Eros

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 02:52:48 GMT

I'm so bored.
And I still hate not having a boyfriend.
Or even, no guys to flirt with.
I've started talking to guys online again, mostly out of boredom.
My obsession has been boys because they've been forbidden.
Now I feel like a vampire, so thirsty for a man.
Lol.
Anyone wanna chat with me on Yahoo?
My sn is jevichange.
It's random, no meaning.

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 03:42:35 GMT

Beautiful.

Update

Sat, 16 Feb 2008 17:37:05 GMT

He walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be,
She better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause...
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,
The only thing that keeps me wishin' on a wishin' star,
He's the song in the car I keep singin', don't know why I do...

Well, that just about sums it up :]
And in a country song too. Go figure.

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 03:36:22 GMT

He looked at me today.
We caught eyes.
It was probably nothing, but it made my life.
=]
I want him so very badly, and I love it when stuff like this happens, it gives me hope that there might be a chance.
I guess it could hurt very badly if there isn't a chance, and this is just something random.
But at least it's something to hold on to.

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 02:29:13 GMT

My new "crush" is on Jensen Ackles from Supernatural. Both of the guys on that show are pretty hot, but Dean is the object of my affection these days.

Malchik

Sat, 05 Jan 2008 04:28:32 GMT

Well, there was another scene in the hallway today. Apparently, my wannabe lovers birthday was today. (Happy Birthday :D) He's legal now too I guess! But back to the scene... Those damn girls. He is mine. :( Eugh, I wish I could sing to him. Lol.

"Handsome, tender, soft
Why do you look right through me thinking "NO"?
I can't deny my feelings growing strong
I try to keep believing, dreaming on
And everytime I see you, I crave more
I wanna pull you closer, closer, closer, closer
but You leave me feeling frozen"

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 04:44:54 GMT

I can't wait to go to college in Manhattan in the fall. I will hopefully meet a lot of really cool guys. Guys that I can be open about my bisexuality with. Even guys that I can be just friends with, although I really would love a boyfriend. Hell, I want a boyfriend right now, but if I have to wait, I will wait. I've been talking to a few closeted bisexual guys online lately, and it's really great having someone to talk to, someone who understands what it's like. Most of the time I feel so secluded and different from anyone else, and a lot of times it's like there is no outlet to express myself. My mom is the only one who knows that I really do consider myself bisexual, and that's because I told her. But she doesn't know that I would give anything for a male lover right now, and she doesn't know how bad I've actually fallen for a few guys. I know that no matter what I do, she will always love me unconditionally, and she told me that while she's afraid that my bisexuality might "turn me gay", she will still love me and accept me anyway. That's kind of comforting, but it doesn't solve my problems.

I used to be really afraid of "turning gay". One of the big reasons for me not just being open with people about being bisexual is because of the "gay label". And regardless of how I personally feel about the label, it does exist and it is something that I know I would have to deal with. I wouldn't be afraid of being beaten up or totally snubbed, but a lot of people I know would act different around me, and I just don't feel like dealing with that right now. Especially because I know a lot of people wouldn't understand that I do like both. I'm still a teenage guy who likes girls - I love flirting with hot girls and that "normal" stuff, but there is also a part of me that totally falls for other guys, on a completely different level than anything with girls. I would love to get married to a beautiful woman, and totally fall in love and have a family, and I can see that happening in my life. But that still doesn't stop the craving I have for what I call a male lover. And it seems really hard to find people who feel the same way. That being said, I'm not depressed, and I do feel much better since I've become more open about myself to myself over the past two years. I guess thats the biggest step in all of this life crap.

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 06:52:48 GMT

I wish Joey was real. I would give anything, anything, for Joey to be real.

Wed, 07 Nov 2007 03:34:00 GMT

Oh geeze.
Nothing much has changed... I have reflected a lot on morals, and where I stand on a lot of issues. I've become very politally active. At least thoughtful. I called Hillary Clinton's office and told her aid that she should vote no on HR 1955. I've been thinking a lot about advocating my beliefs on war and human rights. Gay rights has never been a huge issue for me. I am against discrimination of course, and I've always known that it is very wrong to judge someone just because they're gay. I don't think sexual orientation should play a part in whether or not someone is eligable for a job, unless it is a position in an anti-gay group, or an organization that treats homo-bisexuality as a sin, like some Christian schools... This could be complicated. Personally, I don't have a problem with having a gay teacher work at a Christian school, but a lot of the parents would mind. Screw it all. -_- But I've recently begun to support same sex marriage and gay rights, for the most part. There is so much to say about the morality of homosexuality... I will probably rant about it sooner or later on my wordpress blog.

