0 comments/ 15460 views/ 0 favorites Paul By: cattitude1965 I met Paul nearly a year ago. He's a very special man; not like anyone else I've ever met. He's handsome, charming, sexy, gentle and caring. He's incredibly intelligent and yet so down-to-earth and easy to talk to. He has a fabulous sense of humor. Nobody can make me laugh like he can. Never in my life have I felt as comfortable with anyone as I feel with him. When I'm with him, I am free to be who I really am. It has been years since I trusted anyone enough to share any of myself with them, especially a man. But with him, it's different. I was so drawn to him from the very first time I met him. I trust him completely. I can talk to him about anything. I know that, no matter what I tell him, he won't think any less of me. With him, I could live out all of my fantasies and I want to help him live out all of his. Okay, so I'm crazy about him. He tells me not to fixate on him. I know he's right, so I try not to think about him too much. That's pretty difficult though. There are so many places and everyday things that bring him to mind: that motel, this park, that special "toy" store, red convertible mustangs, peanut M&M's, crab dip, the Cleveland Indians. . .the list goes on and on. There's so much shit going on in my life right now that I succeed in keeping my mind off of him the majority of the day. . .of course, you only need 51% to make a "majority," right? Then I go to bed at night. Laying there in the dark, I close my eyes and I can see him just as clearly as if he's right there with me. The soft dark blonde hair, warm smile, slightly graying beard, and those eyes. . .oh, those eyes! Sometimes they look brown, sometimes they look hazel, but they're always gorgeous and incredibly sexy!! I spread my thighs slightly; in reality for my own probing, teasing fingers, but in my fantasy I open myself up for him: his fingers, his tongue, his hard dick. He's right there with me all night, in my dreams. Here's one of them: I sat quietly on the park bench, looking out over the water. It was lovely and peaceful here. I could almost forget all my troubles. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the warmth of the sun wash over my face. In my mind, I could see him sitting right next to me, smiling and talking. God, how I miss him! "I miss you. . ." I said, barely above a whisper. "Do you?" I heard a voice behind me say. I was startled. I thought I was alone here. I knew that voice! But it couldn't be him, could it? My eyes flew open and I turned to see him standing there, hands in pockets, wearing khaki shorts, a yellow t-shirt and a playful smile. In an instant I was in his arms. I held him tight, afraid that if I let go he would disappear before my eyes like a mirage. I clung to him, taking in his scent. Tears of joy slid slowly down my face. Before long, I was sobbing. "Hey, what's all this?" he said. "I thought I'd never see you again. . ." I said. "What are you doing here?" "I was in the neighborhood. . ." he said casually. "How long can you stay?" I asked. "I have all day for you." he replied. We sat on the bench for a while, catching up on what had been going on in our lives since we last saw each other. After a while, we decided to go for a drive. As I sat on the passenger side, I turned sideways in the seat so I could watch him as he drove. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked. "Just making a mental picture for later." I said. He smiled. "Do you want to get a room?" he asked. "Yes, more than you can imagine." I replied. As he stopped at a red light, he reached over and pulled my hand into his lap, placing on his crotch. I smiled when I felt his raging hard on. "Okay, maybe NOT more than you can imagine." I laughed. I continued to rub his hard cock through his shorts as he drove to a nearby motel. I was getting so wet at the thought of making love to him again! Finally, we were alone in the motel room. He locked the door behind us and stood watching me. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked. "Making a mental picture for later." he said. "Dont make fun of me. . ." I said in mock hurt. "I'd never do that." he said. He took me in his arms. I looked into his eyes and smiled. I did know he wouldn't do that. He kissed me gently, slipping his warm moist tongue between my lips. I moaned softly and sucked his tongue deeper into my mouth, barely able to contain my passion for him. I had missed him so much; now he was here and I wanted him so badly! We undressed each other and lay down together on the cool sheets. He looked down at me and I reached up to touch his face, still barely able to believe this was really happening. "You know I'll let you do anything you want to me." I said. "Really? Anything?" he asked. "Anything. . ." I said. He kissed and licked his way down my neck, over my breasts and down my smooth belly. I whimpered and spread my legs farther apart, knowing that he wanted to taste the sweet wetness between my thighs. He ran his tongue over my shaved mound and began kissing and licking the inside of my smooth thighs. "Please, taste me. . ." I begged. I didn't need to ask him twice. He licked up and down my soft wet slit. He traced circles around my hot pink lips and flicked his tongue across my already swollen clit. He slowly slid two fingers into my eager pussy and finger-fucked me while he sucked my clit. I moaned and whimpered, my hips humping up and down. I came hard, moaning and crying out his name. He slowly kissed and licked his way back up my body. