Non-Fatal Attraction - Part 1: Introduction by Crisis
by Blonde
The following is a re-write of a story I posted in September entitled "Male Rapture Across Cultures". That story was a fantasy collaboration between myself and an Asian cyber-friend. I ask the readers to assist me in suggesting plot details that focus on the characters introduced in the opening paragraphs. All the usual disclaimers apply.
The university I was attending was in a mid-Atlantic city just the other side of a precariously reputed neighborhood from where I was residing during my tenure of graduate study. That night there was a commotion of breaking glass and strident "ghetto voices" spewing a torrent of racial and homophobic vitriol just off route from my destination. This gritty boulevard served as part of my pedestrian passage to either home or class. The noise seemed to emanate from an alleyway, and I reached into the breast pocket of my leather jacket for my small blunt ended .38 as I carefully approached the scene. In the darkness it was difficult to visualize clearly, but four or five tall and generally broadly built males had a smaller man pinned to the side of a wall and one appeared to brandish the open end of a bottle to their defenseless victim. Oblivious to my presence, another guffawed and yelled out something like "hold up blood! I got my own bottle pulled out and I'm 'bout to poke his little ass with it."
The remark prompted a round of crude banter until, unnoticed I had stepped back from the entrance aiming my weapon down the alley, I loudly insisted that they desist and exit immediately. With angry shocked expressions they protested the interruption in their heinous assault and reluctantly withdrew from the alley in strides of tough gait and menacing glares. "We seen you white boy. You best watch your back when you bring your fairy ass to this part of town. Your little friend there can't fuck you nearly as good as we could." I kept my weapon trained on one and then the other until they were nearly out of sight several blocks away. "Dats right, white man, you keep that gun out and pointed. Next time, we'll have a special kind o' gun for your tight ass."
With my weapon still drawn, I carefully stepped into the poorly lit trash strewn alley noticing the victim apparently dazed and looking about confusedly. I softly declared my good intentions and on closer inspection, I realized he was naked. He appeared to be Asiatic of ruddy bronze complexion with pleasing boyish features but somehow lanky, betraying a more mature reality. He spoke almost matter-of- factly. "I need to find my clothes." He arose from a bent over position from which he had been picking over some refuse. At that moment, I was astonished to notice that his dick was stretched hard. It certainly was not big, but his cock in the soft light appeared invitingly supple in exotic hues of olive colored smoothness. This surprising exposure seemed to mellow out for me what had been to this point, a terrifying situation.
"Here, wear this in the meantime." I had taken off my jacket and presented it to him as his only covering. Trying to set an optimistic tone, I weakly suggested he continue his search while I sought help. His amazingly calm expression briefly shifted to one of distressed panic as he implored me not to stray far a field. I had barely made it back to the entry of the alley before sirens were audible and police squad cars were coming to an abrupt halt on the pavement adjacent to the sidewalk perpendicular to the alley. Before the officers had climbed out of the vehicles, I had laid "my piece" on the ground next to me. In the ensuing confusion of the intervention, the victim identified me as someone who had come to his aid. He was covered with a blanket and remained in a bafflingly stoic and steady composure through all the mayhem of the investigation. I imagined had I been brutalized in the same fashion, I would have been a babbling idiot in the aftermath, my nerves frazzled by shock and trauma. He sustained bruises to the neck and arms, probably the result of the struggle in his involuntary disrobing. An ambulance rushed him to a nearby hospital and the police were polite enough to tell me his name in exchange for my agreement to file a report of public display of my gun (which I assured was registered in the city) and to remain in town for at least the next forty eight hours. Later that night, when calling the hospital, I was told my new acquaintance had been admitted and would be held for observation for at least a day.
Despite the fearful events of that night, I was determined to meet with the victim at least once more. It was such a stunning welcome to encounter the man's meat this way. I couldn't get it out of my mind. His steely demeanor through it all had a breathlessly attractive quality. I stormed into the apartment that served as my shelter during my brief course of study ignoring my roommate. I furiously threw off all my clothes tossing them randomly aside and was naked before I reached the bathroom door. "Why do you have a boner? Have you met someone?" he called out as I carelessly slammed the door. In the shower I beat off, culminating in the most intense convulsive ejaculatory spasms I could recall in recent memory.
