Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2008 22:26:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Paul Moody <pauljames.moody@yahoo.com>
Subject: STEVE IS AN INCREDIBLE PIG 1

STEVE IS AN INCREDIBLE PIG
By pauljames.moody@yahoo.com
Part 1

This is my first attempt to put some of my fantasies into print, so please
be kind but truthful with your feedback.

Steve -

9:00 PM on Saturday night and I was alone again; just like nearly every
Saturday for the last year.  At least in the two years prior to that I had
been able to host a trick every now and then, but since my son had moved in
I didn't dare for fear that he would catch me with a man and demand to be
returned to his mother's house.  I didn't have the heart to tell him that
his mother would not take him back so as long as he didn't ask about her I
wasn't going to bring the subject up.  Instead I had to be content with
masturbation and a few very well hidden (and locked away) porn movies,
magazines, and a couple of dildos.  Last week though, Logan had stayed
overnight with friends both Friday and Saturday giving me a much needed
break from the routine and an opportunity to play host for a friend (the
sort that cums with benefits).

I knew that Logan's recent Saturday evening outings had gotten later and
later, especially since he had finally scraped together enough money to buy
his own truck... not bad for a kid who just turned 16 a little more than 6
months ago.  It wasn't in the best shape, but it was his (with a little
back door help from his old man ; I let the used car dealer fuck my ass and
got my son a substantial discount on the truck.  More on that later...).
Knowing that Logan would not be home until seconds before his 10:00 PM
curfew I decided to jerk out a load to release some of the past week's pent
up tension.

One of the few luxuries in this crappy cookie-cutter house we live in is
the large walk-in closets in each bedroom.  At the back of my closet I kept
a locked trunk under some old blankets and sheets.  All I had to do was
move them out of the way and pull out one my favorite DVDs to watch while I
pulled a load of cum out of my cock.  I noticed the blankets were disturbed
from the way I had left them and knew that Logan had been snooping in my
closet.  He could just claim that he was looking for another blanket so I
wouldn't bother asking about it.  I kept the key to the trunk with me at
all times so I was certain that he couldn't have gotten into it.  While
looking through the DVDs my dildos caught my eye.  What the hell, I had a
stressful week being an SOB to all of the deadbeats coming into the bank
asking for money and had not had a chance to plug my ass on either of my
dildos all week.  I didn't dare grab the biggest one, I had to use the
smaller one (still huge, I guess) for a couple of days before I could
handle the biggest.  I popped in the DVD, hit play and grabbed for the
lube.  Not the lotion from the bathroom that Logan keeps sneaking into his
bedroom.  Instead I keep a supply of clove oil lube with my dildos.  The
bottle has a fist on it and describes it as an anal lubricant so I don't
keep it out in the open.

I start by rubbing a generous amount around my hole and pushing a couple of
fingers into my ass to start relaxing it.  The clove oil starts working
almost immediately and I feel its warmth spreading throughout my bowels.
Even though I'm big and carry a lot more body fat than I should, my excess
weight is spread around my arms, legs, chest, and ass so I don't have a big
gut and don't have much trouble getting my hands around myself to start
working three and then four fingers into my hungry hole.  After a couple of
minutes alternating between four fingers and doing a little twist in my
hole with three fingers I can't wait any longer to get the dildo into me.

Each of my dildos has features that I like and they really compliment one
another.  One is about ten inches long, 2-1/2 inches wide and is textured and
veiny with a definite knobby head.  The other is about 14 inches long, 3
inches wide and is smoother without much of a transition from the head to
the shaft.  It is great for heavy ass stretching and getting piggy during
long sessions.  It is better with a friend but still gets me off even when
it is just me.  The smaller one is great for warming up, loosening up, and
creating a nice buzz in my ass.  In other words it is just perfect for
tonight.

I lube it up with the clove oil and start teasing my man cunt with it.
Just slipping the head in until the ridge pops past my ring and then slowly
easing it back out until my hole is super-relaxed and staying open by
itself.  I let the dildo drop onto the towel I put over the bedspread
before I started and reach down with both hands to jam two fingers from
each hand into either side of my hole and pull my chute open even further.