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me passionately. The taste of my sweet cum on his lips drove me wild. I licked his lips greedily. He moved up the bed until he was straddling my face. I stroked his hard dick with my hand. I ran my tongue over his smooth balls, sucking each one into my mouth and sucking it gently. Then I took the head of his cock into my mouth and traced circles around it with my tongue. I kissed and licked up and down the shaft before finally sucking the whole length into my hot mouth. I began to stroke him with my mouth, sucking as hard as I could. He moaned out loud and leaned forward, grabbing the headboard. He started to pump his hips up and down, fucking my mouth. I sucked hard. He groaned as his hot cum shot down my throat. I swallowed most of it, but a little ran down my chin. He withdrew from my mouth and collapsed on the bed next to me. I scooped up the cum from my chin and looked at him as I licked it off my finger. We lay there, side by side, holding hands for a long time, catching our breath. He pulled on his t-shirt and shorts and went to his car. He came back a few minutes later with a small cooler. He pulled our a beer for himself and handed one to me. We drank quietly for a few minutes. Then he put his beer on the bedside table and took mine, placing it next to his. He turned over on his side and looked down at me. He touched my face, looking into my eyes, and kissed me softly. "You're incredibly soft." he said. I smiled at him, feeling myself blush a little. "I want you so much." I whispered. He ran his hand down my belly and began to massage my pussy with his fingers. I spread my thighs open and worked my hips in small circles. "MMmmmm. . .that feels so good. . ." I said softly. "Cum for me." he whispered. I moaned softly. Looking into his eyes, I told him that my pussy belonged to him. He massaged it with his fingers, increasing the pace gradually. I whimpered and moaning, beginning to pant. "Are you gonna cum for me?" he asked softly. "Yes. . .oh, yes. . ." I managed to say. And when my orgasm swept over me, I cried out, but never took my eyes from his. He brought his fingers to his lips and tasted my sweet cum. He knelt between my thighs, licking and kissing me, lapping up my juices. "I need you inside me now. . ." I begged. He positioned himself between my thighs. I reached down and grabbed his rock hard cock and guided it into my dripping cunt. I nearly came again as he slid it into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met his every stroke. He began to increase his pace and I pulled my legs up to give him more room. He began thrusting into me harder and faster. When I reached my climax, I threw my head back and closed my eyes. "Oh yes. . .Jesus, yes. . ." I cried. I could feel the muscles inside me squeezing him, milking his dick. With a final thrust, he cried out and I felt his hot cum filling me. We held tightly to each other as our orgasms took over our minds and bodies. Afterward, we lay there silently holding each other. REALITY: When I awoke from this dream, I felt sad; wishing this would really happen and knowing how unlikely that is. Still, some days I sit at that park, looking out over the water, and thinking about things. If I close my eyes, I can see him there next to me. I miss him incredibly. Paul Einige Momente lang stand ich unschluessig in der Menge, den schwarzen Samtriemen meiner kleinen Handtasche zwischen den Fingern. Ich wusste, Ally sah so noch juenger aus, ein bisschen verloren vielleicht, aber suess, in ihrer eigenen Welt. Wie ein Maedchen, das den Zipfel einer Schmusedecke in der Faust haelt und einfach dasteht. Dann riss ich mich zusammen, wandte mich zielstrebig und mit einem Laecheln, in das ich so viel Mysterie presste, wie es ging, in irgendeine Richtung, um mir etwas zu trinken zu holen. Mein Laecheln streifte Gesichter, fuer kurze Augenblicke Fremde, die ich wieder vergass, die mich wieder vergassen. Wie aus dem Nichts gelang es jemandem meinen Blick zu fesseln. Seine Augen, fest auf mich gerichtet, brachten mich zum Stehen. Ich verschluckte mich fast, dann aber waren es der Bass und der Qualm, die Atmosphere wahrgenommen durch die Augen eines Maedchens mit Alkohol im Blut, die siegten. Ich glaube, ich liess mir nichts anmerken. Ich sah ihn an, ehrlich und verschwiegen, wie ein Kind, das jemandem zuzwinkert, um ihm zu sagen, dass es weiss, dass sie beide es besser wissen als der Rest der Anwesenden. Er richtete sich aus seiner vorgelehnten Position auf und streifte mit der Handflaeche wie zufaellig den Stoff des Sofas neben ihm. Ich setzte mich, quetschte meine Handtasche in die kleine Luecke zwischen meinem Oberschenkel und der Armlehne, innerlich aufatmend, da ich ein Spielzeug haben wuerde, falls ich es brauchte. Er gab mir sein Glas, ohne ein Wort zu sagen und ich trank es in beinahe einem Zug, fest davon ueberzeugt, dass es mein einziger Ausweg aus der Angst vor Fremden war, die mich manchmal ueberkam. Sollte er gedacht haben, ich wuerde nur einen kleinen Schluck trinken und es ihm wiedergeben, liess er es sich nicht anmerken. Ich behielt das Glas auf meinem Schoss, in der rechten Hand. Er drehte sich zu mir, legte seinen Ellenbogen auf die Lehne. Ich fuehlte wie sich die schwere Hitze des Getraenkes in mir ausbreitete. Es begann tief im Bauch und wuchs und ich spuerte es von dort bis unter meine Haut rinnen. Ich hielt seinem Blick stand, ahmte unbewusst seine Bewegung nach und legte meinen Kopf in die Beuge meines Armes. „Mit wem bist du hier?" fragte er. Ich brach den magischen Ring, in dem wir uns befanden, indem ich mich aus ihm losriss und mein Glas auf den Boden stellte. Dann lehnte ich mich zurueck und sagte dabei „Valentin hat mich eingeladen." Er schwieg, eine Sekunde zu lang, gab sich einen Ruck, um sich vorzubeugen, das Glas aufzuheben, wobei er meinen Beinen sehr nahe kam, auch wenn er sie nicht streifte. Ich atmete, starrte auf seinen Ruecken, seine Schultern, als er aus einer Flasche eingoss, die auf einem niedrigen Tischchen vor uns gestanden hatte. Er liess sich wieder gegen die Lehne sinken, trank, sah mich an, fragte „Schlaefst du mit ihm." Es klang wie eine Feststellung, oder mehr noch wie eine Provokation. Ich beobachtete meine Hand, die ich auf meinem Oberschenkel zu einer Faust ballte, dann wieder oeffnete, mit gespreizten Fingern, strich ueber meinen Rock, als sei dieser zu hoch gerutscht, sagte „Mal sehen" und blickte zurueck in seine Augen. Wir starrten uns eine Weile an, dann musste ich innerlich lachen. Er merkte es, irgendwie, wir beide grinsten. Dann wurde er wieder ernst. „Wie heisst du?" „Ally.", sagte ich, als sei es ein