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Steve Meets Steve (mm)
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Steve Meets Steve
by Steve Rider
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Copyright © 1992 Stephen A. Rider, all rights reserved.
It is five o'clock in the morning. I'm almost still asleep.
Here I am driving north on 101 towards Brisbane. The customer
wants me there for 6 AM so I'll be there. Bored to tears.
Not even a cup of coffee. My fingers start to fiddle with my key
ring as the cruise control keeps me locked at 70. Suddenly I touch
the silver friendship ring that Steve gave to me. I think of him
and take a long deep breath.
It was back in Worcester. There was this free weekly newspaper
that ran dating ads. It had a section for "Men Seeking Men". Steve
had placed an ad. I can't remember what the ad said, but I clearly
remember him. Steve was a very gentle man. Short, slim and handsome
in a rugged way. Black hair, brown eyes and a very friendly smile.
A face that always revealed his moods.
We spoke on the phone for two hours that first night. I knew I
wanted to meet him. He gave me directions to his apartment building
and I arrived at the appointed time. I remember it was a Tuesday
night - 8 PM.
A woman in the elevator kept looking at my crotch and I almost
wished I cared. I got to the door of the apartment. Hollow steel,
hard, cold, very quiet inside. I inhaled and pressed the bell.
Not a sound from inside. I rang again. Nothing. Maybe he was in
the shower. I was about ten minutes early after all. I decided
to wait a minute and ring again. It was one of those bells with a
spring loaded clanger mounted right in the door below the peephole.
If there really was anyone home they either heard it or they were
dead. The minute was up and I rang again. This time I heard
footsteps but they were behind me, not inside the apartment. Then a
door opened behind me and I heard a voice "Nobody lives there you
know, they moved out about 2 months ago."
I was sure I had the right apartment. I was taking notes when
Steve gave me directions the night before. I turned to look. It
was a really good looking guy talking to me. He had a black fishnet
sleeveless tee on and a pair of those soft cotton shorts that jocks
wear. His legs were very hairy. He had a sad look on his face. I
stood there a second and said to myself that I must have had the
apartment number wrong. Suddenly I had an impulse that I was facing
the guy I had come here to meet. I decided to ask, but how ?
"I'm sorry to bother you. Your name wouldn't happen to be Steve
would it ?"
"Steve?" (asking me, not repeating what I had said)
"Yes!" (big grin on my face, man is he *cute*)
"Come on in!"
We couldn't decide if he had given me the wrong apartment number
or if I had written it down wrong. We didn't really care. It was a
little bit tense at first. He offered me a beer and I accepted. We
talked about a lot of things.
There was no couch in the room, only arm chairs. They were
arranged with a little table in between that held a lamp. Some
stupid show was on TV. I almost had to look through the lamp to see
him as we spoke.
Our conversation got around to religion. Steve is a very
spiritual guy. I started feeling what a nice guy he was. I was
being drawn to him. It wasn't nearly so much his good looks, I could
sense that he was a good and decent man. Someone who had been hurt.
As he was speaking I was imagining him in my arms. I wanted to
run my fingers through his straight black hair. I wanted to kiss
him. Suddenly I lost interest in talking.
"How would you like to come over here and sit with me ?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure, that sounds nice."
But instead of sitting on my lap he knelt facing me with his
knees on either side of me in the chair. His crotch was level with
my chest and I could see his smooth flat stomach through the fishnet
shirt. I pressed my face against his chest, my arms enfolding his
back. I pulled him down onto me so his neck was now right in front
of my face. I kissed his neck for just a second, then again and
again. I pressed my nose into that long black hair and inhaled to
get the scent of him. It was a very masculine scent. My hands were
now moving back and forth - carressing his back through the fishnet.
His hands were around my head, holding me to him tightly.
For a moment it seemed we both stopped. Like we had agreed in
advance. As if on a cue. Our eyes met and we both smiled.
Then I put my hands on his ass. I pulled him toward me, which
made him straighten up and put his crotch right in my face. Soft
cotton. Navy blue. Standing out in the front. I had to have him
now.
My hands went up inside the shirt. Fondling his chest, my
fingers through the curls of his dark hair. Across his nipples,
first one and then the other, never stopping, building tension.
Making him hot.
I pressed my face against the bulge in his shorts. I inhaled
again. The smell of a mans crotch, his need, his hunger all
expressed in pheremones of desire.
I started rubbing my nose against his cock, circles, pressing
harder. The bulge was increasing. I rolled my lips over my teeth
and gently put his cotton cloaked cock between them. Massage.
Stimulation. Passion.
