem right, his hair wasn't behaving, and he was sure he'd sprayed on too much cologne. He was supposed to meet Daniel at 7:00. With just enough time to get there, Adam left the house convinced he was a total mess. Arriving at the restaurant a few minutes later, right at 7:00, Adam walked to the front of the restaurant and waited outside. That was a detail he hadn't counted on, waiting inside or outside. What if Daniel was waiting inside and thought he wasn't coming, wondered Adam. Just as he reached for the door, he thought he heard his name. Looking up, a young, blond man walked toward him from around the corner of the building. Adam thought to himself, "Is that him? He doesn't look like what I expected, but I didn't have a picture." The young man walked up to him and spoke.

"Adam, I'm Daniel. I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic was backed up." Extending his hand, Daniel continued, "It's nice to meet you and I'm glad we could have dinner tonight."

Realizing his blank stare, Adam finally responded, "Daniel, yes, I'm Adam. I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I was comparing your desciption to the real you. You didn't do yourself justice in your email." Adam suddenly blushed bright red. He couldn't believe he'd just said that to a guy he didn't know. "I'm glad to meet you, too," he quickly added.

Daniel just smiled and they shook hands.

"Are you ready to eat?" asked Daniel.

Still somewhat staring and taking mental notes on Daniel's appearance, Adam answered, "Yes, please. Let's get a table. I'm starving."

"I can tell," said Daniel, under his breath.

The dinner went smoothly. Once the conversation started, Adam calmed down and began to enjoy himself. Daniel had an easy-going way about him that made Adam feel comfortable. The food had been good and the evening pleasant. As they sat and talked while Daniel drank a cup of coffee, Adam made a statement out of the blue.

"I've never been in a gay relationship before."

Daniel looked at his dinner companion and smiled. "No kidding? You looked like a pro," he said, smiling broadly. Adam didn't say anything.

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry. I was trying to be funny. I shouldn't tease you like that," said Daniel.

"No, it's OK," replied Adam. "I'm just having to deal with a lot of feelings right now that are kind of new to me. I only came out, as it were, a few months ago. "Out" isn't really the right thing to say. The only person that knows I'm gay is you." Adam stared at the table, embarrassed at his lack of sophistication. Sensing Adam's discomfort, Daniel picked up the conversation.

"I got lucky, you might say, and was found out by my mother. She walked in on me and my first boyfriend back in high school, kissing in the garage. We didn't even know she had seen us until we heard the door into the house close. She finally confronted me a few days later. I didn't know what to expect, but it went pretty smooth, I guess. My mom and dad didn't exactly like it, but they didn't kick me out either. Johnny, my boyfriend, would come over once in a while, but we were never comfortable around them. He and I broke up a few months later and they never did say anything else about it. Of course, everyone in my family knows now. They are all pretty good with it. I had it easy, I guess."

"Wow," said Adam, "you had a boyfriend in high school? What about the email you sent me about your first time in college? Maybe I shouldn't be getting so personal."

"No, that's Ok," Daniel responded, "I don't mind to tell you. That story was part true and part false. Johnny and I kissed and jerked each other off mostly and I tried to give him a blowjob once, but that was it. College was where I was really broken in, so to speak. I met a guy, Randy, who I thought was so cool. He was laid back, in control, confident, and smart. I didn't know he was gay until he asked me out. Randy showed me that being gay was OK. It didn't mean you walked funny or dressed like a girl. He made me understand that I'm just like everybody else. I need love and affection and sex, I just want it from a guy. I learned to be comfortable with who I am. I'm gay, so what?"

Daniel again was smiling at Adam.

"I wish I could be that confident," said Adam with a sigh. "Maybe some of you will rub off on me."

As Daniel began to laugh, Adam realized his unintended joke. Blushing again, he couldn't help but smile.

"That's not what I meant," he said with a grin.

"I know," Daniel said, continuing to laugh, "but it was funny. And who knows? Maybe some of me will rub off on you."

Daniel finished his coffee and the two men left the restaurant. Walking along the sidewalk back around to Daniel's car, they could hear the sounds coming down the street from the bars along Cedar Springs. Sounds of boys at play, enjoying life and having fun. Daniel reached over and took Adam's hand.

"I want to see you again, Adam. How about Friday night?"

"Yes, I want to see you again, too. I've had a lot of fun tonight. Thanks," said Adam.

"You don't have to thank me. I had a good time. You're quite a guy. You just need some practice," Daniel insisted.

"Practice? What kind of practice?" asked Adam.

"Like this," Daniel said, leaning towards Adam and kissing him lightly on the lips. Adam practically glowed bright red under the street light where they stood on the sidewalk.

"You're probably right," he said. "I do need practice."

"I'll see you Friday then?" inquired Daniel.

"Definately," Adam replied.

They looked into each other's eyes, then reluctantly parted. Adam watched as Daniel headed toward the highway to make the drive home to Ft. Worth. Smiling all the way to his car, Adam made his way home, too.

By Friday night Adam was again nervous, but for a different reason. Daniel had made all the dinner arrangements this time, but had also invited a couple of friends to join them at the Texas Land & Cattle Co., a steak place on Lemmon Ave. in Big D. Adam was simply to meet them there at 7:30. Trying to get control of himself as he got dressed, Adam looked at the man staring at him from the mirror.

"What are you getting into?" he asked himself out loud. "Do you have even the slightest clue of how this may effect your life?"

Adam didn't answer his own question. He knew in his mind that meeting people and getting on with his life was what he wanted. Nobody with normal desires would keep to themselves like he had for so long. He didn't consider himself abnormal, but he knew staying alone for so long had not been good for him. Tonight he was going to go out and have a good time. Puffing up his confidence, Adam looked into the mirror again and scrutinized his appearance. He thought he looked pretty good for a change as his eyes darted from one area to another. His confidence fell flat as a single flaw caught his eye.

"Zip your pants, moron," he said angrily to himself. Doing so, Adam left the bedroom, gathered his wallet and keys, set his house alarm, locked the door behind him, and began the short journey to what he hoped would be a fun evening.

