Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2012 14:13:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wade Wright <wadewrightaz@yahoo.com>
Subject: A 'JB Card' Guy Chapter 1

			      A `JB Card' Guy

			      By: Wade Wright

		    Chapter One:  Describing JB to Mike


	"Oh my God Stu, you've got one of those JB cards!?"

	"Yeah, I do!"

	"Stu, you're a straight guy!  Stu I've heard of a number of guys
that have been given those JB cards before, but all of the guys that I've
heard about were gay guys!  Stu how in the hell did you get it and did you
use it?"

	"Hey Mike, I'll tell you, if you will swear on a stack of bibles
that you will not tell anybody else!  I'm serious man!  This is totally
between you and me, understand?  I know you've got a lot of gay friends,
and I'm serious, I don't want it spread around that I was one of the JB
card guys, and that I've got one!  Understand?"

	"Yeah Stu, I do! Yeah, I do understand, but please, please tell me
about it, and how you got one!  Please Stu!"

	"Well, about two or three months ago I was over at that Denny's on
Bricker Street about 2:00 in the afternoon having a late lunch and this guy
came in and sat beside me.  I was at the counter and it sure wasn't crowded
at that time, but he sat right beside me."

	"Stu, is this the black guy?  Was it JB?"

	"Yeah it was.  Of course at that time I didn't know anything about
him or his "JB workout cards," but anyway he ordered and then we just kind
of started talking.  Nothing real specific, just general stuff until he
started asking me if I was in athletics.  He made some nice comments about
me being in shape, and of course I returned the comments since he really is
built like a fucking muscular brick shit house.  We both just ate and kind
of talked a little more and since I was done before he was, I started to
leave, but then he said "Hey wait a minute."

	"He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a business card,
turned it over and wrote "JB" on the back of it.  Then he told me that he
owned a workout gym, the address was on the front, and that he'd give me a
special introductory session if I'd call ahead of time, tell the person
that answers the phone that I have a "JB" card and would like to make an
appointment.  He told me that I had to specify that I had a "JB" card.  I
kind of just looked at it, told him "Thanks," and I left.  I really didn't
think too much about it.  I figured it was probably just a sales gimmick.
Some way to get guys into his gym."

	"About a week later I found that card in my wallet and so I
decided, "Hey a free work out session, I'll go for it."  I figured that I
was strong enough and man enough that when I got hit with the sales pitch,
I'd just keep telling them I'm not interested.  I called the phone number
and some guy answered.  I told him who I was, and that I had a JB card.
Man did his attitude change!  At first he was real -- well, kind of
business like, but then all of a sudden he got much more friendly.  So
anyway the guy on the phone, then handed the phone to this JB guy and we
set up an appointment for that following Wednesday evening at about 7:30 in
the evening."

	"Did he tell you anything special about coming in for the
appointment or anything at that time?"

	"No, he just told me to be sure and bring that card with me.  Oh
yeah, he did tell me that they would provide the workout clothes, so I did
not need to bring any.  I thought, wow-pretty classy!  He told me to show
up there at 7:30.  So I did!"

	"Oh shit Stu, what happened?  I've heard about JB and his place
before, what in the hell happened?"

	"Well, I got there and went up to the desk.  I told the guy behind
the desk who I was and I handed him the card.  All of a sudden, he kind of
perked up.  I don't think he was the same guy that I had talked to on the
phone, didn't sound like it anyway, but as soon as he knew I had a JB card,
he perked up too!  He told me to, "Hang tight, JB will be right out."

	"I only waited about probably 30 seconds and JB came out and
greeted me.  He looked totally different than he did in Denny's.  In
Denny's he was all dressed up in casual dress clothes.  Nice pullover shirt
and some expensive looking dress slacks, but in the gym he looked like a
stick of dynamite that could explode all over the place.  My God Mike, he
had more fucking muscles on him than I even knew men had!  I fucking almost
fainted when he came out in his almost ten inch long, skin tight shorts,
and his dick of death showing through the fabric, and his matching tank
top, that I swear some five year old kid could wear when it's back to it's
normal size.  Beautiful, beautiful light mahogany skin, especially against
that white fabric.  He's 38, he stands right at about six foot tall, has a
chest of probably about 50 inches or more -- I'm not good at judging
measurements when I'm all shook -- and a waist that I know is no more, than
probably 31 or 32 inches.  Legs of fucking steel!  How in the hell this man
ever got a body like this, I will never understand!  He definitely was not
one of the drug guys.  I've seen a number of them, the ones that took
steroids to gain muscle, and none of them ever ended up looking this damn
hot!  I know!  I know it!  I'm straight and I'm not supposed to get all hot
over some other guy, but seriously if you had seen him, you would have been
creaming too.  Oh -- well of course you would have!  You're gay!  Forgot!
Kind of forgot that for a moment, there!"

