Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2011 09:03:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Bi Guy Subject: My Long-Lost Friend, Dick It's been 13 hours since I left his place, and I can still smell him on my hands, my ass is twitching, and I'm fighting the urge to run downstairs, grab a toy and fill it. I feel disgusted and sick and ashamed; yet I feel horny as fuck, I feel like a slut, a whore, my cock growing as I type this and the urge swells in my again. Yeah, you know the urge. We all thought we were the only ones who got it, but thanks to the Internet, we know, we're not alone. It generally starts slowly, maybe I checked out some gay porn in addition to the straight stuff, and thought "Damn, that's a hot fucker, like to get that dick in me", but it builds. More porn, harder, rougher, hot Daddies fucking their boys and bears with their lush pelts that you want to curl up into for days. Before long it's playing with your cock through your pants at work while you think about getting fucked or looking into the cab of a truck every time, wondering if it's some hot fucker looking for a cocksucker. That's what we are, cocksuckers. My dick just pulsed typing that, and my ass is twitching. We reach a point, where our obsession with sucking cock and getting fucked overtakes everything else, and the only way to defeat it, is to submit to it. I'd seen the profile before, but I wasn't sure if it was him. I had to find out and clicked on the email button. It had been a year since I'd last tried to get fucked, a disaster when the Daddy decided that his 21 year old boy should fuck me first. Unfortunately, Junior apparently never heard of lube, and as impressive as his cock was, his fast stab into my hole not only killed any chance of him fucking me, it ended the day. "I used to play with a guy named Dick (yes, the names have been changed), and you sound a lot like him. Do you remember a younger guy named Tom by chance?" I went back to jerking, I had the day off and it was being put to good use as I caught up on gay & bi porn. It didn't last long as I received a reply. "Played with a guy named Tom a few years ago...we played a lot in swinger groups...is that you? Hot times...." Holy shit. It's him. "It is and they were! How've you been man?" His next reply is exactly what I need to hear. "Fuck, dude! We need to play again, and soon...always had a good time with you and that big dick...you available today?" That's it, with that invitation; I know I'm going to get fucked. And he knows it too, even after several years, he knows that I need it. We set a time, I'd more than willingly drive straight over right now, but I want this fuck to be good, and I want it to be clean. Fours hours, several warm soapy enemas, a quick run to the store for lube and condoms and I'm driving to see him. A prostate massager is buried in my ass, bathing in lube, keeping me wet, but also loosening my hole, assuring that while it will still be tight, it won't get in the way of our fun. I drive past his house, realize it and turn around, he's on the porch waiting for me as I pull into the driveway. Dick is almost twenty years older than me, taller, and hairy, he makes a great Daddy fantasy, but I don't think it's his thing. We went inside, he offered me a beer and I offered him a hit, we both said yes. I have a belief that there's no sense in spending a lot of money on a lot of crappy weed, so I only buy good stuff. We each took a couple hits, talked and drank beer while we waited for the high to kick in. Luckily, that didn't take long. I don't remember how exactly it happened things are a little hazy for some reason, I think it was pretty much me being a whore and throwing myself at him, and once he started kissing me and got hold of my nipples, it was all over. I love kissing, especially a god top who can make you feel like his bitch just by how he fucks your mouth with his tongue. The next thing I know, my lips are wrapped around his cock, as I swallow it back into my throat. That's become something of a "signature move" for me, and it works best with a cock that is still somewhat soft. Take the cock in your mouth, and nurse on it, all you have to do, is swallow back in your throat, and let your muscles do all the work, eventually you'll have the cock buried as deep in your throat as you want, and you get to feel it grow as you're doing it. "I think we should take this back there. It's cooler" I think that's a great idea as he leads me to the side of his bed and we undress each other. He takes a moment to suck my cock, but we both know I'm not here for that, and there's no use pretending. I'm here to be a slut for a older man who needs his balls drained completely. He's lying on the bed and my cock is still in his mouth as I lay across his body and begin to play with him. My lips and tongue are coating the skin of his cock with saliva, and I push forward until my lips rest in the hair around the base. You have to hold it there, even through a few gags, until you get what you want: I pull back and a thick stream of throat slime pours out of my mouth. My hands take hold of his cock and balls, the saliva making squishing noises as I jerk his dick, the head still in mouth while my tongue plays with his piss slit, hoping for a taste of his precum. I use my tongue to clean the spit off of his balls, sucking on them and gently rolling each in my mouth in turn. He's not sucking me anymore, his hands have spread my legs, and he finds the toy, fucking me with it. The end drives over my prostate each time, driving me even crazier with lust. He rolls us over and plays with my ass more, He pulls me up on all fours, and I feel his cock running up my ass. I stop him for a minute, and grab the lube and condoms as we pass the "point of no return". He pulls the plug out of me, replacing it with his fingers. We may not need the extra lube after all, by hole is tight, but readily opens for his first finger, even the second is relatively painless, the third however takes some work. I