Upon arrival at the restaurant, Adam immediately saw Daniel and two other men standing near the entrance. One of the men had his arm around the other in a manner that lead Adam immediately to assume they were a couple. He parked his car and joined the threesome at the front door.

"Adam," Daniel greeted him, "I'd like you to meet some friends of mine, Cameron and Keith. Cam, Keith, this is Adam."

Extending his hand and trying to speak clearly, Adam shook both men's hands and greeted them with a quick, "Hello. It's nice to meet you." They responded in kind.

The group then paired off and went inside. As they waited to be seated, Adam took note of the men he'd just met. Cameron appeared to be around 30 or slightly older, black hair, medium heigth, and fairly thin. Keith, on the other hand, was decidedly shorter, brown hair, and slightly stocky, but not heavy. Adam pegged his age to be between 35 and 40 due to a receeding hairline. The two men stayed close to each other and talked quietly between themselves. The group was soon seated at a table near the fireplace and Daniel led the group in conversation.

"So, Adam," he began, "tell these guys how we met. I think they would find it interesting."

Adam considered his options of how to start, but every idea led back around to the story he'd written and placed on the Net. He wasn't sure he was ready to talk about that with two strangers.

"Are you sure they'd want to hear it?" he questioned Daniel, looking across the table at Cameron and Keith.

"We certainly do," responded Keith, finally breaking the sound barrier between them. "Dan hasn't told us anything about you. Just that he wanted us to come to dinner tonight and meet his new friend. I must say he has good taste in men all of a sudden."

Adam smiled at the compliment, but said nothing.

"Come on, tell the story," Daniel insisted.

Adam relented. "Ok, I'll talk. Daniel and I met over the Internet. He read something I wrote and when he sent me an email about it, I wrote back, and here we are."

"That's rather condensed, but those are the facts," Daniel confirmed. He smiled as Cameron and Keith looked from him to Adam and back again.

"Wow," said Cameron, "That's how I met Keith. He wrote a sex story and it caught my attention. After we figured out we lived pretty close, we started to see each other. We've been together for almost a year now."

"Wait a minute," stated Keith. "Dan, was the story you gave me earlier the thing that Adam wrote?"

"The very same," Daniel assured him.

Somewhat relieved that the truth was out, but that it hadn't been him that revealed it, Adam calmed down slightly. They were apparently all comfortable with knowing he'd written a j/o story.

"Well, Adam," said Cameron, "I'll have to say you have some talent. Good story."

"Thanks. I had fun with it," Adam answered.

"I bet," both Keith and Cameron said together.

"Just like an old married couple," Daniel kidded them. "They're even starting to finish each other's sentences."

The entire group was now smiling and Adam felt much more comfortable. He was having a good time for the second night that week.

As the evening continued, food and drinks were ordered and eaten, conversation continued almost non-stop, and Adam began to feel very much in the right place for once. At some time during the evening, after dessert and coffee had been ordered, Adam realized Daniel had his arm around him, resting on the back of his chair. That simple gesture made him feel wanted and very much a part of what he had been wanting for so long. Once or twice, Daniel squeezed Adam's shoulder, usually during part of the conversation that included some kind of comment about Adam. Adam felt good just from that little contact. He started to wonder how good he'd feel before the night was over.

As the dinner came to an end and the two couples left the restaurant, Adam began to get nervous again over the prospects of what would happen now.

"We had a great time tonight, guys," said Keith, hugging first Daniel, then Adam. Cameron did the same. "We better get home. We both have work tomorrow."

"OK," said Daniel, "I'll call you later next week."

"Alright," Keith said. Looking at Adam, he added, "It was nice meeting you, Adam. You take good care of that boy."

"He will," Daniel said quickly. "I'm giving him lessons."

Keith and Cameron laughed as they got in their car to leave. As they drove off waving, Adam again wondered what was next. Some of Daniel's lessons, perhaps?

As they stood next to Daniel's car, the two men held hands and looked at each other. It was Adam that spoke first.

"What do you want to do now?" he inquired of his date.

"How about going back to your house?" asked Daniel. "Would that be OK? I'd like to just sit and talk for a while."

"Sure, that would be great," Adam said quickly, much to his own amazement. "Do you want to just follow me?"

"Yeah, then I can go home from there," Daniel replied.

Retreating to their respective cars, Adam led Daniel on the journey back to his house. Once there, Adam parked in the garage, leaving the driveway open for Daniel's machine.

"I like your house," said Daniel once they were inside. As Daniel looked around at the modest furnishings and various objects on the entertainment center and bookcases, Adam, out of habit, emptied his pockets onto the desk near the kitchen door. The dropped keys and spilled change gave away his nervousness at having Daniel actually in his home and so accessible.

Daniel looked up and watched Adam as he picked up the change from the carpet, noticing for the first time how Adam's ass filled out his jeans just right. Daniel felt a slight twitch in his groin at the thought of Adam's butt and what he could do with it.

"Now, now," thought Daniel silently, "don't go overboard. You'll scare him for sure." Daniel moved to sit on the couch before the swelling in his jeans became too noticable.

Finally getting everything straigtened on the desk, Adam walked over and sat down on the other end of the couch, looking unsure of what to do next. Finally, Daniel spoke again.

"Adam," he began, "do you know what maybe you're looking for in a relationship right now? I mean, I don't want to come on too strong or push you into something you might not be ready for. You have to help me on this."

Adam thought a minute before he answered. "I'm not sure, I guess. I've given it some thought, but I've never done anything like this before. I don't know what to expect or anything. Have you ever been in a relationship before? I mean since college?"

Daniel sat for a moment, the look on his face making it obvious he was thinking back; thinking of someone he'd known once and had had feelings for.

"Yes, there was one guy," Daniel said after about a minute. "He and I met in our neighborhood one day while we were both out walking. You know how it goes, one thing led to another and we made a date. It took a couple of weeks, but we got real serious, or so I thought. We never did move in together, but we saw each other constantly and spent nights together three or four times a week. I was starting to have thoughts about something more permanent than sleeping over. That went on for about six months, I guess. But he never would commit. I was in love with him, but he wasn't in love with me. I know that now, but back then, I continued to follow him like a puppy. He liked having me around, but he wouldn't settle down. Over time, we just kind of stopped calling each other. I remember the last time I talked to him. We just exchanged some meaningless babble, didn't make a date for anything that weekend, and that's when I knew it was over. He moved down to Austin not long after that, about a year ago."

