Time: 21:00 Monday, April 6, 1998
TWO DESTINED SOULS by natan10@hotmail.com
The stories which I write are not always true stories. Actually, they rarely are. They are entirely fictional. They grew out of a desire to put down in words many "fantasy dreams" which I have had. I am bisexual, married and white with two grown children. I love sex with a man and, in my real world, it is no stranger to me. My stories are intended for mature eyes only and are always based on male/male relationships. There is no violence, S&M, bondage, etc. in my works. If you liked the story, let me know. If you didn't like the story, I would also appreciate a note and an explanation why ... otherwise, I won't get anywhere, will I? Feel very free to write me anything you'd like. I look forward to hearing from anyone interested in responding to these stories. All I am trying to achieve in my writing is to make you feel good. Really good.
If you want to write me just to "get off", then do so. After all, this is why we exist and who we are. In my stories `condoms' do not exist. In our real world, condoms MUST exist. In our own personal fantasies, however, sex is idealized the way we would really like it to be -- raw skin and no rubber. But remember: Safe sex must be the only way!
natan10@hotmail.com TWO DESTINED SOULS by natan10@hotmail.com **** TWO DESTINED SOULS
"Hello?"
"Mike, it's Todd. Hi. I was wondering if you wanted to come out for a while and help me. I gotta go down to Sam's Hardware and pick up a few things and I know that you always have helped me in the past with this stuff. You know what a nit I am when it comes to hardware and fixing stuff and all."
"Well, Todd. Actually I was just goin' to go and take a shower and sit and relax for a while, but hey. No problem. Sure. I'll help ya out. What time?"
"Let's see. I've got to first get the kid's bench downstairs. My wife asked me to put a load of laundry in ... Mike? I'll pick you up at 3. OK?
"Sure. Gives me another hour or so to shower. See ya later, pal."
Mike and I have been friends now for only a few months. We had just moved from the city out to the hill country. We were tired of the way the city had become more and more crowded. It wasn't safe for our kids anymore. Hell. A change was good. My profession as a freelance graphic artist comes in handy anywhere I live. My wife had no problem getting a job. We were very happy we made the move. I met Mike at the local pub one night when my wife and I decided to be daring and go out for a drink. Mike had approached our table and introduced himself saying that he didn't recognize us as from the area and if we were new residents. From that moment on, we became friends and Sally, Mike's wife and Jean got along great too. Along with all the freedoms the town gave us and the fresh air was that the city gave me also Mike. I am a bisexual and found myself greatly attracted to Mike. Although I have the distinct impression that he is as straight as they come. He is the football coach at the local high and he is always `hangin' out with the guys at the pub. I am a little more shy than that, but I started to go to the pub frequently just to be near Mike. I have watched how he sometimes looks at me; however, the topic of our mutual attraction never entered into our conversations. All the same, there was definitely some sort of attraction between us.
I am not very active in my `alternate' sex life, but I am no stranger to it at all. I really enjoy being with the right guy. Enjoy is actually an understatement. There are times when I actually prefer to be with a guy. I love my wife and yet we have a wonderful relationship. Before we were married, I had explained to her my mixed sexual feelings and we continued nonetheless in our relationship. Ours is a very special relationship. We are both professionals and have our own lives and interests aside from our mutual family relationship.
With Mike, I had felt this attraction immediately. Even though there were times when he would be looking at me -- what I had felt was `checking me over' -- only once did I feel that he was actually attracted to me in the way which I was hoping, yet we did not discuss it. We broached the topic of male/male sex only once but it was referring to the gay bars in the city. And our wives were with us at the same time, so we were hampered a bit in our discussion. Even so, whenever we were together I would notice a bulge in his pants. I finished the laundry and it was nearing 3 so I decided to put my coat on and head on over to Mike's house. I arrived only a few minutes past our arranged time.