notice a blue bottle on his nightstand. "Dick, can I try your poppers"? "Sure, help yourself, but they're kinda' old". I'd only done poppers once, and that was by myself; even with a dildo, it's not quite the same thing. My cock and my ass and my absolutely need to get fucked was over-ruling my brain at this point, and I shook the bottle, cracked the top, closed off my right nostril and inhaled deeply, holding it, exhaling and repeating with the other side. Seconds later I melted into the bed and his fourth finger slid into my ass alongside it's brothers. I could feel him twisting and turning his hand inside my ass, turning it into a hot, wet cunt for his cock. I hunched back onto him, trying to get more inside me. Neither of us could take this for more than a few minutes before he pulled me to the edge of the bed and hoisted my ass up, positioning his big mushroom head right at my center. His entry was slow, but it was insistent, and my ass was hungry and wet, I felt him drive his cock home and fill me up. He let it sit for a few moments, and I took the opportunity to work his dick with my ass muscles. Essentially, doing the same thing with my ass that I had done with my throat a short while ago. He starts fucking me, I can feel my prostate going into overdrive, it's had something banging against it for almost three hours now, toys, fingers, and now, a long, thick cock. I ask him to go slow, and take his time. Not because I'm worried about pain, but because it's been too long since I had a cock in me, and I want it to last. His cock feels wonderful as it sits nestled in my hole, right now I'm doing exactly what I need to do, exactly where I need to be, acting as a fuckhole, a receptacle for another man's pleasure. I decide it's time to pick up the pace, and begin to slide back onto his cock, I want to make him cum, but I also want to make myself cum with him inside me. He moves me forward on the bed, and with his cock still sheathed inside me, pushes me into the mattress as far as he can, flattening himself atop me as I take another hit off the poppers. He picks up the pace, faster but still full deep strokes, I feel an orgasm welling up inside me as he pounds me into the bed, another deep hit on the poppers and I'm off to Wonderland, my body twitching, the sounds coming from my mouth not even human. I can hear him saying words of approval as I check out of consciousness. Whether it was minutes or seconds that passed, I'll never know but when I came to, every ounce of energy had left me. I laid in the bed near comatose, wondering if I should try to move or speak. Instead I took a chance on one of my greatest fantasies, I love the thought if a man (or men) using my body while I'm to drunk or drugged out to resist, I don't know if Dick will play along, but I want to find out. Sure enough, he goes back to playing with my hole. My body offers up no resistance as my hand works itself back into me. The four fingers that were earlier a challenge, are now no more effort than a single digit as my hole opens wide for him. I lay there as he works my ass, but it doesn't take long before the idea of fucking a rag doll appeals to him, and I feel his legs fit themselves across mine, pinning me to the bed as he begins a hard fuck with one purpose only, to use my cunt to make himself cum. There was no kindness or passion in this, it was pure animalistic, conquering fuck. And it was the most amazing feeling I've ever had. To truly let another man own my body, defile my holiest of holies, not just willingly, but to have actively encouraged him to use me like a two-dollar whore off of a street corner. Laying there, not only taking it, but my ass muscles involuntarily working to milk his cock. His thrusts grew frantic, until he pulled back and I could hear him jerking his cock, only to feel the hot cum begin raining down on my worn ass, in the battle between the slut and the Man, the slut had won. He rolled off of me, and his cum begin to run off my upturned ass. I waited a minute or two and then rolled over, making sire that my creamed-on ass was tucked back up against he cock. It was then that we discovered the "wet spot", easily 8 inches across, it was soaked with the cum that he had fucked out of me. No ejaculation, just the force of his big dick working my prostate for hours. Wait, did I say hours, The radio announced the time: 7:30, I had arrived at 3:30. We had been fucking for almost four hours. I moved towards the foot of the bed as he rolled over on his back. I laid my head on his belly and using my "nursing" technique, lovingly cleaned the cock that had just given me so much pleasure. Eventually he grew too tender, and I needed to leave; places to go, people to see, you know how it is. In the front room of his house, I was gathering up my things, when I decided to give him one more suck. I kneeled down on the floor, took my cock in my hand and started stroking myself as he placed his hands behind my head and began to fuck my face. My pace matched his, and finally the dam burst and I shot cum all over the floor, leaving little puddles that I was sorely tempted to lick up. Instead Dick brought me a towel, and we discussed some of the things that had happened, whether I was awake when he fucked me and came on my ass. And then came the shock, which I should have expected. A completely wrapped condom on the bed. "Did you?" "No" "Diiickkk!" "I was in an out of your ass so much it wouldn't have mattered". For some reason, that makes sense to my addled brain, until later, when it doesn't. We say our goodbyes, and I leave, putting the top down for a drive in the summer evening. I feel my ass leaking, and I wonder how much is lube, and how much (if any) is Dick's cum. As shameful as I try to tell myself this was, I still haven't showered. Halfway through writing this, I had to get my toy and put it back into my ass. Luckily, I needed lube still, nice to know that my ass wasn't completely fucked out. I need it hot, tight and ready for the next time the urge hits me.