Adam sat silently as Daniel stared blankly into space. His look again exposing his feelings for Adam to see. The look of private memories being replayed for the first time in months. He sat for a moment longer, then finally spoke again.

"Oh, hey, Adam, I didn't mean to sound so down about it. It was good while we had it, but it just wasn't right. That happens to everybody at some point, I think. Don't let what I just said discourage you from anything."

"I won't. I was just thinking about your question. What do I want in a relationship?" Adam paused, then, looking right at Daniel, began to speak. "I want security. I want love. I want respect. I want someone I don't have to try and change to meet my needs. He has to understand what I want and be able to provide it because he wants to, not because I ask him to. Does that answer the question at all?"

"Very much so," answered Daniel. "You want a whole partner, not just a boyfriend. You want a mate."

"That's it," Adam said, suddenly aware of the word he'd been looking for to describe what he wanted. "I want a mate."

Both men were smiling at each other, amused that they had come to an agreement on the subject. Adam began to feel a tension in himself that he hadn't felt before. As he continued to look at Daniel, and Daniel looked back at him, he felt a wave of emotion roll through him, but in an almost physical form; like a muscular contraction throughout his body. He knew then he wanted Daniel. But the old feelings remained strong. As he sat wanting to do things with his body, his mind wouldn't let him. For what seemed like an hour he simply sat there, the only things he could feel being the rough fabric of the couch against his skin and the constriction of his clothes. He wanted Daniel's warmth against him. He wanted to feel the young man's hot breath dance across his neck and face, feel his hands move over his chest and shoulders. He wanted to feel the firm flesh of a cock pressed against his own stomach. Without realizing it, Adam had developed quite a bulge in his jeans, but Daniel had noticed.

"Adam," he asked, smiling, "are you OK?"

Suddenly pulled from the depths of his daydream, Adam felt the tightness in his crotch and immediately understood Daniel had seen it, too. Adam blushed bright red, just like under the street light three days earlier.

"Oh, god, Daniel, I'm sorry," Adam began to apologize, "I can't believe I'm acting like this."

"It's alright. You didn't do anything wrong," Daniel reassured him. "You're a man; men get hard when they get excited. It's normal."

"I know it's "normal", but I'm not used to doing it in front of people," Adam explained.

"Maybe I should be flattered," quipped Daniel, smiling broadly. "I'm kind of glad I can do that for you."

Adam sat nervously looking at the floor.

"It's getting late. I better go. I have a long drive back to Ft. Worth," stated Daniel.

"Um, yeah, Ok. Whatever you need to do," Adam said, quite flustered. "I'll walk you to your car."

To make things easier for Adam, Daniel stood up first and turned toward the door. That gave Adam the chance, which he quickly took advantage of, to rearrange his package into a comfortable position. The swelling had gone down some, but a more than slight bulge remained.

Walking into the dark of the driveway through the garage, the two young men stopped along side Daniel's car. Daniel reached out and took Adam's hand and squeezed it. It was sweaty to the touch and Daniel knew his friend was still very nervous.

"I have an idea," Daniel said quickly. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Not really anything, I guess," Adam replied, curiosity creeping up within him. "Did you have something in mind?"

"Spend the day with me. The whole day. Come over to Ft. Worth. We can go to the zoo or the botanical garden or the Kimball, or whatever. What do you say?"

Adam thought for only a second before giving his answer. "That would be great."

Daniel wrote his address and some directions on a napkin he took from the glove box and put it in Adam's hand. Then, leaning in, he kissed Daniel just like the last time, lightly on the lips. Parting only slightly this time, though, he reached around Adam and pulled him closer. Again, their lips met, but this time it was stronger and longer. A slow, moist, loving kiss. Adam felt his dick swell again, much more quickly this time. They parted long enough to take a breath, then met a third time, even more passionately and driven by desire. Adam could feel his cock swell completely hard now as Daniel pressed against him. But a different feeling met him, too. The feeling of Daniel's hardness pressed against him as well. Almost involuntarily, Adam ground his hips against Daniel, who instinctively returned the action.

"Damn. I better get out of here before we wake the neighbors," Adam said with a smile.

Adam was breathing very hard. Catching his breath, he confirmed their plans for Saturday. "I'll be there around 9:00 am. Is that too early?"

"No, not at all. Come as early as you like," said Daniel, then quickly adding provocatively, "Maybe you'll catch me in bed."

Adam grinned broadly at the suggestion, only slightly embarrassed this time. "I'll be there at 9."

"Good night, then," Daniel said quietly. Opening the car door he started to enter, then moved back quickly and gave Adam one more light kiss. Looking into Adam's eyes there in the dark, he could still see the spark of new feelings being kindled within Adam. He ran his hand down Adam's right arm, then held and squeezed his hand once more. Parting, Daniel got into the car and in a few seconds was backing out of the driveway and heading home.

Back in his house, alone, Adam pulled off his clothes and went right to bed. Hard and horny, he forced himself to not jack off a load just to make the feelings last as long as possible. Besides, he hoped he'd need all his strength for Saturday.

Very early Saturday morning, Adam woke up thinking about where he was to spend the day. Daniel was turning out to be exactly what he had hoped. Generous, loving, intelligent, and able to share his feelings. Adam went into the bathroom and began his routine like a regular work day. He normally wouldn't have shaved, but he wanted to look good for Daniel. After that, he took a quick shower. Standing at the mirror and looking himself over again, he felt more confident and sure of himself. Someone was interested in him and he was enjoying it. More than once he'd boned up thinking about Daniel and what they might do all day, but he'd resisted masturbating. That hadn't stopped his dick from beginning to drip precum. All the erections that morning were now reeking havoc on his system as he tried to get dressed. Not two minutes after having cleaned the end of his dick of the clear fluid, he now had a wet spot in the front of his boxers.

