Pure Passion

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Pure Passion

Daniel was one of the biggest passions in my life. Just by putting this sentence in the past tense, you can imagine he is not longer in my life... unfortunately. It was back in 2003. Let me tell you the story in chronology.

In the summer of 2003 I was working as a tourist guide on a ship that went looking for pilot whales and dolphins in their natural habitat. It was a wonderful summer and I couldn't be happier. I loved my job. Some times it was hard work, but the day always ended with a huge party on the boat, putting the music quite loud and with all the latest hits that could be heard on the radio and that everybody knew. It was a five-hours cruise, starting to look for the pilot whales that were quite abundant in the ocean surrounding the island I was living on. The boat could host up to two hundred people, but most of the excursions were about a hundred and fifty or so. Once we had found the whales and seen them for some time, we sailed to a spot near very high cliffs. Those cliffs were really impressive when seen from the sea. When we approached the cliffs, we put on some evenly impressive music such as "1492 Conquest of paradise" by Vangelis. The effect never missed. People were in awe at the sight of those cliffs that were coming vertically out of the water. In one of the bays, we dropped anchor and gave the people the opportunity to have a swim. We also served some food: mostly chicken with pasta and some fruit as dessert. Once that was over we went to look for dolphins and when we were lucky those animals played in the waves caused by the moving boat. Often they gave quite a show and you could hear a lot of "Ahhs" and "Ohhs" when they jumped out of the water in their typical playful mood. I couldn't help smiling seeing the faces of kids that apparently didn't believe their own eyes. On the way back to the port, we always started the music and the entire crew, except the captain, drew the people to the small dance floor to join the general funny atmosphere that was reining aboard. "Hey Baby" by DL Otzi and "Follow the leader" by The Soca Boys were still having the most wonderful effect. Our reaching the harbor was always noticed as the music blasted out of the speakers and the people were joyfully dancing and having a good time.

That particular day the cruise was absolutely successful. The dolphins had given their best show and people on board were more than happy. The cheap cava we had served was chilled and good. People were in a very good mood and the dancing was going full blast when we anchored in the harbor. Most of them didn't even want to get off board and continue partying, but we couldn't allow it. We still had the cleaning to do and in the summertime we had two cruises a day. The crew was tired and wanted to go home. We were tired indeed, but very happy as well.

At that time I drove a convertible and as soon as I got off the boat, I pulled the top down and hit the road to get home. Even though I knew I was reaching an empty home, nothing could bring my mood down. Once inside, I went through my usual routine: turning on the television to have the impression there was life in my place, turning on the computer to check e-mails and throwing my working clothes in the laundry basket. I was just about to have a shower on the terrace after serving myself a cold drink. In summertime I always showered on the terrace. It was secluded and as I didn't have a swimming pool, the hose to water the plants was a refreshing experience every single day. I dutifully watered the plants and then sprayed myself with the cold water. As my terrace was facing west, the sun was bathing it and it was just wonderful. After my shower I always laid myself down on the lounge chair to dry, sipping my drink and enjoying life as it was. My drink was soon empty and I was dry after the shower. I went inside to refill my drink and checked my e-mails. Nothing really important appeared on the screen. I closed the e- mail window and clicked on my favorite chat-room tab. I introduced my nickname and the screen soon was filled with the incoming messages. I read it for a while and was a bit disappointed with the messages that were exclusively and explicitly search for sex. I was used to it, but nonetheless it was sometimes frustrating. I sent my usual message: "Anybody looking for something more than just sex?". I wasn't expecting any answer to that question as in the past I had never received an interesting responses. This time was different though. I even remember the nickname of the user: Corfu. Interesting to see the name of a Greek island while we were on a Spanish one. The message was quite forward as it said: "Hello, up for a drink and a chat?" I wasn't used to this. Most of the time when there was private messaging you got IM's like "What you looking for?" or "You bottom or top?" or things like that. This guy was apparently up to just some company, so I answered I was interested indeed. He mentioned a commercial center that had a nice bar in the patio. I knew the place well and agreed to meet. I slipped on some white briefs and shorts, as well as a T-shirt and my boat-shoes without socks. I jumped in the car and was soon on my way. It was only once I was in the car that I realized I hadn't even asked him what he looked like and how we would recognize each other. When I reached the terrace of the bar, I was relieved to see just one man sitting outside, having a drink in front of him and smoking a cigarette. I was wondering if it was him or not. He was stunning gorgeous and in my opinion it was too good to be true that he was my date. Nonetheless, the guy looked my way, smiled broadly and lifted his hand. He stood up when I approached his table and said he was Corfu.

My God! Here stood a man about my age, my height and in perfect shape. A receding hairline and a five o'clock shadow in his square chin gave him a look of a businessman coming out of an important meeting that had lasted the whole day. Dark grey slacks and white shirt with a loosened tie and an open button at the collar made him look tired but satisfied. His eyes were piercing and looking straight through me. His smile was broad and genuine and showed a perfect set of teeth. His handshake was firm without being crushing. Before sitting down he asked what I wanted to drink and said he was having Gin and tonic. I asked for a Rum and coke. He went to the bar and came back out with my drink. We toasted to our meeting.

The conversation was as any conversation between two people who just met. He said his name was Daniel and I offered him mine: Alan. We talked about our respective jobs. He was in hotel business and went to the different hotels to install a new computer program that would make the reservations and follow-ups easier. He was in charge to install it and then train the people who had to work with it. The chain of hotels he was working for was quite big and he had still several hotels to visit all over the world. Automatically he was staying at the hotel he was working for. I told him about my work on the boat. Talking with him was easy and fluent. We actually enjoyed each other's company and I went for a second round of drinks inside. While I waited for the drinks I thought it was REALLY too good to be true. Here I had a man that I found particularly attractive, intelligent and with sense of humor. He was easy to talk to and even easier on the eyes. The only inconvenience was that he was not living on the island I was. He was just passing by, but I didn't care. Even if it was for a few days, I would enjoy his company whatever happened.

