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Surrender


The following is a work of fiction with an underlying fantasy involved. This
story may only be reproduced with the written consent of the author. For
permission, please e-mail the author at rock_n_write@hotmail.com

Surrender

My name is Raymond. I've generally led a pretty sedentary life, but like Paul
on the road to Damascus, even I have had the human experience of an epiphany,
that second in time when the mind explodes in revelation of something new and
unfounded. For Paul, it was a realization of spirituality. For Raymond Barker,
it was my first homosexual experience.

And it was every bit as beautiful.

I never thought of myself as gay, never having had shared the experience of
coming with another man. This particular day began as a typical one. I had the
day off of work and I took the free time to grab a good book and head to my
favorite coffeehouse for some literary atmosphere.

The coffeehouse I was in was a little rustic one on the border of my small
hometown in northern California called Aromatica. The inside was decorated with
bare wood and giant burlap bags of coffeebeans. Rasta, house music, classical,
you never knew what they'd get the urge to play here.

I was reading a classic that day, the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe.

I was deep into The Tell-Tale Heart, trying to keep my attentions focussed on
the iambic pentameter of the end of the story. It's always been my favorite Poe
story, but only now, understanding the structure with which he wrote the tale,
did I truly appreciate it for the classic story it is.

I set my book down and took a seat outside to have a cigarette.

A crowded little coffeehouse, there were no empty tables, so I raised my
eyebrows in question to a man sittig alone at a table. He nodded, inviting me
to sit with him. Big guy, a little bit fat, he wore his long black hair slicked
back in a glowing sheen, and tight clothing, which among other things,
suggested the presence of a powerful chest, and a nice sized gut. He looked to
be about thirty years old or so.

He eased his chair a little closer to me. I felt a little bit trembly at how
close this made him. From two feet away, I could smell his cologne, and for the
first time, noticed his masculine attractiveness.

He smiled at me, and we made small talk about the weather and the growing city
around us. I could feel his eyes gazing at me steadily, every now and then
wandering up and down my long slender frame, resting for a second on my
hardening crotch then slowly working up my arms to the side of my neck and back
to my eyes. Lord.

I trailed off in my sentence, struggling to meet his dark gaze with my own. My
heart was beating a little more fervently than usual, and another chill flowed
up my spine as we sat staring at each other.

"My name's Craig, by the way," he said with a smile. "What's yours?"

I wanted to tell him Mark or Anthony, anything but the truth. And at the same
time, I wanted to tell him the truth and anything else he might like to know if
only he would keep staring at me with those dark, laughing eyes.

"My name is Raymond." I said quietly.

He smiled openly at me then, and heartbeat racing, I ran my tongue across my
lips, languidly licking the filter of the cigarette I held smoldering in my
mouth. A dark shame spread through me, mixing deliciously with the excitement
in my stomach, the chilling nervousness that spread from his gorgeous eyes to
my body. He drew his chair closer, his knee almost touching my own.

"Can I have a cigarette Ray?" he asked me quietly.

With shaking fingers I tried to control, I drew one from my pack and held it
out to him. Hs hand rested for a long moment on my knee, stopping my breath,
then drew up to my own hand stroking my finger as he slowly drew the cigarette
away.

Sensing my increased nervousness, he leaned forward, stalking me with those
predator eyes.

Openly, he asked, "Do you live nearby?"

Ashamed at the irresistible urges my mounting excitement gave me, I managed to
stammer a "Y-yes," refusing to look at him.

"Raymond." The simple command in his voice warmed me with frightening ease.
There would be no refuting that voice. Again, I looked into his eyes.

"Would you like some company this afternoon?"

I nodded slowly, captivated again by his spell. I rose, gathered my book and
cigarettes. We left.

He walked into my apartment ahead of me, completely at ease in my surroundings.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" I asked his broad, thick back.

"Yes please. Raymond." I loved the sound of my name coming from his deep soft
voice. I loved even more that he knew the effect it had on me.

I went into the kitchen, pulling a bottle of Chianti from the shelf and a wine
opener. My back was to the living room, and I had just cut away the bottle's
seal, when I felt him behind me, his bulk shadowing me, quiet breathing and a
rustle of pantlegs.

A little afraid, blood roaring out of control in my ears, I turned to see him
behind me, not a foot away. So near, so well built, he encompassed all I was
able to see.

In a very physical way, Craig was becoming my world.

My knees weakening, I leaned against the counter for support. He smiled at me
then, a quick open grin that calmed me. He took the bottle from my hand, his
body now mere inches from my own.

"Need some help, Ray?"