	"Oh my God Stu, you have got me so damn hot just imagining this
guy.  You're a straight guy and if you got all that flustered over him, he
had to be one hot fucking stud!  Come on man, come on tell me what in the
hell happened?"

	"He came over, we shook hands, he told me he was glad that I
accepted his invitation to come in for a workout, and then we went back
into the door that he had just come out of.  I thought for sure that he'd
take me on a tour of the gym to show me all of it so he or one of the other
guys could make the sales pitch, but he didn't.  The other thing that I did
kind of notice when he came out to greet me was the other guy stood there
and held that door open.  At that time I didn't think too much about it,
but now I know why.  It locks automatically when it closes, and this way JB
did not need to unlock it when we went in.  Doesn't lock on the inside, you
can open it from the inside, but to get through it from the front desk
area, you need a key.  Found all that out later!"

	"Oh my God Stu!  Hurry up man, I'm about ready to go crazy here!
What in the hell happened next?  Oh God man, I've heard of this guy before!
Tell me!  Tell me what in the hell happened!  I gotta hear it from somebody
that was actually there, and not just telling what somebody else said."

	"Well, actually not too much at first.  We went into this really
nicely furnished room that had a massage table, a weight bench, a scales,
some other just normal type of office and setting room furniture, and then
he just stepped back and kind of looked at me.  He told me that I did have
a very nice body, and he asked me how old I was.  I told him I was 36.  He
said, "Wow for a guy 36 you sure do look more like you should be about
maybe 24 or 25.  You must work out a lot!"

	"I told him that actually no, not so much anymore, but used to work
out quite a bit. Then he turned and pulled out a real small pair of
stretchy latex type of shorts out of a cabinet, handed them to me and told
me to strip everything else off, and to put them on so that he could take
some "before" photo shots.  He explained that he kept "before" shots of all
of his customers, so that as time went on, they could see the improvements
that were made."

	"Well, once again I thought, "No, no big man!  I'm not paying for
any gym membership!  I didn't tell him that, I figured his film was his
expense, not mine!  I did not ask for pictures."

	"So anyway, he told me that I could fold my shirt and shorts and
put them over there on "that table."  I undressed just like in some locker
room.  JB just stood there and waited.  He did kind of look at me, but I
never really felt like he was gawking or anything.  I just thought it was
just a little funny that I was undressing in there and not in some locker
room.  But I did it, and managed to pull these tiny little stretch shorts
up and over my butt.  After I finally got them on, then I realized that
they were the same type that JB had on too.  The ones that I thought maybe
were really kind of small.  Well -- guess what!  I thought his dick showed
through his shorts.  Well, so did mine!  In a big way.  I think it made it
look bigger than it actually is.  At first I was kind of maybe a little
embarrassed about it, but then I thought, "Oh hell!  His dick sure is
showing a hell of a lot more than mine -- look at the head of his dick
showing itself so proudly!"

	"Oh my God Stu.  I am about to fucking faint!  Stu this is better
than any fucking porno film I've ever seen.  Keep it up man, tell me more.
I've heard about this guy and his JB "passes" but you are the first guy
that I have ever talked to that actually got one!  And you're a straight
guy!  Stu, you are one of the 'main' men if you got a JB card!  Shit man,
what happened.  I want to hear it from the horse's mouth.  I've been told
by so many guys about this "other guy" that got a JB card, but you are the
first one that I've talked to that actually got one!  Stu, come on, more
man, more!"

	"Well, I put the shorts on, and JB got out a camera and started
taking some shots.  Some rather normal type of shots, but some that I did
kind of wonder about.  Some up real close to my chest, some close up of my
biceps, some of my calves and a couple that I know damn well were directly
aimed at my dick.  I kind of think I was supposed to just think it was a
full length front shot, but I've been around cameras enough to recognize a
telephoto lens when I see one.  I did find out later it was a direct cock
shot, but at that time, I'm not so sure I was supposed to know it.  It was
one of those new lenses that is real little and does not really look like a
telephoto."