"Yo, Mike, are you ready"
"Sure, let's get outta here." We jumped in the car and headed off. Our conversation ran a normal day-to-day small talk course. But today, I noticed that Mike was a little different. His pants seemed tighter and he was wearing jeans of a sort that I had never seen him in before. He usually wears jeans of the highest quality. Today, his jeans were old Levi's, tattered and torn all over. The most interesting tear was in his crotch. The tear went from his lower inner thigh all the way up to his crotch.
"Mike? Why did you put on a pair of jeans with all of those tears. Those are usually what the kids wear today. Although I have to tell you that they look great on you."
"Look. I know that we are going to Sam's where all the lumber is and that place gets disgustingly dirty. So I wore pants to match. Didn't want to wear my good jeans and destroy them. Anyway, I feel sort of `free' in these." I noticed that while he was talking, his white briefs were peeking out a bit from his crotch tear and it looked like he was even semi-erect. We continued driving for a few minutes and then, all of a sudden, he put his hand down on his crotch and played with his briefs, apparently rearranging them.
"Guess I wore the wrong pair of jeans, Todd. I must've put on a little weight cause these are getting real uncomfortable in my groin. Do you mind if I unzip them a bit. Would you feel uncomfortable?"
"Me? Uncomfortable. Not on your life. Feel free to do whatever you want." I gazed over at Mike and gave him this fiendish grin. Actually, I was trying to make a point. Which I think he may have, to my sheer luck and excitement, understood. He unzipped his pants a bit and I couldn't help noticing that he definitely DID have a semi-erection. "I see that you didn't get your morning sex today. You look a bit excited, Mike." We stopped at a red light.
"Naw. Sally was great this morning. But she gave me the urge for more." He proceeded to play a little with his zipper and briefs. What was so unusual was that he was looking over at me the whole time. I had begun to shake a little. Anticipation. Excitement. God, I wanted Mike so much. He is not sort of like my dream man. He IS my type of dream man. I decided to do something which I had never done before. I took one hand off the steering wheel and lay it on my thigh. I decided to give him some sign. I rubbed my thigh a little in what was, what I though, was a very erotic manner. I wanted him to see so I exaggerated it a bit. It paid off. He was watching me.
"Ever done it with a guy, Todd? Did you ever go to summer camp and go off with the guys and jack? I used to do it all the time. Ya know ... in some sort of way ... it was really fun. We used to jack off into the center of the campfire and see who shot the furthest. Never thought of doin' it again as an adult. Wouldn't it be cool to do that sorta thing again." He slowly began to rub his own thigh. Except that his hand disappeared inside his torn pant leg and he was apparently rubbing his thigh and balls. We were moving again and we were nearing Sam's which is near the edge of the forest surrounding the town. I decided to go for it and turned off the main road. I turned into the dirt road which leads into the woods.
"Hey, man. Where ya goin'. Sam's is over back there."
"Ya know what, Mike. I decided to take you up on your hint. Let's go and have a jack-off contest. But we gotta get to the spot on the other side of the woods. It is a little more secluded. I wouldn't want our friends to see us as adults jackin off together." We both laughed at that. The car was slowly making its way on the dirt road that slowly went through the woods. I was totally shocked when, without warning, Mike's hand sort of roamed over the seat between us and he touched my leg while I was driving. Mike's hand moved over even more and went to my crotch. I was reeling with excitement. Could my fantasy be coming true. It happened all so naturally. I was ecstatic with joy. He was definitely making a move on me. He was massaging my thigh, very definitely doing what I thought he was doing. He definitely wanted me. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road. I moved my hand over the seat and onto his thigh.
"Todd. Ever since we met, you have made signs to me. Don't think that I didn't notice how you looked at me every time we were together. I felt something inside of me each and every time you would look that way. Well ... surprise of all surprises. I have been so fucking horny for you and didn't know exactly how to go about making signs at you. I guess you are much more comfortable with your feelings. I guess you don't realize that this is one of the first opportunities that we have been alone in the car in a situation like this. We almost always are in public when we are together. Now we are alone and away from everybody else. I was excited the whole 2 hours waiting for you to arrive."
