Have just got off the phone. My friend Larry's been telling me his life story, or at least the most interesting part of it. It got me really hot so I told him he should turn it into a short story and share it with others. He said he wasn't a writer and asked me to do it for him. So here goes. Of course I will try to remain as faithful as I can to the original even if I do elaborate a bit. I mean I do tend to wax lyrical sometimes. After all making love is poetry in fucking motion, isn't it?

What really appealed to me about the story is that it's an elevating lesson for us all. We've all been through it. We meet some great guy, sparks ignite, and then suddenly it's all over. Often we spend the rest of our lives cursing ourselves as we realize we had definitely connected but somehow missed the train. It takes a film like Serendipity to bring us to our senses but even then we don't quite believe it. Things like that only happen to other people not to us. Life sucks.

By now I suppose you've worked out for yourself that this is about some dumb guy that meets Mr. Right and then blows it. Then they kiss and make up and there's a happy ending more or less. Still, as you probably know, happiness is about the journey getting there and sometimes it can be a bumpy trip. That's what makes each individual story worth the telling.

This one's about a college stud that became an ice skater. Larry was your average mixed up kid. Going out with girls, balling boys and persuading himself that the latter was just a phase. He met Dennis in Sunday school when he was eighteen but they lost touch. They'd gotten on like a house on fire, had lots in common and swore to be bosom buddies. Then Larry's father got posted to another town and that was it. As Larry said, when someone slides easily into your life and then slides just as easily out, you think nothing more about it. When you're in your teens you're always looking ahead convinced that all the really exciting things are still to come. I mean at eighteen you don't exactly stop to think that maybe fate has already dealt you the winning card. So Larry fooled around and had a good time. He drove the girls, and quite a few boys, absolutely wild. I remember because I was one of them.

He was tall, good looking, excelled in sports, especially ice-skating and was soon the center of everybody's attention. His first real homosexual encounter came after he left college. It was with his skating teacher while the luscious lecher was ostensibly examining his leg for signs of a strained ligament. The experience kind of sealed him for life he said and although he continued to date girls, and eventually fell into the marriage trap, he kept coming back for more. The teacher was a muscular young guy himself. Larry told me he remembered admiring his body but not really having horny thoughts about it. That came later during the massage. The guy had strong but malleable hands and after a while Larry began to feel cold shivers creeping up his hot leg. He was only wearing a jock strap at the time and was very conscious of the huge boner that was deforming the front of it especially when the guy's hands got nearer and nearer his crotch. Then just as he thought his dick was going to burst through the cotton the guy bent down and began to wrap his mouth round Larry's mound.

"Man," he said, "he sucked my dick so good I thought I was going to dissolve into molecules. I soon started dribbling dream cream and came all over his face. He jossed me and said it was the best method for relaxing muscles he knew. Good for the skin too. He suggested I got under the hot shower to let the water penetrate my nerve endings. Instead he penetrated my butt. He was pretty rough with me but I didn't mind. By then I was super hot for him. My ass slathered all over him like soap. It hurt a bit but it sure felt great. I mean he sure wasn't doing anything I didn't want him to do."

Not a word was said about being gay. They were just letting off steam after a practice run. But over the next few weeks Larry soon worked up a lot of steam and kept making return visits to his friendly masseur. The guy would never let Larry kiss him though and he sure as hell wouldn't let him fuck him. That would mean a commitment. Anyway they weren't a couple of faggots. Just two guys letting off steam! Nothing wrong with that. But Larry began to spend less and less time with girls. Whenever they came on strong or paraded their hot little pussies in front of him he made up an excuse and said he was in training or something. Yet he didn't say that to the guy he met at the swimming pool or the one he felt up in the cinema. And he certainly didn't say it to the cute waiter who climbed into bed with him when he was on holiday with his folks in the south of France. That was probably Larry's hottest experience so far. They sucked and fucked all night and his parents were only next-door. The weird thing was that his mother complimented him on how relaxed he was looking. "You obviously needed a rest after all that training," she said.

He'd met the guy on the beach when he'd brought them drinks one afternoon. Larry wasn't able to say two words although that famous bulge began to appear in his swim trunks and spoke volumes for him. The waiter said he hoped they were all getting everything they wanted. But Larry knew he was addressing those words to him personally. He lay there wondering just how he was ever going to score with this cute guy. He'd forgotten the room number was on the chit. Everything is so easy when you're in a holiday hotel. Even if you are with your parents. So our Larry wasn't exactly a virgin when he bumped into Dennis again. It was at the airport. They had to get there that obligatory two hours before take off. Dennis was working as a flight attendant and was just going off duty. Larry hardly recognized him. In fact to tell the truth he'd been ogling this attractive twink who looked so snazzy in his uniform and it turned out to be Dennis.

It was Dennis who recognized him. They were overjoyed to see each other again and were soon chattering like sparrows. Larry introduced Dennis to his parents and asked if he could grab breakfast with him. Of course his unsuspecting parents agreed. Dennis whisked him off to a staff building nearby. It was where he and some of his colleagues went to rest up between flights. They each had their own cubicle. It never occurred to Larry to enquire where they were going. There was a kind of telepathic communication between them. They already thought as one. They both knew they couldn't wait to get each other's clothes off and make up for five years lost time. They almost swallowed each other whole as Dennis locked the door behind them and fucked like there was no tomorrow.