Privileg. Gleich wuerde er mich fragen wie alt ich war. Nein, tat er nicht. „Wir sehen uns, Ally", sagte er auf ene Art und Weise, die ich mochte, die aber etwas seltsam Anzuegliches hatte. Er haette genauso gut mit seiner Hand ueber meine Huefte fahren und mir den Satz heiser ins Ohr fluestern koennen, ich war mir sicher, er haette es genauso gemeint. Ich schaute ihm hinterher und versuchte mich selbst zu entziffern. Valentin tauchte wieder auf, erspaehte Ally auf dem Sofa, liess sich neben sie fallen, zog sie mit festem Griff naeher zu sich ran. „Hast du Spass?" fragte er mich, sein Gesicht wenige Zentimeter von meinem entfernt. Ich nickte, er strich meine Haare zur Seite und kuesste meinen Hals. Dann kuesste er meine Haut allgemein, meine blossen Schultern, mein Kinn, meine Lippen. Ich draengte mich gegen ihn, als er seine Zunge in meinen Mund schob, oeffnete die Beine ein bisschen, als seine Hand ueber meine Oberschenkel nach oben wanderte, unter meinem Rock. Natuerlich schlief ich mit ihm. Wir zogen uns an, vor der Tuer hielt er kurz inne, um mich zu kuessen, dann oeffnete er sie und wir mischten uns wieder unter die anderen Lebenden. Das heisst, er tat es. Ally holte ihre Tasche, die unbemerkt noch immer auf dem Sofa lag und bahnte sich einen Weg nach draussen. Es war angenehm kuehl und regnete. Der Geruch nach Feuchtigkeit und die sanften Tropfen holten mich schnell in die Realitaet zurueck. Ich fuehlte nach, ob ich verletzt war, aber das war ich nicht. Auch nicht traurig. Die Dunkelheit hatte etwas Enthuellendes, ich hatte das Gefuehl, all meine Gedanken seien klar, als habe jemand jahrhundertealte verstaubte Spinnweben daraus weggewischt. Ich hatte ein Ziel erreicht. So zu sein wie ein Junge. Seit ich ganz klein war hatte ich es mir gewuenscht. Dann hatte ich es vergessen. Nach meinem ersten Mal war es zurueckgekommen. Ich wollte einer von ihnen sein, kommen und gehen wie ich wollte, ohne mich jemals tief zu verlieben. In diesem Moment hatte ich das Gefuehl es geschafft zu haben. Denn ich wollte nicht mehr von Valentin als er von mir. Ich hatte ihn von Anfang an durchschaut, hatte mich nicht Illusionen hingegeben, hatte mit ihm geschlafen und wuerde keinen weiteren Gedanken an ihn verschwenden. Er sah verdammt gut aus, es fuehlte sich gut an, von ihm gewollt zu werden. Aber ich bildete mir nicht ein, ich koenne ihn ganz fuer mich allein haben oder ganz mit ihm gluecklich sein. Auch ich wollte mehr als nur ihn. Aber aus einem anderen Grund. Alles was mich an Valentin interessierte, war rein koerperlich. Doch das reichte mir nicht. Als der Junge, der ich sein wollte, genuegte es mir. Als dieser verschwendete ich keinen weiteren Gedanken an ihn. Als das Maedchen, das ich war, war es nicht genug. Aber ich hatte viel zu oft die Erfahrung gemacht, dass es unmoeglich war, Leute zu aendern und dass man sich frueher oder spaeter zutiefst ungluecklich macht, wenn man versucht, Leute anders zu sehen, als sie sind. Ich hatte gelernt, dass man von Menschen nur das nehmen kann, was sie zu geben bereit sind. Versucht man ihnen mehr zu entwenden, bekommen sie Angst oder werden wuetend, verletzen einen oder suchen das Weite. Als ich auf mein Handy sah, war es vier. Ich ueberlegte, ob ich gehen sollte, aber etwas in mir straeubte sich gegen den Gedanken, allein nach Hause zu fahren und dort einsam in meinem Bett einzuschlafen. Ich wusste, so wuerde es sich anfuehlen, wenn ich jetzt ging. Ich weiss nicht, ob ich mir etwas davon versprach zu bleiben, jedenfalls kehrte ich zurueck nach drinnen und versuchte mich mit der Waerme und dem summenden Laerm zu vereinen, mich dazugehoerig zu fuehlen. Es war leichter, weil ich schlaefrig war. Die Wirkung des Alkohols und die Wirkung Valentins hatte nachgelassen. Ich sehnte mich nur noch nach einem Gespraech oder nach einem bisschen ausgefuelltem Schweigen ueber einem Glas irgendwas, das ich in winzigen Schluecken trinken wuerde, damit es solange hielt, wie es ging. „Komm her", sagte jemand und winkte mich zu sich rueber. Ich setzte mich zu ihm und zu ein paar anderen, erleichtert, dass ich nicht allein sein wuerde, sollte Valentin mich sehen. „Bist du die, die neulich zum Militaer wollte?" fragte er und grinste. Die anderen schauten zu uns rueber und hofften auf ein Gespraech, irgendetwas interessantes ueber die kleine, die grade aufgetaucht war. „Hm, ja", sagte ich kurz angebunden, streckte meine Beine aus und legte einen Fuss ueber den anderen. Zwei Jungs lachten. „Wieso denn? Einfach so?" Der neben mir sagte, Valentin habe gesagt, ich wolle mir etwas beweisen. „Stimmt das?" meinte der andere. Ich nickte und dachte intensiv ueber einen Themawechsel nach. Mir fiel nichts ein. Jemand reichte mir eine Flasche. Ich nahm einen kleinen Schluck und behielt sie in der Hand. „Kennst du Paul?" fragte mich ein blonder mit hochgekraempeltem Hemd. „Ja, tut sie", meinte einer mit einem schwarzen Shirt fuer mich. „Nein...", sagte ich. Das schwarze T-shirt drehte sich zu mir um. „Doch, tust du. Du hast vorhin mit ihm geredet. Auf dem Sofa dahinten." „Oh", machte ich. Ich hatte vergessen gehabt, dass ich seinen Namen nicht wusste. „Jedenfalls ist er nur hier, weil er mal beim Bund war, aber er hat einfach so aufgehoert vor drei Wochen oder so. Ziemliche Lusche, wuerde ich sagen, halt dich mal lieber an Valentin.", beendete der erste seine Aussage. „ksch", machte jemand. „Solltest du was Festes suchen, dann halt dich lieber an keinen von den beiden." „Wieso sollte sie was Festes suchen?" „Ne, stimmt", meinte der mit dem Hemd, „Maedchen wie du wollen immer was Festes. Oder?" Alle Blicke auf Ally, Ally zuckte die Schultern und sah sich nicht genoetigt irgendetwas zu sagen. „Wie alt bist du eigentlich, em... hm? Wie heisst du?" „Vierzehn", meinte jemand, die Jungs lachen. „Ne, mal ernsthaft", meint der mit dem Hemd. „Siehst so aus wie vierzehn." „Jetzt lass die kleine in Ruhe", meint der Typ neben mir. „Antwort?" bohrt der andere nach. Ally liebt es. Sie hat die volle Aufmerksamkeit und es fragt keiner mehr nach der Militaergeschichte. „Ally,", sagt sie. „Neunzehn." Sie wird angelaechelt, angegrinst, ihr werden