On the DVD the top has a fist in the bottom's ass and is shoving his bare
cock into his fist inside the bottom while another dude is pumping a
massive cock into the bottom's throat as well.  It is a scene I have
watched many times fantasizing that I'm the bottom getting it from the two
hot tattooed studs and it makes me realize that I need all of the dildo,
NOW!  Since I'm already sitting up on my knees over the towel I grab the
dildo, put it in position and sink down on it fast.  A bit too fast it
seams because I feel a little twinge of discomfort; not pain, I'm way
beyond felling pain when taking a cock or a vibrator or a dildo.  In a
matter of seconds my hole relaxes and ten inches of veiny, knobby dong are
soon planted deep inside my pleasure tunnel.  I'm rock hard and ready to
get busy jerking the jizz out of my dick.

With my ass cheeks hugging the balls of the dildo lodged in my hole I
finally start giving my neglected cock the attention it is craving.  I
could ignore my cock if I wanted to and just by working the dildo in my ass
I could have an amazing orgasm without ever touch myself, but that takes a
bit more time and I don't want to risk having Logan get home early and
catching me having a good time with myself.

All it takes is a little of the clove oil rubbed onto my cock and it starts
warming and tingling.  I guess my dick is a bit bigger than average, but
nothing to really rave about.  Around 6-1/2 inches when hard and stretching
to 7 inches when I wear a nice tight cock ring or use Viagra and of course,
right before I blow a load.  It is a bit thicker than average too, but
again, nothing that would give a bottom pause like my biggest dildo gave me
earlier.

I start to raise and lower myself on the dildo lodged deep inside my ass.
Rising up until just the head is inside my ring and then drop myself back
down to the balls fast.  Each time I go up and then back down the knobby
heads rubs across my prostate, my magic spot, on the way out and then while
I'm slamming it back in first the tip of the head punches the spot and then
the knob of the head massages it again as it slides past.  Combining the
sensations from the veiny skin of the dildo sliding through my ring and the
knobby head punching my prostate would have been enough to blow my wad in a
mind-blowing orgasm but with Logan due to be home soon, I didn't have any
time to waste so I started to push each closed fist down over my cock from
tip to base with each hand and then moving the hand back to the tip to
start over again; forming a never-ending fuck-hole constantly pushing down
on my cock.

The scene on the screen is almost perfectly timed; the bottom is just
sucking the last drops of cum off of the cock that was pistoning in and out
of his throat just moments before and the guy at his ass is using his whole
fist of scoop his jizm out of the guy's ass and smearing it across the
bottoms face and lips and into his mouth and onto the other top's cock for
the bottom to lick off.  He smears a fist full of cum on the bottom's cock
and then shoves it into his own throat without a single jaw crack, cough,
or gag.  It becomes obvious that the bottom is pumping a load of cum down
the top's throat because his asshole is spasming and leaking lube and cum
while his nuts are drawn up to the base of his cock and flexing up and down
as each volley of spooge blows out of the end of his cock into the top's
throat.  Despite my intense desire to see the bottom blowing at least some
of his wad into the top's mouth, it doesn't happen.  The top takes every
drop of cum with losing a drop and then snow balls it with the other top.
Swapping cum and spit like it is the last time they will every get to
sample the manna from a man's cock.  Finally they each bend down and feed a
mouthful of cum and their mingled spit to the bottom.  He squeals like a
true pig and starts blowing another load out of his cock all over himself
and the two tops, even landing a couple of shots directly into his own
mouth before the second top gets his mouth around the bottom's cock to
finish sucking it out of him.

I realized that it must have been a more stressful week than I had thought
it was because I was in a three point stance on one fist and my knees while
my ass was flying up and down on the dildo and the other hand was furiously
jacking my now swollen prick and I had never made it this far into this DVD
without blowing my nut.  But, all it took was the thought of what was
coming up in the next scene to put me over the top and I finally hit that
incredible orgasmic high that is only achievable when you have a gigantic
cock buried to the hilt in your ass.

Because I just can't get enough of my own cum, I always cup my hand in
front of cock when cumming so I can suck it, lick it, and play with it
before I finally drink it down and this time was no different.  Except,
this time my hand filled up fast and I lost several gobs of my tasty jizz
on the towel.  No matter; I ground my ass down to push the dildo in as far
as it would go while I bore down with my ass muscle trying to push it out
of my hole and then my ass hole started spasming around the big dong
planted up my ass as I pumped out spurt after spurt of pent-up cum into the
palm of my hand.