Wed, 31 Oct 2007 02:17:43 GMT

The attraction was impossible to deny now. At first I had ignored this sinful dark desire, but as a fallen being I succumbed to the torture of my own reality. I ceased my secret and personal lies and rewrote my confession, and I became free. But I was not totally unchained. There must have been a bond between us, because he couldn't resist my invisible lures,my motionless clawing and screams in the dark while the world slept.

Unlock my heart. My reasons and wishes and memories spill into the floor, and you devour every trace of scent and taste, eyes opening with knowledge and divine humanity. Purely through existence you have caused me enough suffering. When you grabbed my hand, you scarred my body forever. You with tantalizing eyes and lines of intoxicating and perpetual honey.

It can't be a secret when we're impaled and run through, entwined and tossed onto the ground. But this isn't death, because gods can't die. And I will forever breath you and feel you pulling me down into your agonizing pleasure. Vast and beautiful. You gave me your hand and heart; we had no formalities and no seal, except for the infinite kisses and showers of love we made.

I woke up today and could not seperatate myself from you. If only I could be absorbed completely, but our souls are already fused together with light. You have become an extension of my spirit, and in your rage I cringe and exhale loudly. Hurl me from Heaven and together we will walk and restore and create. When this world erupts, our memories will link and our love will burn on the ash of mortal life. Don't deny me.

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 00:09:42 GMT

It totally devastates me sometimes when I talk to my parents about their views on politics, especially same sex marriage and homosexuality in general. They don't know that I'm bisexual, even though I'm not necessarily hiding it from them. This whole thing confirms my belief that people need to understand homosexuality before they judge it, with or without the Bible.

So the Bible says it's wrong. But why? My mom was talking to me about how "unnatural" it is, and an abomination and a sexual perversion. She likened it to pedophilia. This hurt me horribly! I then told her that the difference between pedophilia and homosexuality is that for the most part, pedophilia is just sex. Homosexuality is much more. When I am attracted to men, I am attracted to them in the same way that I am attracted to women - physically and romantically. I, right now, have a huge crush on another boy, and when I think about him, I don't think about stripping him down and having wild sex orgies with him. I think about how he will look at me, how we will laugh together, and all the long conversations we will have together, how he will touch my hand and all that romantic mushy stuff. That stuff is separated from sex. And if sex is the moral issue, than that doesn't make homosexuality a sin, does it?

I've read some "evidence" of homosexuality in the Bible, mostly about Jonathan and David. I'm not convinced that they had a sexual relationship, but they certainly had a profound one. But I don't know if they had a deep friendship or a true romantic relationship. I can hear someone saying that "if you don't want to have sex with this boy, you just want a romantic relationship, why don't you just have a really really good friendship?". Well, because friendship love and romantic love are very different things. It's very had to explain my feelings, but this is nothing I asked for. I never asked to fall in love with another guy, I never wanted to be bi. It's just something, out of my control, that happened. And I don't know if I was born this way, or if it's something that just occurs because of my past or childhood. Regardless, it is something that I have to face and deal with every day of my life.

I told my mom that homosexuals are generally not attracted to women on romantic or physical levels. So, if a guy falls in love with another guy, and they have a purely romantic non-sexual relationship, would that be a sin? She said that it would. What? So basically, if someone goes through their entire life only falling in love with members of the same sex, they are to be deprived of the entire experience of love, just because it is a cultural taboo? This doesn't seem fair. If I go through out my life, and I never fall in love with a woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with, I can never experience love with anybody, because my only crush is with another boy?

She said that homosexuality is a result of sin. Well, regardless, it is still something we have to deal with. Isn't pain in childbirth a sin, according to the Bible? We don't associate childbirth with sin. I actually believe that love isn't based on gender, because true love is between the metaphysical, not the physical. I don't know if that makes sense, I hope it doesn't sound too "far out" or "new agey". But it's the only way I know to explain myself.