When we finished our second drink he asked me if I would mind to go to the hotel with him because he wanted to get out of his business clothes and pull on something more comfortable. He even suggested we could go and have a bite afterwards. I was thinking that going with him to his hotel would probably give me the opportunity to see him with less clothes on. It was summer after all and although the sun was setting down and I had already showered, I wouldn't mind having a second shower if it was with him. So, I agreed and he smiled broadly again. The hotel was just around the corner and we didn't need the car. We went through the reception area but were not stopped by anyone. We went up just one floor and after a walk through a labyrinth of corridors we reached room 106. He slipped the card into the door- lock and we were soon in. The door was not even closed when he was all over me, kissing me with an undeniable passion. Our mouths were glued together and our tongues were dancing in them. He kissed like a man, with gentle force and deeply. I loved the way he kissed. All the while kissing I could sense he was unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his tie. Soon enough he was bare-chested and pressing himself against me. I had the wall in my back and could feel his body with an unusual intensity. His hands slipped under my T-shirt and caressed my naked skin, lifting the fabric higher and higher till I had to lift my arms so he could take it over my head. He threw my T-shirt aside, without bothering where it landed. I didn't bother me either. The contact of naked skin to skin sent jolts of pleasure through my whole being. What was it with this man? He transmitted such a passion and lust that I was suddenly sent to an unknown place where pleasure and joy went hand in hand. The sensations were so strong that I almost had to pinch me to be sure it was all true. I felt he was unbuckling the belt on his trousers and unfasten them. At the same time I felt him move as to take off his shoes. The trousers fell around his ankles and he was naked except for his briefs and his socks. He kicked off the trousers with such a leg movement that they landed two meters further. I thought he was going to drop his briefs but before he did that he opened my shorts that fell on my feet. My sneakers were too tightly closed to be able to kick them off that easily, but the shorts were loose enough to slip over them. I was standing there in my briefs, socks and sneakers, pressed against the wall with Daniel kissing me as if there was no tomorrow. He had his hands on my buttocks and pressed his groin in mine. I hadn't realized it, but both our cocks had grown to enormous proportions, confined in the pure white cotton of our briefs that were tenting obscenely, searching for a way to escape the confinement of the fabric. Daniel had a hairy chest, but trimmed it short. He said that under those latitudes, too much chest-hair was far too warm. Nonetheless it had been a few days since he trimmed it and it was growing back quite fast. As the air-conditioning had not kicked in yet, we were both sweating and he invited me to join him in the shower. Sneakers, socks and briefs were soon discarded and I could admire his perfect fatless body and rippled abs. He took my hand and pulled me to the bathroom and turned on the cold-water faucet. Without any warning he pulled me under the cascading water and the reaction of the contact of the cold water almost took my breath away, but it was refreshing all the same. Daniel resumed his kissing and his hands were roaming over my body just as mine roamed over his. At one point he locked his arms around my waist and I locked mine around his neck. He came up for air after a few minutes and looked me in the eyes.

• I think we are really compatible in a sexual way if your kissing is any indication to it.

I smiled and just answered by locking my lips on his once again. I could easily call it earth-shattering kisses, he ones that lift you from reality into a realm of sexual frenzy. The ones that get to your soul and make you forget whatever you experienced before in your life. Our tongues went so deep that I wondered how we were able to breath. I squeezed my arms tight around his neck and he responded likewise around my waist. We were pressed together in such a way that the water couldn't even get between us. My hands played in his dark straight hair, pushing his head closer to mine if that was possible. We were so pressed together that we were just one body. I could feel his heartbeat in his chest and I was sure he could feel mine. Both our hearts were beating fast and furiously. Our hormones were alive and more than awake. Our cocks were hard as steel and rubbing against each other. That moment was so intense that I didn't want it to end ... ever!

But the heat of the moment made our knees weak. We were on the verge of falling to our knees on the hard floor of the shower. Daniel turned the water off. He reached for the enormous bath towel and put it around us, gently rubbing it over our wet skin, drying us off in the most tender and caring way. The contrast of the intense kissing and his gently rubbing the soft cotton over our skin made me see he was a man of many facets: gentle and rough, passionate and emotional, sexual and romantic. He led me to the bedroom where a huge king-sized bed waited for us. The covers were drawn back and the white sheets were inviting us to lay down. We didn't actually lay down but more of fell down, with Daniel on top of me, resuming our kissing with tender force, once again eating each other out so we would never been separated. Daniel used all the muscles in his body to rub it over mine. I wasn't idle and was writhing under him. Every move sent signals to every nerve ending, making our heads spin in a pure bliss. Hands were searching for all those new places on the other's body, searching to give a maximum pleasure and stimulating the sensations that were waiting to eliciting a new pleasure.

Just laying there, kissing and caressing, rubbing our bodies together was just heaven on earth. I had never felt like that before. From what he had told me, I knew I couldn't hope for an on-going relationship with him, but I fell for him at that moment. I knew I was already lost, feeling that he was the man I had been searching for, the man I had been waiting for all my life. I wanted to restrain myself from those feelings, but it was impossible. I knew it was not pure lust, although it was part of it. My heart went out to him and I gave myself over, trying desperately not to think about what would happen when all this physical activity was over.

