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In the Flesh</p></p>A story for stroke writers. *A story for the readers who enjoy Nifty. *</p>Descriptions of intimate liaisons between males of disparate ages are included. *(Adult content.) *</p></p>Rus****************Writer</p>Donnie****************Reader</p></p></p>In the Flesh</p></p>Strange coincidence or fate? *Had I tickled the fancies of the Fates with my clever prose? *Thread of my life unwound in an incredible direction after I began this venture. *</p></p>Started several years ago, after reading erotica, I found a treasure trove--the mother lode of gay, male stories. *Incredible variety. * Yet errant commas, peculiar capitalizations, alien grammar averted my pleasure--derailed my imagination when peppered through the action I sought.</p></p>Figured I could write better and hit the keyboard. *Organized, wrote, edited, and submitted. *</p></p>Posted! *Stayed at the keyboard, and the list of my posted titles tacked over my computer lengthened through the months. *Going good, right? *Well, sorta. *</p></p>Got positive comments that boosted my motivation to continue. *Thanks, readers. *Got emails from pervs on the prowl for photos. *Got some real goofball emails from stoners, lonely drunks, and horny daddies who sent incomplete questions and suggesting scenes almost beyond belief. *</p></p>At my age I was still so naive? *I hadn?t considered writing the authors of my favorite fantasies asking for an illustrated copy of their work. *I had no photos of anything other than adolescent underwear ads, middle-school wrestlers. *Kept myself in the textual arena and in the fiction department--getting chancier online with anything more. *</p></p>Met a few other writers. *As varied as the guys in the bar; as varied as characters in other stories. *Nice folks.</p></p>...</p></p>Writing?s no solitary task for me. *My characters talk to me, to each other, some pick a fight, other characters take them to the woodshed. *A few are hair-triggered and storm out of the den--have to go bring them back. *Keep ?em on a short leash and within the guidelines.</p></p>One character came to haunt me; stalk me:</p></p>Emailed was entitled ?Hard and Hot.? *It included an *impassioned message from a reader named only ?D.? *He commented on a story I posted about a young man?s sexual indoctrination. *The characters he wrote of were memorable; the older man, a wise and generous instructor, the boy awkward, inexperienced.</p></p>A few emails were exchanged; I sent my usual brief replies.</p></p>D kept writing me, obviously reading through my posted works. *Then, he began writing his fantasies about me. </p></p>Whoa! *Fantasies about me? *He confused the author with the characters. *</p></p>Described myself in blurry terms. *?Look, I?m a dud. *A skinny, old bear, cranky, seldom shower or shave. *My shoes don?t match.? *Thought that would turn the faucet off.</p></p>How could my description elicit the opposite result? *He wanted to meet me. *</p></p>Alarm bells went off. *Entrapment. *He used a lot of youthful jargon--could be part of a self-appointed vigilante group. *A man with my thoughts, posting his fantasies online, I could be a target.</p></p>?What say I write a story and use your name?? *I thought that might stem the tide of his emails.</p></p>?You already did. *I love it, read it every morning. *How did you know??</p></p>?Know what?? </p></p>?You described me perfectly.?</p></p>?C?mon, I write characters I?d like to enjoy. *All fiction; all fantasy. *Thanks for writing, glad you enjoy it.? *</p></p>Cut the conversation off, this was too enticing, too easy. *I was not being complimented but baited. </p></p>...</p></p>Write what you know: my locations are about the beach; I live near the ocean and a tourist town. *Unnerving when D said he?d be at a nearby beach with his brother for Independence Day. *?Meet up??</p></p>Way too risky, and the way I?d written the character in his favorite story, he was lucious. *Was this kid as hot? *Was this kid a virgin? *What did he really want from me--instruction? *?How old are you??</p></p>Sent a photo of his school ID, ritzy academy. *His thumb was half over his information--couldn?t tell. *Erring on the safe side I assumed he hadn?t hit the age of majority. *</p></p>My imagination wouldn?t let it go. *This was a screwy turn of events, yet a horny man has been known to play long odds. *Horny old men play impossible odds when the opportunity is pounding on the door. *?Meet you at the bandstand on the forth, in the morning. *I?ll ısparta escort even shave.? *Figured I could dodge, get lost in the crowd if I had to.