I have to stop here. This upsets me a lot, because my sexuality is something I have to deal with every second of the day. And it hurts that people can't seem to understand what I'm going through. I'm not advocating same - sex marriage, that is an issue totally separate from what I have to go through now. I just don't understand why the whole concept of two men or two women loving each other is so taboo and strange and unnatural and disgusting to people...

prayer

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 03:28:59 GMT

God
Is it a sin
For me to pray for a boy
Who will love me
Who will write me a song
Who will hold my hand and caress my face
Who will kiss my mouth and stare into my eyes
Who will tell me how beautiful I am
Who will understand and cry with me
Who will make me laugh and then wink at me
Who will be content just to sit next to me
With our arms around each other
It doesn't seem wrong, it's an honest wish
Am I allowed to pray for a boy to love me?

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 23:56:49 GMT

Poem

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 17:40:00 GMT

I found a beautiful poem online randomly today:

Pour toi ,

Toi, quel bonheur de me retrouver dans tes bras ,
Je ne sais pas pourquoi mais quand je suis près de toi ,
La vie s'arrête , se fige tels une horloge dépareillé ,
Je te sens , je te respire , ton souffle dans mon cou qui t'est voué ,
C'est l'amour qui est venu nous prendre ,
Sans nous entendre et c'est à s'y méprendre ,
Car le goût de cette amour est parfumé ,
C'est le aprfun de tous nos baisés ,
C'est la vie qui t'a repris , tu as du payer le prix ,
Le prix pour avoir émerveiller mes nuits , ma vie ,
Cependant j'ai choisi de pousser un cri ,
D'offrir ma vie pour te rejoindre au paradis .

Poem from this website

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 02:44:10 GMT

I saw a really hot guy at work today. He was about a head taller than I am, tanned lightly, clean shaven and nice hair, lean, white teeth and beautifully sculpted lips. I don't think many guys are that attractive. Well, not in an actual attraction way. I can look at a guy and think he is nice looking, or even beautiful, but generally I don't have even minor "crushes" on them. This guy... Hehhehheh. Anyway.

Sun, 23 Sep 2007 20:24:41 GMT

I've decided to write a novel. I'm not going to describe it explicitly here, but It's going to be amazing. If it ever gets published, I hope it will be put on a banned book list. Lmao. I will publish it under a fake name of course. Wish me luck.

kiss me

Wed, 19 Sep 2007 02:49:10 GMT

School has started. A few weeks ago. I have been so busy. But not too busy to notice the same boy I had a major crush on last year! Geeze! Since this is my "sexuality" blog, I am going to rant about this in here. Problems? Get out. Here is the story from the beginning...

I "fell in love" with him last fall, when we had a class together. I've known this kid since middle school, but I had never had feelings for him before. Me having a huge crush on him is actually the reason I've let myself acknowledge that I'm bisexual. I had been attracted to guys before, but it had been purely physical, I was never interested in anything romantic with any of them. And then Him. Everything about him that I noticed aroused me, not just his amazing killer body. He is confident, well spoken, very intelligent, funny, star athlete and there is something about him that attracts people.

He is the first guy I've ever really had a crush on, and he is basically the only boy I've ever had a romantic crush on. So I fell hard. I struggled with my feelings and emotions, because for the longest time, I would not admit to myself that I liked boys too, because I didn't want to become gay. I finally accepted the fact that I like both, and liking boys doesn't make me gay. ANYWAY... I'm back in school, and I have a few classes with him. This crush never really went away. I realize that I am more in love with my fantasy "him", not the realistic "him". But that doesn't matter. He has become almost an obsession. Not that I'm going to go stalk him, but I find it very difficult to concentrate on anything when he is within peeking distance. And it's driving me crazy sometimes, because I'm not openly bi (for various reasons), and as far as I know, and as far as everyone else is concerned, he is straight. And how would I find out if he wasn't? Even if he was bicurious, he wouldn't know I was interested. This sucks.

Sun, 09 Sep 2007 02:02:00 GMT

I have 2 (two) classes with my crush. It's crazy. How can everything he do, everything he says, be so sexy?? It's horrible. It's a good thing I don't sit behind him, or I would never pay attention. I would just be staring at the back of his head, his back... Damn. I've only had two boy-crushes in my life, but when I fall, I fall hard.

