Message-ID: <172303Z02071995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an150032@anon.penet.fi (Earth2Mars) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an150032@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 2 Jul 1995 17:13:20 UTC Subject: Birdman (M/Birdman) Lines: 186 o o Yet another story donated to the denizens of A. S. S. o by the everlovin' o o ... M e r c u r y ... o o He Who Rulez A.S.S. With an Iron Prong! o oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o o O PRETTY CHILD (Trans. 'C.R.', after fragments trans. by Peter o Bing and Rip Cohen) o o O pretty child, o your little heart will tremble before many men... o o Your grandmother thinks o she is raising you among the lilies o as a sensible girl, but you have slipped down o o to the flood-fields of hyacinth o where Kypris has unharnessed o her horses, and hitched them on a rope. o o And you have burst, little foal, into the middle o of summer, exciting the hearts o of many idle poets, o o Herotima, whom all men would ride. o o --Anacreon o oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o o Notes : o o 1. I did not write this story and do not know who did. o 2. If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write. o Bird Man Bizarre, really weird. I still have trouble believing that it really happened. At first I tried to forget about it. I guess I thought that if I didn't think about it then I could pretend that it never really happened. That didn't work. The more I tried not to think about it the more I thought about it. It's funny but now I don't mind thinking about it. Actually, now I'm kind of glad that it did happen. I even find myself wishing from time to time that it could happen to me all over again. That is why I've decided to put my story down on paper. Perhaps by writing about it I can relive it again. I've always been rather fond of nature. As a child I was forever bringing home captured insects in jars and bouquets of flowers picked from the neighbor's flower bed (it never occurred to me that these flowers belonged to anyone). As I grew older I continued my fascination with nature. I would often take long walks alone on the many mountain trails nearby our home. While other high school boys were cruising the streets in their parents cars and trying to get up the courage to ask a particular girl out to the Saturday night dance, I was wondering through the wilderness marveling at the wonders of nature. It was a Sunday afternoon sometime in the spring of my senior year in high school. It was the first sunny warm day of the year and I rushed to my favorite forest trail to see what new sights were installed for me. Spring is always an amazing time to observe nature. I was walking along the trail not really noticing anything. My mind had wondered off on some obscure tangent and I walked without really seeing. It's a wonder that I didn't walk right off of the trail, into the forest. My ambiguous thoughts were abruptly jerked back to reality by the strangest sound. It was a sound that I had never heard before. It was sort of like the cry a bird might make and yet it was certainly no bird call that I had ever heard. Almost at the same time that I heard this strange sound a large shadow passed over me. I looked up and saw the most enormous bird that I had ever seen. It was snowy white and it was gigantic. I shook my head several times thinking that I must be hallucinating, but I wasn't imagining it. The bird truly was there. It was circling directly overhead. This should have told me something but I guess that I was too mesmerized by it's size to grasp the full meaning of what was happening. I had become so enthralled by this unfamiliar sighting that I didn't even notice that the mammoth bird was circling lower and lower with each pass. The realization that I had become this bird's intended prey did not hit me until it was too late. The bird was speeding on a straight line now towards me. I turned to run but before I had gone even a few feet I was struck from behind. Knocked off of my feet, I began to fall forward but I never hit ground. Instead, I was sailing upward. I was in the iron grip of the bird's talons, being carried off into the sky. My immediate fear was that once climbing to a substantial height above the earth, the bird would grow tired of it's cumbersome payload and release me from it's clutches; allowing me to plummet to a very unpleasant demise. My fear of being plunged to my death proved to be unwarranted. Instead, I should have been more concerned about what this bird had planned for me after our little journey. The flight seemed to last forever but I suppose it was actually a rather short trip. The bird began to descend with me still held tightly in it's grip. I could feel that we were descending but I could not see where it was that we were descending to. Then the bird released me and I dropped a mere few feet onto a soft bed of dried foliage; presumingly the bird's liar. Looking about I saw that I had been deposited on the top of a huge rock formation deep within the forest. I quickly scanned for an escape route but I quickly dismissed that notion. The only exit from this high perch was straight down nearly fifty feet; or straight up, the way I had arrived. My friend, the bird, stood ten feet away from me staring