I finally stopped shooting and used my free hand to stop the DVD while I
contemplated the slimy goo in my other hand.  I love the way it feels; warm
and slick and a little thick, like half-set gelatin and then I raise it to
my pursed lips and suck most of it out of the palm of my hand.  The acrid,
salty taste combined with the taste of the clove oil nearly set me off
again, and if I had clenched my asshole around that big dong in my hole, I
just might have.  Every time I eat cum, anybody's cum, even my own, I swear
that it is the finest elixir in the world and I vow to eat cum daily from
then on, but work and being a single father always seem to get in the way.
No matter; this time I meant it.  There were still a few gobs of jizz in
the palm of my hand that I let run down to the tips of my fingers.  I rise
up to push the dildo out of my asshole and use my cummy fingers to massage
my hole closed.

I looked over at the clock and saw that it was only a quarter 'til 10:00
PM; still plenty of time to get a quick shower before Logan got home.  I
left my door closed and stepped into the adjoining bathroom to shower.  I
took my time not really concerned that about Logan getting in.  He would
hear the shower going and know where I was and he always asks permission
before entering my bedroom when the door is closed.  While the shower
washed away the clove oil and any remaining cum, it also washed away the
last bit of tension I had been feeling.  I thoroughly washed around my cock
and ass to make sure I would not get my clothes oily.  There is no way to
completely wash off clove oil; and I really didn't want to because its
effects linger and feel great, but any excess was soon washed down the
drain.  All I had to do was make sure Logan had made it in, clean up the
bedroom and then call it a night to get the sort of refreshing sleep that
comes when you've got empty balls and warmth spreading through your ass.

I dried off and put on the mesh lined baggies that I tend to wear around
the house and headed through my bedroom into the upstairs hallway to check
that Logan was home.  I called out and there was no answer.  I went to
Logan's bedroom calling his name and when I still didn't get any answer I
went in.  His bedroom has the only window facing the front of the house and
the driveway where he parks so I was able to see from the window that he
wasn't home yet.  His clock said 10:05 PM and he knew the rules, for every
ten minutes he was late he would be grounded for two weeks.  He had been
pushing his luck, testing the boundaries of the rules and stretching his
limits lately so I figured that this was just another of those instances;
that he was probably parked down the street watching the time so he could
come roaring into the driveway at the exact moment of 10:09:59 PM and claim
that he should not be grounded because he wasn't a whole ten minutes late.
What he has been slow to learn during these little episodes is that I'm
perfectly willing to change the rules without his prior knowledge.  This
was probably going to be one of those times; I would make it seem perfectly
logical that he should have assumed that I would ground him for one week
for every five minutes he was late.  I could feel some the tension that I
had just fucked out of myself start to creep back up my ass as I felt the
mixture of anger and anxiety that every parent feels when their child isn't
where they expect them to be.

I went back to my room and slipped on my flip-flops before heading down
stairs to start looking for the phone numbers of Logan's friends just in
case I had to start calling around if he didn't appear soon.  With the
phone list located I was just going to wait, but I spotted a bottle of
Chianti on the counter that had just one glass taken out of it last weekend
while my friend (the one with benefits) Mike was over.  I poured a glass of
the wine and chugged nearly half the glass before refilling it and heading
into the living room to wait.

Logan had always been a fairly good boy, especially since his mother dumped
him on me just two short years after a bitter divorce in which she spent
thousands of dollars of my money on lawyers, just to make sure she got
everything she could possibly get her hands on, including our son.  It
would not have been hard to get me to agree, she had caught me blowing our
town's police chief and neither of us wanted it to get out.  He has to
answer to the city council and as president I have to answer to my bank's
board of directors.  If she let it be known that we were having a gay
affair, then we both could be ruined.  She had caught us in one of the
horse stalls in the barn on our acreage... or I guess I should say her
acreage since she took that in the divorce along with everything else.
After that the police chief and I decided to cool it for a while and
haven't seen much of each other.

After the divorce, I moved on.  I had pretty much given up on women
already, just climbing up on Nancy once or twice per year whenever she
initiated things.  Even then I had to close my eyes and imagine it was Jim,
the police chief, who I was fucking.  After the witch damn near cleaned me
out, I took what little money I had left and put it together with a huge
loan from my bank; the sort of loan that only comes with being a bank
president and bought this shitty track-house and some even shittier
furniture to put in it.

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Part 2 is done already (watch for it in the next couple of days), but I'm
still working on part 3.  Feedback and suggestions are welcome at
pauljames.moody@yahoo.com