From: diandrahollman@yahoo.com   
      
   Whoops...sorry, got a little distracted and forgot to   
   post the next part. I'll try not to let it happen   
   again. :)   
      
      
      
   I was in the middle of possibly the best wet dream I   
   had ever had. The mouth sucking me insistently was   
   hot, wet and felt so *real*. The tongue lapping at my   
   scrotum and slowly dragging up the underside of my   
   penis was driving me insane and I thrust my hips,   
   tying to get more of myself into that wonderful mouth.   
      
      
   I was still marveling at how realistic the dream was   
   when I tried to open my eyes and found them heavy with   
   sleep. I reached down instinctively to take care of   
   the inevitable morning erection and froze when I   
   encountered short, soft hair. I looked down, blinking   
   furiously to bring my vision into focus, and saw a   
   dark head bobbing over my groin and long, slender   
   hands anchoring my hips.   
      
   I let my head fall back on the pillow and gasped,   
   "Vaughn." He hummed an acknowledgment and I gasped as   
   I felt the vibrations on my cock. I tried to thrust my   
   hips up into his mouth but his firm grip prevented me   
   from succeeding. He continued to tease me until I was   
   fully awake and *very* aroused. I tugged at his hair   
   and said, "Stop...now...here." Obviously I was beyond   
   coherence...   
      
   He completely ignored me. I sat up suddenly on the   
   bed, dislodging him, and flipped him over onto his   
   back, pinning him down bodily. "I said stop," I gasped   
   into his smiling face.   
      
   "Pushy, aren't you," he asked, his eyebrow arching   
   slightly. Cocky little... I crushed his mouth with   
   mine, biting and sucking at his lips aggressively. He   
   made small, muffled sounds of pleasure and tried to   
   roll me onto my back.   
      
   I wrapped my hands around his wrists and pressed them   
   to the mattress above his head. I took a moment to   
   enjoy the surprised look on his face before I used my   
   knees to spread his legs. "My turn," I breathed. He'd   
   had his fun, now I was going to make *him* beg. I   
   managed to find his opening without a hand to guide   
   me. The muscles were still partially loose and dilated   
   from the night before. Thanks to that, and a   
   combination of his spit, my pre-ejaculate and the bit   
   of lube that had remained inside him, I was able to   
   slide right in more or less smoothly.   
      
   We had never forgone the use of condoms before, even   
   though we knew we were both clean since our jobs   
   require us to get routine physicals. It was an extra   
   precaution against possible urinary infections, but at   
   that moment, thanks to my one-track, lust-stupid   
   brain, I was willing to risk that. He gasped, looking   
   up at me in shock and, possibly, a hint of pain.   
      
   I started out slowly with long, steady thrusts, giving   
   him time to adjust to the feeling of fullness again.   
   He wrapped his legs around my waist as high as they   
   would go, which, really, was not very high at all.   
   Another thing I have learned about Vaughn: he's as   
   flexible as a two-by-four.   
      
   After a couple dozen strokes, he began writhing   
   beneath me, silently begging me to go faster by moving   
   his hips in his own rhythm. He made a high-pitched   
   groaning sound in frustration and tried to twist his   
   arms free. I tightened my grip further and plunged my   
   tongue into his mouth possessively. He gasped into my   
   mouth, stilling his movements complacently.   
      
   Then, without warning, I accelerated my pace, slamming   
   into him over and over. I kept my mouth pressed firmly   
   to his to swallow his scream as he catapulted over the   
   edge suddenly. I'd never seen him come that quickly   
   before. Judging by the surprised look on his face when   
   I pulled back, he hadn't expected it either. I kept   
   thrusting into him with the same intensity.   
      
   "God," he gasped, his hands clenching and relaxing   
   spasmodically, his face flushed. "What are you doing   
   to me?" I smiled at him, though in my aroused state it   
   probably looked more like a grimace. I had learned   
   from past experience that some men are just as capable   
   of multiple orgasms as women. While I had never tried   
   it with Vaughn before, it looked like he was one of   
   those men, although he himself seemed unaware of the   
   possibility. His still-hard length bounced against my   
   stomach with every thrust.   
      
   "It's okay," I encouraged. "Let it happen." I let go   
   of his arms to steady his trembling thighs and keep   
   his hips in position, but he didn't bring them down.   
   Instead, he reached for the headboard, clutching it   
   tightly as if he were trying to keep himself grounded.   
   His head moved from side to side listlessly, his eyes   
   open but unfocused. It only took a few more thrusts   
   before his eyes rolled back into his head, his jaw   
   falling slack. On the next in-stroke, his hips jerked   
   in my grasp and he gave a long, low cry as his semen   
   splashed over his stomach...again.   
      
   This time I let his clenching muscles pull me over   
   with him and he moaned as he felt my own hot semen   
   fill him. I managed to support myself on my elbows   
   above him long enough to pull out of him slowly,   
   hearing him whimper softly at the loss. Then I   
   collapsed on my side next to him as we both tried to   
   regain our breath.   
      
   I swirled two fingers through the wetness on his   
   abdomen, spreading it up over his smooth stomach and   
   muscular chest. He watched with heavy lids as I   
   circled my fingers around one nipple before making a   
   meandering path to the other and repeating the   
   actions.   
      
   Vaughn moaned breathily as I bent my head to trace the   
   same patterns with my tongue, lapping up the moisture.   
   I drew his nipples into my mouth one at a time,   
   sucking and nibbling at them until he began writhing   
   on the bed.   
      
   "Oh god," he gasped.   
      
   I chuckled softly. "You can call me Mulder."   
      
   He groaned and let his head fall to one side. "You're   
   gonna kill me one of these days," he groaned.   
      
   "Are you complaining," I asked with a smile.   
      
   He smiled back softly. "No...I guess not."   
      
   I was re-concentrating my efforts on his navel when   
   his stomach rumbled loudly. I chuckled and rolled off   
   him, climbing off the bed. I reached out a hand to   
   him.   
      
   "C'mon," I offered. "I'll help you find something to   
   eat."   
      
   **********   
      
   We managed to make it through dinner without any   
   trouble. And by "trouble" I mean "uncontrollable   
   erections and a violent need for me to throw him on   
   the table and fuck him until the tenants downstairs   
   complained about the noise". Which was amazing,   
   really, since neither of us had bothered to put any   
   clothes on and were therefore sitting across from each   
   other completely naked.   
      
   We talked about work mostly. I talked about some of   
   the most unusual cases I had been on and he talked   
   about some ancient philosopher/inventor who I was   
   surprised I had never heard of. It was nice. If not   
   for the lack of clothing, it would have simply   
   appeared to be a bonding experience between two close   
   friends.   
      
   "Can I ask you something," he asked tentatively as I   
   helped him clean up.   
      
   "Shoot."   
      
   "Do you ever regret it? Going into that bar...meeting   
   me...agreeing to come up to my room?"   
      
   I didn't answer right away. I just watched him. He was   
   standing at the sink, his back to me, his arms nearly   
   elbow-deep in soapy water. I leaned against the   
      
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