Staring into his eyes again, I managed to smile back as I surrendered the
bottle opener to him. He placed his hands on my hips and I almost whimpered as
he turned me around in front of him.

Reaching around my waist, he opened the bottle, murmuring into my ear, "Where
do you keep the glasses?"

I fumbled to free myself, reaching for the shelf above the counter.

His arms surrounded me in a hug, my strength slipping away as he tightened his
arms around me. I fell back against him, his breath on my neck and he
whispered, "Go sit down, I'll get them."

I found myself sitting next to him on the couch, the nearly empty bottle in his
hand as he poured the rich, red wine into my glass. He took one last sip from
his own and set it down with an air of finality.

I had my legs drawn up under me, warmed by the appreciative glances he gave the
curve of my bottom. I'm not a feminine man, but my body, my mind, were so
captivated by the raw, unbridled hunter's aura he gave, that I needed to tell
him in every possible way, I was his if he'd have me.

He leaned toward me, his eyes dark pools of warmth and security. He took the
glass from my helpless hand, leaning across me to set it down on the table. I
could only lean back, staring at his shoulders and neck I so longed to touch.
He rested his weight on me for a brief moment, then slid roughly back across my
chest, his face now a tongue's lick from my own. I looked into his eyes again,
awestruck by the powerful energy we created, every nerve on my body alive and
thrumming. Nearer now, slowly, so slowly, our noses touched and a slight
whimper escaped me.

He kissed me, his mouth a firm pressure of wet heat forcing my mouth and tongue
to respond in kind. The blood pounded again, the sensations caused by his
dominant tongue tearing away the last fragments of my own strength and I
surrendered to him, my hands sliding up and around his massive torso.

Violent now, he forced my head back, mounting me, his hands forcing my hands
back down to my sides, his weight crushing me.

I groaned beneath him, his hardness pressed into my stomach.

Abruptly, he broke our kiss, rising from the couch, my body leaning forward
desperately towards him, his chest muscles prominent under the tight black silk
shirt.

Craig unbuckled his belt, letting it swing lazily in front of me. I stared,
hypnotized at the swinging leather, and he took me by my hand, lifting me from
the couch.

He sat on the edge of my bed, fully clothed still. I stood in front of him
letting his hands glide slowly over my newly naked body, stopping to cup my
developed chest, wander ticklishly across my ribs, squeezing my biceps, and
down my sides to grip my butt, one firm grip on each mound. Rising, he ordered
me to undress him.

I started with his shirt, pulling it over his head, my fingers gratefully
stroking his shoulders.

He slapped me lightly across my face. "No. Not yet."

I dropped my hands to his trousers, unbuttoning him, my face red at the
humiliation of his gentle chide. He placed his hands on either side of head,
the pressure increasing until I understood what he wanted.

I fell to my knees, my face gazing into his crotch. A gentle breeze whispered
gently around my body, goosepimples prickling my skin. I removed his shoes,
then his socks, running my hands up his massive legs to work on the soft
trousers. With a soft rustle, they slid down his thighs, my mouth kept from his
bulge only by the thin fabric of his boxers.

I drew them down, staring at the ground, afraid to face the physical heat of
his penis.

There he let me kneel, my eyes downcast, forehead bowed to the cock in front of
me.

Finally, he placed his hands on my ears, raising me slowly to face it. My eyes
glazed over at the massive thing in front of me. Longer and thicker than my
own, virtually the size of my wrist.

He allowed me to stare, not a sound escaped my lips. Then he raised my head
upwards, whispering into my face, "Suck me baby."

At last, I reached for him.

My fingers stroked lightly at his balls, causing him to stir, the dark bulbous
head twitching slightly. I stroked him slowly, marveling at how silkily the
skin glided over the straining veins and granite hardness of the power he
presented before me.

Slowly now, I opened my mouth, my tongue flickering out to graze lightly at the
dark red head. His fingers tightened on the sides of my head, and I opened my
mouth wider, pleased that I was able to cause this reaction in him. The heat of
his cock smelled of musk, and light sweat.

I hesitated, knowing I was about to cross a line. I decided the line had been
placed there for me to cross.

I took him into my mouth.

I slavered at this hot object inserted so neatly into my straining mouth. It
was all I could do to keep myself from gasping as I drove my head forward,
doing my best to engulf him. The tips of his pubic hairs teased at my nose and
I closed my eyes letting myself relax with this dick in my mouth.