down at me with it's steely, cold, black eyes. The bird must have stood nearly six feet tall, and from my crouched position it appeared more like twenty. My bizarre adventure soon became even more outlandish. The bird raised it's great, massive wings over it's head and then lowered them in front of it's body, shielding itself from view. When the bird once again opened it's wings I sat there stunned. The bird's body of glistening white feathers and down was now the golden tanned, muscular physique of a man. It had the body of a man but still had the wings of a bird. My eyes slowly trailed from it's bare feet, up it's strong and powerful legs and thighs, to it's male member. My eyes paused there a moment as I took in it's splendor. It was like a work of art, equally proportionate to the creature's size; huge. My eyes then continued up it's lean and sinewy stomach, up it's strapping chest, to it's face. It was the face of an angel; flawless and godlike. In contrast to this exquisite face was it's piercing black eyes. The eyes had not changed. This man-bird took a step towards me, it's eyes staring coldly into mine. I tried to speak but my voice came out cracked and shrill, revealing my fear. "Who... what are you?" The creature did not answer me. Instead he said in a deep, detached voice, "stand up". "Why?" I didn't move. I was too afraid to move. Again he repeated his command. "Stand up." This time I obeyed his order. I didn't intend to but something in that voice and in those penetrating eyes compelled me to heed his direction. I slowly got to my feet and stood meekly before him. The man-bird continued coming closer until he stood mere inches away from me; his unblinking eyes staring right through me. "Take off your clothes." There was not the slightest trace of emotion in his voice. His voice sounded as though he were reading from a script; or had said these same words so many times before that it was now recited from memory. I obeyed. I was powerless to refuse. It must have been those eyes. There must have been some strange and mystic power in those eyes; those strange bewitching, coal black eyes. I removed every stitch of clothing and stood stark naked before the creature. Then, this alien creature gave one final command before he knelt down in front of me. "Enjoy it." The man-bird then encircled me with his massive wings and gently pulled me to him. He opened his mouth and took in my limp and frightened penis. Inside of his mouth something warm and wondrous was happening. I began to feel sensations that I had never experienced before. It started there inside of his mouth; in my rapidly hardening dick. The feelings started in my dick but they spread throughout my entire body. This creature was fulfilling desires and urges that I had not even known that I had. I closed my eyes and willingly allowed him to suck, squeeze, and slide up and down on my rigid hard dick. He took in every inch of me and while his mouth worked and manipulated my dick, his tongue lapped at my balls and glided teasingly over the sensitive opening of my ass. As my lust continued to grow, my hips began to thrust into him involuntarily. None of it was consciously done; it was pure instinct. His wings closed around me tighter, pulling me into him even more. My dick must have been part way down his throat by now but not once did he gag or retract to take a breath. I sensed that my inevitable ejaculation was even more important to him that it was to me. I sensed that he, for some reason, needed my cum down his throat. There was an urgency in his actions that was more than mere lust. Whatever the reasons for his actions, the end was quickly mounting. I could feel it building up deep within my groin. As my climax grew nearer, my hips began thrusting harder and with each thrust a low grunt came from deep within my throat. My thrusting began to pickup speed until I was pumping into his mouth with a crazed-like urgency. My head tossed back and forth wildly and my guttural grunts turned into a piercing scream of pleasure as my dick erupted inside his mouth. It felt as though my entire body had exploded and was shooting off into space in a million tiny particles. Even after my fervor had crested and my dick was shrinking back to it's normal, limp self, the man-bird continued to suck; determined to acquire every last drop of cum I could supply. When finally satisfied that I had given all I could muster he released my dick and allowed my exhausted body to collapse upon the dried foliage surrounding us. I lay there for several minutes, panting for air. I was completely drained of energy and wanted nothing more than to lay my head of that soft bed of leaves and pine needles and sleep for eternity. Just before I lost consciousness I forced my eyelids open and caught one last glimpse of the man-bird. He was turned away from me and his body had once again resumed the shape of a bird. Without looking back at me once, he pushed off from the rock and was airborne. Those mighty wings beat the air with a mighty turbulence, taking him higher and higher. Then, he stretched his wings out, glided over head in a circle and omitted a loud shriek that sent a shiver through my body. Then he was gone. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. 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