Sinful Sex

Sat, 01 Sep 2007 21:43:23 GMT

I found this website, and I read the article. I did try to read it with an open mind, because I know that if I'm ever going to learn something, it's probably not going to happen if I'm criticizing every word written. But there were a few quotes that caught my attention, and I had to respond...

"Gender, race and impairment all relate to what a person is, whereas homosexuality relates to what a person does."

(Lansdown, A., The 'Rights' of Homosexuals, Life News, p. 1, February 1995)

I've never had sex with a guy. But I am very much attracted to men, I have a strong desire to have a romantic relationship. I feel both romantic and sexual desires for other men. It's not my fault, at least not consciously. But even if there is some emotional or psychological reason for this, it's nothing that I have consciously chosen to feel. I DO NOT have sex with men right now. So for me, being bisexual is not something I DO. It is what I am. It is what I feel, every single day. It sometimes effects everything I do, too. I wont buy a certain shirt, because it looks too metrosexualish, and I don't want anybody to say it's gay. It kills me inside sometimes. For me, bisexuality is, or at least seems natural. I say that it seems natural, not because I'm convinced that it's not, but because I'm not sure. There are things that have happened to me - not bad or traumatic things, just things that occurred growing up - that I can say possibly might be why I long to have a strong loving man be in love with me. I don't plan on ever having a one night stand with anybody, much less another guy. I never want to be promiscuous or a slut. My sexual frustrations aren't so uncontrollable that I'm going to go out and blow every hot guy who will let me (Although popular gay culture might give me justification). And even if I never sleep with a boy, I will still be left with the attraction, and it's not something that I can turn on and off at will.

♣

"The final report of the Baptist Union of Western Australia (BUWA) Task Force on Human Sexuality states 'that a person becomes a homosexual ultimately by choosing to be involved in same-sex activity..."

If Steven has never been romantically, physically or sexually attracted to women, but always to men, yet he chooses not to have a relationship, romantic or sexual, is he still a homosexual? If he is choosing to remain celibate because he thinks its a sin? He wouldn't really be asexual, because he still has sexual desires, like most average human beings. I label myself as bisexual because I am attracted to both, almost equally. But I don't currently/activly sleep with both, so what does that mean I am?

Maybe more thoughts later, it's so late...

Beautiful People

Thu, 30 Aug 2007 05:04:43 GMT

People are so beautiful. I partially blame my bisexuality on the fact that I have a weakness and desire for everything beautiful. Even before I knew what sex was, I can remember looking at people, both men and woman, and admiring their appearances. I was probably in first grade, and there was this one high school boy I thought was very beautiful. I was not in love with him, didn't have a crush on him, want to sleep with him, etc, as I was only 6, but I always thought he was beautiful, or as I would probably say today, "hot". There was a girl at the church my parents went to when I was 6 that I thought was drop dead gorgeous. I probably had my first "puppy love" crush on her.

Sort of on this topic...
I found this guy, Kaden, randomly, and he has to be the hottest guy I have ever seen just from his photographs.

Yes. I am possibly in love. I drooled over his myspace pictures for a long time... He has to be enough to make even the straightest guy just a little curious. I could stare at him for hours. I'm getting a little obsessive, haha.

And here is another picture I found in the community photo_boys of another very beautiful guy.

I wish I had a body like that. : / I would kill.

Crush

Wed, 29 Aug 2007 04:38:00 GMT

I came across some pictures in the newspaper of this guy I have had a major crush on from my school since last fall. He was the first guy I had ever had a crush on. And I fell hard. He is very straight, as far as I can tell, and we never really talk or hang out. But that didn't stop me from thinking and staring. Sometimes I would walk down a hallway just to get a two-second glance at him. It was horrible, because all I wanted was for him to notice me, but I couldn't openly flirt with him, and he probably isn't even into guys. I was so devastated the day I walked past him and I saw him kiss this beautiful girl. On the lips. I had sort of convinced myself that soon he would notice me. But nope, wasn't meant to be. I still have a crush on him, I guess. Because when I saw his picture my heart started beating rapidly and I began to have the same feelings. I've only had to crushes on men before, and they were both like this. I've always found guys attractive, but as for romance... There were only two guys I wanted to be romantically involved in. J. and M. I have to start my last year of high school in a week, and I am probably going to be in a lot of classes with one of them. (The other joined the military and I may never see him again. We were sort of close just as friends). I know I'm going to have to struggle to keep my eyes off of him, and it tears me up inside to know that I can't have the kind of relationship I want that everybody around me seems to have.