A cocksucker, I was now sucking cock. And I loved it. I loved the feel of the
soft hardness in my mouth, the promise it held of an unforgettable experience
to come. I loved drawing my mouth back, feeling his hands tighten again, as a
warning not to withdraw, then plunging my head forward again to swallow him,
feeling the head hit the back of my throat. I breathed through my nose,
whimpering excitedly. Faster I moved, my teeth brushing against him, my tongue
now pressed up under his dick, forcing it against the roof my mouth. I closed
my eyes, breathed again, and at last, swallowed him whole, my nose now buried
in his hairs, my consciousness now dedicated to sucking. Eagerly I began to
swallow, letting him into my throat, the air blocked from my lungs. Above me,
he gasped as my throat tightened around him, the swallowing motions jacking him
off soothingly into my neck.

I took his hands, placing them on my throat. He massaged gently, stopping go
let me breathe for a moment then pulling forward, forcing himself into me.

Heaven.

He stepped backwards, my head lolled forwards trying to keep that gorgeous
object inside me.

Again he slapped me. Harder this time, clearing my head. "Lie down."

Dazed, I could only gaze at him, wondering what he wanted. Forcefully, he
picked me up, and lay me down on the bed. My legs opened underneath him, but my
torso lay trapped under him. Those dark eyes stared into mine, and we kissed
again, Craig tasting himself in my mouth.

I fumbled to feel him under me, moaning when I felt the giant cock now resting
in my warm hands.

He'd brought a tube of KY jelly with him. Roughly, he spread my right leg to
the side, one hand pinning my chest to the mattress. He squeezed a generous
amount onto his finger, caressing the soft cheeks of my virgin bottom. I was
about to be taken.

Scared, I looked up at him, wondering if we were really going through with
this. A thick oiled finger pressing into my anus washed away the last vestiges
of contemplation, of sanity, and he entered me smoothly.

I gasped loudly, thrashing my head from side to side, as he fingered my hole.
Electric tingles, a slight tearing pain as he readied me, I could only slap at
his chest and moan as he stared at me underneath him while that finger worked
me into delirium.

I felt his hand leaving my chest, the moist sound of his hand squeezing and
oiling that cock I drooled to think about. His finger slid quickly out of me,
leaving a cold chill where it had been. He pressed himself against my ass,
breathing harshly.

"Do you want me to? This is your last chance."

"Yes! Yeah please!"

"Please what?" he taunted.

"Please do me!" I looked away, knowing what he wanted to hear.

Again he pushed himself against my trembling ass, "What. Do. You. Want!"

At last, after hours of his building me up, I collapsed. I was going to do it.
My body, mind, control, my burning ass, were his.

"You! I want you in my ass! Now! Ple- Owww!"

He'd entered me.

For a second I lay under him, the timelessness of the head splitting me wider
than I could believe. Then he slid forward.

I bounced my head up and down on the bed, thrashed my legs underneath him,
clawed at his back as he took my virginity. I groaned his name, made him
promises, hugged and kissed at his sweating body, screamed when he told me to.
Couldn't tell whether my eyes were open or closed, didn't care, so long as that
plundering cock would just keep doing to me what it was doing.

He withdrew until jus the head was inside me. Yelled at me, "Who do you belong
to!"

"You! I'm yours- Unggghhh!!" and he slammed it back home, down into me, into my
ass now so gratefully belonging to him.

"That's right baby. You're mine." He groaned through gritted teeth.

He lifted himself from my body, the sweat falling onto my chest, my face. One
hand on either side of my shoulders, and he got down to some serious fucking.

What I'd felt before was galactic. This. This was for him. He growled as he
fucked me like a bitch. All the way out, then slamming back home, faster,
faster.

"You want it?" he gasped

I nodded my head, the breath pounded from my body with each thrust.

"You want it!"

"Yes!"

And he released, yelling my name, one last powerful slam into me and he surged
in me, the come driving forth into my body, liquid heat that caused my eyes to
fly open in shock, my own cock coming helplessly onto his stomach. He groaned
again, one last thrust when he felt me come, and collapsed on top of me.

We lay together, tears in my eyes as I felt him slide out of my bottom.

He breathed heavily, and I reached down with my free hand to grab the blanket
fallen to the floor. I pulled it over us, woozy from the good, sound fucking
this man had just given me. Burrowed my head into his chest.

The cool afternoon breeze rustled the curtains, somewhere a bird chirped, in
the distance the sound of a lawnmower. He breathed steadily above me.

I closed my eyes.

Slept.

Please tell me what you thought. Never having been with a man before I've grown
curious enough to want to share this fantasy with you and I'd really like to
know what you think. E-mail me at rock_n_write@hotmail.com. - Ray