The next morning I had a meeting at campus with department faculty about my proposed thesis, but my mind was elsewhere. Even several hours later, I was distracted by the memory of that magnetic meat and pondered whether or not I would ever enjoy a repeat encounter. In this free-spirited city with its thriving gay population, opportunities were manifest and I had seen many nude aroused males since the beginning of my sojourn here. But for the first time since my arrival, my breathing had become shallow and I became very sensually conscious of my body. While I had engaged in several episodes of casual sex, for the first time in years I sensed the unmistakable symptoms of falling in lust.
I cravenly lusted for the man I was to visit in the hospital later that morning and for the first time in several years, I feared the possible rejection from the one I so physically coveted. I found him in a hospital bed which the back had been mechanically propped up half way to a seated position. The bed next to him was unoccupied, allowing our encounter in the room to be unaccompanied. He was disinterestedly reading an academic text provided him from a fellow student who had visited him earlier in the morning as I later learned he was in his last year as an undergraduate at the same school. I was able to gain a more complete impression of him in better lighting. He had lean good looks and a friendly but reserved expression. We exchanged pleasantries and he thanked me sincerely but not effusively for coming to his assistance. He informed me that he was comfortable and suffered only minor soreness. He regarded me with piercing dark brown eyes which suggested he was gleaning from me more information about me non-verbally. Somehow the conversation turned to the event of the previous night and the fact that he had all his clothes stripped away. Nervously, fidgeting, and unable to look him directly in the eye, I stumbled on my words as I gallingly attempted to inquire about his erection. In another stunning gesture that again caught me off guard, he sternly snatched up the front of his hospital gown exposing his naked torso and once again revealing for me his small but elegantly complexioned mesmerizing swollen man meat. "Is this what you were looking for?" he asked with no special intonation.
I gasped with a sense of good fortune. I figured it to be 5" with wet and slick uncut foreskin sweetly adorning a partially uncovered crown with a prominent slit for a pee hole. It was nestled against a not prominent but nonetheless strikingly conspicuous jet black thicket of man bush. Oblong marbles dangled in an olive colored sac, already festering the earthy ingredients that would be such an important part of our impending intense physicality.
Instinctively, I bent down and opened my mouth sticking my tongue part way out to become more intimately acquainted with this beauty. Before I could make contact, he just as severely pulled his gown back down, hiding all these charms from my affections. "Are you NUTS? You can't do THAT in here! A nurse could walk in any moment." Of course, his pragmatism was well considered. Less than three minutes later a nurse arrived to check his chart and provide more painkillers. She announced that unless a later examination by the doctor showed a worse diagnosis, he would be released before the end of the day.
He assured me he had adequate transportation to the dorm where he resided and I provided him with my phone number and e-mail address. I bashfully but emphatically asserted that we must meet again. He responded with a wink and a smile.
Despite this meeting which presented an obvious mutual attraction, the intensity of my own arousal was not what I had anticipated. I was not just washed over by a warm haze of lust as I had expected. Almost without thinking, I acknowledged myself returning home through the neighborhood where the thwarted assault took place. Even though it was still daylight, I was astounded by my thoughtless disregard for the danger I placed myself in. Could it be that the re-creation of the fearful feelings I experienced that fearsome night were now summoning the lust and excitement I had initially sought, upon meeting with my new friend?
MalayGuy_________________________________________________________
From: Malay Guy ari@campus.edu To: blonde220@mail.com Date: March 26, 1997 Subject: Let us meet, I think you are sexy !!
Dear Blonde,
Thank you again for saving me from my assault and thank you for coming to the hospital to visit me. I think you discovered then how I feel about you.
Although I am Malaysian, I think white men are sexier. I am very attracted to blonds and I think you are hot. My country is very conservative and I have refrained from having sex with anybody in your country. You seem very pleasant and would probably be discreet if we enjoyed sex.
For this reason, I would like us to make plans to meet and have sex. You have seen me naked and now I hope you provide me the opportunity to be with each other without any clothes. I want to see if you have much body hair (including the pubic zone) and if it matches the blond hair on your head.
Please call or write back soon.