Daniel was someone who wanted to share. He was not happy with taking me in his mouth and giving him the pleasure I wanted to give him. He didn't settle for him taking me and worshipping my manhood. He immediately turned around in a 69 position, giving me the opportunity of kissing and licking his rod while he gave all his attention to mine. We unconsciously mimicked each other's actions and just as he had stated it before, we were indeed more than compatible in our physical activity. We instinctively knew how to please each other. We had the same buttons to be pushed and we did just that. I felt his rock-hard cock between my lips, on my tongue and in my throat while his hands held on to my buttocks, getting closer to my puckered hole with each circular movement. I felt his lips tighten around my dick and the swirling of his tongue on my cock-head that was becoming more sensitive by the second. It was obvious that none of us would last long if we went on like that, but the initial urge was there. We sucked each other in a furious frenzy, responding to the basic urge of emptying our balls in the other's mouth. I really didn't want to cum so fast, as I didn't know if he would want to go for round two and even round three, but I couldn't help myself. My juice was boiling in my balls, asking to be released and run through my shaft into Daniel's mouth. At the same time I felt his cock expand even more and getting even harder.

He filled my mouth with his cream while I emptied my balls in his throat. We both had our lips sealed over the other's cock and were milking out till the last drop, till we felt a slight decrease of hardness. I kept on sucking him although he was almost completely soft. Daniel spun around and kissed me once again. We shared our juices. When we parted he looked in my eyes.

• What would you think of a cigarette after this intense activity?

We went out on the little terrace, naked, sat down and he lit two cigarettes. He had that ability to resume the conversation just where we had left it just before entering his room. He also apologized for not having any drinks in his little fridge and served us two glasses of water. We talked as if we had known each other for years and were just catching up on things. We discovered quite a lot of common interests. Reading was one of them and on his table there was a copy of "The Warrior of Light" by Paulo Coelho. I had never read it before and he showed me a few passages and read them out loud. He had a wonderful voice and his way of reading out loud was absolutely magnificent. The words floated in the air long after he had stopped reading them. That man mesmerized me. He explained how he felt directly connected to the powerful words and could even feel identified. I surely felt identified as well, but the tone of his voice got to me like no one had ever done before. I felt an attraction to his body. That was undeniable, but his voice made the attraction even stronger. I hadn't realized it, but while I was listening to his baritone voice, my cock had grown again. He smiled when noticing this and my being hard made him think of what we had done. The immediate effect was that his manhood stretched to its full size as well. He closed the book and put it down on the table, taking my hand and leading me back to the bedroom.

As we had cum only about half an hour earlier, the urge of the newness was gone and we switched into tender lovemaking. The kisses were equally intense but softer and longer. Our hands roamed over each other but with slower motion. Our cocks rubbed against each other but in a more sensual way. I enjoyed even more the trimmed hair of his chest caressing my smooth skin. I literally savored his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth. As I am fond of having my ears licked out, I did it to him, eliciting moans that came from deep inside of him. I nibbled at his earlobes and he stopped whatever he was doing so he could concentrate on the sensation. I travelled down his neck, licking the tender flesh between his ear and his collarbone. He moaned even louder. Now that I was on my way, I got lower and reached his chest. Little hairs on the trimmed chest surrounded his nipples. I took the closest nipple between my lips and immediately felt his hand on the back of my neck, pushing me closer and insisting on being worked over well. I gave him what he wanted, switching from one nipple to the other, till both were standing proud on his chest. I followed his treasure trail down, slowly, without any hurry, kissing and licking till he was squirming on the bed. I reached his navel that I washed out with my tongue while his cock-head pushed under my chin, leaving a wet mark of pre-cum. I found that it was a waste to have pre-cum under my chin instead of on my lips and in my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked his cock-head, savoring the sweet taste of his leaking juice. I was happy to see that I caused him to produce so much and he was happy to provide it, making my taste buds working overtime. I was hooked on his manhood, engulfing it as far as I could without gagging and my nose was buried in his trimmed pubes. I massaged his balls while sucking all the pre-cum out of his body. The nerve endings in my hands registered the softness of his skin, the tickles of his short hair on chest and stomach. I let go of his cock and travelled down, taking his balls in my mouth. First one and then the other filled my mouth completely and made it difficult to breath, even through my nose. There was almost no space left for my tongue to move. I could almost sense, and certainly imagine, his juice boiling in his balls, producing extra sperm that would shot out of him minutes later. I went down even more, while I spread his legs wide and pushing them high in the air, opening his buttocks to my exploration of his beautiful body. His ass-crack was naturally smooth in contrast to the rest of his body. I kissed each buttock, licked in in circles, reducing the diameter of them till I was at his rosebud. His puckered hole was winking at me rhythmically according to his heartbeat. I couldn't resist and dove in with gusto. His smell and taste were a dream coming true: manly and clean, soft and moist. I licked his hole for what seemed an eternity and he bravely held his legs up and widely spread to give me the perfect access, playing with his hole with my tongue, my nose and my fingers. We had agreed that there would be no penetration as we didn't have any condoms, but with tongue and fingers we could give each other a lot of pleasure as well.

I could hear Daniel's heavy breath and loud moans and that alone told me I was doing a fine job. So I went on and on. Eating out his ass, playing with his balls and dick, caressing him wherever I could reach made it all so exciting and urged me to redouble my efforts to give him more pleasure he had ever received. I pushed my fingers inside him, first one, then two ending up with three fingers in his bowels. I moved them inside and found his prostate that I massaged alternatively soft and strong. With each passage of my fingers over his prostate he cried out loud, urging me to go on and asking for more. I obliged, wriggling my fingers inside him like I had never done before and he had never felt before either. His stomach was covered in pre-cum that he produced at a steady rhythm. I came up and couldn't let it go dry! I licked it up and used it as a natural lubricant to push my tongue as far up his ass as I could. I licked his hole out, munched on his perineum, swallowed his balls and finally engulfed his cock deep in my throat. Without any warning he spurt his seed in my mouth, breathing heavily and throwing his head back in the pillows while his eyes were wide open and if he had seen a ghost. I slowed down my movements and let him enjoy the afterglow of an orgasmic height. He slowly let his legs down, put his hands under my armpits and pulled me up. His lips met mine and he almost devoured my mouth.

