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Mike MathWhiz78@aol.com
"About five foot nine, blonde hair, blue eyes, 140 pounds or so, in his late teens or early twenties, toned with very little fat, but not buff with bulging muscles or anything." This was how I would describe my ideal man. Coincidentally, it is also a near perfect description of a vision I saw at the dance tent at the Millenium Festival, right near the Millenium March, just off the Mall in Washington D.C., on April 30, 2000, the day of the March. Oh, in case you're wondering how I knew how toned he was, it's not that I can really tell that well, it's that he was topless.
Yes, I saw my dream man. I was at one end of the tent and he was at the other. In a trance, I danced over to where he was. I moved my body up next to his, grinding my crotch into his back end, moving with the beat, doing my best to become one with this heavenly body. Feeling my warmth, he turned his head around and his eyes met mine. It was not a fleeting glance; they stayed in touch for a while. Nor was it love at first sight, but lust at first sight, it definitely was.
Together we danced over closer to the speakers. I kept grinding my crotch into his warm ass, enjoying his closeness. As many other couples as there were in the dance tent, there were a lot of eyes on us. There was something in the way that we were dancing that shone through, and others could see it looking at the way that we were dancing. A crowd began to circle around us, at least this is what I was told later. Truth be told, I was entranced with this boy and wouldn't have noticed if the tent had collapsed around us.
We kept grinding together, my crotch in his ass. I reached my arms arouns his midesction and ran my hands up and down, around his smooth, hairless chest and abdomen, firm muscles and pecs. Damn, I was getting harder by the second....
I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Turn around, I want to see your face." Slowly he did, disappointed that my crotch was no longer warming his ass. Of course, after he turned around and we joined together, our cocks were grinding along with the rest of us. I reached my hands up and placed them on his shoulders. Slowly they moved down his chest, tweaked his nipples, across his stomach, and to the waist of his shorts. My fingers slid down into his shorts, twirling his upper pubes around, slowly gliding across his hips and to his back, where they maneuvered their way to get a firm hold of his ass as I pulled him even closer.
We stayed that way for a few minutes before I moved my hands back to the front of his pants. I reached down and massaged his cock to make it harder. Then I slid my hands up and undid his belt buckle. Grasping the end, it slowly slid out of the loops and got tossed to the side. Next, the button came undone. The zipper slowly slid down. From behind a mass of blonde pubic hair, a beautiful seven inch cut cock sprung up and found its way into my hands.
Seven inches long, smooth, slightly pink, with a perfectly mushroom shaped head, just one vein running the length of the top, pulsing lightly.... it was, as much as any penis can be, absolutely beautiful.
My hands reached around his gorgeous cock as I slid my tongue into his mouth.
We kissed more deeply and passionately than I've ever kissed anyone before. Unfortunately, I had to break it off sooner than I would have liked, as I had another place I wanted my tongue to be. I kissed my way down his neck, to his chest, flicking at his nipples, past his belly button, which i stuck my tongue in for a bit, and down to that still hard, still pulsing, still absolutely beautiful piece of meat standing between his legs.
I kissed my way around the head, teasing the slit, licked down the side, pausing to flick my tongue out at the sensitive underside right below the head occasionally. I moved my tongue down and took his balls in my mouth, licking, sucking, tasting them one at a time as they dangled freely in his loose sack. Slowly, hesitantly, I relinquished his balls and let them fall back down, so that I could return to the main task at hand. I kissed my way back up his cock, engulfing his swollen cockhead in my mouth, gliding down slowly until I had the whole seven inches in my mouth and his cockhead teasing my throat. I slid my head back and forth, going up and down his cock. I felt his hips begin to move as if they had a mind of their own, as it became less a case of me giving him a blowjob and more him fucking my face. I didn't mind, though, this man was my dream and my goal was to give him the best orgasm that he's ever had.
I held my head steady as he rocked back and forth, fucking my mouth harder and harder. I worked my tongue frantically over whatever part of his dick was within reach at the moment. I clasped my lips around his shaft, working on increasing the suction. I felt his cockhead begin to swell as his balls drew closer to his body. I pulled my head back a little to have just the cockhead in my mouth. I sucked for all I was worth and was quickly rewarded with shot after shor of the sweetest love nectar that I've ever tasted. I looked up and saw the most blissful look on his face. It was a combination of pure ecstasy, complete relief, and total satisfaction.
"Hey, we gotta go now. It's 4:00. Are you ok, I've been yelling to you for like five minutes now."
"What?" I blinked.
"It's 4:00. We're supposed to meet the others now for the ride back. Time to go. --Hey, what happened to your pants?"
I looked around for my dream, the vision I had had of the perfect man. I looked down, and realized that I had come in my pants. Was it all a dream? It couldn't possibly have been....
Or could it have?
Mike MathWhiz78@aol.com