One Night In His Arms

One Night In His Arms 2

In all of my years I have smoked, drank, and fucked my fair share. I have loved and I have been loved. pleased and have been pleased.

Just the other day I was looking through a photo album of mine. I saw all the faces I once knew and all the faces whom I’ve had. There where decades worth of my life, my sweat, and my cum. With each passing page I was reminded once more of the relations I have had with many of men. There where so many memorable ones, some where easy, some where hard, and some changed my life in some sort of way or another. But in all of these amazing pictures there was one picture that found its place back in my mind for days later.

His name was Giovanni I knew him back in high school many years ago. At that time In my life I wasn’t the most sexually experienced but it was probably him who opened my mind to new and exciting possibilities. He was probably the first straight man I had ever attempted to corrupt. Corrupt I wouldn’t say is a bad thing. I use that word to describe the men I had coerced into sex usually, that where straight usually. For some gay men this ability comes hard, and for others its ever so easy, but as time passes we start to see that one ticket in so to speak.

The moment I stepped foot into that 5th period English class all of my attention was put to the guy sitting next to me. I was transfixed on his beautiful face and transcending personality. he had almost espresso colored long hair that, by the looks of it felt like soft silk, These dark honey eyes that where ever so brilliant as if they where given to him by some divine intervention, Lips so luscious and tender, And this awkward mark just above his upper lip to his left side. I would compare him as being the male version of Marilyn Monroe. He was sweet and charming and had sort of this pleasantly addictive personality. He would talk to you about anyone and anything just as long as he was engaged in conversation. even if it would get us into trouble with our teacher. But every person has there flaws he was easily distracted and extremely easy to manipulate.

For him my tactic wasn’t so much as to get him physically attracted to me, but more on a mental and emotional level. If he had any problems or just needed to vent I made sure that I always had an open ear. And that I did. soon before long he grew to respect my opinion about things and we moved from being mere acquaintances to friends. I would accompany him to the movies and parties just about anywhere. I was ever so patient with him because I wanted to wait for the right time to move on him.

I waited I want to say, almost all year. there where so many close calls in that time though I just wanted him so bad, I wanted to feel those tender lips on mine, and to run my hands through that beautiful silken hair. but I knew that if I moved to quickly I would scare him off forever. I kept on but every time I even so much as got close enough we would either be interrupted or I suddenly became self conscience and backed down. At one point I didn’t want to do it to him because he had this aura of being so pure. But I longed for just even a glimpse of him. Every time he smiled I just wanted to rip his cloths off. When he smiled it was like my entire life would just halt for a minute like in all of the confusion, clutter, and regret nothing else mattered just him, just one night alone with him in my arms.

I continued further in my endeavor because for me it wasn’t about just getting into his pants for a night. it was about something more, that wanting and desire for something that you thought you could never have, perfection, complete and utter perfection. To be completed by just the chance meeting with some profound individual. I could sense that the time was near for me to make my final move the climax if you will. I remember it vividly in my mind just as if it where yesterday.

It finally happened one night when I was staying over at his house. I slept over at his place a lot. his parent where never home and I never felt like being home so he had no problem with me being there. the whole day was exciting we had decided to go out to an amusement park. we got up early and met each other at his house, from there we spent the whole day at the park with many friends. actually if I recall on the way there we had been smoking some joints. We had so much fun that day we rode almost all of the rides and we ate so much food. we laughed, ran, and playfully fought. So came the time for the park to close and we where both so tired that we decided to go back to his house and just shower and sleep
We arrived at his house and did just that. I took a shower and then he did. when he came out of the shower, we where both sitting there on his bed watching some TV and just unwinding from the day. I cant remember what happened, but we fell asleep from being totally exhausted, I would assume. In the middle of the night I awoke on the foot of his bed wearing nothing but one of his t shirts and a pair of shorts. His arm was over me. I tried not to wake him but as I was getting up I heard him say in this exhausted voice “where are you going?” I told him “I‘m not going anywhere just changing positions.” I turned my body around so that now I was on the bed the right way and so did he. I don’t know what happened but just a minute later I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. It happened we both leaned in and kiss each other.

it was just as I had hoped it to be soft and tender, just perfection. I moved my hands so I could touch and feel his skin. they quickly found there way to his silken hair that I ever so longed to touch free of any restraint. he began to touch and explore my body with his hands as well making sure to feel every part of me. I wanted to remember every part of his body, every nook, every perfection, and every flaw. I rolled his body under mine I took off the tattered old shirt he was wearing, to expose his soft and supple skin. I felt over his chest and abs as I straddled his lower body. I leaned back down and kissed his neck several times I slowly moved my lips down his fuzzy chest to his nipples both of which I had to worship and tease. he was moaning and I could feel his getting hard under me.

I kissed each perfectly formed abs, before making my accent to his ever so firm cock. I slid my body down more taking with me his shorts. there right before me was beauty. it was big 9 and half at least. I touched it ever so gently. I stoked it with my hands being so careful not to damage such a precious and longed after cock. I lowered my face to it, the aromas and feelings where almost to much to handle. I slowly ran my tongue around its tip. I could feel him quiver in pleasure under me. I swallowed it down my throat as far as it would allow me to. the taste being ever so satisfying as if I where satisfying a craving . I sucked, moved my head, and worshipped his member in my mouth. when it became almost to intense for him to handle, he stopped me, and brought my face to his as if I where in some sort of trance.

He kissed me once more and then rolled over on top of me. he removed my shirt which at that point seemed heavy. I wanted nothing more they to just be completely free of anything. no detractions, no interruptions, no worries I just wanted our 2 naked bodies entwined together. he slowly moved down my chest as I did to him. touching and caressing every part of my skin. he would occasionally bite but I didn’t care the pain felt like enjoyment. he got off of me removed my shorts moved to my bottom lifted my legs into the air and began to what seemed like feasting on my man hood. he touched and played with my ass he licked and bite me everywhere I was moaning and calling out his name. I felt as thought I wanted this moment to last forever. he ran his tongue up and down every part of me, as if he had no shame. like he became this craving demon. I could feel myself orgasm even if he wasn’t touching my cock. I yearned for him to sodomize me.

He then stood up once he was satisfied he did a good job. took off his shorts, got on top of me, and began to almost forcefully enter me with his magnum. I was screaming out in pleasant pain. With each passing second that ravenous demon that he became came more alive within him. he would bite and suck all down my neck as he kept up a gentile but quickening pace that seemed to get more aggressive as the seconds passed. I would turn my head when I wanted him to kiss my other side I could feel his prong deep inside me. his kisses seemed almost as if they where also getting more demonic as he reached climax. I could feel him getting tense on top of me. I knew that it was coming. I started to rock under him to aid in his quest. I felt him explode all of his rage deep inside of me.

he collapsed on top of me. we rolled on to our sides facing each other. we kissed again, this time it felt different, his kisses felt as though they did when this first began. They where more tender and loving. we both fell back asleep in each others arms. I awoke the next day some time in the afternoon with him still next to me. we showered separately, I got dressed, and we parted ways.

the next day in class we didn’t say anything to each other, we just looked. I guess sort of to say our good byes. we both knew that was never ever going to happen again. Occasionally we said hi in the hallways. he quickly became involved with a girl. we finished out the school year and after our gradation ceremony I never saw him again. I regret not trying to make a relationship with him but, some part of me was left completely satisfied like I had achieved that perfection I wanted.