Rashid, Almost A Love Story

...After a while he flipped me over, and the delicious feeling of his belly pressing on my back made me cum again. I came a total of four times that night. Ah, memories! It was fun riding him too, and easier for me to rub myself on his flab as I did that. You might think that I'm a pervert, but really this is something that comes naturally to me. I would love to bring breakfast in bed to you, but before that, your morning wood would be my breakfast in bed. Emptying your balls would be priority number one, and I would never refrain from my duty. Do you like travelling? Reading? How about doing both at the same time? I want to see the world, and make a list of things to do before I die. But somehow I end up tied so much in everyday life that I just can't even find time to make the list, let alone do those things. Hope things are good for you. Rashid.

My Dear Rashid, in my experience, chubby men usually have small cocks, and their bellies get in the way of full penetration... whereas I prefer full penetration all the way in with a big cock. But you have aroused my prurient interest, and I'd love to see you getting fucked by your chubby friend. In fact, I'd get very aroused indeed watching you being taken up the bottom from the rear, and might even join in, sliding my cock into your succulent mouth at the same time. I'd enjoy that very much. Or even better, we can crouch down together side by side with our hips raised and legs parted, holding hands and smiling at each other, so that your friend can slide his cock all the way into you, then slip it out and immediately slide it into me, we can watch the expression change on each other's faces as we are fucked hard, as he keeps alternating between us, fucking by turn until he cums. I wonder whose bottom he'll choose to shoot off into...? and if the other will get petulant and jealous...? To me, there's no such thing as 'pervert', there are just things you enjoy, and some things you don't enjoy. I'm absolutely certain I'd love sex with you in whatever way we decide is most pleasing. I want you naked. And Rashid, I want your lovely suckable cock in my mouth. My Love To You -Tristan-

My Very Dear Rashid, you are a special person in my life, you are a wonderful friend and lover, please don't ever devalue yourself or fall short of your potential. I value this connection that we have, above and beyond just sex. I respect and feel such empathy for you too. I'd be so proud to walk beside you as my Boyfriend. Life gets complicated, we get tied up in all manner of distractions, but at heart we are thinking, feeling, loving human beings with our own dreams and yearnings. To express those longings to each other, to have that trusted confidante, that special person -- as you are to me, is something of great and lasting value. I could be so appreciative of you in anklet and sari, I'd be so attentive, lick the smoothness of your stomach, suck your balls into my mouth, then give you such intense and satisfying oral sex -- you can cum three or four times? -- that's so divine, I would not allow your delicious cock to leave my mouth until I'd had the great joy of swallowing your spunk each of those three or four times! I'm so pleased that you've had good sexual encounters. We need this in our lives. But take care, you are precious, there are those who care about you and have your wellbeing at the very core of their thoughts. Yes, I love to travel, I love Greece in particular. And I read voraciously. I write and read poetry, I write and read all manner of literature. We are multidimensional creatures, me and you. Tell me more, talk to me Rashid. We are not alone.

Hello Tristan! how are you man! It's been a long time, hasn't it? How have you been? I've been meaning to write, and I'm so sorry I couldn't. I'm so very glad that we are in touch, and that we can confide the intimate secrets of our souls to each other. I've got a new job, and things are finally looking up for me. How are you? Hope you are well too.

My very dear Rashid, I'm so delighted to hear from you. I'm so pleased I would just love to crouch down at your feet and shower wet passionate kisses all over your lovely cock and balls. I've been wondering where you are, what you're doing, imagining you out there, maybe happy, sometimes sad, with a kind and considerate lover, or maybe watching the guys go by and dreaming of finding that sexy guy who will make your life complete. How delightful it would be for us two to meet up in a bar or a coffee house and just sit together enjoying each others company, talking and giggling, confiding all the intimate details of our sex lives in such graphic detail that we're looking into each other's eyes with such a knowing and rich understanding. I'm so very glad that you've got a new job, and that things are looking up for you. I've been so very concerned about you. I hope you are happy in your new position, that your colleagues are kind and considerate to you. Me...? I've been writing, which is what I do best. I've had things published and well received. I've had occasional erotic encounters which have been exciting, but which have ultimately led to nothing of any lasting value. Which is why I so value this connection between us. We cocksuckers need to care for each other, to provide mutual support and help when we most need it. I do hope you will write again, Rashid, and tell me more. Tell me about your new job. About the lovers in your life, and those you only dream about. I'm thinking very intensely about kissing your cock now, and sucking your cock-head in between my lips. Will you allow me that pleasure...? please... Warm Thoughts To You

My Dear Rashid, you are a sweet guy. But I feel, despite the special bond that unites us, that you are sliding away from me. Happiness is an elusive thing. It happens briefly, it fluctuates, then it evaporates. Its sweetness is so much more precious for it being forever just out of reach. There are moments of happiness. But no, I've learned in general to live with its absence. I've reconciled to being what I am. I escape into my writing, into my fiction, into my characters. Sometimes the people in my fantasies find happiness. More often they do not. We must find happiness in small things. In everyday things. Don't dwell on the larger thing, which are out of reach, beyond our control. Love who you are. You are a lovable person. I respect you. I feel a strong affection for you. I know the pain you are feeling, because I feel that same pain. We are here to help and support each other. That's what we are here on the Earth to do. I'm here for you, just as you are here for me. We walk this path together. I'm not convinced that there is a 'right' guy for any of us. We make our compromises. We enjoy each other when we can, and when that connection is good it is transcendental. So we take it for what we can, and hope against hope for more, although logic and reason tells us otherwise. I'm sorry to be so serious. I'm trying to be truthful. We'll be more playful next time...? Love To You

My Dear Rashid, you've seen my cock in the photos I attached, I'm shy and sometimes nervous, but I want you to see my cock. I want to share with you. I want to have no secrets. Me naked for you. And you naked for me. I want us to know every detail of each other's bodies. I want us to lie naked together on the bed and explore each other's bodies with fingers and lips and tongues, as we squirm and caress and smile and giggle together in such intimacy. I want to feel your closeness, know the taste of your body, your nipples, your throat, the taste of your balls and wriggle my tongue up the sweet darkness of your bottom, know the taste of your cum and the drop of piss that quivers on the end of your cock... I'll lick it away for you. We deserve to share so much, Rashid. We may not be the man that we dream of who will come and take control of our lives, but in the meantime, while we wait, we can share such sweet intimacy with each other in loving and supportive friendship. Love.

Rashid, my friend, don't disappear on me again... your words are such sweet poetry to my ears. And oh -- what erotic images they conjure up in my vivid imagination. Such a blossom of cute little cocks firming. Such a bouquet of erections to gladden the heart of any lusty faggot. Such a puckered constellation of anal brown holes inviting the attention of my questing tongue. So many smooth round testicles to fit so snuggly into the warm wet confines of my mouth. Such succulent sperm cocktails to sip and savour across my sensitive palette. I am licking the soles of your feet. I am crouching forward, pink lace panties around my ankles, legs slightly parted so that my balls are dangling, a pink ribbon tied in a bow around them, bottom raised in the hope-against-hope that you are going to fuck me deep and hard, please Rashid, pretty-please!!! Don't disappear on me...