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 (3)
... As I figured I would get no response. No message from the gorgeous Spaniard I went on with life. Going to work and hanging out at the local bars for dey and dull hooks ups on the weekends. Although I didn't forget about the hotter than the sun man. I would find myself looking back at his page and images and such. That and the hope that he would be on or had seen my message. But it seemed in the following weeks Fran was not even on. Like he had forgotten about his page of worship. No new pictures, no videos. Hell not even a message to what was going on with him.
"Oh well" I said to myself "Back to life" "No more distraction by the hot stud"
I went on and had a few hook ups in the incoming weeks. And even hooked up with a few latins. Trying to see if they had his smoldering 'latinness'. But the few I hooked up with just didn't have it. I mean a few were good in bed. But not set me on fire as Fran did. Then as I signed into my computer one day I was in my email and just clearing it, I saw an email from a Fran Dullon on my private email. Now I still didn't know his name as I was still calling him Mr 86'. And I was going to just ignore the email until.i looked at the title line.
"From your Spanish lover". It read
So with mild trepidation that it was some 'spam' email I was receiving I opened it. I knee almost immediately who it was. It was him. It was the sexiest man alive.
"I am hoping you are well." It started "I saw your comments and thank you for them." "I decided to look at your page and see who was the guy saying such things to me"
I then tried to remember what I had sent to him in my comments. Drawing a blank somehow as I thought about it. But I knee I said I wanted his cock. That was obvious.
"I would love to see you in person my handsome friend" he continued "I like your pictures" "Makes me want to see more"
He placed a smiley face at the end of that comment. And he continued to tell me how much he would love for us to meet. Saying he understood the distance. But he could come to America or if I wanted to come see him. Either would work for him. But he just had to see me in person. I sat there in a stupor. I had received an email form this God if a human. And he wanted to meet me. Fran wanted to meet me. Whether or not it was his line and tag to get someone interested, I didn't really care. All I knew was that this perfect specimen of a man wanted me. Even if it were just for a fuck and go. That was what I wanted. I was getting granted access to the body, to that face and that cock. And I was not gonna say no, or question the glorious chance I had in front of me. Me and Fran in the same room. I felt my dick quickly harden in my pants. So I of course said yes to him
"I would love to mister" I then said back "Maybe we can figure out a time for us both to meet"
He agreed and then just suggested we chat and Skype until then. I whole heartedly agreed. We exchanged skype tags and then decided to skype chat that evening (or at least my evening). It would be early morning for him.
"Awesome sexy man" I then said "I will chat with you then"
We said goodbyes and then i went back to the daily grind. I had work and he would soon be going to sleep. I felt my dick in my shorts. I swear it felt ready to pop. Well the day came and went and it was getting close to our meet up time on skype. I ate grabbed my laptop and headed to bed early. I wanted to be ready for him when he came online. I had crawled into bed in my underwear and then sighed into skype. I also signed into his Twitter page to see his images. I would hard and raring to go by my the time he came on.
"My God." I huffed to myself "Je is so damned gorgeous" "His face is so sexy" "And my God, that body"
I looked at the gorgeous man some more. His muscular frame and those arms. I know I wanted to lick them. To rake my tongue up and down them. Especially on the inside where his '86' tattoo was. I wanted to trace that number with my tongue. Around the circle of the '8', then swirl along and around the swooping '6'. My dick was so hard just from that imagery. I pulled out my cock after just a few images and started to stroke myself. Moving my guiding hand over my hard dick. I looked at my hard dick as I gazed at him. I liked my cock. It was a decent 7 inches long. It is cut and has a bullet shaped head. Then i looked at the videos of him revealing his uncut log. I was easily bigger than mine. Although I had not seen it hard yet. But the big thing looked ever so delicious.
"Cannot wait to wrap my lips around that" I said to the screen. "Will fill up my hungry mouth". "Ohh yess Fran"
I was happily stroking myself for a bit when I hear the tympony announcement that someone was clicking to my skype. I looked at the skype tab and then opened it. It was him, Fran...
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