• That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had, he said between two kisses.

He was still catching his breath and relaxing to bring the furious beat of his heart back to normal. I just laid my head on his chest, gently playing with his nipples. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me close to him. I felt so peaceful in this position and made a mental note to go buying condoms and a tube of KY if he ever wanted us to meet again. Once he was back to normal, he pulled me up and we went back to the terrace for another cigarette. He looked at me, once we were seated, with an incredible look on his face. I couldn't read his expression but hoped he was falling for me as much as I had fallen for him. I hadn't orgasmed this time and so my manhood stood in stand by and would go over to full erection in no time. Daniel asked me to put my feet in his lap as we were sitting in front of each other. He caressed them as well as my calves and his touch was so soft and tender. He played with my feet and my toes curled up in the anticipation of what could come. He lifted one foot and kissed my toes, opening his mouth wide to suck on each of them. That was a first for me as never before someone had done that to me. The sight was erotic to the highest point, but the feeling was even higher, sending shivers through my whole body and making my cock swell to enormous proportions. I was leaning back in my chair, putting my body on display and accessible for him to play with as he wished. While sucking on my toes, his hands travelled over my legs as high as they could reach. I had never thought my toes were an ergogenic zone, but they were directly connected to my brain and caused some serious short-circuits in that part of my brain that controls my sexual feelings and desires. He let go of my toes for an instant.

• I have never in my life had such a sexual connection with someone, he said, but this goes far beyond the sexual activity.

I was afraid and anxious to ask him to explain. I didn't say anything and wanted to believe what I understood: he was falling for me as well. I didn't want to hear it. I was too afraid that my interpretation of his words was not what he really meant. I preferred to revel in a positive thought and believe we were connecting on more than one level that was obvious. We were sexually compatible. Daniel was clearly deep in thoughts, looking to the sky with a look that would probably tell a hundred stories if I was able to read it, but he was still a mystery to me. I still didn't know if he was just up for a hook-up or if he wanted more.

Daniel went on with his ministrations and I abandoned any control I had on my own body. I was on cloud nine and if there was a cloud ten or eleven, I was on them, too. It is hard to describe after all those years, how I felt, but I clearly remember it was the time of my life, feeling things I didn't even know existed. I had a total connection of the emotions and the physical sensations. I didn't even have to touch myself to reach climaxes with the intensity of an atomic explosion. Daniel just knew how to make me feel wanted and desired. He knew how to reach the very height of sexual pleasure and take me along with him. God, he was just licking my toes and I was hard as steel, squirming and moaning like never before, not caring if anybody could see or hear us going at it on the terrace. Just as I was on the verge of exploding, he took my feet out of his mouth, pulled me up and dragged me back to the bedroom, throwing me on the bed and resuming his art on my feet. He went on for quite some time, but to me it appeared to be only minutes as it was so intense. The Pope couldn't have worshiped God more than Daniel was worshiping my body! I was in a total ecstasy where I didn't even remember where I was or what I was called. I was in another world where only one sense was working: the touch of Daniel on my body.

But Daniel was hungry not only for my feet. He came up, licking my calves and my thighs with an excruciating slowness, waking every nerve ending where his tongue roamed. He reached my perineum after what seemed like an eternity of pleasure. I thought he was going straight for my genitals again, but he avoided them carefully to prevent me to just lose my load. It was even more erotic that he avoided touching my manhood and my balls, being it with his hands or his mouth. He was close though but slipped by as an expert with each passage. I silently begged him to make me cum, lifting and moving my hips to get my genitals closer to his touches, but he still touched every place except the most sensitive ones. He pushed my agony to the extreme. My cock had never felt that hard and my balls were pulled up and almost entered my lower abdomen. When his tongue ran over my shaft and he reached my cock- head, engulfing it in his warm, moist mouth, I exploded. The intensity of my orgasm was totally new to me. I didn't even try to count the spurts. I only knew I filled his mouth with my baby-makers and he was swallowing them down his throat. My cock-head was so sensitive that it almost hurt when he sucked me dry. My whole being was concentrated in the feeling of his lips and tongue on my cock that didn't deflate even after I finished spewing my juice. Daniel held on to my hands, preventing me to push his head away from my groin. I cried and screamed in agony, discovering feelings I had never felt before. I arched my back and squirmed and moaned as if I was on the verge of dying. I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. I had problems breathing, but was disappointed when I could. I had had my share of sexual pleasures in my life, but this was new. This was unexpected. This was heaven on earth and it was Daniel who gave it to me. Daniel came up and looked at my face. He had a broad smile on his face and in his eyes.

• I guess you enjoyed it, he said.

• Enjoyed it? My God! You took me to places I have never been before. You made me feel things that were totally new. You've taken me to heaven!

He laughed and pretended he had not done anything extraordinary. He said he had just done things he loved to do and was happy the enjoyment was mutual. He also said it was probably time for us to have some sleep. I watched over to his small alarm clock on the nightstand and saw it was almost six o'clock! My God! I had to go home and prepare myself for a day at work! We had two excursions: one small one of three hours in the morning and one of five in the afternoon.

