This blog is a collection of my stories. Stories of love and lust. Stories of a man's love for another man. Stories of all sorts of love one man might have for another. All are just fiction unless I specify otherwise. Even in my true stories, I've changed the names. I hope you enjoy them. I'd love it if you'd tell me one way or the other, but be nice. Please. If you have a picture that you think would inspire a story, or a story line you'd like me to try, send it to me via e-mail at: ispyanakedguy@gmail.com

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Sunday, May 6, 2012

I walked around the corner and saw bare feet, then bare legs.

My heart began to pound so hard I could hear it. "Oh please, oh please, oh please." I thought.  Then I wondered if I'd said that out loud. I stopped at the top of his thighs. I took a breath and took one more step.
Beautiful soft dark hairs surrounded luscious globes and anchored a short soft shaft topped by a pink mushroom head.
I had to stop again and gather my restraint. Does he know I'm here? Does he want me to see him naked? Does he know how much I want him? He must. I try to hide my lust for him. I can't hide my love.
Wait, that's my bed! He's on my bed, naked! Oh my God, he's looking at me.

He's smiling. Thank God he's smiling. He's holding his hands out to me. I go to him. He spreads his legs and I stand between them looking down at the soft fur on his chest. It dribbles down to his crotch like the yellow brick road I follow it, but I close my eyes before they reach their goal.


He's put his hands on my hips and is pulling me to him. He closes his eyes and puts his cheek to my body and wraps his arms around my hips. I run my hands through his dark wild hair. It's so soft.  He looks up at me. His eyes are like a puppy’s, big, dark, wanting. I lean over and kiss his fore head.  He puts his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me to his lips. My knees shake. I can hardly take a breath. His lips open and he breathes into my mouth. I suck in his exhale.

My tears drop onto his face. He smiles and kisses away the next ones before they fall. My knees give out. I drop to the floor between his legs. I put my cheek to his chest and sob with joy.  Soon, he pulls me up on the bed and lays beside me, holding me, kissing me. He opens my shirt and kisses me all over my torso. He sits me up and pulls my shirt off. He shoves me back down and takes off my shoes and socks. He presses his hands to my legs and rubs them hard from my knees to my crotch. He undoes my belt, the button and lowers the zipper. He pulls my pants off. They drag my boxers down with them but they break free before exposing my excitement. Again he rubs my legs and grabs my boxers.

Now I'm as naked as he is. I can't hide my lust this time. He's just standing between my feet, looking at me. He shows no lust for me. His Mona Lisa smile makes my head spin with questions. I wish he'd say something. No don't talk. It might ruin the moment. The silence gives us freedom to let our minds talk.
Oh God when is he going to move. He's just standing there looking at me. It's only been a second, but it feels like and hour. Finally, he moves. What's he doing? He walks around the bed and pulls back the covers. He takes my hand and turns me, laying my head on the pillow. He walks around the bed again and pulls the covers back on that side. He lays beside me.

We face each other he snuggles up to my body. I have to reposition my excitement. He still shows none. We kiss some more, long, wet sensual kisses.

"Is this okay for now?" He whispers.

"Of course" I relent. We kiss some more and fall asleep, his head on my chest.




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