	"Stu, how did you find out later it was a direct shot?"

	"Oh he eventually showed me all of the shots, but that was much
later!"

	"OK, the shots!  Then what happened?"

	"He suggested that he weigh me and asked me to step up on the
scales.  Pretty normal again, except I did feel like he was "right there"
when he reached up to adjust the slide thing on the scales.  The way he
stood behind me and reached around me, his arm pit was right beside my
face!  That was really the first time that I got a real good whiff of his
body.  Do not know if he had something special on his skin or not, but if
not, he was one hot smelling man.  I've been around black men before, but
none of them smelled like this man did.  I almost sunk to my knees when I
got that first whiff!  Damn man, he smelled good.  I don't know -- maybe
his skimpy clothes and all of his muscles, plus the fact that I was hardly
wearing anything, and what I did have on was totally skin tight, was part
of it.  Maybe I was just starting to loosen up some.  I don't know, but I
do remember him standing there right up beside me, his arm reached around
me, and me trying to take another whiff of his body.  Man, until that time,
I had never thought about me and maybe some other guy doing anything
together, but right then, I was starting to wonder about myself.  I was
standing there, smelling his arm pits.  And I could feel his big boner
rubbing up against my ass, while he was weighing me, and reaching around
me."

	"Oh shit man!  Stu, was he turning you on?"

	"Mike, I made you swear that you would never tell anybody about
this, remember?  This was at his place of business, so don't you dare tell
anybody, or we could be getting his gym in trouble.  Remember, you swore!"

	"Yeah Stu, yeah I do!  I promise I will not tell anybody, anything!
Stu, was he turning you on?"

	"Yeah, I guess maybe he was.  At that time, I don't think I would
have said so, but now, yeah I guess maybe so."

	"Oh God Stu, of all men, I never thought I'd ever hear you say that
some other guy kind of turned you on!  Oh man -- oh this is great!"

	"Mike -- you promised, remember?  I'm telling you -- but if you so
much as utter a word, I will fucking kill you!  I'm serious man!"

	 "Come on Stu, trust me, man!  I'm not going to tell anybody!
Honest!  come on man, you have got to tell me.  I've heard of this guy from
about five or six guys before, but they were not the guys that got the
card!  You are a JB `card guy,' tell me more!"

	"Well, after he weighted me, then he asked if I'd like to have a
miniature massage, to just let me know that he was a licensed masseur, and
to let me have just a sample of what I could expect when I came in.  I
figured, free, why not."

	"So he had me get on the massage table, and he started some really
very comfortable massaging.  He does know how to give a massage.  Actually,
now that I look back at it, I do now know that it was a little more than
the normal.  This one included some real tender touching, much more so than
a normal massage, and I do admit that I have never had a masseur that laid
his face down on me and rubbed my gut with his face.  I did not object!
Hell no!  That actually felt better than getting it rubbed with hands.
Different, I agree, but damn it felt good!  I did not tell him to stop!  He
rubbed, well I should say, he massaged my entire body in such a way that if
I had been told that I owed him a hundred bucks when he was done, I'd have
gladly paid him.  Man, what a session!"

	"Stu!  He actually rubbed your gut with his face?  He laid his face
down on your stomach and massaged it with his face?"

	"Yeah, yes he did!  And Mike, if you ever get a chance to get a
massage that way, go for it.  I don't think it would work so well with a
lady masseur since she doesn't have -- or had better not have -- any beard
stubble!  Man, that felt like gold and diamonds to me!"

	"Oh shit man!  Stu you are a straight guy.  Why in the hell does
this get to happen to you, instead of some of drag queen like me?  Oh shit
man, that had to be hot!"

	"Hey Mike, don't refer to yourself as some old drag queen.  You
certainly are not some old drag queen.  I'm sure that if you and that hot
body of yours had been in that Denny's that day, I'm sure you would have
been the one getting the JB card.  You're hot man.  You damn well know
that!  Every time I see you, you've got a new guy on your arm, so you must
be doing OK for yourself as it is, right?"

	 "Yeah, I guess so Stu, but shit man!  From what you are telling me
about your little "work out session" with Mr. JB, I'm fucking jealous and
not afraid to admit it!  OK so he rubbed his face on your gut, then what
happened?  Oh God, I cannot believe this!"

	"He had me roll over, and he did my back side."