Erotica - Ian Part 1

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 06:16:11 GMT

Hehhehheh, I'm beginning to like putting my fantasies into stories.

Ian and I had grown so close to each other. Unbelievably close. We worked together at Mottachilles, the restaurant my father owned. I was waiting tables, and he worked in the kitchen. We also went to the same school.

I had first seen him in my second period english class He sat two rows in front of me, and I would find myself staring at him. All of him.

I began to daydream about gazing into his blue eyes. He would be ruffling my hair and grinning at me, in my dream. He had such a beautiful smile. Whenever I saw him laughing with his friends, I felt as if I would die inside with longing. If only I could get closer to him. I would be so happy just to be able to talk to him.

Then one day at work, I walked into the kitchen, and there he was, washing dishes! I stopped and stared, not knowing what to do. He turned around and saw me. He flashed me his killer smile and said "hey".

"Hey" I replied. Every time I would see him, he would talk to me. He had a great sense of humor and always had me laughing. We would gossip about our classmates, teachers, fellow workers. And always that smile.

School was a little different. He still smiled and talked to me. But our friends were so different, and we didn't see each other much. One day in the cafeteria, I was sitting at a table with a group of my friends. I randomly turned my head, and saw him looking at me. I cought his eye, and we gazed at each other from across the room. Painfully, I had to rip mine away from him because someone was talking to me, but I couldn't forget that for the rest of the day.

After work that evening, I stood outside in the alley, looking at the dark sky. I heard a noise behind me. I turned around, and Ian was standing there, hands in the pockets of his jacket. I could tell he was breathing heavier than usual. I found myself staring into his eyes. They seemed even lighter compared to the dimness all around us. I took a step towards him. We stood directly in front of each other. He started to say something, then suddenly leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

The heat of his lips on mine was a pleasant burning sensation. I needed more. I grabbed his head in my hands, pulled him back to me, and greedily locked our mouths together. This was like a dream come true! All this time I had been daydreaming about him holding me, falling asleep wishing and pretending he was next to me. And now I was finally holding him to me, and he had kissed me!

He shoved his tongue into my mouth as I strung my fingers through his thick, straight hair. It seemed for like an eternity we stood there in the dark, making out with our hearts pounding so loud, I'm sure everybody nearby could hear. When we finally let go of each other, I was shaking so hard I had to lean against the brick building next to me so I wouldn't collapse.

Ian was breathing hard as well. Still standing he grinned at me, and this time I grinned back. "That was amazing" he said. "No girl I've ever kissed has been that fucking amazing".

We both went back to our own houses that night, but I fell asleep almost immediatly with the memory of his lips touching mine, his sweet moist tongue in my mouth. When I woke up the next morning, I was terrified that it had all been a dream. But he was waiting for me.

He cought me as soon as I walked through the door, and I followed him into the boys bathroom. It was empty, and he grabbed my hand and led me into the first stall. He threw me against the wall and we kissed again. This time, however, he was brave and I could sense no nervousness at all. He embraced me, and I could feel his strong, toned arms around me. I felt his hands on my back. One slid down and grabbed my ass while one slid up the back of my shirt. His hand on my bare skin. It was driving me crazy. I probably would have let him slide my shirt off if the morning bell had not rung. We tore ourselves apart, and left the bathroom. Nobody knew about us, and we both wanted it to stay that way.

I ignored him the rest of the day, and he stayed away. I knew if I saw him, I might not be able to resist running and throwing my arms around him. I had to work that night, and he did not. I walked out the door of Mottachilles at 9pm, and there he was waiting for me. We went back to my house, I knew nobody would be home. My mom had gone with my little sister to stay with her sick sister for a week, and my dad would stay at the restaurant until at least one in the morning. He always did.

Before we even got to my room, he had managed to get both my jacket and my shirt off. I made sure to pick them up off the floor as he threw them. Once we were inside my room with the door locked, however, I began to tear at his clothes with the ferocity of an animal.

Without his shirt, Ian looked more like a god than he did with his clothes on. I stood in front of him in awe, placing my hands on his bare chest, running them down, my fingers feeling every contour of his body, his smooth, hard abs, sliding into his pants. I unzipped his jeans, and as they fell to the floor reached inside his boxers and held his cock in my hand for the first time. It was growing in my hand, thickening and hardening. I could feel myself rise, and quickly Ian had me completley naked as well.