"God damn it!" he cursed aloud at his semi erect penis. "Why does this happen every time?" Taking a tissue, he tried blotting up as much as he could from the cotton material, then pulled and squeezed his dick to try and milk out any remaining juice. He knew he couldn't get it all, and the mere handling of his cock would likely only make more. Doing the best he could, Adam went ahead and pulled on a pair of dark, loose walking shorts. He'd chosen these specifically to help hide any bulges he might get during the day, although they wouldn't conceal a full erection. A bright yellow t-shirt, then his socks, tennis shoes, and sunglasses completed his dressing. Satisfied at last that maybe he wouldn't completely embarrass himself, he gathered from the desk his wallet, keys, change, and the napkin with the directions. Looking around the house to see if there was anything he'd forgot, he decided everything was OK. Turning on a light so it would be easier to see when he returned home, Adam locked up and began the journey west. In an hour, he thought to himself, he'd be with Daniel again, experiencing life for a change. He felt contented and happy for the first time in ages.

He found Daniel's apartment with surprising ease. The directions had been written very well. As he walked up the stairs and turned the corner toward Daniel's unit, he heard a familiar voice and his name being called. Turning toward the sound, he saw Daniel in the parking lot.

"Adam, wait for me, I had to take out the trash. I'll be right up," called Daniel from below the second floor landing.

As Adam waited, he thought how handsome Daniel looked in the morning light. Fresh and energetic, the young man seemed capable of leading Adam around all day, and, hopefully, all night.

"Did you have any trouble finding me?" asked Daniel as he caught up with Adam just outside his door.

"None," Adam replied. "You give good directions."

"Thank you," Daniel quickly returned. "You seem to be well able to follow directions. Maybe you're ready for some more lessons tonight?"

"Yeah, maybe," Adam teased. He was becoming very comfortable with Daniel already. Who knows, he wondered to himself, how comfortable he might become.

As they entered the apartment, Adam was struck by how small it seemed. After living in a house by himself for so long, he was not used to the size of most apartments. Actually, the space Daniel had was well utilized and not really that cramped, but, still, Adam felt a little closed in.

"I'd ask you to get comfortable, but I'm ready to go if you are," said Daniel as he picked up his wallet off the table.

"I'm ready. Lead the way," was Adam's response.

"How did you know I like to lead?" asked Daniel teasingly as the two left the apartment to begin their day.

They started at the Ft. Worth Zoo. Adam hadn't been there is a long time, so he was eager to go. Daniel went every couple of months, but he was happy to go again with Adam accompanying him. Together, they strolled the grounds taking in everything they could. Gorillas, chimps, and other apes seemed to be their favorites, as they stood around the enclosures like little kids amazed by the animals and their activities. Stopping frequently to just watch and learn, they spent most all day leisurely walking, talking, and getting to know one another throughout the day. During a lunch break, they again talked about relationships. Even though he hadn't told Daniel, Adam was very impressed by the man he'd met less than a week before. He was getting closer and closer to him, first as a friend, but now as something more. He found himself casually touching Daniel more and more; looking into his eyes as they spoke; even wanting to kiss him again like the previous night in the drive way. By late afternoon, they were ready to go back to Daniel's apartment and relax for a while.

Once back at Daniel's, they decided to order pizza to make things easier than going out again. Somewhat tired from walking all day, Adam sat on the couch while Daniel called in the order.

"It's going to be around 45 minutes. I'm going to take a quick shower. Do you mind?" asked Daniel.

Thoughts of Daniel naked quickly filled Adam's mind, but he managed to squeak out a faint, "No, go ahead." Other thoughts filtered in as Adam watched his host walk around the corner and disappear into the bedroom. Should he join him in the shower, or do nothing? What if he just took off his clothes and surprised Daniel in the bedroom? Momentarily, Adam heard the shower come on and a vision of Daniel, naked and wet, maybe even with an erection, caused Adam's dick to begin an upward expansion along the leg of his shorts. As his cock hardened to it's full extent under the loose material, Adam couldn't believe the feelings of pure lust and desire running through him. But he remained firmly seated on the couch, unable to focus his mind on a course of action. Suddenly another thought struck him. What about the pizza? It was a lame excuse, but one Adam could cling to if Daniel asked him later about why he hadn't joined him. Secretly, Adam cursed himself for not being bold enough to go with the feelings inside him. He wanted Daniel, body and soul, but was still too inexperienced and unsure to let himself try anything. He'd wait and let Daniel make the first move.

In about 15 minutes, Daniel reappeared wearing a clean tank top and pull-on shorts, but barefoot and his hair still damp from the shower.

"It shouldn't be too much longer," said Daniel as he sat down in a chair slightly past the end of the couch away from where Adam sat. "Sometimes they're faster than they tell you."

"Right," said Adam in reply. He couldn't take his eyes off the form of the young man sitting a few feet away. Looking him over, Adam admired the firm legs, arms, and outlined chest of his companion. The bare feet added to the overall sexy appearance. Adam again felt his dick pulsing in his shorts. He was sure Daniel could hear his heart pounding, see the lust in his eyes, feel the heat from his hard cock.

Daniel was, in fact, noticing the strange behavior of his friend. Not really so strange, it was the look of unfulfilled need; desire almost beyond control. He couldn't help but smile and look away.

"What?" asked Adam as he saw Daniel turn away.

"It's nothing," Daniel returned, grinning even wider.

"Tell me, please," Adam pleaded. "Am I embarrassing myself?"

"No, Adam, you're fine. But I've seen that look before, last night at your house," Daniel confessed. "You need it bad."

Suddenly aware of the signals he must be giving out, Adam blushed and closed his eyes. He was embarrassed now. All his thoughts turned inward as he tried to gain control of himself. In the blackness of his mind, he tried to understand what it was he really wanted. Just sex? Friendship? A mate? The sudden ringing of the doorbell jolted him from his internal struggle.

"Pizza's here," Daniel announced.

Being able to stop and eat gave Adam some time to calm down. Daniel had said nothing more about it as they sat and ate, making only a few comments on the texture of the crust and how good the pizza tasted. Half an hour later, they were finished and back where they left off, except now Daniel was sitting beside Adam on the couch.

It was early evening, the sun was still up, but the night wasn't far away. As the shadows became longer across the floor of the apartment, Daniel reached for Adam's hand, holding it softly.