	"Oh shit man!  What do you mean he did your back side?  Stu -- what
do you mean by that?"

	"Mike, I'm warning you!  I'm telling you stuff that I swore to
myself that I'd never admit, even in a court of law, so if you ever open
your mouth to anybody----!"

	"Honest Stu, I swear I won't tell a sole!  Really I won't!"

	"Well, at first he just rubbed it.  My neck, my shoulders, down my
back, my waist, my butt, down my legs, my feet and then kind of pulled on
my toes before he stuck some in his mouth and sucked on them.  Oh my God
Mike, have you ever had anybody suck on your toes!  I almost floated off
into heaven.  I had never, and I do mean never felt anything like that
before!  Oh shit man, I was in heaven."

	"Oh God Stu, I am about to cum!  You are getting me so fucking hot,
I'm about to cum!"

	"Hey Mike, it's just you and me here.  It's dark, all of the other
campsites are off over there some, so if you want to jerk it and let the
old stuff fly, do it.  I sure as the hell could care less.  Just don't
shoot all over the groceries.  When I have breakfast in the morning, I
really don't want to be eating any of your cum."

	"Oh God Stu, I'm just about ready to do that man!  I am so fucking
hot from listening to this!"

	"Then do it man, because you ain't heard nothing yet!  Get it out
man!  Jerk it off.  I've seen a hell of a lot bigger dick than that one, so
it sure as the hell will not scare me any!"

	"Stu, what dick?  What are you saying man?  Who's dick are you
talking about?  Stu, are you talking about JB's?  Oh my God Stu, did you
see JB's dick?"

	"Hey man, he had me on the massage table, on my stomach, he was
rubbing me all over, and using some really nice warm oil on me, and after
he sucked on all of my toes, then he moved back up toward my body.  He had
heard me moaning when he was sucking on my toes.  He knew damn well that I
was in heaven.  And I was!  Totally!  He was down at the end of the table,
and was reaching up toward my back.  He rubbed it and my waist, and then he
slid his fingers in the top of my shorts.  In my complete, "out of normal
mind state," I just laid there and let him pull `em down.  At first he just
pulled them down off of my butt.  I felt him kind of jump up on the table,
and then I felt his whiskers on my butt.  He was doing my butt like he had
done my gut.  Damn man, I know now why God gave man a beard!  What a
fucking unbelievable feeling!  I, of course, had never had anybody massage
my ass before, and then to get it face rubbed too, shit man, I did not want
him to stop.  Mike, I admit, but if you so much as ever ------, yeah, I got
a hard-on!  Yeah, I'm not really sure just when I got it.  I do know that
before I rolled over, when he was rubbing my gut with his face, once his
face touched it, I remember it was kind of hard then.  In fact I do
remember, it got harder when his face hit it!  Now I really don't think,
well hell, I know his face hitting it was no mistake!  That was very well
planned.  I think this guy has had a lot of practice!"

	As Stu started telling about JB being on his ass with his whiskers,
taking Stu's suggestion as a total "OK," Mike pulled down his cut-offs, and
while he was jerking on his meat, he was looking at Stu, and said, "I'm
sorry man, but I've got to let it fly!  I can not hold it any longer.  What
in the hell happened then?  JB's got your ass around his face and then what
in the hell happened?"

	"Well, actually he didn't really have my ass around his face --
yet!  First he turned me from some stiff manly stud type of a guy, into
some little warm puppy doggie that wanted all of the loving that I could
get!  He had his hands all over me and his face in spaces I did not even
know I had.  Mike, he was in total domination of me right then!  Yeah -- I
admit it!  I know that is something that some guy like me should never
admit, but it was true!  That man had skills that I did not know existed.
There was no way when I went into that place that night, that I ever
thought, in my wildest dreams, that I would ever let some man touch me and
do things to me like he ended up doing to me that night!"

	Mike was hearing more than his nerve system could control, and as
he sat there and jerked on his meat, he said, "Oh shit man!  Stu, no man
should ever get to experience what you did, unless of course, it's me, and
damn it, sure as hell no straight guy!  Damn, why in the hell you, and not
me?  What else did he do?  Damn, I'm so fucking mad that it was you, and
not me!  Oh shit man, what else did he do?"

