Let me tell you about the time I made love to an angel. Now, I don't
mean to
use that word in some sort of poetic sense. I mean "angel" just like
the
dictionary means it.
It happened when I was down in the dumps. I was single at the time
and was in
the middle of one of those "Poor Me, I'll Never Meet Another Man" kind
of
moods.
"Poor me," I moped as I walked toward the back gate of the apartment complex.
Here is what I remember thinking: "Oh, please. It can't go on like
this." At
the bars, nobody seemed interested in being my friend. Poor
me.
I live in what's called an apartment complex, although it's more like a
compound. The whole thing is surrounded by a 10 foot wooden fence.
The gates
stay locked.
At one of the back gates, I was trying to pick out the right key from a
very
full key ring when I heard a voice from above.
"I've been waiting for you."
I dropped the keys. Can you imagine it? Here I am, all wrapped
up in my own
little mood, and all of a sudden a voice floats down from a direction where
human beings don't go. I looked up.
Perched on top of the fence was a cherub. He looked about 18 or so.
He was
wearing a skin tight body shirt with a pair of those black nylon shorts
that
can't hide anything underneath.
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His skin was so smooth: hairless, flawless.
"Hi," he said. Then he smiled one of those Mona Lisa smiles.
"Hi," I answered as I reached to pick up the keys. I unlocked the
gate and
opened it. As I did, the boy sprang from the fence and was standing
inside the
compound as I opened the gate.
"I've been waiting for you," he said.
Now, he had my attention. My undivided attention. He was right
out of my
dreams: 5'11" or so, black hair, spotless complexion. No hair was
showing
through his body shirt although he had a little on his legs. Was
he a swimmer
or a tennis player? He certainly had the build.
"I've been waiting to make love to you."
I didn't really have any words to use after such a line. Here was
the boy of
my dreams wanting to make love to me. Here was my fantasy in the
flesh saying
he wanted my body.
"Come on," he said as he put his arm around my waist with his hand on my ass.
What could I do?
Inside, he pulled me close to him. Tight hug. One arm
found its way inside
my shirt and other inside my jogging shorts. He stroked my back and
my ass. I
think I was in shock, but I was quickly warming up to the situation ...
if you
know what I mean.
The first thing I lost was my shirt. Just as quickly my shorts were
gone. He
cupped his hands around my balls and said "Let's go to the bed."
He pulled me with him as he walked. I was in no position to disagree,
of
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course.
In the bedroom, he gently pushed me onto the bed then glided on top of
me. He
still had his clothes on as he rubbed my naked body with his body.
The feel of
his clothes got me hotter than ever.
Up and down he rubbed his fully clothed body against my nude one. Very
gentle.
Very loving. With that twinkle in his eyes.
Then so smoothly you might not even notice, one of his ups didn't include
the
up. I mean, he just kept going down. His mouth was in my crotch
in a flash.
He was a very frisky boy!
He held my balls as he licked the pre-cum ooze from the tip of my nine
inch
cock. Then he opened his mouth and glided all the way down. Effortlessly.
That
had never happened before. With a tool the size of mine, I usually
hear
straining and gagging. This boy took all nine inches with no trouble
at all.
He began a different kind of up and down motion. Up and down on my
tool. With
on hand still cupping my balls, he reached up to my tit with his other
hand. My
tit was already rock hard and waiting. He gently pinched it as he
sucked.
This was raw talent in a marvelous body.
Suddenly he was no longer playing with my tit or cupping my balls or sucking
my
cock. Suddenly he was sitting on my chest pulling off his shirt.
Hairless
chest. World-class body.
"My dreams aren't even THIS good," I thought.
He had a wash-tub stomach that didn't look like it was from working out.
It
looked like he was just born that way.
I reached out to touch his chest, but he stopped me.
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"I've brought you something much better than that," he said as he guided
my
hand to his crotch. U'mmmmm. His nylon shorts couldn't hide
the bulge. I
tried to move my hand to the waistband, but he stopped me.
Damn, I wanted inside those shorts. But he made me be content to
fell his cock
through the pants. It kinda made me relax. It told me that
he was in no rush.
We were going to take our time.