Haende gereicht, starke, warme Haende, ihr werden Namen gesagt. Ein Typ kommt dazu, quetscht sich in die Mitte des Stuhlkreises, wackelt mit der Huefte, klopft Denni oder so auf die Schulter, nimmt Allys Flasche und trinkt. „Wo ist Paul?" sagt Andi neben ihr und grinst sie dabei an, als haette sie diesen gepachtet. „Der ist rausgegangen." „Na los", wird sie aufgefordert. „Geh zu ihm." Hat Ally komisch geguckt oder was? Wieso denken die sie will zu ihm? „Was habt ihr denn alle mit ihr und Paul?" verteidigt sie der, bei dem sie glaubt, dass er gesagt hat, sein Name waere Denni. „Die beiden kennen sich doch garnicht." „Ihm ist schlecht", meint der Typ, der sich mittlerweile bei jemandem auf den Schoss gesetzt hat. „Geh mal nach ihm gucken, Maedchen." „Was, kotzt er?" Die Neuigkeit scheint allgemein eher Belustigung zu verursachen. Ally steht auf. Sie kriegt zustimmendes Groelen als Antwort. „Na los, geh mal zu ihm." Sie dreht sich tatsaechlich um und entfernt sich von ihnen, auf dem Weg zum Ausgang. Jemand bruellt ihr was hinterher. Die anderen lachen. Betrunken, anzueglich, eigentlich ganz lustig. Sie war der Mittelpunkt. Vielleicht will sie tatsaechlich nachschauen gehen, wie es Paul geht. Jedenfalls verlaesst sie die Party, sieht sich draussen nach ihm um. Sie muss nicht lange suchen. Er hockt auf dem Boden neben dem Weg, vornuebergebeugt, den Kopf auf die Arme gestuetzt. Es geht ihm nicht gut, das kann sie sehen. Er blickt nicht auf, erst als sie sich neben ihn kauert und ihm die Hand auf sein durchgeschwitztes Hemd zwischen die Schulterblaetter legt. „Was machst du hier, Kleine", bringt er hervor. Auch wenn Abweisung in den Worten steckt, wie er es sagt klingt es eher besorgt. So wie Jimmy in 8Mile, als sein kleines Maedchen nicht geht, als er geschlagen wird. Sie ist Hailie. Sie ist die einzige, die noch zu ihm haelt, die nicht drinnen ueber ihn lacht. Aber Maedchen sind immer so, denkt sie. Jedes andere Maedchen wuerde auch hier knien. Dann wird ihm wieder schlecht, er schubst sie mit dem Ellenbogen zur Seite, muss sich erbrechen, kann nicht. „Geh weg", keucht er. „Nein", sagt sie, haelt ihn fest. „Es ist okay. Du brauchst dich nicht zu schaemen." Er sagt nichts mehr. Er muss wuergen. Ally sieht Traenen in seinen Augen. „Mir ist so schlecht", bringt er hervor. „Ich weiss", sagt Ally, wie zu einem Kind. Dann ueberkommt ihn eine neue Welle unertraeglicher Uebelkeit und er uebergibt sich. Ally haelt ihn fest, sie weicht nicht von ihm, sie sagt ihm, sie ist hier. Ich bin hier, ich bin hier. Es geht vorbei. „Ich weiss", sagt er. Er bleibt ein bisschen auf den Knien, dann rappelt er sich auf, sinkt wieder in sich zusammen, uebergibt sich noch einmal. Er steht auf, etwas zitternd, noch immer verschwitzt, gibt ihr so etwas wie ein Laecheln. Ally lacht leise und warm, fuer ihn, ohne Grund. Er auch. Sie zieht ihn hinter sich her ins Bad, sieht ihm zu, wie er sich mit den HaendenWasser ins Gesicht klatscht, wie er Wasser in den Mund nimmt, ausspuckt, trinkt, verlaesst sich auf weibliche Intuition und findet irgendwo ein Handtuch, das nicht benutzt ist. Er wischt sich damit ueber sein Gesicht und trocknet sich die Haende. „Ich hab einen Tumor", sagt er ohne Vorbereitung. Ally schweigt. Er starrt sie an, sie starrt ihn an. „Was?" fragt sie. „Hast richtig gehoert", meint er und macht ein paar Schritte auf die Tuer zu. Sie haelt ihn auf. „Die wissen das nicht, oder", fragt sie. „Sollen sie auch nicht", sagt er, wendet sich ihr wieder zu. „Mir war auch glaube ich nicht deswegen schlecht. Aber ich sterbe bald. Er ist zu gross." Ally kann nicht sagen warum, aber sie weiss, sie ist eine der wenigen, die es weiss. Irgendetwas beginnt in ihr zu gluehen, zu brennen, auch wenn es sie schockt, was er sagt. Sie sagt nichts. Nimmt seine Hand, drueckt sie gegen seinen Bauch, laesst sie wieder los. Er laesst sie gewaehren. Er hat sich soweit wieder unter Kontrolle. „Sehen wir uns wieder?" fragt er, bevor sie beide das Bad verlassen und Ally nach Hause faehrt. Ich krame nach einem Filzstift und schreibe ihm meine Nummer auf den Arm, ganz unsicher ploetzlich, ohne ein Wort. Ich weiss, dass er mich anrufen wird. Wie es weitergehen wird, weiss ich nicht. Ich weiss auch, dass ich mir kurze Zeit spaeter nicht mehr sicher sein werde, ob es weitergeht, ob er mich wirklich anruft. Aber hier, jetzt, weiss ich es. Ohne ein Wort drueckt Ally seinen Arm und geht. Sie spuert noch lange seine Hand, die einen Moment schwer auf ihrer Huefte gelegen hat, als sie die Tuer oeffnete. So als habe seine Waerme, seine Staerke dort einen Abdruck hinterlassen. Paul Paul. Paul was a guy's guy. Nice body, one fantastic kisser, and the perfect cock - not too big, not too small, and not to fat. Not to leave out that he was a fantastic caring lover. And, all of this packaged in a beautiful body. Nope, he wasn't Mr. Six-pack Abs; he was just good looking, and not so much as to be intimidating either. Ah... the times we spent together. Just thinking about him is enough to get me hard. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't all sex, he was the best friend a guy could have. I could talk to him about anything, he wasn't judgmental, and he told nobody nuttin'! Yea, a friend who could keep his mouth shut. Now there's a rare item - all of him I mean. What a package. The sex with him was fantastic. We were what you might call cuddling oralists. Yea, we loved to kiss and cuddle and were into oral sex. Oh, we did the anal thing now and then too; me topping him or he would top me, but mostly we just loved to suck each other off. He was into sales and traveled a lot and I owned a small restaurant. Between his job and the demands of my small restaurant, our times together were limited. What happened to Paul? Well, basically, life and reality got in the way - a little. I had been busting my ass to make the restaurant a success and Paul was doing the same thing to get promoted and have other sales people work for him. You might say we were a little too career oriented to give it all up and be poor (like fuckin' dirt poor) and be together. It was a good relationship, but