"This is always the awkward part, isn't it?" asked Daniel after a few minutes. "I mean, do we just sit here and talk? Do we kiss and go to bed? Or would you rather just go home?"

"No!" Adam said sharply. "I don't want to go home yet. I like sitting here with you. We can talk for a while."

Squeezing Adam's hand, Daniel answered, "Good. I didn't want you to leave."

Daniel continued, "I know this is new for you. I don't want you to be embarrassed or afraid. Just go with your feelings. Tell me what you want. Please."

Adam looked into the eyes of his young friend and gathered his courage. "I want to make love with you." The voice was low and soft, but Daniel heard the words.

Daniel reached up and touched the face of his friend, caressing the skin and running his fingers through Adam's hair. When his hand had moved to the back of Adam's head, he pulled the two of them together in a kiss, deep and warm. The emotional energy between them was growing. As they continued to kiss and hold each other tighter, they knew it would happen. They would mate.

No verbal exchange was needed as Daniel stood up, pulling Adam with him, leading him to the bedroom. Both men knew they would have each other, to give and take the pleasure they sought. They continued kissing, harder, almost desperately. Adam felt his shirt being pulled up, then off, by Daniel's hands. Parting just enough to gain room, Daniel then removed his own shirt. The space between them quickly disappeared as their chests and stomachs made contact. The warm bodies pressed together made their desire even stronger. Adam felt what seemed to be a hundred fingers moving over his exposed skin, sometimes rough, sometimes soft. His nipples responded instantly to the manipulation they received. He returned the favor and was warmly surprised when Daniel gave out a small moan as Adam's fingertips closed around the hard nubs.

"Oh, god, Adam," Daniel finally spoke, "I love that."

Encouraged, Adam continued to stroke, pinch, rub, and handle Daniel's nipples and chest. Almost trembling now, Daniel made small noises with each new sensation.

"Adam, stop! You're going to make me cum!" Daniel pleaded. "I'm too sensitive. I want to do some more first."

Reluctantly, Adam stopped his hands from any further action across Daniel's torso. "Ok, so what now? I'm ready to learn."

Daniel smiled and looked into the eyes of his lover. "Now," he instructed, "we get naked."

Together, they reached for the other's shorts. Unfastening the button and drawing down the zipper, Daniel let Adam's shorts drop to the floor over his shoes. Adam had to simply push down the shorts his friend wore, leaving Daniel clad only in a revealing pair of red jockey briefs, his hard cock just barely contained within. Stepping out of his shorts, Daniel squatted down and untied Adams shoes, removed them and the socks, then allowed Adam to step out of his own fallen garment. On his way back up, Daniel nuzzled against the hard flesh of Adam's cock, still under wraps behind the boxers Adam wore. Each one placed his hands on the waist of the other in preparation for the final unveiling.

"Together," Daniel said, looking into Adam's eyes.

Simultaneously, they pushed down the final articles which kept them confined, each one exposing the other's hardness. Like a reflection of each other, they bent their heads forward to see their prize. Virtually identical, both cocks stood up firm and tall over two pair of almost hairless balls.

"You shave?" asked Adam.

"Yeah," said Daniel. "You?"

"Clipped. Along with my chest and pits," returned Adam.

"God, you're beautiful," stated Daniel. "I love your body."

"You look great, too," added Adam. "I can't believe how much I want you."

"You can have me, in time," Daniel said. "But I want something first." Taking Adam by the shoulders, Daniel turned him around and pushed him back on the bed. As Adam moved up slightly to give Daniel space on the bed, he understood what his companion desired. The next sensation he felt was the hot breath of his lover blowing across the head of his swollen cock.

Daniel began to indulge himself. The smell of Adam's dried sweat filled his nose and mouth. It was all he could do to not try and swallow whole the object of his desire. Adam's cock was as hard as it ever had been and the angle was such that from where Daniel lay between Adam's legs, he couldn't pull it down far enough to suck into his throat. As Adam watched, Daniel began to make love to his cock. Small, light licks across the slit, followed by sucking kisses to the shiny head, had Adam squirming on the bed. He'd never felt such a sensation before. The wet heat and living flesh of Daniel's tongue had him on fire. Daniel had pulled the upturned piece of meat as far from Adam's stomach as he could without hurting his partner, but the angle still wasn't good enough for him to go down on the shaft very far. He'd have to turn around.

As Daniel began to shift his position, Adam moved over slightly to make room. Now, face to crotch, both men had something to keep them occupied. A hard dick greeted each one as they moved into a 69. Slowly, almost reluctantly, but with an obsession just below the surface, Adam reached for Daniel's cock, only inches from his mouth. It was hot and hard, felt good to the touch, and Adam knew what he had to do.

"I've...I've never done this," Adam said in a low voice. "I'll try not to hurt you."

A muffled grunt was all Daniel returned as his mouth closed over the head of Adam's cock. He began to suck on just the head, which seemed to swell larger with each pull of his cheeks and swipe of his tongue. Adam still had his hand around the shaft of Daniel's hot cock, but was now dealing with the flood of sensation coming up his cock to his brain as Daniel sucked and stroked him. He could have moved back on the bed and simply let himself fall into the easy rhythm of Daniel's sucking mouth, but the head and shaft of Daniel's cock continued to draw him closer. With his nose almost buried in the hair surrounding Daniel's cock, Adam took a deep breath. The smell of soap dominated Daniel's crotch, but still underneath was the unmistakable scent of another man. Three or four deep breaths later, Adam again found himself staring into the eye of the penis he held in his hand. Pounding with the beat of Daniel's heart, it seemed to take on a life of it's own, at least in Adam's mind. As he drew his mouth to the flared head, Adam knew he couldn't wait any longer. He had to taste it. With his mouth open and tongue extended, he took a wide swipe across the ridge. He immediately felt it twitch in response. It was warm and alive, and wanting his attention.

Leaving Adam's hard flesh for just a moment, Daniel offered his partner the encouragement to go on. "Suck me, babe."

