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Subject: Mr ’86’ and Me (5) This is a fictional story about this gorgeous man I had met on the Internet some time back. His name is Fran Dillon. He is from Spain. I mean a real luscious, rugged all male Spaniard. I mean he oozes sexuality. Body, cock smoldering looks I have chatted with this hunk online. But thats it. And as he lives in Spain any chance if my meeting him in real are slim to none. So this is only for a fantastic ‘what if’. To you Mr Dullon To everyone else. Enjoy. Mr ’86’ and Me (5) … Holy fuck” I crowed as I looked at him Fran had removed his shorts for me. Turning around on my screen to bend over and expose the most gorgeous ass I had ever seen. Rock solid and meaty butt cheeks that were a perfect bubble on his back side. My dick swell up fast at the sight of it. Fran turned around and looked to see my cock as it hardened. He smiled and held his own big uncut cock in hand. Then he pulled in his dick some too. “Yess. Very very nice” he said of me. “Let Fran see that cock” “Come on baby” So I did. I let go of my dick so he could see it as it stuck out from my crotch bush. He caressed at his big broad chest as he stroked himself. His hand moving up and down his dick. The head of his cock poking out if his foreskin. I was already licking at my lips as I gazed upon it. It was very meaty and delicious to look at. That hos cock that I wanted to wrap my lips around. “What a cock” I blurted out “Wish I could be there to have it” He sighed as his hand moved slowly on his big dick. Frans cock was also starting to swell up. It was utterly fantastic to watch as his cock grew. I was also Pulling on my own more as I gazed at him. His perfect form, face and everything was more delicious now as I was starting with this God man. It seemed better than images and videos somehow. I figured it was because he was private with me at the moment. No other person to distract kocaeli escort from our one on one. My eyes continued to roam all over him. Really not knowing where to stay. For even though this studs cock was a big hunk of flesh I wanted to devour. Even though I wanted to feast on the thickening club in his hand. On my knees and worshiping all that beautiful dick. My eyes still pulled up to his stunning body. Muscled and fur where it all should be. Meaty string pecs and arms. Then there was his gorgeous face. I couldn’t say much more about his face. Bearded and full kissable lips. “I so want him” I said to myself “I want every inch of you” “Soon baby” he said to me “Soon” So all there was at that moment was the view via screen as he was still thousands of miles away from me. So I had to enjoy this until I could actually touch this hot God of a man. And I did enjoy it. Immensely so. I was just dying to physically touch this guy. Getting my hands to roam over that muscular chest and arms. To run my fingers iver all the ripples of his body. Then down to his big dick and how heavy I just knew it would feel. “I want to feel that cock in my mouth” I said to him “To lick at the head of it” Then of course I asked when he would come over to the US. That i had to see him or go mad. He smiled and laughed a bit. Still saying that he would come. That maybe he would surprise me one day. And that talk excited me too. Imagining just sitting at hime and the door bell rings. And when I open it. This smoldering man is standing there just outside my door. Yeah I was horny for it, for him. More so than any man before him. I wanted to just lick each and every inch of his body. Top to bottom, front to back. “Awesome sexy” I said “I would love a surprise like you at my door” Well we played online for a but longer. Both of us getting off from viewing each others bodies, watching each kocaeli escort bayan other stroke out. Then blasting out nice creamy loads. “See you soon” he said “Back at you Fran” I replied “Back at you” This okay only a continued for several more months. Then I did not find him on for a few weeks. Not Skype, nothing. So I wondered where my hottest man had gone to But then I went to the original page where we met. Twitter. And that was where I saw him post a note saying he would be offline for a bit. That he was in vacation and heading to America. The post was 5 days old. “Shiit!” I crowed “He is coming here” “Oh my God yess” “I hope he comes to see me” “Like he said he would” So I waited to see if he would ring me or just show up like he said he would. He had all my info from one of our conversations. Then I remembered thay I too had his phone info. I had not even thought of that. To send him a message via text to see where he was. So I did “Hey Fran” I said “I see you are on vacation” “Hope to see you soon” It was all I sent. And i hoped that he would answer in a positive way. For after I sent it I wondered if I should have. Maybe he didn’t want me to bother him, I thought. Maybe he didn’t tell me because he didn’t want me to know. Whatever the case, I had sent a message in hopes he would be here. But thinking after that i would not het the chance to see him at all. Then his text came back through. I paused and took a breath as I read his message back to me. He said that he would not be in my area for a few days. That he was in New York right now.so but that he was making plans to come see me.his that he was going to just show up at my door. “Awe fuckk!” I huffed at myself “He was going to surprise me” “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” I thumped my hand to my head in disgust of my idiot behavior. Then i pondered that now he may not come after all, especially since izmit escort I ruined his plan. “Okay. Cool” I sent back trying to deflect from my error. I went back to my regular schedule. Keeping the hope that Fran would show up at my door. Hoping I would get a knock one night as I was sitting around in my living room doing nothing. Then it did happen. I was just sitting there in my sweats one evening after a long day at work. I had finished eating dinner and was sitting down in front of the TV just watching a prime time show. Enjoying a nother glass if wine as I sat there. I was going to watch a bit more TV then I would go to bed. And I was even sitting there yawning as I stared at the Tv aimlessly. “Hmm. Maybe should hit the bed” I said “Tired” So i got up and drank the last if the wine from my glass. I clicked off the television and then took the glass to the kitchen to put in the dishwasher. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was almost 9. I yawned again and then headed through my apartment towards the bedroom. I was down the hall when i heard the doorbell. Stopping for a moment to listen as I was no sure that I t was a real doorbell. It was late after all. Then I heard my phone go off. It was my notification sound. I realized my phone was in the living room and went to go get it. Then the doorbell went off again. “Shit” I said as I grabbed my phone “Who the..” I was about to get pisses off at the annoyance if someone knocking at my door so late. But that was when I looked at my phone. I had received a text. I looked at it and saw it was from Fran, the gorgeous Spaniard from Twitter. “Surprise!” It said with a smiley face attached It rook me but a millisecond to get why he sent that. He was here. Fran was here at my door. I hear fell over as I rushed to the door. I stopped at it and checked myself. I was in my sweats and a ratty t-shirt as I was ready fir bed. I looked like shit, but I did not want to keep this stud waiting. I opened the door and there he stood. The beyond gorgeous Fran at my door. My mouth hung open as I gazed at the stunning man before me… To be continued

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