I jumped out of bed telling him just that, saying I had to go home, shower and change and come back to the harbor to board the ship and get ready for the first excursion. He asked me if I could call in sick, but I knew I couldn't although I wanted to. I would have given anything in this world to spend the day with him, even if it was sleeping half of it in his arms. But I was responsible enough to know we both had a job to perform. Just before I left he asked my number and I gladly gave it to him as he gave me his. We shared a last passionate kiss that almost drove us back to the bedroom, but I left. Just when I was almost out of hearing reach, he called out to me. I looked back and he said to meet him at the bar of the hotel around eight. We could have our supper together. I agreed.

That day I was in a very good mood. Even my co-workers asked me what was going on with me. If they only knew! I was surprised I was not getting tired even though I had not slept at all. I checked my phone several times during the day, hoping to receive a text message, but there were none. Daniel was at work as well and I guessed he had no time for that. It was only when we entered the harbor after the second trip that I heard the familiar beep of my phone. Just a short text saying: "Looking forward to eight o'clock". That was enough for me to make my day complete and happy. I left the harbor at six, driving home as quickly as the law allowed me. I took off my working clothes and threw myself on the bed after setting my alarm clock. I didn't want Daniel to have to wait if I arrived late. My body took over and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

It was not necessary to have set the alarm clock. Just five minutes before I had to get up, my eyes shot open. I quickly jumped in the shower and dressed with only a T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. No underwear was necessary, as I knew I would be naked before Daniel's door would be closed. At a quarter to eight I jumped in the car and arrived at the hotel just few minutes short to eight o'clock. Daniel wasn't there. I called him and he answered immediately, apologizing for his delay as one of his meetings had taken him more time than he had thought it would. He insisted heavily that I waited for him and I didn't tell him so, but was ready to wait whatever time he needed to arrive. It actually took him only about fifteen minutes to show up.

• I had no time to eat anything at all today and I don't think I can go another night without having dinner. Do you know of any nice place with good food?

I had a few ideas of places we could go to. One of them was a little further away but would give us the privacy of not meeting people we knew and serving very good food at the same time. Daniel jumped into the car and we were off in no time. We reached the restaurant and I found a parking spot just in front of the door. Although it was still early, the place was packed and we had a drink while waiting for a table to be available. Conversation was once again fluid and smooth. He talked animatedly about what he did exactly at his job and I had the sensation he just loved it. Nonetheless, he made me understand that he was ending the program he was in and then would probably quit. His job asked for extensive traveling all over the globe and he wanted to be closer to his son. Wow, that came as a big surprise. He explained that he had a very, very good friend of his who wanted to have a child without the burden to have a husband. That was almost fifteen years previous. They had agreed to have sex together till she was pregnant and when she was, they stopped having sex. His son was now almost fifteen years and his friend and he were the best friends they had ever been. The mother of his son knew all too well he was gay and it had been her choice to ask him to give her a child. Seeing how Daniel's eyes shone when talking about it, I could sense his pride about his son and the fantastic friend he had in his son's mother.

We had just ordered a second drink when the waiter came over to have us seated. We looked at the menu. What we were going to eat had absolutely no importance at all. We knew we had to eat and that was all. I don't even remember what we had. Daniel went on telling me that he had bought the house where his friend and his son were living and that he had his room there as well. He was so much on the way for his job that he was rarely home, but when he was, he dedicated his time to his son a hundred percent. When the bill arrived we paid each our half without it being an agreement, but it just said we were on the same wavelength. I drove us back to the hotel and put up the roof as the car was going to be on the street most of the night. Daniel took me to the bar of the hotel and asked what I was having, ordering two of each our drinks to take back to the room.

Just as the previous day, he was all over me before the door was even closed and that we had put our drinks down on the table. His kissing was even more passionate than the day before. Once again we showered together and made out under the cascading water. On our way to the bedroom I looked for my jeans and fished out the condoms and the lube I had bought on my way home, and dropped them on the nightstand. I had no clue about Daniel being a top or a bottom, and I didn't care. I would adapt to whatever was developing in the coming minutes and hours. The urge of our horniness made us cum in the first ten minutes, shooting huge loads between our stomachs. As became usual after shooting our loads, we went out to the terrace to have a smoke, talking away and almost redoing the world as to make it a better place. Daniel talked about his plans to go and see his son and even take him to a basketball match before his next trip. He was about to finish his work here and had to go to the Dominican Republic and Jamaica. Before going to the Caribbean he had to go to the main office that was located in Mallorca, as well as doing some fine tuning on one of the programs in mainland Spain. He was indeed travelling quite a lot and I instinctively knew I wouldn't see a lot of him.

