series of diversions that night, and I kept trying to catch him with a free orifice, but never could. I had wanted him since the day I first saw him two years before the party, but somehow we just never seemed to connect. He was desired by all, both men and women; I was desired by very few. He was simply out of my league, and I knew that better than anyone.

To see him now, his handsome face inches from mine, to feel his breath hot upon me, and to see the merriment glinting in his hazel eyes, convinced me that I must have been dreaming. And yet – it seemed a most intense dream, for the weight on my bed was real, really heavy, and the bedsprings creaked as he moved, and as I raised my hand to stroke his cheek, his stubble felt rough and scratchy on my fingertips.

I had missed out years ago at the party, and I was not about to let that happen again. I pulled him down next to me and struggled out from under the light top sheet I had been sleeping under. I grinned back at him and kissed him on the tip of his nose and said, “Welcome back, stranger. I thought this would never happen.”

He grinned back and said, “Should have happened a long time ago – we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” With that, he reached both arms around me and pulled me close against him, his muscled chest rubbing against mine, and kissed me long and deep and hard and fervently, with tongue, like a man who has been starving for a kiss. I kissed him back just as fervently, and pressed myself just as tightly against his lean, lithe body, rubbing my hardening cock encased by my silk boxers against the rough denim of his tight jeans, where I could feel his own bulge growing. He rolled over on top of me, and I spread my legs so he slid down between my hot thighs, where his trim waist seemed to fit as perfectly as if made to be between my legs. He grabbed me with both of his strong, long-fingered hands on my head, and staring straight into my eyes, breathed huskily “Do you think I’m sexy?”

“Of course” I replied. “Everybody does – all the girls, and a lot of the guys, too.”

He shook my head, as if to pound it into the pillow, and groaned, “No – I don’t care what everybody else says – what do YOU say? Do YOU think I’m sexy? I know what they think – what do YOU think?”

“Do I think you’re sexy? You’re the sexiest, you’re the best, you’re – a god!” And at that moment, a flash of lightning seemed to go through the room, momentarily adding its glow to the sexual glow being generated. Brian kissed me again, deep and hard, and went for my neck, my shoulders, and then to both nipples. He licked and sucked each of them until they were standing