I met him with nothing but conversation

on my mind...

But then he was larger than his life;

Picture perfection - beyond what his

picture portrayed.

He smiled so beautifully...

Blushed so brutally...

Hardened so easily...

Whimpered in that sexy

gruff man voice that made his

eyes dance & my cock throb...

Visions of me fucking up into him

assailed me as he tore me to shreds -

making my orgasm nearly impossible

& yet after he baptized me in his come...

after we showered & suckled & dressed

& drove him out to his dormroom...

After all that I dreamed of nothing more

than more of the same...

More of his penetrating gaze...

& that blush that spoke volumes

when I noticed everything.

Wish we had cuddled...

Wish we had snuggled...

Wish we could speak, lick, suck & tweak...

Wish I could have him inside & then fuck him.

Wish I could have that attention.

Wish I could have that affection.

Wish he was here to slake my erection.

Maybe he'll call?

Maybe we'll fall?

Maybe means nothing & it never will.

Maybe I feel;

All that is real;

& I'll always remember...

I always will.

©APRIL 22, 2001 By Jason Wright

- For Ross Wiltshire -

A Brilliant Light In My Mind's Eye