Adam again licked the ridge, leaving a shining streak of spit glistening under the light of the small table lamp. Slowly, he closed his lips around the top half of the firm, yet supple, head and began to nurse the cock of his partner. To Adam, it was perfect. The heat, the taste, the texture, the smell; every sensation went right to the center of his body driving him further. He had to suck on it, harder and deeper. As the firm flesh disappeared into his mouth, Adam moaned and slurped, purred and sucked. In his mind, Adam saw an image of himself sucking Daniel's cock and it made him proud he could give another male such pleasure. He couldn't see Daniel's face, but he could hear his whimpers and feel the twitches in the cock he so wanted to swallow deeper and deeper. Fighting off a sudden gag, Adam backed off slightly, but never left the hard meat.

As he began a slow and shallow thrusting into Adam's warm, wet mouth, Daniel again spoke. "Oh, god, Adam, you suck me good. Ah! Mmmm! Come on, babe, suck me, all the way."

Adam continued his oral worship of Daniel's hardness, but also began to pull, roll, and squeeze on the shaved pouch and balls just below his chin. Daniel had continued to stroke Adam's cock, wet with saliva, and now he could sense a difference in his partner's reaction. A definate quickening was taking place in the sucking motion of Adam's mouth; the urgent licking and slurping of his tongue and lips along the cock buried in his mouth all pointed to Adam's imminent release. At the same time, Adam's hips began a rolling motion, the unmistakable thrust and withdrawal of wanting to bury his cock in the nearest hole. Daniel was getting close too, and voiced his last words to Adam before filling his mouth again with the swaying meat in front of him. "All the way, Adam. Take it."

Two heads moved furiously over two cocks, lips smacking, tongues rolling, spit dripping, fists sliding along the shafts. The muscle of two firm butts flexed and relaxed as the two men fucked each other's mouth to the desired end. Two orgasms, within seconds of each other, filled the mouths of each partner with a creamy reward. Both men tasted and swallowed what they could as the spurts of cum grew less powerful until only small drops remained, those, too, to be savored as a gift from the body of their lover. As they slowed, but continued to suckle at the slightly deflated dicks still in each other's mouth, their minds cleared and their breathing returned to normal. After a few minutes of continued light stimulation, Adam was first to release the cock he'd been so lovingly kissing and licking. Occasionally getting another small drop of liquid from the tiny hole at the end of Daniel's dick, Adam had been reluctant to stop. He wanted as much as he could get, but now the realization that his jaws were sore and getting tighter, almost to a cramp, he finally let the meaty tube fall from his mouth. Just about then, Daniel did the same. Raising up and turning his body around, Daniel and Adam again lay face to face.

"Damn, babe, have you been taking lessons from someone else?" Daniel inquired teasingly.

"No," Adam answered, slightly embarrassed, "I just wanted to make you feel good so I did what seemed right. Was it alright?"

"Alright? Adam, you're a natural. I haven't had head like that in ages," Daniel remarked, smiling at his lover.

Remaining close together, each man continued to caress and touch the other's body. Daniel had nuzzled up along Adam's neck and was giving him small kisses and nibbles, tickling Adam slightly. Adam squirmed and couldn't contain a giggle, but Daniel continued. The kisses turned to suction along one side of Adam's neck just above his collar bone. That sensation, plus the continued movement of Daniel's hands across his chest and stomach, had Adam hard again. Occasionally, Daniel would brush his fingers up and down the length of Adam's cock, producing little squeaks and moans from Adam. This went on for several minutes until Daniel released his sucking mouth from Adam's neck, rose up on his hands and knees, and looked down between their two sweaty bodies at the hard cock standing above the abdomen of his lover. Then, looking directly into Adam's eyes, he said in a voice loud and determined, "I want you to fuck me."

"What?" That single word was all Adam could muster as his mind convulsed in the realization he was going to have Daniel's fine ass.

"I want you to fuck me," Daniel repeated in the same matter of fact tone. During the short exchange, Daniel had stood up and left the bed. Walking around to the other side, he pulled open the middle drawer of the table upon which the small lamp sat. He quickly produced a bottle of clear liquid, which Adam guessed was lubrication. Daniel tossed the bottle to Adam, then walked back around the bed and into the bathroom. Returning, he carried a bath towel and a washcloth.

"Get up, babe," Daniel instructed. Adam moved off the bed and watched Daniel spread out the towel. "There we go. This will keep any mess out of the sheets. I hate sleeping in a wet spot."

Adam immediately grasped the idea. After a small kiss from his lover, he watched as Daniel climbed back on the bed and positioned himself on his knees, ass in the air and elbows on the pillow. "Let's do it, babe. Fuck me."

Adam hesitated only a second before climbing on the bed immediately behind Daniel. The spread cheeks before him revealed the tight hole that would welcome his invasion. Adam saw the puckered opening flutter and wink as he popped the cap on the lube bottle. Daniel now rested his head on his folded arms, his eyes closed.

Adam thought a minute about the best way to go. Unsure, he asked, "How do you like it? Fast or slow?"

In a low voice, sounding sweet and content, Daniel answered, "That's up to you. Go slow, go fast, go deep, I don't care. I just want to get fucked."

With free reign, Adam's mind began to work on a fantasy. His cock responded in kind by throbbing to the beat of his quickening pulse. All he knew right now was that he wanted his cock inside Daniel's body. Adam lowered his hand to Daniel's ass and felt the few hairs surrounding the warm hole, begging for his cock to enter. The touch set off a low moan from Daniel, eyes still closed, working on his own fantasy fuck. Placing the middle finger of his left hand at Daniel's asshole, Adam tipped up the bottle of lube and watched the drops fall and run down the crack of the great ass in front of him. Slowly, he began to work his wet fingers into the tight opening; first one, then, moments later, two. He continued adding lube drops as he felt his fingers begin to drag, but wanted to make sure not to get too much. He wanted some friction, too. Daniel took a couple of sharp breaths at first, but seemed to calm down quickly as Adam worked to open him up.

After a few minutes of greasy finger fucking, Adam couldn't wait any longer. His cock had started dripping precum already, which was running down the underneath of his shaft and had almost reached his tight balls.

Rubbing a small amount of lube over his cock and mixing it with the precum, Adam was more than ready to give Daniel what he wanted. Holding his dick and placing the swollen, dark head at the entrance to Daniel's being, he gave a final notice. "Ok."