</p></p>Blood boiled, balls were heavy when he replied: *?Do I have to shave? *I only have fifteen hairs.?</p></p>....</p></p>Morning of the fourth, I left early. *Strolled down the pavilion with a coffee. *Wallet, sunglasses, phone charged with the name and number of an attorney I?d heard was good with criminal cases. *</p></p>Boardwalk was crowded already. *Cafes full, families loaded with beach gear; scent of sunblock wafted. *Sat by the gazebo as the city workers hustled setting up speakers, lights. *</p></p>Around nine, I started scanning the sidewalks for a slender, auburn-haired boy. *Stomach didn?t take the stress well; felt like a first date with someone way out of my league. *</p></p>...</p></p>Looked around--maybe he backed out. *Almost headed back to my truck?. *In the distance, a boy in brown shorts and a white tee shirt--my nom de plume appeared in large black letters handwritten on the back of a flyer announcing the fireworks display. *He held it under his chin. *Heart stopped. *Underneath was a line of text too small to read. *</p></p>Trying to act nonchalant, I stepped closer to the foot traffic as he approached. *Before I could think, it jumped out, ?Hey, I know that author.? *Glanced at the small letters and grinned when the most beautiful hazel eyes looked into mine and smiled back. *</p></p>?I?m your *theme today,? *Under the larger letters, ?write me.?**I grinned and a burst of sweat oozed; dick twitched, boned. *</p></p>?Rus?? *He canted his head to the side, scanning my body with a smile.</p></p>?...nothing round about*him. *Body was flat, ribbon-like with square shoulders, narrow, straight. *Colors were white and reddish-brown.? </p></p>"What"s going on?" *He was careful, glanced around for any accompaniment I might have.</p></p>?Auburn haired, pale skin covered in dots; face, neck, ears covered in freckles. *Made his hazel eyes appear greener and his red lips brighter. *Had *a configuration of freckles resembling the Southern Cross on his chin. *Attractive boy, by his combination of colors, certainly unique.?</p></p>Incredible coincidence and it felt like I knew him in a past-life. *The rush of writing that story, the scenes, the hesitancy, the expectancy and the lust all welled inside me. *My stories leave moods, they swirled like currents through my guts. *</p></p>In the flesh, my character Donnie. *?His stomach growled.?</p></p>?Hungry?? *I asked.</p></p>?There?s a restaurant at the hotel.? * He showed a key card. *Found he was staying in a hotel on the beach with *his brother for the weekend, parents were in the casinos. *?I got the room all day. *My brother?s at a party in Bethany Beach.? </p></p>Not that I didn?t want to be seen with him, and if anyone in the crowd knew me, they?d get nosy. *I pulled him near the smell of hotdogs, onions, chili.</p></p>?Lots of good writers.... *Why did you choose me??</p></p>He turned to me, smiled as his eyes scanned me closely, ?Seemed like you would-- you?d appreciate my....? *He sputtered, blushed. ?offer--my asking you.?</p></p>?Figured me for an easy mark, didja?? *Ego barely slighted; cock twitched.</p></p>He grinned, glanced from the corner of his eyes, ?Not*easy.? *He began, leaned close, ?Easier. *Gimme a break, you don?t have to....?</p></p>We walked through the crowds. *What self-pride I had left diminished in direct proportion to the volume of liquid dampening my briefs. *?Would you?? *I started, ?Would you be afraid to go to my place?? </p></p>?Where?? *He was looking at the hotdogs sputtering on the grill. *</p></p>?About a mile away.?</p></p>?Live alone?? *He ordered two hotdogs with kraut and loaded them with mustard..</p></p>?Entirely.? *I paid and we walked toward my truck. *He ate both dogs, drank his coke on the way.</p></p>Pulled under the carport, smiled at him, ?Nervous??</p></p>He blushed, ?Sorta. *More excited.?</p></p>Damn, that response put the pressure on me to perform--dick, don?t fail me.*</p></p>?</p></p>Inside, he looked around while I got two sodas, went to the back deck. *He came out eventually, ?Is my place what you expected??</p></p>I thought you might have a hammock somewhere.? *He winked. *Jesus, he remembered that sensual hammock scene.</p></p>The boy made small talk about school, he was bright; going to major in Communications. *Stopped himself abruptly, ?C?mon, I?ll istanbul escort interview you.? *He took me into the house by my hand, sat me on the couch, slid right beside me and took my hand, turning to me. *?When did you know you were queer??