In all of my years I have smoked, drank, and fucked my fair share. I have loved and I have been loved, pleased and have been pleased.
Just the other day, I was looking through a photo album of mine. I saw all the faces I once knew and all the faces whom I've had. There where decades worth of my life, my sweat, and my cum. With each passing page I was reminded once more of the relations I have had with many men. There where so many memorable ones. Some where easy, some where hard, and some changed my life in some sort of way or another. But in all of these amazing pictures there was one picture that found its place back in my mind for many days later.
His name was Giovanni. I knew him back in high school many years ago. At that time in my life I wasn't the most sexually experienced. But it was probably him who opened my mind to new and exciting possibilities. He was probably the first straight man I had ever attempted to corrupt. I wouldn't say corruption is a bad thing. I use that word to describe the men I had coerced into sex, that where usually straight. For some gay men this ability comes hard, and for others its ever so easy, but as time passes we start to see that one 'ticket in' so to speak.
The moment I stepped my foot into that 5th period English class, all of my attention was directed to the guy sitting next to me. I was transfixed on his beautiful face and transcending personality. He had almost espresso colored, long hair that looked like soft silk. He had these dark-honey eyes that where ever so brilliant, as if they where given to him by some divine intervention, and lips that were so luscious and tender. He also had this awkward mark just above his upper lip to his left side. I would compare him as the male version of Marilyn Monroe. He was sweet, charming, and had this pleasantly-addictive personality. He would talk to you about anyone and anything just so he could be engaged in conversation, even if it would get us into trouble with our teacher. But every person has there flaws. He was easily distracted and extremely easy to manipulate.
My tactic on him wasn't so much to get him physically attracted to me, but more on a mental and emotional level. If he had any problems or just needed to vent, I made sure that I always had an open ear. And that I surely did. Before long he grew to respect my opinion about things and we moved from being mere acquaintances to being real friends. I would accompany him to the movies and parties just about anywhere. I was ever so patient with him because I wanted to wait for the right time to move on him.
I waited, for what seemed to me, almost all year. There where so many close calls in that time though because wanted him so bad. I wanted to feel those tender lips on mine, and to run my hands through that beautiful silken hair. I knew though, that if I moved to quickly I would scare him off forever. I kept on doing this, but every time I even so much as got close enough we would either be interrupted or I suddenly became self conscience and backed down. At one point I didn't want to do it to him because he had this aura of being so pure. I longed for even a glimpse of him. Every time he smiled I just wanted to rip his cloths off. When he smiled it was like my entire life would just halt for a minute, like in all of the confusion, clutter, and regret nothing else mattered but him... and just one night alone with him in my arms.
I continued with this way of being friends because for me it wasn't about just getting into his pants for a night. It was in fact about something more... that wanting and desire for something that you thought you could never have, that perfection, complete and utter perfection. For me to be completed simply from the chance meeting with some profound individual. I could sense that the time was near for me to make my final move; the climax if you will. I remember it vividly in my mind just as if it where yesterday.
It finally happened one night when I was staying over at his house. I slept over at his place a lot. His parent where never home and I never felt like being at my parents home, so he had no problem with me being there. The whole day was exciting because we had decided to go out to an amusement park. We got up early and met each other at his house, We left from there and we spent the whole day at the park, with many friends. Actually, I recall that on the way there we had been smoking some joints. We had so much fun that day. We rode almost all of the rides and we ate so much food. We laughed, ran, and playfully fought. So finally the time came for the park to close, and we where both so tired that we decided to go back to his house and just shower and sleep.
We arrived at his house and did just that. I took a shower and then he did. When he came out of the shower, we where both sitting there on his bed watching some TV and just unwinding from the day. I can't remember what happened, but we fell asleep from being total exhaustion I would assume. In the middle of the night I awoke on the foot of his bed wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts. His arm was over me. I tried not to wake him but as I was getting up I heard him say in this exhausted voice, "where are you going?" I told him ,"I'm not going anywhere just changing positions."
I turned my body around so that now I was on the bed the right way and he did the same thing. I don't know what happened, but just a minute later I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. It happened. We both leaned in and kissed each other. It was just as I had hoped it to be; soft and tender, just perfection. I moved my hands so I could touch and feel his skin. They quickly found their way to his silken hair that so longed to touch free without restraint. He began to touch and explore my body with his hands as well, making sure to feel every part of me. I wanted to remember every part of his body. To remember every nook, every perfection, and every flaw. I rolled over, with his body under mine. I took off the tattered old shirt he was wearing to expose his soft and supple skin. I felt over his chest and abs as I straddled his lower body. I leaned down and kissed his neck several times. I slowly moved my lips down his fuzzy chest to his nipples, both of which I had to worship and tease. He was moaning and I could feel him getting hard under me.
I kissed his perfectly formed abs before making my descent to his firm cock. I slid my body down more taking his shorts with me. Right there before me was beauty. It was big, nine and half inches at least. I touched it ever so gently. I stoked it with my hands being so careful not to damage such a precious thing that I had longed after for so long. I lowered my face to it and the aromas and it's feel where almost too much for me to handle. But I continued as I slowly ran my tongue around its tip. I could feel him quiver with pleasure under me. I swallowed it down my throat as far as my throat would allow me. The taste was so satisfying, as if I where satisfying a craving for something I never had. I sucked, moved my head, and worshiped his member in my mouth. When it became almost too intense for him to handle, he stopped me and brought my face to his. I felt as if I where in some sort of trance.
He kissed me once more and then rolled over on top of me. He removed my shirt which, at that point seemed heavy on my body. I wanted nothing more than to be completely free of any clothing. no detractions, no interruptions, and no worries. I just wanted our 2 naked bodies to become entwined together. He slowly moved down my chest as I moved my hands down his chest. touching and caressing every part of my skin. He would occasionally bite, but by that time I didn't care. The brief pain felt like pleasure.
He got off of me, removed my shorts, and moved to my bottom by lifting my legs into the air and began to what seemed to me like feasting on my manhood. He touched and played with my ass. He licked and nibbled on me everywhere. I was moaning and calling out his name. I felt as thought this moment should last forever. He ran his tongue up and down every part of me, as if he had no shame. It was like he had become this hungry demon with an endless craving for me. I could still feel the orgasm even though he was no longer touching my cock. Now I yearned for him to sodomize me.
He then stood up once he was satisfied that he had done a good job, took off his shorts, got on top of me, and began to forcibly enter me with his magnum-sized cock. I was screaming out in pain and in pleasure. With each passing second that ravenous demon that he had become came more alive within him. He would bite and suck up and down my neck as he kept up a gentile but quickening pace that seemed to get more aggressive as the seconds passed. I would turn my head when I wanted him to kiss my other side. I could feel his prong as it bottomed out deep inside me. His kisses seemed like they were becoming demonic as he finally reached his climax. I could feel him getting tense, and I knew that it was now coming. I started to rock under him to aid in his quest and then I felt him explode. All of his rage was released deep inside of me.
He collapsed on top of me. and we rolled to our sides facing each other. We kissed again, and this time it felt different. His kisses felt as they did when all this first began. They were more tender and loving. We fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.
I awoke the next day some time in the afternoon with him still next to me. We showered separately, I got dressed, and we then parted ways.
The next day in class, we didn't say anything to each other, and only passed glances at each other. I guess it was like saying our good-byes. We both knew that it was never ever going to happen again. Occasionally we said hi to each other in the hallways. but he quickly became involved with a girl. We finished out the school year and after our gradation ceremony I never saw him again. I regret not trying to make a relationship with him, but part of me was left completely satisfied. It was like I had now achieved that perfection I wanted so much.