we weren't ready to eat nothing but beans and shop at thrift stores to survive and be together. Eventually he got transferred to Seattle. Give each other up? Ha! Not fuckin' likely! Do we still see each other? You bet your stiff sweet dick we do! Ya might say it's just a bit of a distance relationship. Either he flies into Denver or I fly up to Seattle to see him. But, when we get together, it is hot! Take the time I'm thinking of right now; it was about a month ago. I'm getting stiff just thinking about it. Paul flew into Denver one morning for a sales meeting. Unfortunately it wasn't an over-nighter - I just love waking up cuddling next to Paul and have him spoon me in the morning! Anyway, he had to leave on a flight for Seattle about eleven that evening and be back in the office bright and early the next morning. As soon as his meeting was over, he came by my restaurant. We slipped out back and took my car. As soon as we were in the car, he planted a nice hot wet kiss on me that got me hard right then! I wanted to tear my clothes off and have at him right then and there in the parking lot - but, I behaved myself, difficult as that was. We dove the few blocks to my house. Once we were in the house it was another matter - we were all over each other. One more of his hot deep kisses and I was hard all over again, and judging from the bulge in his pants, he was pretty horny himself. We parted and just about ripped our clothes off as we headed for my bedroom. We caught up a little on our lives as we stripped and got on the bed, but then it was down to something we both had in mind - sex! We quickly slipped into something we usually do when we are this hot, a 69 position on our sides. I wanted his hard cock in my mouth and I just about shot my load when he took mine into his hot wet mouth, and I don't mean he just put some of it in his mouth, he had me tickling his tonsils in seconds. I simply can't describe how - how incredibly sexy - that felt. I went to work on Paul's marvelous cock too, taking just about all of it into my mouth and giving him the best blowjob I possibly could. And those nuts of his - I couldn't keep my hands off of them! They were so big and sexy and hung down so nice and low. I was very busy fondling them as I sucked on him. I could feel his cock-head swelling as I worked on him. I was really concentrating on making Paul feel good and cum in my mouth - because I was about to loose my load in his mouth! Paul was doing a fantastic job on my cock. He had one of those sort of raspy tongues that can really get you off fast, and he knew how to use it too. He was busy massaging my nuts and getting my cock so very close to cumming. Finally as I was really close, and I was pretty sure he was about to blow his load into my waiting mouth, he let my hard dick slide out of his mouth and said "How about we flip for who gets to get off first?' "Sure," I said, letting go of his private parts. I grabbed a coin off of my night stand. "Here, flip it." I often drop the damn things so I usually let him toss the coin. Yea, we hardly ever try to get off together - it's just much sexier to really enjoy making the other cum and not be distracted by cumming at the same time. We get close really close with the 69 thing and then do this silly ritual coin-toss thing. Paul took the coin and flipped it. He caught it with his right hand and slapped it over onto the back of his left hand. "Call it," he said grinning. "Heads." He removed his right hand. It was tails - he got to make me cum first. I sat up on the bed with my feet under my ass and my knees apart. Paul lay on his stomach and moved to my crotch. One hand lovingly stroked my hard swollen cock and the other started massaging my aching nuts. I had a great view of that hot, tight, sexy little butt of his. This is my favorite way to get off. "Now, cum to papa," he said just before taking my cock into his mouth again. Yea, I was going to cum all right, and with his raspy tongue now working over the underside of my cock head, it wasn't going to be long either. Up and down he started going, with his tongue working over the underside of my hard cock and the swollen head. God I love the feeling of his tongue on my cock. I knew I wasn't going to last long and wasn't going to try. Paul wrapped his first finger and thumb around my scrotum and pulled down on my nuts a little, making me take longer to get ready to unload in his mouth - and he knows I love it when he does that. His tongue now pressed harder against the underside of my cock head as he wiggled it back and forth. He had my nuts in his hand and was making them feel so good - one short step from real pain, but not quite - it felt so good. It wasn't really slowing me down. "I'm gonna cum!" I nearly shouted. "That feels so fuckin' great I can't stop! I'm going to cum for you, right in your hot mouth!" My legs were shaking. Seconds later I unloaded the first of I don't know how many thick spurts into Paul's mouth and down his throat. I was now bent over him and shaking as I shot thick spurt after spurt of hot cum into his beautiful mouth. It was one of those fantastic cums that last and lasts as I completely unloaded every last drop of my fresh hot semen into his mouth. By the time my orgasm was over, I was absolutely and completely drained - there wasn't one last drop of cum left inside of me - I had given Paul all I had. I collapsed back onto the bed, my feet still tucked up under my ass - and my dick still in his mouth. "Oh God that was great!" I groaned. "So fuckin' great." "Glad you liked it," he said, finally letting my now slightly softened dick slip out of his mouth. It was still hard enough that it flipped up against my belly with a wet slapping sound. "You taste great." "My dick or my cum?" I asked with a bit of a laugh. "Both!" "Well, now it's my turn at you," I said finally getting ready to service my lover. "Man have I got a load for you," he said getting off of the bed. Paul liked his blowjobs standing - another reason we rarely got each other off in the classic 69 position. I moved over to the edge of the