	"He kind of loved on my ass with his face and whiskers for a
little, then I felt him slide back and stand back up, at the end of the
table.  He reached up and took my shorts off the rest of the way.  Yeah --
I had a hard-on, and I had to move it out of the way so he could pull those
shorts off.  I heard him doing something when I was kind of lying back
down, and I looked back and saw him taking his shorts off!  Oh my God Mike,
I almost screamed!  He had a hard-on too!  Oh shit man, if JB is kind of
`heard about' around town, I sure as the hell understand why!  Mike that
man has got a fucking baseball bat for a dick!  I thought it looked big
when he had his shorts on and it was showing through, but Oh my God man,
when it is sticking out in front and fully hard, it is a fucking monster!
Mike, I don't think some horses have dicks that fucking big!"

	"Oh God man!  Oh Stu, I'm cumin man!  I've got to shoot man!  I've
got to shoot!"

	"Hey, like I said earlier Mike, let it fly, just miss the
groceries.  We've got another two days here, and I intend to eat!"

	Mike stood up, jerked on his rod about three short pulls and all of
a sudden it shot!  "Oh man!  Oh Stu I can not believe you have gotten me so
fucking hot with you just telling me about that guy that I've had to shoot
off!  God I'm glad it's OK with you that I did this!  Oh man, I needed
that!"

	"Hey Mike.  Never seen you shoot off before.  You still do a pretty
good shot for some guy that fucks an ass every night!"

	"Yeah -- right!  If my sex life was nearly as active as you think
it is, I would be one happy camper! But reality is -- I'm not getting it as
nearly as often as you think!  OK, forget my sex, let's get back to you and
JB and his bat!  Did you feel it?  What did it feel like?"

	"Oh yeah, I felt it!  And Mike, I kind of think maybe I felt it in
places that you cannot imagine.  Someplace where I never thought I'd ever
feel anything."

	"Oh my God Stu, did he fuck your ass!?"

	 "Well, not right away he didn't!  When I saw that damn thing, I
jumped up off of that damn table!  I was getting ready to get the hell out
of there!"

	"Oh shit man, what in the hell did you do?"

	"Mike, I told you that this man has powers that I did not know
anybody had.  He was so calm.  He was so loving!  He told me that maybe
what I had just seen was maybe a little more than I had ever seen before,
but he acted like it was nothing, and he just calmed me down and told me
that everything was OK.  He sat beside me on the table and we talked.  We
talked for quite awhile, and he continued to rub me, and make me feel real
good again, and then he took my hand and moved it over onto his rod.  Mike,
honestly I could not get my hand closed around it.  Honestly it was as
thick as a beer can, and almost twice as long.  What a fucking hang of
meat!  No wonder it showed so much when he had his shorts on.  Hell, I'm
surprised it did not show like that when he had his dress slacks on.  Mike,
some sausages they sell in the meat department are not that damn big!  You
know I've always heard that black guys have bigger dicks than us white
guys.  Well, if they average them, and they include JB in the measuring and
the averaging, then there can be a lot of black men with little dicks,
cause JB makes the averages go way up!  Just having his dick included makes
up for a hell of a lot of little dicks, if there are any!"

	"Stu what did he do with that dick?  Did he fuck you?  Did you get
fucked by him?"

	"Mike, I swear if I ever hear that you told anybody -- I swear I
will kill you -- but yeah, he did!  Yeah, I got fucked!  Don't you ever
tell anybody that I told you that!  I'm being honest with you, but if you
ever ---!"

	 "Stu, never!  Never! I swear, but man I have got to find out how
in the hell he managed to fuck you with that big of a stick.  I mean,
you've never been fucked before -- have you?"

	"No, hell no!  No man, I've never played around with any guy
before.  Don't you remember that time when you tried to get me to play with
you and I refused?  Shit no man, I've never been fucked, well -- until that
night!"

	"Yeah, but that time when I tried to get in your pants was what,
probably ten years ago?  Men change!  I thought maybe you found some new
stuff since you and Amy got divorced.  I thought -- hey, maybe he has
finally found the way, the right way!"

	"Yeah, I will admit that session with JB was definitely something
different, but just because I did kind of enjoy the something different,
does that mean I've changed?  Just spreading my wings a little as they say.
Besides, when I went to that guy, I thought it was just to see the guy and
do a work out.  I would not have gone if I had known what was really up!
With a dick that damn big, I now understand why JB tricks guys into coming
into the gym.  Hell, if they felt or saw that thing, and they could run
away from it, they'd run.  Doing it the way he does, he's kind of got them
a little trapped, and then he can have his way.  He's real calm and caring
in there, and I'm starting to figure out that probably the majority of the
guys he gets in there are actually straight guys."