He had one hand at the back of my head, one hand firmly gripping my ass, and he was tonguing me violently. It was beyond words, the countless emotions and pleasures and sensations I was feeling. With one hand still gripping his manhood and the other running up and down his back, we stumbled onto my bed. I was on top of him, but he was holding both of my hands to his face, our lips still locked.

I could feel his fully erect cock rubbing against my haunches. Suddenly, I knew I wanted him inside of me. I needed him to be inside of me. He seemed to sense this at the same time I did. He released my hands, and I sat back, his cock slowly sliding into my tight, virgin ass. I cried out softly in pain, and he grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips.

The pangs of pain I felt were nothing compared to the immense pleasure I received as I rose up and down on top of him. We moaned with pleasure silently together. I leaned my head back and drew circles with my lower back. This caused him to open his mouth and loudly cry out.

I was as hard as a rock, and I began to pleasure myself while I rode on him. His breath and moaning came fast and steady, and I knew he was ready to cum. I knew I was. I pulled myself off of him, just before I felt his hot load shoot across my rear. It seemed like it went everywhere, spraying onto my back and his stomach. Not even a second later I released my load onto his stomach, as I was leaning to lay back down on top of him. He laughed quietly as he pulled my head down to his. He kissed my cheek, the tip of my nose and my chin.

"That was so fucking hot" he said. He caressed my cheek and grinned up at me. "You are so fucking hot". I fell into his arms, and we rolled around on my bed until we lay together, legs and arms tangled, his head resting on my shoulder.

End Part 1

Sat, 25 Aug 2007 02:58:28 GMT

I will go back to school in a few weeks. My senior year of high school. I hope this will be the best year ever. High school has been pretty good. I had a few rough years in middle school, when I went through a very awkward phase. But except for occasional shyness and low self-image, I'm normal. Well, except I'm bi... And nobody at my school knows. It's very difficult. I would love a boyfriend. A secret boyfriend. I wonder how that would work. It could. It has to be happening. The thing is, I am comfortable with keeping my sexuality a secret. I don't feel the need to broadcast it, or come out of the closet as a bisexual male. But how am I going to find a lover if nobody knows? Gah!

For The First Time

Thu, 23 Aug 2007 22:59:31 GMT

For the first time, I ended up in his bed.

We faced each other on our sides, under the cool white sheets. There were cream-colored curtains hanging on the bed, only half closed. Moonlight streamed in from an open window, illuminating his skin and making his beautiful eyes shine. My arms were wrapped around him, one hand inside his, the other on his back. We just looked at each other. There was no time, no life, no tomorrow, only this inexpressible moment of love. He leaned in and kissed me gently on the mouth, smiling as our lips touched. With his free hand he caressed my cheek, and ran a finger across my lips. It was perfection. I moved in closer to him, he wrapped his strong arms around me tighter. I rested my head on his shoulder. He gently bit my ear, and told me over and over again how much he loved me. All the feelings of loneliness I had ever felt melted away. Nothing else mattered. I can honestly say that I wouldn't have cared if someone had walked in on us lying naked together. I was in such perfect bliss, that I would have painted my deepest secrets in my own blood on a wall for everyone to see, if I could remain like this forever.

He moved onto his back, one arm still wrapped around me. I moved onto my stomach, half lying on top of him. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him, ran my hand through his silky hair, down his neck and to his hardening nipple.

His body was sculpted as if he were an ancient statue, carved out of marble. The thick, curly black hair on his head cascaded over his forehead, and I brushed it away so I could gaze into his deep green eyes. I could feel the silky hair of his forearms, as I ran my fingers down, until I grasped his fingers in my hand.

His dark features complimented my lighter skin, my cobalt blue eyes, and light brown hair. As I clasped his hand in mine, he took my other hand into his own, brought it to his lips, an began to kiss each finger. He flicked my forefinger with his tongue, and slowly slid it into his mouth. As he gently and lovingly sucked on my fingers, I plunged my other hand into the sheets. I felt his coarse pubic hair underneath my hand.