I took his shirt off. His skin was very pale and smooth, the
dark hair contrasting against the pink of his flesh. I began to
circle his navel with my tongue as my hands went down inside the
back of his shorts to fondle his ass. He was making noises that
came from his throat. He was definitely participating. I wanted
more.
I moved my hands back up to the elastic band. He wasn't wearing
underwear. Steve hardly ever wore underwear. I pulled the
waistband down and sort of hooked it along the bottom of his ass.
This made them tighter in the front. I think we both moaned. Now
my fingers are on the waistband again but this time in the front.
I pull down just enough to expose the top of his pubic hair. Again
I smell his scent. Manly, aroused, moist and very warm. I sigh.
My tongue is making circles through the short curly hairs.
I make his skin wet deliberately. Now my right hand goes back to
his ass again. Gently up and down the crack, hardly touching him at
all. He thrusts against my face, trying to use my chin to pull the
shorts down further. My left hand is roaming around on his chest.
I squeeze his right tit and he yells.
I cannot bear to wait any longer. In one swift motion his
shorts are down around his knees and his beautiful cock bounces in
front of my face. He is cut. He is long. There is a drop of
moisture rolling down the head of his cock. I lick it so it will
not go to waste. He almost falls off the chair but I grab him.
I take the head of his cock in my mouth and stop right there for
a moment. I want this to last.
His hands go for my jeans. He is rubbing my erection as I take
him further into my mouth. Slowly, gradually I move my head forward
until I feel him in the back of my throat. Then I start my motion.
He is rubbing me through my jeans, he stops and unbuckles my belt.
I am taking every inch of him deep into my throat. He is unsnapping
my jeans. His hands go inside my underwear as I increase my tempo.
Now it is not enough for me to suck him, I want him to fuck my mouth.
My hands go to his ass and I set up a motion. He understands and
starts thrusting his hips so his crotch slaps against my face.
Now he reaches inside my briefs. His fingers around my cock.
He is stroking me as he fucks my mouth. His motions become faster
and faster, both his hands on me and his cock inside my mouth.
Somewhere in the middle of this we decided it was time to go to
the bedroom. Steve undressed me in the dim light. We stood beside
the bed for a long time, hugging, touching, fingers on the move.
He lays me down and I smile, then he lays down on top of me.
The bed is firm and solid. His heat against my skin. His mouth
all over me. I had an impulse I had never had before.
"Steve"
"Yes"
"Would you like to fuck me ?"
"Oh yes..."
He reaches across the bed and opens a drawer in the nightstand.
I roll onto my side and curl my legs up toward my chest. Something
cold on my ass. He is lubricating me. I submit to his attention.
I hear latex.
"Just one second Steve."
"I'm ready."
"There we go..."
"You know I've never done this before."
"I'll go slow, tell me if it hurts."
Is that his cock ? No, it's his finger! He is spreading the
lube, or is he loosening me ? Oh it feels good. So good.
Now his finger is two fingers and he is thrusting them in and
out of me. I feel like my ass is on fire. I want HIM inside me,
I want him, I want him to fuck me.
I feel his cock against me. He rubs it up and down the crack of
my ass. He presses up against me. His arm is around me, his breath
warm on my neck. He starts to enter me and it hurts.
"Just relax Steve"
"Mmmmmm"
Slowly, gently, firmly he spreads me open. I feel the head of
his cock as it enters me. He pauses and then presses further into
me. I moan loudly.
"Is it OK?"
"Yes, more please."
He begins to rock his hips behind me. Sliding in and out.
I hear the sounds of our lovemaking, I feel the heat inside me.
He goes faster now, harder, deeper inside me, I feel his pelvic
bone as he slaps against my ass. I start yelling.
"YES YES YES"
"Oh Steve, oh it's so good"
"Yes, fuck me Steve fuck me."
Now he goes still faster, slamming against me, bouncing me
across the bed. He puts his arm tightly around me now, holding me
close, fucking me hard. I feel his rhythm change. I push back
against him so he can go deeper still. He is close now, I feel
his climax approaching.
He bites my neck, he grabs my cock, he thrusts deep inside me
and I feel the tremors in his body as he fills the condom. He lays
his head against mine. His sweat drips down on top of me. We lie
still a very long time and then he withdraws.
We dated for four or five months. Steve taught me quite a bit
about fucking. We sort of practiced on each other, hoping to perfect
our techniques. Steve is a really sweet guy. We just drifted
apart.
Oh gosh, here's my exit, I think I'll sit in the van for a minute
before I go in. I wonder how Steve is doing these days.
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