	"So I assume he had his way with you!  He fucked you, right?  You
got fucked, right?  You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

	"Yeah, he fucked me, but that was because I decided I wanted to see
what it felt like.  Got to remember, I'd never done anything like that
before."

	"But my God Stu.  Getting fucked with a dick that size for the
first time you get fucked?  You out of your mind?  Didn't that just about
tear your ass up when he put it up in you?  Didn't it hurt?"

	"Mike, like I said.  This guy has got powers that I never knew
anybody had.  Yeah -- yeah, I admit that, at first, I did not even want to
think about it.  Well, hell, at first I did not even know there would be
anything like this happening, or I would not have been there!  When he put
my hand on it, it felt kind of good to me!  I had never felt some other
guy's cock before, and it felt kind of warm.  He helped me pet it.  When I
did, it jerked and jumped, well like ours do, but with the size of his, it
was big jerks and jumps.  We sat there for quite awhile and he rubbed mine
and I rubbed his.  Then he had me lie back down on the table and he told me
that he wanted to finger my ass some.  He kept telling me that nothing was
going to happen unless I wanted it.  Boy!  Did he have a way of making a
guy want it!  Yeah -- no fucking my ass -- unless I wanted it -- and after
he had my ass hole completely opened by sticking his fingers up in there
and playing around, of course I wanted it!  Hell, he had my asshole hungry,
man.  Mike, I think this guy could make any guy's asshole hungry if he's
got the place and the time.  He sure did mine, and I've always been the
kind of a guy that wonders just why you guys wanted to play with each
other.  I never thought I've have some guy sticking his cock up in my ass,
but it happened.  Mike, I'm telling you that guy has powers that I never
knew anybody had.  I got fucked that night, and I got fucked with a dick
that was about seven and a half ,or eight inches around and about ten or
eleven inches long.  After we got done, I asked him what it measured since
I knew I'd want to know what its size was later.  Mike, I will be honest
with you and tell you it felt damn good!  The deeper he had it in me, the
better it felt!  Have you ever been fucked with a dick that size?"

	"Hell no, I have not!  And I'm the gay guy!  I've been fucking
around for probably 20 years now and I have never been fucked with
something like that!  Damn man, why in the hell you?  You've never even
wanted it! I'm the guy that has been hanging out at all the sleazy joints
just trying to find some big rod like that. And you----you just go to
lunch!  Damn it!  It's not fair!!!!!!  Stu, how in the hell did he get up
in you?  What did he do? Hell man, even after all the cocks I've had up in
my ass, I'm not sure just how easily I could take a log like that!"

	"Well, Mike, I guess he just played with my ass until he thought it
was open enough to put it in me."

	 "But Stu, didn't it kind of hurt when he started?  That is one big
fucking stick he used on you!"

	"Well, yeah, it did kind of hurt right at first .  When he pushed
the head in, yeah it did kind of hurt, but not to where I wanted him to
quit!  After it went in, then he just laid there on my back for a few
minutes and then I actually started asking him if he was going to try and
put more of it up in me.  That's when he started kind of pushing on my butt
and putting more of it up in me.  He put the whole thing up in me and then
after it was all up in me, that's when he started the real fucking.  He
kept telling me how he could not believe me and how my ass was so much fun
for him.  Of course I had never been fucked before, but I think he gave me
a pretty good fucking.  He kept saying things about how this was better
than any fucking he had done for a long time.  He asked me more than once
how many times I had been fucked, and each time I had to tell him that I
had never been fucked before.  Then he wondered if I had played with dildos
up in my ass.  I told him no, that I had never used a dildo.  He kept
acting like I was supposed to be real used to this.  I kept telling him
that I was a straight guy, and that until he put his dick up in me, I had
never been fucked, by anyone, or any dildo.  For some reason he acted like
he did not believe me."

	"Jesus Christ Stu!  I can understand why!  You took his ten inch
long, beer can thick, dick up your ass like it was no big deal at all!  Do
you realize how many guys he has probably tried to fuck with that thing and
just could not get it up in 'em?  Most guys, and probably me included, can
not take that much up in our asses!  Stu, you got fucked by a fucking log!
That guy could not believe that you could take him so easily if you had
never been fucked before!  I'm sure he has tried to fuck guys that get
fucked daily, and found out that he was just too damn big for them to take
him.  You were a prize to him!  You think he was unusual and great?  Well,
guess what he thinks about you?  He thinks you are unusual and great!  He
can fuck you!  He can take your ass and have some major fun in it, without
you crying that it hurts and you have to stop.  You are a prize to him."