With only the sounds of Daniel's low moan and Adam's heavy breathing, coupled with an occasional creak of the bedsprings, Adam pushed against the hole lined up even with his firm dick. As he began to slide in, he realized how tight and delicate the interior of Daniel's ass was. He thought it might be mushy, but the pulling, sucking muscles within provided the best feelings Adam had ever experienced. He went slow, trying to remember it was his friend underneath him, but his body was demanding more action. Bearing down, Adam buried his entire length up the welcoming orifice. He felt his balls brush against the internal root of Daniel's cock, which had returned to full hardness under the pressure Adam had placed against Daniel's prostate. Adam held himself in all the way as he watched half of his lover's face take on an entire range of pleasurable expressions. His eyes remained closed, but Daniel's face gave away his feelings. The cock up his ass felt wonderful; perfect; beautiful. Now he could feel a pair of hands on his back, rubbing slightly across his shoulders, then down his sides and across his buttocks. All the sensations were combining in his brain to produce one overwhelming sensual feeling, but he needed one more thing.

Almost breathless, and barely above a whisper so as not to break the intensity growing between them, Daniel pleaded once more, "Fuck me, babe. Fuck my ass!"

Adam heard and obeyed. Slowly, he pulled out about an inch, then pushed back, the walls of Daniel's ass caressing and squeezing his cock as it moved in and out. Another pull, this one slightly longer, then back in all the way. A steady, guided sexual rhythm began to take shape as Adam started to fuck in earnest. His cock felt fantastic inside the tight confines of the butt surrounding it. The steady in, out, in, out became almost instinctive as Adam felt himself giving in to his own body's building need for release. Little by little, his pace increased. His cock pistoned in and out of Daniel's hole faster and faster, harder and harder.

Daniel broke the relative silence of their hard breathing. "Oh, fuck, Adam; sweetheart; baby; lover; fuck me! Oh, jesus, fuck me!"

By now, Adam was on autopilot. All concentration was centered on the repetition of movement, bearing down and fucking his cock into the ass of his partner. Lost to primal urges, all he could do was hang on to Daniel and fuck him. All he could see was a blur; all he could feel was a smooth warmth around his cock teasing him to fuck that much harder and deeper. His release came suddenly and violently.

"Ahhhh! Daniel!" Adam screamed. The sensations in his cock were like no orgasm he'd ever had. Stimulation from all directions and the full length, from the slit to his balls, the pleasant tiny pressure from within as a fountain of cum erupted into Daniel's ass. Continuing to ram in and out of the hole he'd conquered, Adam emptied his load deep into Daniel's body, small amounts of lube and cum trickling out and running down his cock to his tight balls.

"Oh, fuck!" Adam exclaimed as the last twinges of his orgasm left him. Sweat dripped down his body, his muscles pumped, his mouth dry. As he slowly came down, he surveyed the damage. The bedspread and towel were wadded around the front of Daniel's knees and the pillow was little more than a twisted lump shoved against the head board. Daniel was sweaty, too, and breathing hard. His face was red and a small amount of spit dripped from the corner of his mouth. He'd cum, too, stroking his cock just as Adam had reached his peak. Daniel's jizz disappeared into the terrycloth of the towel below him, but the wet spots all over it gave up the fact that Daniel's orgasm had been just as strong as Adam's.

Slowly, Daniel raised himself up on his hands and knees, then turned his head to look at Adam, who's cock was still inside him. Still out of breath from such a hard ride, Daniel took a moment before speaking.

"Oh, Adam,... sweetheart,... that was the best fuck... I've ever had, without question. Damn."

Adam blushed slightly, but Daniel didn't see it as he turned back toward the headboard, and pulled away from his lover, disgorging the cock and a lot of it's load as his hole began to contract back to it's pre-fucked dimensions. As he felt the trickles of thinning cum running down his thighs, Daniel reached under him and dragged the towel up between his legs and across his hole, mopping up what their fucking had produced. Cleaned up, Daniel collapsed onto the bed, flat on his stomach. Adam moved to one side, then lay down next to his partner, running one hand over his back and butt, kneading the flesh gently.

"Mmmm, that feel's good," Daniel murmured under the pleasure he now felt coming from Adam's hands on his naked body. Adam layed down, too, and pressed himself as close to Daniel as he could. Snuggled up like a pair of kittens, the two exhausted men slept for several hours, never losing contact with each other.

As the sun came up and poured its warming rays through the slit of the curtains, morning found the pair still in bed, in each other's arms, exchanging soft kisses while their hands explored each other's body. Their hard cocks ground together as they pushed deliberately against each other, feeling a slickness develope as droplets of precum oozed once more from the tips to be spread lovingly between them. The sex this time began slow and easy. Gently, but with persistance, they worked toward orgasm. After a few minutes, Adam felt Daniel begin to move up his body. As he went, Daniel's cock left a wet trail of precum in it's wake. With Daniel now in position across his chest, Adam was quick to partake of the offering being presented.

"Suck it, babe," Daniel encouraged. Adam immediately opened wide and felt the warm length of his lover's cock slide across his tongue. Sucking eagerly, Adam loved the feeling of being used this way. He was pleasuring his lover and that made him feel all the better. Grabbing Daniel's ass cheeks for leverage, Adam began to rock his head back and forth, allowing Daniel to fuck his mouth. In his mind, Adam could once again envision himself in the scene he was a part of; his mouth servicing the cock of his lover, sucking faster and more urgently, wanting to taste the cum as it flowed over his tongue and down his throat. Just then, his vision came true.

"Fuck! Adam! Yeah, baby, swallow it. Come on, take it, suck my cock," Daniel said loudly as he began to buck and shove his cock deeper into Adam's mouth.

Shots of jizz sprang out the end of Daniel's meat, washing over Adam's tongue and teeth, just like he'd dreamed only moments before. He swallowed what he could, but some ran out the corners of his slackened mouth and down his chin, only to drip run from there to his neck and upper chest. As Daniel's cumming subsided, he slid back down Adam's body, but stopped to lick up the drops of his load which had escaped the suction.