</p></p>No one had ever asked me. *?Always felt a little different, thought everyone did? *? *Had to think harder, ?When the other boys started talking about sex and girls and screwing them, that was my first signal. *They started dating. *I couldn?t--you see, I wanted another boy, well, preferably a man.?</p></p>?You like older men too?? *He was delighted.</p></p>?Teachers, coaches, and I hate to say it, but my dad. *He was incredibly masculine; deep voice, full lips, huge biceps?.?</p></p>?Did you--??</p></p>?Dad chased skirts, got in a lot of trouble with the women. *No place for me in that mess. *And the queer part of me I figured I was an aberration--unnatural, I was ashamed. *Didn"t know there were other boys like me.?</p></p>?So tell me about your first time.? *Designer shorts strained behind his zipper. *Smiling eyes under the rust-colored waves falling over his smooth, wide forehead dotted with freckles.</p></p>Put my arm around Donnie?s shoulder, leaned to him, whispering: *?A friend of my parents came by the house, offered me and my brothers cash for clearing his back lot. *My brothers bailed, I went with him? *We were in the shed, getting the tools. *I leaned over for something, felt his hand on my butt, between my legs.? *My dick was reliving that excitement, glanced down, rearranged myself.</p></p>?Then what?? *Donnie?s hand came to my groin, slipped under mine..</p></p>?Well, he unzipped and I was awed. *His smell, dripping rod, dark balls. *Huge package, dark hair all over his body. *Told me to kiss his cock. *Probably wasn?t any good at blowing him, but he shot a huge load before I was ready. *Hit me in the eye.? *Had to chuckle, ?Taste of cum, his musk, and everything, I was hooked. *He stood me on the side of his mower, and sucked me and we were close for years afterward. *Found a place where I didn?t feel like a mistake.?</p></p>?Did he fuck you??</p></p>?Eventually. *I?m sure he didn?t mean it, but he hurt me. *Felt bruised for several days.? *</p></p>?How old were you??</p></p>?Thirteen.? *Leaned in to kiss his neck. *Donnie swung his leg over my lap and put my hand on his dick. *Little more than a handful, not fully grown. *?How old are you??</p></p>?Fourteen.? *He blushed and kissed me leaving the piquancy of mustard.</p></p>?</p></p>I turned the tables, ?Tell me about your first time.?</p></p>?Nothing to say. *That?s why I?m here.? *Nervous twitter.</p></p>?Tell me what you?d like to happen--tell me your fantasy.? *</p></p>He snuggled beside me as he pulled out his phone, went straight for the porn. *Showed me several photos. *Came to the one he liked; side by side, lots of skin-to-skin. *</p></p>?I see. *No warm-up?? *Hoped for some kisses, some hand work.</p></p>?Why? *I?m always hot.? *He stood, pulled my hand.</p></p>?</p></p>Speed, Donnie had; and finesse, he lacked. *At his age, with his looks, who cared? *In the bedroom, ?Why did you choose me? *You could have any man you wanted.?</p></p>?Men who seem interested, think I?m part of a sting.? *He tossed his clothes in a heap on the chair and turned to me; freckled from head to toe. *Smooth skin with a thin layer of fat smoothing his musculature, his bones. *At full mast, untrimmed, fitted foreskin, testicles sat in an in-between length, but pale, smallish, bite-sized. A few hairs near the base, a few dark, curved lines of emerging bush.</p></p>He blushed with my gaze and *tilted his head, ?We?re on security camera, seven-twenty-four at school.? *He paused, *?But it was the way you describe? men and boys.? *He was blushing more deeply. *?Like you knew me, what I wanted.?</p></p>Threw the covers back and embraced the boy, rolled us onto the bed, ?Forget the porn, we?re going to make this memorable.? *Grabbed another mustardy kiss. *</p></p>The moment my chest hair brushed his skin, I tingled, I sensed the courage and shakiness behind his emails, the drive to be held and loved; young body curious to be filled, to know a completion he?d only imagined. *</p></p>Skin, his smell intoxicating, head was light with him. *Wrapped my legs through his, pulled his body as close to me. *Touched as much of him as possible. *Squeezed him hard to feel his breath, to breathe his exhale. *</p></p>Silent conversation ensued izmir escort as his relief rolled through him and he reveled in my skin, my smells. *Biting my ears and hair, he pulled me to his smooth chest lightly sticky with his sweat. *Chests together, I slipped my hand between us; between two slippery shafts. *Thumb went to the sensitive triangle under his cock. *Grabbed and rubbed it. *He shoved his hips several times, heating fluids jumped from his slit. *</p></p>He was still moaning when I licked my thumb, kissed his neck, ?Thanks, sweetheart.? * * </p></p>With closed eyes and relaxed body, ?I didn?t sleep last night.?