Just as the night before, our hormones got the better part of us and we were soon both erect again just by touching and caressing each other softly. We were hungry for each other and really couldn't get enough of the other. I was amazed at the speed we got hard after releasing huge loads of juice, but I wasn't complaining. On the contrary! This time, I took the initiative and pulled Daniel by his hand to lead him to the bedroom. I pushed him softly onto the bed and covered his body with mine. We kissed softly and lovingly but our bodies were asking for more action. Our cocks were talking and deciding for us. Daniel's hand went searching for my manhood and pulled on it till I understood he wanted it in his mouth. I wanted his as well and the best way to do so was to turn into a 69. Once again I thought about Daniel's words saying that we were sexually compatible, as we wanted the same things at the same time. I deep throated him while he did me. I devoured his cock as he swallowed mine. My hands played with his buttocks while he spread mine and came dangerously close to my puckered hole. I pushed his legs backwards and licked his perineum while he attempted to reach my hole with his tongue. I sat on his face while he pulled his legs even further backwards, opening his ass-cheeks to give me better access. The cock-sucking 69 turned into an ass-eating 69 and boy, we were hungry! I felt his tongue on my ass while I was washing out his and we both obviously enjoyed it. We added our fingers to the game and entered each other almost simultaneously, pushing them in and let them search for our prostates, to rub and massage. The immediate result was an extra production of pre-cum that gathered on our stomachs and chests that glided over each other. Ok, we both liked our ass played with and I guessed we were both as versatile as could be. I felt Daniel stretch and heard him taking the box of condoms and pulling one out, ripping off the package and rolling down the condom on my rock-hard cock. The sign he gave me with that was crystal clear. I turned around and kneeled between his spread legs. His hole was relaxed and open for me. After all we had been playing with our asses for quite some time. I positioned myself and put my cock-head right on target. I could see his pleading eyes looking straight at me. He was obviously ready. I wanted to go slow and careful, but with the first thrust I entered so easily that just with the gravity I was in up to the hilt without realizing it till my pubes were pressed against his ass-cheeks. I didn't know if his sudden intake of breath was from surprise, pain or pleasure. He stretched his arms out and wrapped them around my neck, pulling me in for the wettest kiss ever. The passion of our mouth to mouth contact send signals to the rest of my body and my hips had a will of their own, starting to move slowly but rhythmically in and out of him. I pushed myself up, gripped his ankles and spread his legs wide, increasing my pumping speed. Daniel threw his head back into the pillows, moaning loud and urging me to go faster and harder. I obliged willingly. It was intense, powerful and all our senses were wide-awake. Daniel reached out and took a second condom, pulled it on his cock and in a rapid movement turned us both around so that I ended on my back. I knew what he wanted and opened my legs as wide as they would go, pulling them back with my hands in my knee-bends. Daniel didn't waste any time and entered me as easily as I had entered him, brushing forcefully over my prostate and making me gasp for air. Without waiting for any approval, he skipped the slow long strokes and started plowing me as if his life depended on it. Just as I had done, he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs wide and high into the air. I saw him looking down, enjoying the sight of his cock going in and out of me and breathing heavier with every stroke. His balls slapped on my buttocks and I was thinking they had to hurt from banging so hard, but Daniel didn't seem to mind. His hips moved rhythmically and caused an undeniable pleasure in my love tunnel. I closed my eyes although I wanted to see his face, but I also wanted to concentrate on the feelings he was giving me. My body was on fire and all he did was fueling this fire even more. I knew I was about to cum for the second time and Daniel felt it as well. Quickly, he brought my legs down and as my cock was till sheathed with the rubber, he straddled my hips, pointed my rock-hard cock to his hole and sat down, impaling himself on my manhood. He sat up and down in rapid movements and that was all I needed to be sent over the edge. I took his cock in my hand and squeezed it hard while moving it up and down. Surprisingly it was Daniel who came first and the spasm in his hole milked my cock. I filled the condom while he filled his. When he stopped spurting, he collapsed on top of me kissing with passion, but it soon turned to a tender loving French kiss. My deflating cock slipped out of him and Daniel stretched out on top of me in total body contact.

What do you guess? Indeed, we went out to the terrace for another cigarette. I marveled at Daniel's ability to pick up the conversation where we left it before our lovemaking. This time we enjoyed our drinks as well while talking. I learned his life had been quite full of events and I admired him for all he went through and how he had handled it. He was a man of decisions, analyzing the facts before jumping to a conclusion. I listened fascinated to his stories and could easily imagine him in them. He had travelled the world, even though it was for his job. In every place he had been, he had lived some extraordinary adventures and unbelievable things. He told it all with humor and I had to laugh more than once. If there is one thing with which you can seduce me, it is certainly when you make me laugh. Daniel was fantastic at that. The talking between two lovemaking sessions got longer and we shared the things we had lived in the past, present and what we were hoping for in the future. He really wanted to quit his job and was confident enough he would find something else very soon. He was not a man to sit down and do nothing. Of course, in between jobs he wanted to spend some quality time with his son. I was surprised when he mentioned that he really wanted me to meet him, as well as the mother of his son. He was talking about the future, including me in it. You can't imagine how happy that made me.

We alternated the talking and the lovemaking all night long. At one point Daniel was laying on top of me, rubbing his body over mine, getting really excited and more than horny. I had been playing with his ass quite some time, exploring his insides with my tongue and fingers, discovering his smooth and clean bowels, reveling in what I could feel in his warm and moist hole. His ass-muscles were more than relaxed and we worked up a nice sweat, making the rubbing of our bodies even easier and smoother. That was why Daniel was on top of me, having our chests caressing the other and feeling the heartbeats going faster and even skip a beat from time to time.

Daniel sat up, grinding his ass over my genitals. I was rock-hard. Daniel surprised me when he took my manhood in his hand and guiding it to his hole without putting on a condom.

• I don't care if you carry a disease. I just want to feel you in me without any barrier, even though it is just a fine rubber.

And having said that, he sat down on my pole, engulfing it to the hilt and gasping for air, as the invasion was more than what he expected although it was his own free will to have it fill up his insides. He stayed still for a while and then started to bob up and down with his whole body. On the upward movement my cock almost left his hole, but he controlled his body and muscles so nicely that it never happened. On the downward movement he would abruptly sit down and have my cock getting to places inside him that apparently he didn't even know he had. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. It was obvious he was concentrated on the sensations he felt. I had his cock in my hand and his balls in the other. I didn't have to move at all as he was doing all the work and he was doing a very fine job if you ask me.

