A LOVE STORY APPROPRIATE FOR VALENTINE’S DAY

BE CAREFUL WHO YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH

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By Kevin McLean

In matters of the heart it is very difficult to have complete control. In matters of lust, it is even more difficult to maintain control. 


Hemingway once said that “when the cock hardens the brain softens” and it rings true with me.

I met Anatol in one of my gay expeditions into the Miami bar jungles. He was there with some friends celebrating some dude’s birthday. When I first looked at him I was totally swept over with lust. He was not only beautiful but at 6’3” he had an imposing figure towering over everyone else.

I looked at his face and it was peaceful and handsome. His eyes were brown and his hair a dirty blond color cropped short. I notice things right away, small details like he had a trace of an accent. His English was too well enunciated to be that of an American.

“Hi, my name is Anatol”

“I’m Kevin”

His name was not what you might call ordinary garden variety American either. So the question begged: “where are you from Anatol?”

“I’m from Poland”

“Neat” I said, and in my mind I conjured up all these visions of fat, long and delicious Polish sausages and I don’t mean the edible kind. The big Polish cock has long been a characterization almost as much as the big black cocks.

I noticed that he towered at least three or four inches over me and that his arms and chest were very muscular. Then he asked me to dance. It was a slow dance and he took the lead. Fine with me, I like it when the guy takes the lead, it is an indication that he may be dominant, perhaps a top.

We were dancing and I was transported a little. It was almost magical as he was a good dancer and it sort of became second nature, my body was just melding into his movements, already surrendering myself to him even though he had not really come on to me.

But in the closeness of his embrace I could sense a very masculine scent, a smell of macho devoid of the artificial precautions and masking perfumes that most people use to hide their masculinity. He smelled wonderful, he was all male, testosterone was pouring from his pores and I was now beginning to desire him sexually.

I could feel his strength, the solid build on that imposing physique; I was then drawn to his face and when he said something, I pulled back a little and looked right into his soul. The brown eyes overtook my will and my resistance and then he kissed me. No, it was not a very short and “I’m interested in you” type of kiss. It was a deep, passionate and long kiss.

As one thing led to the next, Anatol told me in no uncertain terms that he wanted to make love to me and he even said that he would even do it right then and there in front of everybody, that is how much he wanted me. So I suggested we go to my house and since he didn’t drive (I found out later why) we went in my car.

The magic that was started at the bar when he took me in his arms while dancing and he kissed me continued; only now it was laden with the presage of love making, a total surrender on my part and I knew I was going o get fucked in the ass.

But before any of that happened, after the initial kiss when we arrived; Anatol took off his clothes and instructed me to do the same. He sat on the sofa about five feet away from me and began to do what I can only describe as a tease game.

Much to my surprise Anatol was devoid of any body hair; there were none on his chest or his armpits. When he took off his shorts there were no pubic hairs either. He had to either shave them or wax them but his body was out of this world and the macho scent as I said was incredibly alluring.

Anatol was an expert. He knew if he did this I would want him that much more and he was right. As he sat across from me I also started to take off my clothes. We would look at each other’s body with lust and desire. It was an introduction, a kind of prelude of bigger and better things to come.

Anatol was totally naked in front of me and already sporting a very respectable erection. He grabbed his cock and looked at me, looked at his cock and said: “come here, suck my dick” and I obeyed like a faithful dog, like the bitch that I am I was over there kneeling in front of this Polish god and down on his cock I went. It was big and uncut, beautiful and already oozing transparent pre-cum nectar. I licked that with my tongue and it tasted sweet. Then I engulfed the head with my mouth and proceeded to insert my tongue between his generous foreskin and the cock head.

I swallowed his whole cock even though it was big. I was able to get it past my throat and it felt like it was almost down my esophagus. I then applied the gargling technique and I thought Anatol was going to go through the roof. I knew then that he was going to give me his cum. 


His noises and sounds indicated to me that he was getting close to an orgasm. I didn’t want to rush things but in view of the fact that he was this hot, I increased the pace and sure enough, he started to make gurgling noises, low moans with that masculine voice of his, it was a series of unintelligible sounds, groans and grunts and the mother fucking dick just exploded like a Chinese firecracker. He came and came and it was all I could do to swallow as fast as I could in order to not waste any of his delicious man juice.

After that orgasm Anatol didn’t lose his erection but instead he pulled me up and kissed me in the most special way. There was a lot of tenderness and sweetness to his kiss. It was as if he knew that I had taken his masculine essence and consumed him. For me it was like I was a part of him and he a part of me. The kisses led to more love making and soon I found myself straddling the sofa with Anatol behind me pushing his cock inside my ass.

It wasn’t just that he was passionate, it wasn’t that he had a very large cock, it was the way he fucked me. There are some guys who fuck you and the only contact between you and them is the cock in the ass; but not with Anatol. He would be caressing my whole body with his hands, running them up and down my chest; he was nibbling on my neck, eating my armpits. Yes, Anatol also had an armpit fetish and since he has hardly any hairs under his arms, to him mine must have seemed like heaven.

The fucking was incredible. The way he moved and just hit the right spot made me cum twice without even touching myself and there was his hand cupping my cock as I shot my wad so that he would bring it up to his mouth and drink it then he would let me lick the rest. It was downright hot, sizzling sex.

When his powerful hands grabbed my hips and brought my whole body towards him as his cock penetrated deeper into my innermost places I thought I would die. It wasn’t pain, it was pure unadulterated pleasure. This fucking went on for almost an hour and finally Anatol was ready to shoot his wad again and he asked me if I wanted in my mouth or in my ass. I told him to cum inside my ass and he did.

After that, we became inseparable. We had a lot of things in common. He was much like me in that he liked sports and bungee jumping, water ski, camping, soccer and fishing. We would take weekends and go camping; we were at the beach a lot and dinners almost every day.
Anatol had come to the United States on a student visa. He was attending Northwestern but ran out of money. He had to drop out and work for a while but his visa expired and he stayed. He worked under the table as a waiter, house painter and now he was working for his brother in law who had a construction company. He lived in the back of their house in a small apartment over their garage.

As time wore on, Anatol was over my house more and more and finally I gave him a key. We were the perfect couple and I was falling in love with him. His sister knew he was gay but wanted to marry him off anyhow to an American citizen so he could get his green card.


That never happened. One day Anatol was stopped by the cops and they carried him off to the Krome Avenue concentration camp and I was able to go see him only once. The sons of bitches make it very difficult for any of their prisoners to have any visitors.

It was at that point that I realized how important it was for gay people to have the right to legal marriage. Had Anatol been married to me I would have been able to keep him here and who knows, perhaps we would still be together today.

They deported him back to Poland and I hear from him periodically. I have planned on a trip with a reunion of sorts in mind but after I had the trip all set up he wrote me an e-mail informing me that he had found somebody and that they were happy together.