bed and sat there as Paul moved in close in front of me, his sexy hard dick pointing right at my mouth - that little pee hole, okay, cum hole - pointing right at my mouth. Pointing at where he wanted to unload a lot of his hot sweet cum. Paul has a very mild sweet tasting cum - much better tasting that anyone else's I have ever tasted. No, I would want a glass of the stuff, but it sure wasn't hard to swallow his loads. And now, I was going to suck every last drop of it out of him. "Suck away lover," he said softly. "Lord have I got a load for you." "I hope so," I said just before taking his beautiful cock back into my mouth. Now, like had had done with me, I could use my tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock head. I would deep throat him a time or two and then spend a few seconds with little more than his large swollen cock head in my mouth with my tongue caressing the very sensitive underside of it. One hand was on his shapely ass, holding him to me - like he was actually going to go somewhere - and the other was holding his large nuts like he had held mine. I pulled down on those big boys and squeezed them a little - a little more than he had mine as he liked it that way. I could feel his cock get just a little harder and swell ever so little more. I knew he was close. "Oh yea, just like that," he groaned. "Maybe just a little harder." I tightened my grip on his sexy nuts a little more and pulled down a little more. He was a little more into this kind of pain than I was, not that I was exactly squeezing all that hard. "Yea... like that." I kept on sucking on that marvelous cock, knowing that any second I was going to get a mouthful of his wonderfully sweet sperm. His legs started to shake. I knew he was so close. Not more than a minute later my lover gave me my reward for my work. "I'm...I'm...oh yea...I'm coming!" he nearly screamed. His body went stiff and he thrust his hard cock forward and deeper into my mouth as that first jet of his sperm shot out of his hard dick. Thick gushing spurt after spurt of it shot into my waiting mouth. I swallowed and swallowed and kept right on sucking and working on that marvelous cock head with my tongue. I tightened my grip on his nuts and pulled down ever so slightly more. He groaned and kept on unloading that sweet cum into my mouth. It was like he had one orgasm and then immediately had another. Pretty soon he was groaning, his cock was throbbing, and there was nothing coming out - I had drained him! "Oh God that was great," he said finally and backed up, taking his now softening dick out of my mouth. "That was so fucking good." He turned and sat on the edge of the bed next to me, too exhausted to stay standing. "You taste great," I said, swallowing the last little bit of his stuff. I made him something to eat, we talked for what seemed like forever, and sadly, he finally had to go. One of these days I just may sell off that restaurant and move to Seattle to be with him. I don't know what I'll do for money, but there are times like this when beans and thrift stores are starting to look very appealing. ------------------------------------- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by Art Kautz unless otherwise explicitly indicated. This work has NOT been released into the public domain. © Copyright by Art Kautz, December, 2005 Paul We've been chatting online for years. I want to meet him so badly... I can't actually believe that you're finally coming for a visit. After talking and joking about it for years, although it has been a lot more frequent recently, you're finally here. I really don't think I can wait much longer, I want you so badly. I'm meeting you at a bar near my house, we both know what each other looks like, but I still want to dress up for you, make you want me even more. I know you love my ass, the amount of times I've watched you touch yourself while looking at a picture of it I can't even count anymore, but it turns me on no end. So I wear a red dress, its tight on my ass, pencil cut, with a square neckline, that shows just a hint of cleavage. I have my long dark brown hair down and loose, it falls past my shoulders. My eyeliner is flicked out at the corners, highlighting my big, bright green eyes. My skin looks more tanned than usual, which I think is down to the red dress. I slip on some black patent leather stilettos and I'm ready to go. I spot you straight away as I walk into the bar. It's crowded but you're sitting in the far corner in a little booth away from everyone. You hold my eye as I walk across the room, but I head for the bar instead and order a large white wine and a beer for you. I carry them both over to you. You stand as I approach you stand. There's an awkward moment where neither of us know what to do, we've never met up with someone online before. I look up at you, even with my heels on you're taller than me. I smile nervously and bite my lip; you smile back at me and give me a hug, your hands sliding over my back leaves tingles across my skin. I wrap my arms around your neck. As we pull back you smile at me 'So you're actually here.' I say, dying to kiss you and I can see the twinkle in your dark blue eyes as you flick your eyes over me. You give me a kiss on the cheek and murmur in my ear 'I'm actually here'. Your breath on my neck is almost enough to make me moan. And that's when I know that you're not going to give in to me that easily. You're going to spend all night teasing me, not letting me touch you. We sit, I slide in the little booth first and you're in next to me, blocking my way out. Not that I mind, I can't think of any reason why I would want to leave. As I look over at you, your blonde hair pushed back out of your eyes, your broad shoulders, muscular, tanned arms and strong, large hands round your pint, I'm not surprised to realise I'm a little wet. We start to chat, about nothing really. We already know so much about each other, little things like how your drive up was, how long it took you. By now I'm on my second glass of wine and I'm feeling much more confident; we're sitting closer together, our thighs touching, I'm leaning into you more now, occasionally grazing your thigh with my hand. You get up to buy us another drink and when you come back there's something different about you. You carry on talking about nothing, but you hand has strayed to the tip of my thigh. You leave it there a while, just stroking my soft skin. I'm finding it hard to concentrate properly, this is the first time you've touched me since the hug. I know that I am a lot more than just a little wet now. Your hand slides round, now stroking my inner thigh. Your fingertips tiptoe up my thigh. I stare up at you; my eyes wide, mouth open as your fingers find the sheer lace of my panties and drag your fingers up and down. You smile slightly and I know you can feel my wetness seeping out. You gaze back into my eyes, 'something wrong?' 