With that, he leaned right over and unzipped my zipper. Mike pulled my cock out, which at this point was hard as a rock. "I want you to play with my cock, Mike. But please be careful. I'm driving. You don't want me to go off the road do you?" He took my cock in his hand and started to play with it. With his other hand he unzipped his own zipper and somehow got his cock out. His cock was exactly like mine! Hard as a rock and leaking precum like crazy. I grapped it and picked up the precum with my right hand and masssaged it into his shaft. I was even more surprised when he leaned over and somehow got his head under my right arm and put it right directly in my crotch. His mouth covered my cock. I jumped. The car veered only for a second and then I got back on track. He was making me feel like I hadn't felt in a long time. His mouth bobbed up and down on my shaft.
"Todd, I want to pull your pants down more. Keep driving but lift your body up a bit. I did so, and somehow he was able to get my pants down past my thighs. He put his arms under my butt and kept bobbing on my cock. "You taste so good, Todd. God how I have wanted to do this to you. I told him that I wanted more and more. "Only when you pull over and off the road, man. Then I'll give you exactly what you have been waiting for. Come on. Let's pull over and do this right."
We both were completely excited. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled the car over and turned off the engine. I didn't waste any time. I leant over and started to lick him. His precum was delicious and I knew that he was eating my own flowing precum.
"Oh, Mike! How much I have wanted this moment to happen. God I have wanted to suck your cock from the first time I saw you. I would lie in bed next to Jean after we had sex and then start to daydream about you. I was never able to cum twice in a span of an hour. But daydreaming about you, I was able to cum not only one more time ... but twice. I fantasized about you during the day. All the time. Oh, God, Mike please suck me. I want you so badly. And I want you to take me. I want to suck you. I want to feel your body next to mine. I want to finally put my arms around you like in my dreams and feel your chest. I want to lick you all over."
We quickly pulled our pants up, took the blanket lying on the back seat, got out of the car and headed over to the side. We threw the blanket down, very hastily pulled our clothes off and threw ourselves down on the blanket, quickly falling into an embrace. Our mouths met instantaneously and our tongues searched one another in one of the most exciting embraces I myself had ever been in.
"Todd! Oh Todd. Yes. I have wanted you equally as much."
Mike lay on his stomach and pickek his butt up off the ground a bit, exposing his beautiful pink hole to me. He was glorious. I immediately put my head down there and my tongue quickly flirted in and out and all around his manhole. He was writhing. He was moaning. "Todd, that feels so incredibly good," he said as he threw himself back over on his back and pulled me down for another quick kiss. He quickly got up on his knees and his mouth quickly covered my cock again. He was going at it like he hadn't had sex for a month. He was squirming all over the place. We got into a 69 position. Our pent-up emotions couldn't hold out. While we were both sucking on each other, we were able to somehow time ourselves, pacing our movements together and the rhythm was instinctive. Two souls who really needed and wanted this more than anything else at that exact moment. We climaxed ... each of us at the same time. He shot his load in my mouth as I shot mine in his. We moaned as we sucked the manjuice from each other. When we were done, we just lay there, spent. We didn't kiss. We just held each other. It only took another 15 minutes before we were ready for more. We didn't even have to promise each other that we would try to do this whenever we had the chance. We discovered that we were two sex buddies who were destined to meet. We both desired the same thing. Sex with each other. And the sex was phenomenal. We were able to make excuses and find ourselves in solitude with each other at least three times a week. We found each other after searching for years. Yes ... we became lovers. And yet, we remained as two couples who mutually enjoyed each other's company. The wives continued to shop together and joke. Mike and I helped each other with chores around our homes, the stuff that husbands do. The kids played together. We went out for picnics, movies ... and when we had the opportunity ... Mike and I went out for our own mutual `bonding'.
I really hope you liked what you have read. If you would like to read more, please write to me and tell me. I shall be happy to oblige. natan10@hotmail.com And don't be afraid to put your own fantasies and feelings down on paper. It just happens to be wonderful therapy! If you like, you can write your fantasy and send it off to me. I'd love to read it.