I moved downward, now with both hands to grasp his semi-hard member. He moaned quietly and softly, and kicked the sheets off, so we were lying in the bed completely naked. He began to stroke my hair, and planted my lips in his pubic hair. The very scent of his masculinity was driving me insane. I kissed his beautiful cock, and held it in my hands as it began to grow and harden. I gazed up at my beautiful lover as I wrapped my lips around the very tip of his large member.

Now that I had tasted it, I greedily took the whole length of it in my mouth, exploring every inch of it with my tongue and lips. He continued to brush his hands through my hair. He took my face in his hands and gently tilted my face up to look into my eyes.

"You're my beautiful prince" he told me as I sucked on his cock. He began to guide me as I moved my head up and down, with his very manhood in my lips. He moaned with pleasure. I reached up and placed one hand on his breast. His nipple was still hard, and I began to caress it with my fingers.

He was breathing faster and deeper, and his moans were louder. I looked up at him again and he grinned down at me. He sat up and pulled me up to kiss my face. I fell into his as he held me - one hand on my back and the other behind my neck. He kissed me deeply and forcefully. His tongue was inside my mouth, seeking and drawing pleasure from every surface it could reach.

Suddenly he drew his lips away, and made me lay down on my back. He straddled my legs, and leaned down. Excitedly, he kissed both my nipples, and fondled them with his hands as he moved his lips down the center of my chest, over my stomach and down to my cock. He teased the head for a few seconds with his tongue, then took it in his hand and began to stroke it gently. He looked up at me, and rubbed my chest and stomach with his other hand. After licking it a few more times, he stuck it into his mouth, and let his now moist lips run up and down the shaft.

I pressed my head back into a pillow and moaned. This new sensation was driving me mad with pure pleasure. I closed my eyes and turned my head from side to side. I looked down at him, and he grinned back at me as he held my cock in between his teeth.

He sat up and lay on top of me, pinned me down with his arms under his muscular body, and savagely kissed and caressed my face and neck with his lips and tongue.

"I need you" he whispered. His breath was hot on my neck. "I want you right now".

"I'm yours, take me" I whispered back, wrapping my hands around his neck, pulling him down so I could kiss him on the mouth.

We stayed like this for about five minutes, kissing and breathing each other. My heart pounded as our naked skin touched, our bodies becoming entwined.

His hands were all over me. They held my face, moved down my shoulders, down my sides. He roughly pulled me up, his hands on my back, and I leaned into him. His lips lingured on my neck, and I reached down and held his stiff member in my hands. I heard him inhale deeply. I made him lie down on his back again, and I sat on his stomach, knees bent on either side of his body. I held his wonderfully throbbing cock in my hands. Slowly and delibretly, I moved back, and slid his cock into my ass.

At first there was much pain, and I moaned. But my beloved took my hand and kissed my fingers as I began to move my entire backside up and down. I arched my back so he could penetrate deep inside of me, and we both let out gasps of pleasure simultaneously.

I placed my hands palms down on his chest. I could feel the beat of his heart, could feel his stomach rising with his breath. He opened his eyes, and stared into mine lovingly, as I rode on his cock, grinding my flesh against his.

I continued to bounce on his cock, until he sat up and I bent over on my knees. He kneeled behind me, and penetrated me from behind. He came at me swiftly and hard. He laid his hands on my back, and pulled my body to him. What I felt, all of the sensations were enormous. My whole body was on fire with pleasure, and I wanted to pull him deeper inside of me, so that he consumed me in my entirety, and we could be one.

We were both breathing deeply and rapidly. I could feel him pushing me down, and I gave in completley. I was lying on my back. I could feel the silky sheets underneath me, and I could feel his breath of my right shoulder. I turned my head, and we kissed. His hand came up, and gripped my face. I felt his hard, pulsating cock against my leg. I reached down and fondled it with my hand. He took my hand in his, and together we massaged his long rod, until he moaned one last time and I felt his thick warm cum on my leg. It shot onto my stomach and my own cock.

He grinned and forced his tongue into my mouth. He rolled over on top of me, and held both my wrists together with one hand. He massaged and fondled my still stiff rod until I too came into his hand.

He released my hands, and we both turned onto our sides, and held each other as our breathing became steady again. I ran my fingers over his sleek, sculpted back, up to his neck and strung my fingers through his hair. Again, we kissed, and held each other until we fell asleep, entangled in each others arms in the safety of darkness.