	"God Mike, do you really think so?  Mike do you really think he has
that much trouble finding asses to fuck?  Hell man, I thought all guys
could take something like he has.  It didn't hurt me that much.  Yeah -- I
admit, when he first pushed it in, it did hurt, but then pretty soon I
wanted to see what it would feel like up inside of me farther.  Do you
think that is why I had to ask him if he was going to push it up in me
farther?  You think he was waiting on me to tell him to pull it back out?"

	"Hell yes Stu!  Yeah, he was probably in shock that he had been
able to punch your ass and not have you screaming to get it out.  I'm sure
that was a total surprise to him.  When you guys were done, did he say
anything about you two getting together again?"

	"Yeah he did.  It was getting kind of late by the time we finished
up, and after we showered, and oh, he has a private shower and steam room
in his personal section, he grabbed me by the ass and told me that he was
hoping we could do this some more.  I just kind of said something like,
"Yeah, OK.  This was definitely different and fun."  I didn't make any
definite promises.  I figured he had a lot of guys he could fuck whenever
he needed to do it."

	"Well guess what big butt!  He does not!  That is why he is finding
guys, like he found you!  He's out there trying to find a good butt that he
can take ahold of and run his pole up into without the guy crying that it
hurts!  He found you!  You are the unusual for him.  What happened when you
left.  Did he tell you he wanted you to come back?  What did he say?"

	"Well, after I was all dressed and he was too, then we went back
out to the front and he told the guy at the counter to hand him one of the
guest passes.  He turned it over and where they are supposed to write the
dates of when that pass is good for, he wrote, "Permanent," and then he
handed it to me and just said, We'll do anything for you that you ask.
Whenever you know you are coming in, call ahead of time and I will make
sure I am here to give you all the instructions and help you need!"

	"Oh my God Stu, he gave you a permanent pass to the gym!  Now does
that convenience you that he likes fucking your ass or not?  He gave you a
permanent free pass!  He wants you, man!  You have got probably the biggest
dick this side of the Mississippi after your ass!  My God Stu, go for it!
You like it! You told me it felt good!  Admit it, man, you have got the
best dick on this side of the country after you and your ass -- go for it."

	"Mike, I am, man.  I am!  That's why I wanted us to come camping
this weekend.  I wanted us in the right place so I could tell you what was
happening, and be able to discuss it with you.  I didn't know if you would
freak out or not.  I wasn't too sure just how you would accept it, him
being a black man, one hell of a hot looking muscled magazine cover type of
a guy, and you and everybody else knowing that I'm a straight guy.  Well --
let's put it this way -- used to think I was a straight guy, but I kind of
pretty well know different now, don't I?  JB and I have done it about four
or five times now, and every time we do it, he pleads with me to be, `his
man.'  Yeah, I know.  I never did the gay guy thing before, and I'm not too
sure of how soon I would have started, if it had not been for JB coming
into my life, and well -- gotta admit it -- cuming in my ass too!  I wasn't
too sure how you'd feel about it and accept it, but maybe I was playing the
stupid side of stuff.  Maybe that's the real reason I didn't want to try
and save the marriage with Amy.  Maybe I internally knew it was all wrong.
Thank goodness we never had any kids!  Mike, what in the hell are Mom and
Dad going to say when they find out both of their little boys, are doing
the cock thing?"

	"I don't know, but yeah -- they thought at least one of us was
straight and gonna give ém some grandkids.  Well, Mom and Dad -- WRONG!"

	"Mike, I told JB that I was going to call him after I told you what
was going on, just to let him know how things went.  When I call him, is it
Ok if I see if he still wants to come up and spend the rest of the weekend
with us?"

	"Oh my god yes!  You're saying he'll come up here and camp with us?
Hell yes that is OK man -- hell yes!  I'll get to meet him, and maybe get
to see that thing, that makes him so damn popular, and why all of the gay
guys are talking about him."

	"And we were thinking maybe something a `little more,' if you're
willing and agreeable to it.  I've told him a lot about you.  He's anxious
to meet you, and like I said -- maybe something a `little more.' "

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