Message-ID: <18733eli$9901212247@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Jacques du Bois Subject: New Story: A Man Alone (M rom,mast,hum, fun) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981230083222.4646.rocketmail@web1.rocketmail.com> A Man Alone by Jacques du Bois (M rom,mast,hum, fun) ©1998 SEJDB Inc. The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adults above the age of 18, or whatever the age of consent is in your jurisdiction. The Characters and incidents portrayed and the names used are fictitious and any similarity to the names, characters, or history of any person or persons is entirely accidental and unintentional.If such material offends you, your city or violates any laws, or you are under the age of 18, or the age of consent don't read it! Comments and suggestions are welcome and appreciated! My e-mail is jacquesdubois@rocketmail.com. No spam or flames will be accepted! Remember to vote for Freedom, always vote Libertarian! Jacques du Bois A Man Alone (M rom, mast, hum, fun) He sat, in the darkness of his room, hidden beneath his black covers. He was alone. Alone. Totally alone and without Her. How he missed her warmth, her aura, her presence that usually filled his now empty bed. The bed was too big for him alone, it was a king size double mattress, with black satin sheets, that tormented him as he lay naked in the dark. His hand went to his chest gently rubbing his tired, sore pecs. Gasping, he began to rub himself harder and harder around his nipples. Why nature gave men nipples is a mystery to many people, but it was not to him. As he rubbed himself, he shut his eyes remembering when she licked and bit his hairless chest, scratching him and scoring his pale skin. Gritting his teeth, with both hands he rubbed himself with his fingernails, finely pointed and sharp He winced as they pierced his skin, in a mock reminder of how she pierced him and made him hers. One of his hands lingered on his chest clawing at his heart, as if to throw it away from him, while his other slowly went down his body. First it went to his stomach, feeling the ripped, sculpted contour of his washboard abs. The hand lingered there a moment, rubbing all around the four circular muscles, finally he gently patted, and then began to move down again. Drawn even further down under the black sheets, his hand went to the tufts of blonde hair that rested above his genitals. For another moment his hand rested there, moving in a circle around his hair, making it curl. He immediately took his attention from his fully erect nipples, to his penis, now beginning to stir. His right hand lingered above his member, while his left hand began to slowly rub up and down his penis. The penis began to react to the rubbing, its shaft starting to fill with blood, the head growing as if it were a mushroom. Quickly, it became larger and larger, a heavy weight in his hand. He stroked the shaft, with increasing force and speed. He groaned, holding his engorged shaft in his hand smiling from the feelings of pleasure that it gave him. It had been a long time since he had touched himself, and even longer since she and he had been together. This felt so wonderful now, but, it would be better when they both would be able to make love. Faster and faster he stroked himself, his penis filling with blood and lust becoming fully erect. His other hand went to his butt, gently stroking it, almost making him think that she were there, sucking on his cock, loving him. With his whole hand he stroked his long cock up and down, just as fast as his panting breath and his racing heart. He reared up on his knees to sit, shutting his eyes and he screamed, his body full of lust and anticipation for the one moment that would soon come. With his other hand he threw the drenched covers away from him every muscle in his body flexing and relaxing, only adding to his excitement. A new heat burned in his loins, making him stroke with even more fury. The heat shot up from the bottom of his balls, swirling its way up his shaft, exploding out of his cock. He came with a fury and violence, still stroking himself as his come shot out of his cock. Groaning, he ejaculated on the black covers, staining them with his love. He was still on his knees, holding his cock in his hand and panting, just as the phone rang. He dove for the phone sitting on the night stand next to the large bed. With one hand he took the ivory plastic phone off of its receiver, while he turned on the lamp that sat next to the phone with the other. “Hello?” He panted into the telephone, his voice heavy with fatigue. “I know what you were doing there without me! Can’t you wait ‘till I get back home lover?” He could picture her beautiful round face, laughing at his plight. “I was tired of waiting for you hun. I’m sure that we’ll have a hell of a time tomorrow though. I miss you.” On the other end, she cooed, giggling. He lay back now, her voice dancing in his ear. “I’ll see you tomorrow, and I’ll make you pay for not waiting. Go to sleep…I love you.” “I love you too. Sweet dreams.” He smiled, wishing she were there beside him. “Sweet dreams to you my love, have a good rest.” The phone clicked and she was gone. Fumbling for the light, he switched it off while putting the phone back on its cradle. He took in a long deep breath, pulling the covers over his body. Soon they would be together, and soon, it would not be a man alone. Smiling, he shut his eyes, in happy anticipation, slowly drifting off to sleep. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----