</p></p>?</p></p>Quietly, I went to the kitchen, grilled Italian sausage, made salad--hadn?t expected company. *Went about making a small dinner listening to the neighborhood kids pop off some black cats and cherry bombs, strings of the penny-poppers through the neighborhood. *Smelled the smoke of grills up and down the block, chicken, ribs...</p></p>Late afternoon when Donnie smelled dinner. *He got up, showered, came to the kitchen, ?Halve that cantaloupe, we?ll put some ice cream in it for dessert. *I?ll get you back as soon as we eat.?</p></p>?Don?t hurry.? *He sliced into the melon scenting the kitchen, ?Told my family I was at the mall, I?d see them after the fireworks tonight.?</p></p>Took our plates to the deck, night was falling, firecrackers broke the crickets? songs. *Donnie grabbed his half-cantaloupe filled with ice cream and stood near the railing. *Distant music faded as several loud booms from the cannons heralded the fireworks display in town. *?Look, they?re starting.? *</p></p>Facing toward town, he intently watched, waiting for the next explosion. *Started with a screaming sound, then bursts of light glowed on his face. *Childlike, he stood without moving. *I knew what he wanted more than fireworks.</p></p>I stood behind him, grateful I hadn?t used barbeque sauce, tugged his briefs down, grabbed a sausage from my plate, rubbed it deep into his cleft leaving a greasy trail. *</p></p>He didn?t move, eyes toward the sky in the distance, holding his breath.</p></p>Unzipped as a fountain of sparkling lights lit the night. *Leaned slightly forward, straining rod coursing the oily path. *Tip of my glans added more lube, ?You?re so beautiful.? *Whispered.</p></p>Leaning further over, the cool skin of his rear touched my groin in the humid air, ?Push against me.? *Few slippery movements between us. *In place, ?Push out against me.? *</p></p>Tried to keep myself from shoving? *Couldn?t control it, the head of my rod popped in. *Stop. *My hands went to his ribs, grabbing to feel his quick breaths from a sudden intrusion. *Hands rubbed along his sides, as giant chrysanthemums boomed into bloom above us. *</p></p>Fractions of an inch I moved into him, feeling his deep breaths, feeling soft vibrations of moans. *He leaned forward over the railing. *Cantaloupe fell from his hands. *I held his narrow hips.</p></p>Still, I stood still as he grabbed the rail and pushed back against me. *Tight muscle of his ass pinched, gripped me hard, pulled my cum; tugged at my guts. *Head thrummed, I was as high as the brilliant, jagged streams of light, bursting like the fuzzy orange and purple sphere-shaped flashes overhead. *</p></p>Pushed back, moved his hips and moaned. *He?d found what he came for. *Let him work my steeled cock; more, more. *Moving my left foot to the side, I lowered my entry and began pushing back; up the wall inside him, pushing hard where he wanted to feel me. *</p></p>Frantic bursts from the far cannons, the big finale of the celebration. *Donnie?s breaths sped, small yelps came. *Pushed against me hard; his cheeks flatted against my groin, a signal for me. *Low moan with each exhale. *Several shoves, and I gushed, heated rushes deep inside him as the booms continued behind our primal sounds. *Halt. *Halt, only breaths and the eerie colors of the fireworks lit our skin, blinking and fading. *Tremendous, repeated booms shook through our bodies those moments. *We stayed still until silence enveloped us.</p></p>He turned, held me. *?Feels awful without you.? *</p></p>?I know.? *Between tender kisses, ?Come back any time. *Always more for you.?</p></p>We cleaned up quickly, *I took him back to town. *Let him off at the edge of the crowd near the boardwalk. *Under the dome light, he kissed me, thanked me and he was gone into the swarm of people.</p></p>?</p></p>Came back on Labor Day, and next July. *</p></p>I kept writing, always of a skinny auburn-haired boy, always of that insistent yearning of youth and an old writer leaving his keyboard.</p></p></p></p></p>End.</p></p></p></p>Celebrate *the fine folks who maintain this site: fty/</p></p>In the ail</p></p></p></p>