Fondly, Ari
I read this e-mail message two days after his hospital stay and it had the effect of triggering my dick to jump and swell in my pants. Indeed, my cock filled out to full mast and tented my jeans probably quicker than any other stimulus in several years. This verbiage was refreshingly to the point in a city where the chase is regarded a matter of false sophistication. His message was so direct, devoid of the usual coy innuendo; nothing suggesting any covert tests, games, or ulterior motives. He plainly and lustfully expressed his interest in having sex with me. He bluntly expressed a need to satisfy a yearning curiosity about my physical attributes. In a more perfect world, this is the way it should be between men. Being versatile in the manner of how I physically interact with other males, it was of no concern to me that he did not express any desire for the specific nature of our impending intimacies.
The next day, we spoke on the phone and hashed out the logistics of our first physical encounter. Since his roommate would be away all weekend, we would meet at his dorm. I confessed to having been aroused to self-coital pleasure twice since having received his e-mail and made no attempt to conceal the eagerness with which I anticipated our rendezvous. In return, he calmly asked me to give very detailed accounts of my masturbatory technique. How much pressure did I apply? Did I use specific fingers or whole hand? Did I fondle my balls or play with my crotch and asshole? He asked for specific details of my fantasies about him as I pleasured myself. I shamelessly admitted that I obsessively contemplated being acquainted with his tantalizing meat once again.
That Friday night, his dormitory practically empty, we enjoyed hot sex for the first time in a private shower stall. Through the rushing water I celebrated my first opportunity for an up front and close encounter with the dazzling toned gender prong that endeared him to me with such physicality. I wrapped my fingers around his twitching cock as I kneeled down to enable my urgent oral embrace, which was now second nature to me. His sweetly veined satiny textured small roll of man flesh responsively flinched and throbbed as my tongue enthusiastically swept up and down the satin tender surface. Within seconds, I had the animated living staff engulfed by lips, tongue, and sensitive palate in a vigorous grip of unyielding suction. I thrilled to the sweet and salty taste of his mounting male pleasure as he sighed in response to the intensity of my ministrations; both his hands clamped firmly to either of my temples. My tongue explored about the crown as well as the shaft, tracing and pulling, and invading under his pliant ample foreskin. After only a few minutes, I was able to wrest from him the eruption of his climax. My tongue greedily lapped at the musky slightly congealed sluice that spewed from his gaping pee hole following each of several throbs of his over-excited sex organ.
Following a session of toweling each other dry in focused exploration, we contemplated our exit to Ari's dorm room just across the hall and two rooms down. Impatient to remain unclothed in each other's presence, my friend exited with clothes in hand, and only a towel wrapped around his waist. Opening the door to the hall, he checked that the environs were clear and he signaled me to follow in my state of complete nudity. I scooted into the hall, my swaggering dick beginning to stiffen again. We hastily shuffled to the dorm room door, Ari's towel falling from his waist in an accompaniment of our own snickers and titters. Once inside, presumably unnoticed in our ribald behavior, we tossed our clothes and effects to a nearby bed, collapsing in an intimate swoon of naked embrace on his unmade bed. Mouths, tongues, and fingers probe and explore the full length and surfaces of each other's corpus like two adolescent boys thrilling to the discovery of the inexhaustible physical pleasures that can be achieved between males. Dark flesh against pale flesh, pale skin against dark skin, warm kisses, firm fingers, and fleshy embraces between differing body parts would, from time-to-time force sensual overdrive to one another's cocks. A soft groan would herald the spasmodic emission of slippery ecstatic release on one or both of us. Our carnal play would only be interrupted by the occasional snatch of a bedside tissue to clean away the strongly scented discharges that originated from the dizzily sultry inflammations of our loins.
After what seemed like hours, my new companion in lust was immersed in deep slumber in my arms. I lay there in the dark, his warmth comfortably snuggling my nakedness, puzzled by the lack of satisfaction in our first night of full body contact. Inevitably, my mind would wander back to the ominous location and the almost desperate scenario of our first meeting. Once again, I was astonished at how I would stiffen with the contemplation of sinister activity. This seemed so irrational. I was soon to be reminded of the frequent discrepancy between the sensible inclination sought by one's head and the horny disposition of his dick.
Any and all suggestions from readers are welcome. I think you can appreciate that in my next chapter I would like to re-introduce the characters from the opening scenario. Any assistance in that objective would be most welcome. Please write to blondeallover@hotmail.com.