This is a fictional story about this gorgeous man I had met on the Internet some time back. His name is Fran Dillon. He is from Spain. I mean a real luscious, rugged all male Spaniard. I mean he oozes sexuality. Body, cock smoldering looks I have chatted with this hunk online. But thats it. And as he lives in Spain any chance if my meeting him in real are slim to none. So this is only for a fantastic 'what if'. To you Mr Dullon To everyone else. Enjoy.
Mr '86' and Me (1)
... "Oh Fran" I sighed as i lay there
I had just had smoldering hot sex with this Spanish God. He had slammed his big hard uncut Latin dick into my guts. Plowed my body into ridiculous and loud orgasm. My cries seeming to fill the streets and cities. Sex like I have never had before. And couldn't be repeated by this stunning adonis. Francisco (Fran as he likes to be called) and I met online. I was searching through some porn sites and chat sites one lonely evening. Bored and horny as I hadn't had any sex in weeks. And I fell across his just clicking through dudes avatars. Just clicking through images and videos of men. But his image stopped me dead in my tracks.
"Who the...?" I the chirped as I saw him
Life and the world just stopped as my eyes fell on him. Frozen in time as I gazed at this piece of male perfection on my screen. It was just an image in a random site. But my eyes went to each and every inch of the body on my screen. I did not know his name at that moment. Had no idea who this muscular God was at first viewing. All I knew was it was 'lust at first sight' and no other man I had ever seen had so instantly affected me. Instantly caused me to drool from looking at him.
"Fucking perfection" I said aloud "Utter perfection" "Look at him"
Before me was this man with a gorgeous face, trimmed beared and puckered pouting lips posing for the camera taking his picture. Hot and muscular body with a trimmed hairy chest. The swirls of fur following the shape of his meaty pectorals. Then a thin line of hairs moving down the rest of his torso and stomach. Disappearing into the small speedos he wore. And those oh soo lucky speedos. 'Lucky, lucky, lucky little things. They were packing up a very nice bulge. Big and full as they were stuffed with what was an obviously nice sixed dick. I quickly imagined what lie beneath the small straining speedos. A hot Latin cock. A hot thick Latin cock. His legs were strong and muscular like the rest of him. He was fairly tall too. Maybe 5'10" or more. Just a fantastic specimen.
"My God" I huffed "Who is this gorgeous man"
Whomever he was. I wanted him. I wanted this stud more than any man I have ever wanted. My eyes were literally studying the mans form. Every luscious curve of muscle, every chiseled feature. That stunning face and body. This pouted lips that begged to be kissed. And that meaty crotch below. I didn't miss anything.
"God damn." I crowed aloud "This guy is the most beautiful man I have ever seen." And that was the truth. I had seen many a gorgeous man before. I even dated a few really hot guys. But the man in the image before me was far and away beyond anything ever had I seen before. The spectacular looking creature posing there in that image was the epitome of perfection. And my eyes were looking upon him. So his image was burned into my cerebral. Every striking inch of him I saw in that one image.
Fuxkk!" I huffed again
The way he stood there just said fuck me. Or said, I wanna fuck you. Whatever it was it was smoldering. His flexing arms showing off his big biceps as he posed. And on one arm, one bicep in the underside was a tattoo that was just the number '86' written out like varsity numbers for a sport star. I didn't know what it meant. All I knew was I wanted to lick it for him. I wanted to lick ever inch of all if him.
"I want the gorgeous man" I just stated "I want mr 86".....
To be continued