Rocky Road II
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The World Wide Web open avenues, to places and programs, previously untouched. The ICQ prgram, for instance, gives you the option of seeking out friends with similar interests, messaging and chatboard options, and the ability to exchange voice messages and pictures. It's a good way to find a friend, but sometimes you find a little bit more in the process. I found out the hard way, in ever sense of the word. Not that I'm complaining about it, far from it. It was just a little unexpected to say the least. It all started out as an innocent internet chat. I never expected it to progress into an encounter of the erotic kind. It just snowballed and I got caught up in it and I couldn't get out.
Before the weekend, I'd logged onto ICQ and did a search to see who was online and his name appeared. I tried talking to him before, but I was ignored, or he was not at his pc perhaps. Then he contacted me. We chatted for quite awhile and things got quite hot. Just as we were about to make a date to meet, we had to leave the web. Its real frustrating when things get intense like that and then you have to leave, but what can you do? So had simply had to play the waiting game until he appeared online again. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long. After a bit of small talk, we were back into it again.
"So you think I'm getting starry eyed for a stud like you?" I ask in response to his overtures.
"Wow! Me? A stud? That's the first time I've been called that!"
"Obviously you've been hanging with the wrong crowd then."
"Too many women!"
"Don't tell me you're bi?"
"No frigging way! Love cock too much! Why? Do they scare you? I don't understand it myself, I prefer it black and white, no fuzzy boundaries!"
"Well let's just say that I've had two relationships in my entire life, and the second one didn't go down too well because of a bisexual experience. It was a good relationship for over two years before it came to a sudden halt. He dumped out of the blue saying he'd found someone else. It happens and he'd been getting more and more isolated with me lately in subtle ways, so I kind of expected it in a sad sort of way. Worst part was it was a girl he hooked up with, and he decided he wasn't into guys anymore. That's what really blew my mind. I mean it took him over two years to make a decision? So as far as I'm concerned, anyone who says they're bi just want the best of both worlds without any real commitment."
"Yeah, I have heard of a couple of guys who pulled similar stunts and stuff, and frankly they shit me to tears!"
"The real sad part is I still love the bastard even after all that he did!"
"Yeah, it's hard to let go! I feel your pain, and I don't mean that in a sarcastic way. It's hard to let go, and not still feel for the other person, even if they do a real prick of a thing."
"You sound like a renegade Vulcan from 'Star Trek: The Final Frontier.'" I reply trying to distract him from what was still a rather painful topic for me.
"Too much trek-ism for me!"
"Yeah I'm a bit of a trekkie. Got something to do with my green blood I think. Dare I admit I even had my own starfleet uniform and all? Actually I like all types of sci-fi, tv stuff and movies."
"Have you been watching Farscape? I don't mind it, but it's a bit slow on the plot development."
"I don't mind it. It needs a few episodes to find its feet and it obviously gets better since its been showing in the States and the UK for over a year or more and I hear its been renewed for a third season."
"Yeah, I guess so. I was going to go see Mission Impossible over the weekend with my brother, but he pulled out at the last minute so I didn't go.
"Your brother? I can't believe your boyfriend could leave you alone on a weekend!"
"He works and is also in the middle of exams!"
"I'd still find time to be with you if I was your boyfriend."
"Yeah, that's sweet, but it's exam period, it happens only twice a year, and still being an undergrad student, he has to work hard for good marks. It's OK! I mean when I was in the field for my Masters, it was for over 5 weeks at a time!"
"We all need a break from study and exams, and having that break with you would be the most refreshing thing I could think of - if I was with you. Just lying with you and hold you close after a deep and meaningful swatt would be enough."
"OK! Now you're getting all romantic! Can't believe a guy like you is still single!"
"Hehe. Yeah, my gay mates online all say that too."
"It must be true then!"
"Sure, you've all got disbelief but I'm still single just the same. Something has to be missing."
"I used to always wonder why the good guys remain single, yet the assholes seem to get and keep the women (or guys in our case! Hahahaha!)"
"I thought it was - the good ones are always taken and its just the headcases that are left. GRIN"
"I dunno, you're a good one, and I think we're all a headcase to some extent! Well I know I am! Anyway, I will probably go now. I was going to go to the gym, but I am a bit tired so I might give it a miss! Feel free to call me, it would be nice to know what you sound like and see if the image I am building in my head is close to home!
"Reality is never the same as fantasy. Trust me, my fantasy world has me hung like an Italian stallion, but in real life I got a little dick. Lol"
"Hehe. The best sex I ever had was with a sexy plumber with only 4 inches!"
"So there's hope for me yet, eh?"
"Depends what you do with it? Any suggestions for me?"
"For you? Nah, I'll let Brendan help you out there."
"You're too kind! You can be a "imaginative" as you want, doesn't offend me at all!"
"Anyway Rocky, gotta go, stud. Catchya laterz or have a good night if we don't meet up online in the meantime. My team is playing a night game of footy, s I have to go get ready for that."
"Have a great game! Perve on Wayne's ass for me!"
"If the binoculars don't steam up, sure. Love ya laterz Rocky!"
"Catch AJ! (Hopefully!)"
So that night I went to the game and my team won, but I was still a little distracted by that online conversation. My thoughts kept returning to Rocky. What was it about him that had captured my attention? I wondered what he looked like in real life. Sure I had a jpeg of him but a blurry scanned pic just didn't do him the same justice. Pictures can be deceiving. just then the action on the football field caught my attention. The action was intense and I cast my binoculars towards those muscular young studs in sleeveless jerseys and shorts. Why did these guys have to look so studly on the ground? I needed a shower when I got home, partially to warm me up from the cold night and partially to cool me down from seeing all those tight butts straining the fabric of those white transparent football shorts the guys wore. Good thing about winter is that when it rains, those white shorts become transparent and give you some nice eye-candy at times. Some of those guys are really hung, while others are so bite-sized it makes your mouth water just thinking about it. So it was off to the shower for me.
After the shower, I was still high and horny from the game. I lay down on the bed with a towel wrapped around me, and once more my thoughts returned to the tantalising muscle men of the football oval. A hand traveled gently down towards the soft downy material of the towel. Fingers spread out in search of the semi-bulging tent. They found their mark and coiled around the ever increasing mound, moving up and down it in small, sensual strokes that were both exciting and arousing. While one hand continued with its manipulation, another snaked beneath the fold of the towel, so that fingers could grasp the furry pouch of jewels. The double stimulation caused the bulge to grow in ever increasing dimensions. The stroking gained momentum as the fingers continued teasing it softly through the cloth. The towel was suddenly thrust aside as legs were slightly apart, and the body gave in to the stimulation coursing through those loins. Visions of the football team in the showers, servicing each other in every way they could. One of these footballers was at my feet and giving me head but I could not see his face, even as this dream flashed through my mind, and my hands now moved with blurring speed.
I was lost in the moment as hips thrust up in the air in unison with the now pumping hands on my hard throbbing cock. I was shaking all over, and then it happened. I saw briefly the face of the stud servicing me. Cum splattered all over the place. Spurt after spurt burst forth covering my pubes in pearly white jism. I lost count of the spurts, there was so much. It was heaven. Then I came back to earth with a thud. It was just me on the bed, with a cum splattered belly. I lay there for a short time, as those images slowly faded and my breathing returned to normal. Could it be that Rocky was the man I was thinking about? I wondered if he would be as good in real life as he was in my fantasy. I couldnt believe that I was actually thinking about meeting him and having hot sex together. He had a boyfriend and I'm certainly not the type to have sex with some other guy's boyfriend. Am I? I'm sure I would find out soon enough.
To be continued..