He spurted his load all over my chest and stomach and the last ones just gave us just the extra lubrication needed for an easy gliding of his cock between my fingers. He was deflating, but I still hadn't climaxed. I pushed him backwards, climbing over him and pushing my cock as deep as I could. Just a few strokes were necessary for me to deposit my semen deep inside of him. I kissed him passionately and he responded my kiss likewise. We had long lost the count of our orgasms and we still wanted more. We actually made love all night long with small pauses of talking and enjoying a cigarette.

Around five in the morning, we were sitting on the terrace once again and he was apparently in deep thoughts when he suddenly looked up at me.

• There is something I have to tell you and please, don't get upset, as we didn't promise anything to each other. I told you I have to go to Mallorca before travelling to the Caribbean. Before I go to Mallorca I have to set up the program in Malaga, on mainland Spain. I'll take the advantage to go and see my father as well. But the thing is that when I arrive in Mallorca I have a dinner date with my boyfriend. I am 43 but he is a lot younger. He is 29 and still living with his parents. I have invited them to dinner to show them I am serious about their son and will never do anything to hurt him. They actually don't know he is gay, so it will be quite a revelation night.

I was flabbergasted. He was being honest with me and just for that I couldn't get angry with him. Indeed, we hadn't promised anything to each other, but our connection was there, obvious and clear. I didn't know how to react, as I knew I already had very strong feeling towards him. Yes we had shared our bodies and a lot of thoughts. Yes, we had talked the night away and the way he spoke to me let me dream and hope for a future together. This news was killing me but I did everything I could to hide my deception. Those two nights had been absolutely wonderful and I already knew I would think about them for a very long time. I let him talk about his boyfriend.

• The strange thing is that I didn't know I could have feelings for two people at the same time. In those two days I grew very fond of you and it is not only the sexual activity that makes me talking that way. I appreciate you and we have a lot in common. We have very similar interests and I know we can find it with each other, but I also made a promise to my boyfriend and I assume you understand I have to honor my word.

Yes, I understood he was integer enough to honor his word, but I just wondered if his boyfriend knew he was having sex with someone else as well. We talked about it extensively and around eight o'clock (I didn't have to work that day) we went out and sat down at a local pub to have some breakfast. After that he said he had to gather his things and get on the road. He promised we would keep in touch. I tried desperately to convince myself it had just been a wonderful two nights. Daniel had given me the book "The Warrior of the Light" just before we left his room. He said it was for me to read and that I could give it back to him the next time we would see each other. That was giving me hope.

We parted, there, on the street. Daniel walked back to his hotel and would be leaving soon. He had to catch a plane and go to Mallorca to meet his boyfriend. Once he was far enough as to not be able to see my face properly, I let a few tears roll down my face. I had the strange sensation I would never hear of him again. I tried to burn his image in my memory, fearing it was the last time I saw him. I had a hard time admitting I had let myself fall for the guy, not only physically but also emotionally.

I went home and my place suddenly looked so empty, although we had never reached it together. I fell on my bed and was asleep before my head even hit the pillow. Two nights with almost no sleep were taking their toll. I would be happy and oh so romantic to tell you I dreamed of him, but it didn't happen. I very rarely remember my dreams anyway. I woke up around three in the afternoon. In normal circumstances I would have laid on the chair on the terrace, soaking up some sun, but didn't feel like it. I had that feeling that I lost something and in this case lost someone. I prepared myself something to eat, but had no appetite. I was tempted to call him, but I didn't. He was not that kind of mine to have someone chasing him only a few hours after we parted. I would leave it to him to make the first step if he wanted more contact. I tried to watch some TV but nothing was interesting me. My thoughts were somewhere else. I sat at my computer, checking my e-mails... junk, junk and more junk. I resisted the urge to open the chat- room, but didn't want to be confronted with the fact he wasn't there. I paced my apartment up and down, like a lion in a cage.

I had always been a romantic and could express myself quite well in writing. I wrote some poetry about our meeting. I even let myself describe the feelings of passion I felt for Daniel. I read the poetry over and over again and pitied myself for losing him so short after the meeting. I listened to some nice love songs and the description of feelings that were so vivid in my heart. I made a collection of about twenty songs and burned a CD, but what was it good for? I then thought if he ever called, I would send him the CD and the poetry I wrote, together with a bunch of flowers. But where would I have to send it?

The next day, in the afternoon, my phone was ringing. First I thought not to answer it as I didn't want to talk to anybody, but the insisting ringing made me pick up the phone and answer to whoever it was that called.

• Hola Caballero, I heard (Hello Gentleman)

It was HIM. I grew nervous and happy at the same time and at the speed of light.

• I am just settled in in yet another hotel room and I have been thinking about you quite a lot, almost constantly I have to admit. It is strange! I didn't know I could have very strong feelings for two people at the same time, and certainly having them after such a far too small meet. You can't imagine how much I already miss you. You made me the happiest man during those two days, or should I say nights? We connected so strongly and the intensity was overwhelming.

I couldn't believe my ears. He knew exactly what to say to make me feel happy. His words made me realize we both felt exactly the same. There was of course the shadow of his boyfriend in Mallorca, but I could delete it from the equation as he was talking to me. We talked and talked, this time without the interruption of lovemaking and trips the bedroom and the bathroom. We shared our feelings over that impersonal thing called a cell phone, but we felt so close to each other even though thousands of miles separated us. Daniel felt enough trust to tell me how he was feeling and that made me do the same. I didn't want to use the three words, but my heart was feeling them. Just before ending the call it was Daniel who used them, but he didn't leave me the time to say they were reciprocal.

