Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2001 10:18:10 +0200
From: Psyco Dwarf
Subject: ULTIMATE

The usual disclaimers apply. You know what they are, I don't feel like
repeating them.  Yes, the story is fiction.


ULTIMATE


I was 15 yrs old and had decided to take up Computer science, so I needed a
computer.

But this was in the days before the Internet had been commercialised,
Windoze 95 had just been released, and CD-ROMS did not come free with every
computer. Suffice to say, a computer in every home was not common, in my
country anyway.

So when my Pentium 1 100mhz, with a whooping 16meg of ram, a SVGA 14"
screen with a 2MB screen card memory and, wait for it, a *6speed* CD-ROM
and speakers arrived, I was the MAN (In the Comp Sci class anyway).

It did not take me, or my sister's older friends long to figure out that
computers were great to play games on. And this is where the fun began.

It was the holidays and one of my older sisters friends had really become
hooked. Every morning at 8am, he would be knocking at the door: Steven.

Steven was a school drop out, about 5 foot 8" tall, solidly built but
skinny, with long black hair and dark eyes.

He had really bad reputation and looked really looked the part. At first I
was scared of him, he was bigger and older than I was and really rough.

Except for the fact that I was really built and tall for my age I was a
total nerd. I did well at school and did not do any sport. I did go to gym
though, but that was mainly so that I did not get picked on at school.

But as I got used to him I saw that he was that bad, as long as you did not
get on his wrong side.

Anyway, it was One week into holidays and we had just finished "DOOM" and
started "Ultima 7".  Things were going really slow, we were getting
nowhere. It got to the point where one guy would play while the other would
watch TV, make food or whatever.

It was a Wednesday, 8am and he was knocking at my window.

Normally the maid let him in, but everyone was gone, I was alone in the
house for a few days.  So instead of getting dressed, I just rolled out of
bed in my boxers and trekked to the door to let him in.

"Where's the maid?" He asked "She went home for a few weeks." I replied.
"So who's looking after you?" He asked "No one. My Mom's going to be back
in a few days time." My sister was away on holiday and my mother was on a
business trip.

I walked to the kitchen; he followed, closing the door. We made coffee, did
the usual small talk.  We went through to the study and booted the computer
up.

"Ok, I'm going to have a shower. Don't do anything interesting 'til I come
back. OK?" I said sarcastically.  "Damn. Ok, we'll wait 'til you come back
before we finish the game." He replied.

I just smiled and walked to my room. I closed the door and went through to
my bathroom, turned on the water, pulled off my boxers, opened the glass
door and climbed into the shower.

I felt the water hit me at exactly the right temperature from two
directions. It was a big shower with two showerheads on opposite walls. The
one was a high pressure one that came in really useful with aching muscles
and the other one was a lower pressure one. I was standing under the high-
pressure head, letting the hot water wash away my sleepiness.

That is why I did not hear the shower door open, it was only when I felt
the rush of cold air that I realised it was open. I turned to see why and
ended up looking straight at Peter, naked.

"What are you doing?" I asked.  "I'm showering with you." He paused and
then continued climbing in.

Watching him climb in, I realised that I should have been a bit scared, or
at least uncomfortable.  But I wasn't. I saw naked men every day at gym, in
the changing rooms and in the shower. It did not excite me when I saw them
at gym and it did not excite me then.

I just turned around and carried on washing my hair. It was only when I
rinsed the shampoo off that I turned around. He was standing right behind
me. He had a strange look in his eyes, which I now know was lust. And as I
looked down I realised he had a hard on.

I was mesmerised. His dick was huge. The shaft was about the diameter of my
forearm and the head was about an inch wider. Huge veins ran along its
length. It stood up from a bush of pubic hair. His balls were the size of
tennis balls that hung low between his well-defined legs.

Slowly I looked up, along his well-defined six-pack to his rock hard chest,
up along his slender neck to his lustful face.

"I'm going to fuck you." He whispered simply.

Gently he took the shampoo out my hand, squeezed some over his huge member,
and slowly run his hands up and down its entire length.

"Turn around." He whispered.

I turned around and faced the tiled shower wall. Suddenly I felt his hands
on my hips as he pulled them out towards him. Then he moved his hands down
to the front of my thighs, parting my legs.

I felt him move up against me, his hands guiding his dick to my boy cunt.

He put his rough hands back onto my hips, gripping them firmly. Suddenly he
pulled my hips back and thrust his hips forward, jamming his huge member
into my tight virgin hole.

He froze as I gasped in pain. Letting me get used to his sheer size. Slowly
I started to relax.  Feeling that, he thrust himself further into me. Once
again I gasped at the excruciating pain as I felt myself being ripped open.
For a moment I thought I was going to pass out, but slowly my body started
adjusting.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

I nodded. Slowly I felt him pull his huge dick out of me. The pain was
still almost unbearable but was fading fast. He pulled himself out until
only the head was still inside me, then slowly he pushed himself back in.
The pleasure rapidly gave was to intense pleasure as I felt his huge member
reach back into me. It felt like an eternity of pleasure before I felt his
balls rub up against my ass.

Once again he paused for while, letting me grow accustomed to having him
inside me. Then suddenly he ripped himself out, leaving only the head
inside me.  I gasped at the sensation. Suddenly it felt unusual, not having
him inside me.

With a grunt he shoved himself back into me, as he started fucking me
wildly.  He shoved my hips back and forth as he thrust his hips back and
forth, shoving himself in and out of me.

It felt amazing, his powerful body slamming up against me, his balls
smacking up against my ass as he filled me to the hilt. The sensation of
him filling me up with his love tool driving me wild.  His rough, wet pubic
hair rubbing against my hairless, hypersensitive ass. The power of his
urgent thrusts lurching me forward. His dick rubbing past my love spot.

Without even realising it, I came. My cum splashing against the tiled
wall. My ass tightening around his powerful love tool.

He grunted and started fucking me harder, deeper, faster. Pounding into me
like there was no tomorrow. Driving me into unimaginable ecstasy.

Suddenly he roughly grabbed my hips up and further onto him. With a
powerful grunt, I felt his dick grow bigger inside me, start to pulsate,
filling my hot virgin ass with his cum. He came for what seemed an
eternity, his cum dripping out my ass, down between my legs.

Then he collapsed on top of me. Spent. His hot breathe washing over me. His
dick slowly shrinking inside me, eventually slipping out.

Slowly, he recovered. He pushed away. Rinsed himself off.

"Thanks." With that he got out and went to go sleep.

I just stood under the stream of water. Recovering. My legs felt weak. My
ass, violated. My body, tired. I had never felt so satisfied. I decided at
that moment, that if he ever asked for sex again, he would get it. As often
and as hard as he liked.

I turned off the water and got out.