They didn't speak much. Time was precious but their bodies and their dicks spoke for them. An insatiable hunger hung between them which only sex could fill. But Larry was still too young to understand that this was love, not lust. He told me how they slipped effortlessly from one love position to another as if each of them knew what the other one wanted. Dennis wrapped himself tightly around him like a second skin, sat on his cock and fucked him hard as if to punish him for going away. Larry gave as good as he got and hit back by pounding Dennis with long powerful strokes. It was punishment but it was also pleasure. There were tears in both their eyes but they were tears of joy. Larry said that when he looked at Dennis and felt just how good his dick was feeling in his friend's ass and saw the expression on his face it was so sublime he wanted to stay in there forever. He'd never felt anything quite like it. He said their twin souls seemed soldered together and they climaxed like two birds flying with one set of wings. Then they collapsed on the bed, drank each other's cum cream and licked each other's lips.

By that time, I had quite a boner and was happy Larry was on the phone and couldn't see me. I played with myself as he continued the story and jerked off at the thought of those two guys making out. I didn't know Dennis but he sounded so hot I felt just as if I was fucking him myself. It transpires they got to the departure gate at the very last minute and, of course, once again couldn't say anything. Larry's parents were standing there anxiously waiting. So as they waved goodbye Larry thought he had lost him again. But he was handed a message on the plane. It didn't give an address but there was an e-mail number. Larry sighed with relief and stuffed it in his jacket and wouldn't you know his jerk of a mother sent the jacket to the cleaners when they got back home. As I said at the beginning of this story, life sucks sometimes.

Naturally, Larry tried to trace Dennis via the airlines but couldn't remember which airline he was working for and, to make matters worse, didn't even know his surname. Of course by then he knew what a jewel he'd lost. Still he consoled himself with the thought that one day he might get another chance to bump into Dennis again. Especially when he went on tour as a professional ice skater. He looked for him in every town he visited. But Dennis never contacted him. Larry had quite a successful career. His manager encouraged him to show off his spectacular body and he became know as "the torso in tights." It was a nice gimmick and he had a nice torso and also an original idea. Nobody had been brave or daring enough to do it before him.

Inevitably he ended up in a show called Ice Dream and spent most of his time touring. He sold himself a little bit up the river by marrying his manager's daughter but, as he said, he was tired and wanted to settle down. He looked for Dennis everywhere he went and in every guy he screwed. So it seemed only natural he should eventually give up and settle for a girl. He told me that he thought about Dennis even as he was saying, " I do" at the altar. Also he could have sworn he saw somebody, very similar to Dennis, dodge behind a tree when they came out of the church.

Another five years went by. Larry was alive, but not very well, and living in New York. His marriage was a disaster, as might only be expected. I mean when you're fucking your wife and keep seeing some guy's face in front of you it kinda shows. The same morning his divorce came through, he saw a newspaper ad for men's shaving lotion. The guy just had to be Dennis. Older and more self assured but definitely Dennis. This time Larry was determined to track him down. He contacted the perfume company and got the address of the agency. The model's name was Dennis Lattimer and he lived in Boston. Larry took the next flight to Boston and phoned Dennis's agent. Mr. Lattimer was on the west coast on a gig for at least five days. Larry flew to L.A. and found the location. All this time he hadn't stopped to think, "What if he isn't pleased to see me? What if he's deep into a relationship? What if he hates me for not contacting him?" All he could think of was that fate had been kind and dealt him a winning card once again. He was a man with a mission. He felt like Barbra Streisand tracking down Omar Sharif in Funny Girl. He was over the moon. And slightly out of his head in my opinion.

It was an external location and he could see Dennis from a distance. Obviously he couldn't approach him on the set so he got this great idea of looking for his trailer. He found it. The door wasn't locked. He went inside and waited. He was so exhausted after all the jet stops that he must have fallen asleep. The next thing he felt was someone's tears on his cheeks and someone's lips kissing his. He opened his eyes and, as they sing it in that film Strictly Ballroom, love was definitely in the air. To Larry's relief Dennis was more than pleased to see him. In fact, overwhelmed would be an understatement. They picked up where they'd left off five years earlier and fucked like ferrets before they even said hello. I felt myself grow hard again as Larry described the intimate horny details to me.

"We fucked each other senseless. He greeted my dick like a faithful puppy welcoming its master home and I licked the hell out of his too. It seemed as if we almost wanted to suck the juice out of each other to sustain us till the next separation. It took us quite a while to calm down and realize this was for keeps. Maybe we'd never made it to the matrimonial altar but we were nonetheless there worshipping each other at the altar of love. Past merged with present as I paid homage to his ass. My dick streamlined on in there like an aircraft sliding into its hangar. I changed gear with his long hairy legs and found myself back on the ice again giving a championship performance as I butt fucked him in mid air. We rose to such extraordinary sexual heights that all my images morphed into a shattering climax of broken ice and glass and scattered fuselage. We picked up the pieces gratefully and vowed we'd never tempt fate again."

Beginning of story.