During our conversation I had the opportunity to know in which hotel he was staying and in which room. I made my mind up and wrapped the CD and the poetry in an envelope, called the express delivery service and send it to him with the guarantee he would get it within twenty-four hours. Then I went on line and found a flower shop that delivered flowers all over the globe. I ordered a dozen white roses with just one red one in the center of the bouquet and made it delivered the very next morning. If my calculations were correct, he would get the flowers and the envelope at the same time. I was anxious to hear from him the next day, holding my cell phone in my hand almost all the time. The call came indeed, but only around six in the afternoon. The reception people at the hotel had received bot deliveries and put it in his room while he was at work. When I answered his call, I heard the CD playing in the background. Daniel's voice was very emotional.

• No one had ever done something like this for me, he said.

I was glad I was the first one and I knew he would never forget it. Again we talked for hours, sharing the simple things of our lives and getting to know each other even better. He expressed his doubts about the upcoming meeting with his boyfriend and his parents. He wasn't sure he would have to go on with it, as his thoughts were filled with me. He couldn't avoid going to Mallorca because his job asked for it. Being in Mallorca the next day made it all the more difficult for him. I could understand it and I admit I tried to find the words to prevent him to see his boyfriend without being too obvious. It had to be his decision but Jeez, I wanted him to take a plane and come back to me instead of going to his boyfriend.

Daniel went to Mallorca. He even called me while waiting for his plane. He admitted his mind was in turmoil of feelings and hesitations. He wondered if it was a sign of Destiny when he said that the gate to Mallorca was just next to the gate back to me. I heard the call for his flight coming over the airport's PA system. I tried to make it easy for him, ending the call and telling him I was there for him. I sure didn't want to be in his shoes and being forced to make a decision.

The next day, around eleven at night, I had another call from him. He was just back at his hotel after the dinner with his boyfriend and his parents. It seemed it all went well. I asked him where his boyfriend was and was surprised when he said that he was in the shower. They were going to bed early, as his boyfriend was tired. Daniel admitted that there wouldn't even be sex. I didn't understand. They had had a nice dinner. The boyfriend's parents had been supportive and welcomed Daniel to their family. They had all the reasons to be celebrating and they were going early to bed without sex? What kind of lover was that boyfriend? I couldn't believe it and told Daniel.

• I know, he said, but my boyfriend is not really keen on sex. Our relationship is more spiritual I guess.

• You guess? Daniel, please, don't fool yourself! You are an active sexual person and I am in a very good position to tell you that. What is it with your boyfriend? Is he an old guy that has given up sex already?

• No, he is actually twenty-nine!

• Oh my! Well, if you are ever in need of some serious lovemaking, you know where to find me!

He chuckled at that.

• I have to go. He just turned off the water in the shower.

Daniel was gone, but not before he told me that he loved me. I felt pity for him if what he told me was true (and I had no reasons to doubt about his words). His lover who was more than ten years his junior was too tired to have sex although they hadn't seen each other in weeks? What did he mean with a spiritual relationship? I wanted to understand, but I couldn't.

I received a few e-mails from Daniel. He was really busy and was about to leave for the Caribbean. He wrote that he didn't know if he would have the necessary connections to stay in touch. I could understand that. He gave me the dates of his stays in the Dominican Republic and the ones in Jamaica. He would be back in Spain in early November and mentioned he was trying to find a way to come and see me once he had hand over his resignation to the company. I expected I would have to wait till November before having any news from him.

But I was wrong! Daniel called me on a regular basis. It didn't matter he was in the Caribbean or not, he called! He told me his day, how things went, what he felt, what he did outside work. I also received various e-mails. I kept them all in a special folder and meanwhile I counted the days till his return. I tried to live my life as normal as possible and concentrate enough on my work as to not think constantly about him. When at home, he inevitably became my one and only masturbatory memory and fantasy. I don't think I ever produced so much semen in those months.

Early December I had to go into hospital to remove a benign tumor that was badly placed. What do you guess? Yes, indeed, that was the perfect time for Daniel to call, telling me he was only a few miles away and ... with his boyfriend. He wanted us to meet! I explained to him that I couldn't get out that same evening and told him why. He seemed angry that I hadn't told him. I explained that it was a last minute decision to let it removed and that I had no idea he would come along. He called me again the very next day while his boyfriend was still asleep. He was his old self again and I enjoyed our conversation immensely.

• I have to ask you something very special, he said.

I told him to go on.

• Could you put your feelings and emotions in the freezer?

I didn't understand what he meant at that time.

• You know? When you put something in the freezer and get it out months later, once it is defrost, it still has the same qualities it had when you froze it in.

I told him I would think it over, although in my mind I knew I would. Actually I would do whatever he asked me to.

Christmas came and went and his birthday was on January 1st. On New Year's Eve, at exactly 12 o'clock, I called him and although telephone calls were reaching a peak at that hour, I got through and he answered immediately. I wished him Happy New Year and Happy Birthday and wished him everything he deserved. He was in emotional overload and I could hear it in his voice. He was truly happy to hear me. Then I told him I had thought it over about the freezer and I accepted it.

• You are a great man, he said, and just the fact you accept my request tells me you're worth knowing. I love you more than I can say and we'll be in contact again!

I had no idea it would be the last time I would hear him. After that he never called again. He seemed to have put his feelings and emotions as well in a freezer. Every year since then, I have sent him a message for his birthday. Some years he sent back a "Thank you", some years I received a "Who is this? I don't recognize the number". I guess that those years it was not him reading the message, but his boyfriend.

It is over ten years now and even over twelve. I still think about him quite often. I just wonder where he is and what he does. Is he still with his boyfriend? Is he happy? Why doesn't he call?

This is a true story! And Daniel ... if you recognize yourself in this story, please, let me know how you're doing! I loved you in 2003 and I still love you today. Please, get in touch...

All comments welcome at amahy1957@gmail.com (especially for Daniel)