'I, uh, no?' 'Good,' You smile. 'Have you had anything to eat? I'm quite hungry I didn't really get a chance to eat anything on the drive down.' I still can't really answer as your fingers slip under the side of the lace and slip into the folds of my hot wetness. I gasp as your finger runs over my swollen clit. You circle round, increasing the pressure and speed, all the while talking to me. I know you want me to pretend it's not happening and carry on talking but I can't. I can feel it building up I want to wildly buck my hips against your hand, make you go faster and harder but I can't. Instead you slow down, lazily rolling my clit between your fingers. You're still gazing into my eyes running on about something but I have no idea what, all I want to do it come. I start squirming around in the seat, making your finger run over me quicker. You smile at me as I whimper a little and push harder onto you. But you're pulling away, sliding out of my panties and I groan in frustration. I'm hornier than ever now, and I watch you run your finger that is glistening in the light with my juice down my thigh and raise it to your lips, sucking it all off. Its then that you lean down and press your lips against mine, softly kissing me. I run my tongue along your lower lip and you push your tongue into my mouth, roughly now, sliding it against mine, I can taste myself on you, as seemed to be your intention. You suck my tongue and suck on lip bottom lip, biting gently. Your hand is in my hair and you're pulling it gently. I moan into your mouth, now aggressively kissing you as your tongue assaults mine. You pull away, get up and put your coat on. 'Come on,' I compose myself, which isn't easy as all I want to do is pull you back down and climb on your lap. My nipples are rock hard against the lace of my bra and every time I move they stroke against it, causing small waves of pleasure to pass through me. 'Where are we going?' You eyes flash and I know that I'm going to enjoy whatever you have planned. I get up, standing next to you. Almost automatically your hand reaches round to give my firm ass a squeeze. I walk in front of you to the exit, giving my ass an extra wiggle, I know that you're eyes are glued to it. Outside I run my tongue over my lip and ask where we're going now. You take hold of my hand, keeping the contact between us, gently tracing patterns with your thumb. We walk up the road heading towards a club. Half way up you spot an alley way, which you pull me down. You push me up against a wall in the dark as you kiss me again. Roughly you thrust your tongue in my mouth as our lips crash together, my fingers in your hair pull softly. You hands move from my ass, to my waist, slide teasingly up my sides to my breasts. You stroke them, give a quick squeeze, your fingertips run from my jaw line, down my throat, causing me to let out a small groan, over my chest and roughly pull the front of my dress down, exposing my large breasts to you, my dark pink nipples poking out. You run a thumb over them through the thin material of my bra. I arch my back and moan for more, my hips grinding against you I can feel how hard you are and I rub myself against it. You lower your mouth to my left nipple and suck. Your warm mouth over them feels so good as your tongue flicks over I can't suppress the loud moans and gasps that come from my mouth. 'Oh Paul...' I moan as you move over to the right one. I slip my hand down your body, rubbing over your crotch, feeling you harden even more under my touch. 'Oh God, I want you so badly' I sigh as my hand finds its way into your jeans. This seems to snap you out of it. One last kiss to my cleavage and you pull my dress back up over my breasts and remove my hand from your pants. 'Not yet.' You kiss me chastely on the lips, the complete opposite of how we had just been kissing. Once again you take my hand and lead me up the road towards the club. As we queue up to get in we laugh and joke together. I'm more than a little drunk now, but that has nothing to do with how much I want you. I cannot wait to get home and undress you. My mind if full of your gorgeous cock and all the things I would like to do with it. Just your presence is keeping me wet. No one has ever turned me on the way you are now. Once we get in we have a round of sambuca and more drinks. There is no point even bothering to talk in here. It's packed, bodies pressed tightly together, the loud bass vibrating through everyone as the crowd moves together to the beat of the music. You take advantage of this, sliding your hand up my thigh again and quickly slip a finger into my still soaked, hot pussy. I gasp at the suddenness of it, your finger stroking against me, your thumb on my clit rubbing little circles as my thighs tremble. I can feel the pressure building up in the bottom of my stomach again and forget where I am and just enjoy the delicious feeling of it all. Just as quickly you remove your index finger from me, and I immediately feel the loss of it filling up my hungry pussy. I hold your finger up to me and I poke out my tongue and lick up your index finger before sucking it in to my mouth and swirling my tongue around, cleaning it, looking into your eyes. You pull your finger from my mouth and I make a 'pop' noise. You