After kissing Adam deeply and sharing the cum swirled on his tongue, Daniel then moved further down until he was straddling Adam's groin. Adam's hard cock strained upwards in an attempt to find pleasure against the body of his partner, but suddenly Daniel raised himself up and out of reach.

Locking his eyes into Adam's, Daniel asked a question. "What do you want, sweetheart?" It was more of a tease than an actual quest for knowledge. When only a smile appeared on Adam's face, but no answer was given, Daniel asked again, more firmly. "What do you want, Adam? Tell me."

"Oh, babe, I want your ass," Adam said quietly, still gazing into Daniel's eyes.

"Tell me again," Daniel teased again.

"I want your ass," said Adam, slightly louder.

"Tell me, Adam. Tell me what you want!" Daniel demanded this time.

"YOUR ASS, GOD DAMN IT! YOUR FUCKING HOT ASS!" Adam screamed in reply.

"THEN TAKE IT! FUCK ME!" Daniel yelled back.

Adam was incredibly turned on by this whole scene, even though he'd never considered being so forceful or even fantasizing about making someone take his cock. Not waiting any longer, but unsure how to go in this position, he reached for Daniel's waist and barked his instructions.

"Hold it up," Adam said, refering to his cock, which Daniel quickly grasped and held in place at his willing hole. As Daniel felt himself come in contact with the hot head, Adam pushed down on Daniel's waist and bucked up with his hips. He was in.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me, baby. Do my ass real good. Come on, Adam, fuck me," Daniel squealed as the first half of Adam's cock sank home. The lube had deteriorated overnight, but enough slickness remained for Adam to continue pushing and pulling until his cock was once again buried in Daniel's warm hole. Daniel immediately began to move up and down, fucking himself with Adam's meat. Adam was beside himself with lust, his only desire to unload again inside Daniel's gut.

An unsteady rhythm began as Adam thrust up into the flesh surrounding his cock, while Daniel seemed just as determined to rise and fall, letting himself set the pace. After a few unsyncronized attempts, both men eventually found themselves in a fuck rhythm they both could enjoy. As they went along, it became easier to meet halfway, where their skin collided in sweaty, slapping noises, accompanied by moans and gasps, quick breaths, and sounds of pleasure.

Within a few minutes, Adam was close to cumming. "Oh, fuck, your ass is good! That's it, Dan, ride that cock, make me cum! That's it; that's it! Oh, fucking god, up your ass!"

With several sharp jabs of his cock, Adam unloaded inside Daniel for the second time. His muscles all tensed at once as waves of pleasure moved through his body, each wave matched to a forceful spurt of cum leaving his cock for the depths of Daniel's ass. Daniel had returned to full hardness during the fuck, but he didn't try to cum. The goal this time was to watch Adam as he climaxed. Seeing his partner receive so much pleasure satisfied him for now, but he knew, in time, he'd want to see it again and to feel it again. He also knew, in time, he'd want to be inside Adam. But that would wait until Adam asked for it.

Daniel bent down and brought the two men together chest to chest. Reaching around and placing a hand on each of Adam's shoulders, he drew them together tightly, feeling Adam's arms encircle him in a substantial hug. Their mouths sought out each other and closed together in a long, deep kiss, to finish their love making for that morning.

Reluctantly separating themselves, Adam and Daniel got out of bed and made their way to the bathroom. Adam immediately approached the mirror. What he saw got his attention.

"Oh, shit, Daniel," Adam asked in an embarrassed tone, "what did you do to my neck?" He ran his fingers over the three red shapes standing out on his neck just above his collar bone.

Daniel smiled. "That's a souvenir, babe. So you'll remember me."

Adam stared at the hickeys and then at Daniel's reflection in the mirror. The sight of his naked lover made him feel warm inside and the marks on his neck did, in fact, remind him of what he felt for Daniel.

Daniel's small shower simply didn't allow for both to enter at once, as they would have liked, so each one took his turn cleaning up, but was vigorously toweled off by his partner upon leaving the small glass enclosure. Drying and styling their hair, sharing Daniel's deodorant gel, and finding some clean clothes for Adam, concluded the activity. Touching, kissing, and hugging each other numerous time throughout the whole process slowed them down somewhat, but by 10:00 am they were out the door headed for breakfast, then to spend the day together before Adam had to go home that night.

All that second day, they remained in close proximity with each other, walking together, talking, sharing ideas and thoughts on themselves and their particular circumstances. Hour after hour, they drew closer and their feelings grew stronger for each other. By dinner time that night, they both knew they had fallen in love. Many things were left to learn and discuss, but they knew the love they felt was solid; it was good; it was what they were looking for.

As the day came to a close, the two lovers stood next to Adam's car as he prepared to leave for home. They held hands and looked into each other's eyes and exchanged "I love you's". They kissed for what must have been the hundredth time that day. Adam hugged Daniel to him one more time. He didn't want to leave his friend and lover, but knew he had to go back to Dallas in order to get to work on time the next morning.

"I'm going to miss you so much, babe. My house is really going to feel empty now," Adam stated, still holding Daniel to him, feeling the warmth of their bodies pass between them.

"Adam," Daniel said, "There is one more thing I need to tell you. I was waiting to make sure everything was going to work out and to see how we felt about each other after being together. I've been thinking about moving to Dallas to head up the office my company is opening there. We have so many clients there now that it makes sense to be closer to our business. I know this is really sudden and I've never done anything like this before, but if I move, what do you think about getting a place together?"

Before Adam could say anything, Daniel began again. "Don't answer right now, please. Just think about it and let me know. I won't be moving for about a month anyway. We have plenty of time. I don't want to push you into anything. Just think about it."

Adam smiled. "I'll think about it."

Daniel smiled in return, then drew Adam to him for a final kiss good night. "You better go right now or I'm liable to keep you here all night."

"I love you," Adam said as he got in the car.

"I love you, too, sweetheart. More than anything," Daniel replied. As he stood there and watched, Adam backed out of the parking space, and with a final wave, drove away.

An hour later, at home, sitting at the computer, half asleep, but feeling very good, Adam began an email to his lover, Daniel, fifty miles away.

"Dear Daniel," it began. "I have an extra bedroom, but I don't think we'll be needing it..."

THE END

Send your comments to russells@flash.net