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I remember in clear detail the feelings I had when I first saw his face. He had sent me a photo of himself and when I saw him grinning back at me I knew I was in trouble. He has a devilishly handsome face and a way of carrying himself that speaks volumes to the observant eye. His picture told me what I already knew in that he is shy and unsure of himself, covering it all very well with a confident air that would fool most people because they wouldn't take the time to notice anything other than the obvious. What I didn't expect to see was a strikingly handsome man, and was therefore shocked and delighted at the same time. It is an unspoken yet understood truth that the people you meet over the Internet are never what you imagine them to be. That's the beauty of the Internet, really, because you can be anyone you want to be, including the "real" you, without fears or judgments. We had been chatting for a long time before I saw his picture and I considered him as close a friend as one can expect to have over a computer line, but it wasn't until I saw his face did I start to think differently about my new friend. Of course the obvious reason for my new interest was his lean body and handsome face, but it went deeper than that. It was the look in his eyes that stopped me cold that day. I knew that look. It is a look that I've spent most of my life trying to hide. A look that says pain, heartache, sadness and confusion, but most of all it says I have a secret. I don't remember really how our relationship progressed from there, just that we became very close and ultimately fell in love. Many people will scoff at the idea of love via the Internet and I would have, too, had it not happened to me. I related to him in so many ways and on so many levels that I couldn't imagine a life without him, even if that meant only knowing him through text on a screen. I hear a noise behind me and am soon graced with that very same devilishly handsome face smiling down at me and offering me a steaming cup of coffee. Having been lost in the memory of how we got to this point I am again stunned to see him standing there. He takes his place on the swinging bench beside me, and covers himself in the blanket we share. I watch him in profile and try to decide which view I admire more, his face or the scenic mountain view that he's taking in. We'd talked about the day we'd finally meet for years. I had always heard about romantic cabins in remote areas of the North Carolina mountains where a couple could go when they wanted complete privacy. Everything I had ever heard was true. The cabin we rented is well off the beaten path and so private that we haven't seen another person for days. Our view is spectacular and with a fireplace, big comfortable bed and well-stocked pantry; we couldn't have asked for a more perfect place to stay. Having talked nonstop on the long drive from Ft Lauderdale to the cabin, and then making love all through the night in an attempt to satisfy long overdue desires, we spent the next few days settling into a comfortable relationship where unspoken emotions are understood and lovemaking is slow, passionate and tender. As I snuggle closer to him and feel his warmth, I allow my hand to roam over his chest and abs, pulling him closer to me as if that simple act will somehow meld us into one entity. I kiss his shoulder and then his neck and finally his soft lips as we both feel that familiar heat beginning between us. My hand slides further down his abs and I feel his cock rising to the occasion. I duck my head under the blanket and take his manhood in my mouth, sucking slowly at first, licking along its length and stroking him. I take his balls in my hand and roll them around as I work his tool, and he moans his approval. I take him deep into my throat until his pubes are tickling my nose and I hold him there, enjoying the feeling of my lover's cock inside me before starting long deep strokes in and out of my mouth. He runs his fingers through my hair as I suck him off and he pulls the blanket off us, adding the cold mountain air to the mix. Briefly forgetting that we are on a swing, he stretches to get into an awkward 69 position, eager to have me in his mouth. The action causes the swing to tip and throws us both to the hard wood floor below. Almost as if nothing happened, I go back to work on his cock as he begins licking and sucking on mine. The feeling of his hot wet lips on my cock and the cold that I feel when he's not, send me into a frenzy and before long we are like animals clawing and moaning, sucking for all we're worth. I roll over on top of him and begin fucking his mouth with long deep strokes as I take his hot hard cock to its root with each stroke. He rolls us again and I find myself on the receiving end, taking his cock as deep as he can feed it to me, as he fucks my face like a man possessed. I grab his ass cheeks and pull him harder and faster into my mouth toward my ultimate reward. The intensity is too much for him and he buries my cock deep in his throat as he groans loudly and spews jet after jet of white hot cum down my throat. I pull him hard into my throat and hold him there as I begin pumping my own seed into his mouth. Spent, we lay holding each other around the waist until the reality of the cold sends us to the warmth of the cabin. He is walking toward the bed when I gently take his hand and lead him to the bathroom and ultimately to the shower. The cabin, having been designed solely for romantic weekends away, was equipped with an oversized shower stall and four showerheads. Steam envelopes us and we are pummeled by jets of hot water as we come together in loving embrace getting lost in each other's arms as we lather ourselves. He scrubs my back and begins massaging my shoulders, allowing his hands to come forward and caress my chest from time to time. I can feel his manhood pressing against me from behind, growing hard again. I grind my ass gently into his crotch and lay my head back against his shoulder. He pulls me tight against his chest and massages my chest, kissing my neck and working his hands ever closer to my throbbing dick. His left hand fondles my cock and balls as he bends me slightly and begins probing my ass with the fingers of his right hand. I lean against the tile of the shower wall and let the hot water cascade over my head as he begins pushing his swollen member into me. He eases into my hot ass slowly until his entire length is buried deep inside me. I sigh contentedly, loving every hard inch he's giving me. He kisses my shoulder and begins fucking me long and slow, picking up his pace as he goes. The longer he fucks me, the faster and harder it gets until finally he grabs me by the waist, pulling me to meet each of his thrusts and I bend over further to be able to reach his balls as they slap against my ass. We are both yelling and grunting in an animal frenzy as he hammers my ass and pulls me back for another hit. I am driven over the edge as my vision blurs and I begin shooting my jism all over my own face and the shower floor. He stops the assault on my ass, stands me up on weak legs and gives me a knowing wink. He lowers me to the shower floor, he atop me. With a wicked grin and a look of unbridled desire, he brings my legs up to rest on his shoulders and enters my exposed ass with one quick thrust of his hips. I struggle to breathe as he resumes his assault on my ass and water cascades off him and into my face. As he maintains this pace for what seems like hours, I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight as he fucks me, begging him to fuck me harder and telling him how much I love him. He looks in my eyes and smiles as my entire body is racked by another powerful orgasm and I begin shooting hot cum all over my chest and abs. I'm trembling and weak as he lifts me from the floor and half carries me out of the shower to the bedroom where we fall, dripping wet, onto the overstuffed bed. I pull him to me once again, kissing his face, neck and shoulder as he once again slides his hot cock into me. I wrap my legs around his waist and ride him as he fucks me slowly this time, with a loving touch. He whispers in my ear that he wants to cum and I beg him to let me have all of it. With that, he removes himself from my ass and begins shooting long ropes of his hot load all over my abs, chest and face before collapsing on top of me. As I drift off to sleep with him breathing deeply in my arms and our juices between us, I can't help but remember that moment so long ago when I first saw his face and wondered if my life would ever be the same... and how completely happy I am that it's not. I love you, Mike. Like my story? Let me know! PrvtScott@hotmail.com