turn me round and push me in the direction of the dance floor, giving my ass a quick slap. I look at you over my shoulder and throw you a dirty smile. We push our way to the side of the dance floor. I stand in front of you, my back to you and your hands go to my hips as you pull me closer to you. I start to roll my body against you, grinding my ass into your crotch. I love feeling you hard and poking into me. I press harder and your hands move from my hips, over my stomach, your fingers spread, dragging some of the material of my dress up with you, over my tits, pressing them together and stroking, up over my neck to my cheek, as your other hand travels back down to my stomach. You turn my face to yours and kiss me. Its gentle this time, the longing is still there, but you're softly twirling your tongue over mine, sucking on my tongue. My body tingles all over from where you've touched me. I need to have you soon. I don't know how much longer I can take it. Your suck my lip again and moan in to your mouth once more. 'Please. Take me home and fuck me senseless.' I moan in to your ear, biting on your earlobe and sucking. It's your turn to moan now as I press against your rock hard cock with my ass, grinding onto it, my hands on your thighs. 'Oh baby' you breathe. I turn to face you, one leg either side of yours, I tilt my head up and kiss you softly, our tongues softly playing with each other. My hand finds the large, throbbing bulge in your jeans and I wrap my hand around it through your jeans, rubbing up and down. I'm rubbing my pussy on your thigh in time to the music trying to get myself off as well. One of your hands is on my ass, rubbing and spanking lightly, the other in my hair, stroking and pulling. I don't know how long we stay like that, but it seems like forever, unaware of everyone around us, glued to each other. I really don't think I can take much more. I pull away from you, one hand cupping your cheek as I look up pleading into your eyes. You pull my nipples gently and kiss me once more, kissing down my neck, nipping with your teeth and sucking down my throat knowing that it will drive me crazy. You look up at me and take my hand, leading me out of the club. It's about a ten minute walk back to my house and we're practically running, our hands all over each other, the straps of my dress are pulled down before we're even on the doorstep. I open the door and you push me through, then push me back against the door. You sink to your knees and pull my dress up over my hips. You lick over my panties a few times, your hot breath on me driving me crazy, the material separating your tongue from me frustrating me so much. You look up at me and hold my eye as you pull the thin lace off with your teeth. You push them down my thighs and I step out of them. You stoke up and down my pussy with your tongue, burying it in deep as I moan and grind my hips to your face. You suck my clit into your mouth and flick it with your tongue. Slowly you drag your tongue back down and thrust it in me as far as it will go, you're swirling it around, fucking me with your tongue. I'm moaning loudly now, pulling your hair, holding you to my face, grinding onto you. Your whole face is wet with my juice as you lap it up, making me moan and buck. I get that familiar feeling and I know it's not going to take much longer. Its building up and as you dive in and out of my hot hole faster and faster, rubbing my clit with your thumb I let out moans and groans, 'fuck, faster, I'm going to...Oh god...don't stop...' I am lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I feel nothing but pleasure, waves and waves of pleasure, so good I think I might cry, I let out a yelp as I come and get the release I've been waiting for. I hold you to me, and you keep your tongue on my clit, just tickling me as the orgasm subsides. You lick up and down my pussy and thighs, cleaning me up before you stand up and kiss me. I can taste myself on your tongue, much stronger this time, sort of sweet and musky. You take the rest of my dress off as I pull your jeans down, then your boxers, guiding you over to the sofa. You sit down and I get straight to my knees. I lick up your thighs, wanting to tease you like you have teased me, but also wanting your cock in me. The latter urge was stronger. Flicking my tongue over your inner thighs I can't restrain myself any longer. I've waited two years for this, now you're here I can't wait any longer. Besides, we have all weekend for teasing. I run my tongue over your balls, kissing them, sucking them into your mouth one by one. I lick up the underside of your rock hard cock. You let out a hiss as I suck my way up. I get to your head, kissing the tip I circle my tongue around, then suck it into my mouth, rubbing with my tongue I taste your salty pre-come dribbling out. I suck it up, my tongue still swirling round as I increase the pressure. Inch by inch I slide my warm, wet mouth down your cock, looking up into your eyes. My nose presses against your stomach and my tongue reaches out to lap at your balls, I suck harder and move my lips up and down on your shaft, sucking hard as you moan and pull at my hair. Ooh I love that. It feels so good, I suck harder and you let out a louder noise and pull my head back. You grab me, pulling me to my feet, wearing just my black stilettos you bend me over the table and drive your cock into me. I let out a loud moan as you enter me and hold still in me. I pull away and then dive back on to you, spearing you into me. You grab my hips and start thrusting into me, pulling me harder and harder onto your hot rod, you spank me once and run a hand along my body to my hair, knotting it in and pulling it. You're close, I can tell as I reach round and play with your balls, massaging them softly as you grunt, thrusting even faster. I'm panting and moaning, calling your name as impossibly you thrust even harder and faster. I feel you slam into me one last time as you pull my hair so that I'm standing up, pull my face round to you and kiss me as you come into my pussy, load after load, I milk you dry.