Date: Sun, 7 Mar 2010 15:34:26 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Craigs List Hell Boy, Part One" by Jay Roberts Besiality +++I don't want to take anything away from Craigs List, I have gotten some good stuff from their ads and this report is not typical. Now, if you are under 18 you may not discover why. You must navigate away from this entry. Of course, when you are older....come back, ya hear. When my folks died I inherited their condo. I moved in right away and junked my lousy furniture and stuff and used theirs which were top quality. The problem was that this condo is waterfront in Eastern Long Island and the carrying charges and mortgage payments were a little high for me. I have a good job coaching basketball at a nearby high school, but still these obligations meant that I had to curb eating out and vacations. I decided to take in a condo mate. I advertised in Craigs List (why doesn't the name have a hyphen? Is the founder named Craigs?) Since the share was a lot higher than most of the other ads I figured I wouldn't get a reply. But I did. One was an older guy who used a walker, the other was a teacher that I knew from my school. The old guy didn't seem much like fun. He was church elder and I would have to curb my usual lifestyle. The teacher would produce an uncomfortable problem. I am not "out" so... On the third day, the day I was about to give up, I got a telephone call from a Norman. He spoke with a careful voice and with a slight accent, British maybe. I made the appointment for him to see his room and bath. I explained that he would have access to the kitchen and swimming pool. He said firmly, "I don't swim." And added with the strong word, "Ever!" Then before he hung up, he offhandedly mentioned that he had a quiet, docile dog. I reluctantly said that it was okay, but I think I made a mistake. That afternoon boy and dog arrived. "Hi Norm," I said cheerfully. "I prefer Norman." In fact he later said that was his last name and he never proffered to tell me his first name. Norman was not the usual twenty something young man. If you saw him in the mall you would likely, and rudely stare at him. He was tall, perhaps six, six. He had thick ebony black hair and...get this...black lipstick and heavy eye makeup. If you washed him off, he could pass for an Ivy league student, with his handsome features, but then you'd also have to get rid of his heavy steel neck chain and scull earrings. I wondered about the tattoos and piercing he might have. Norman was accompanied by his dog. This was no lap dog. Satan, (yes that's his name) was a extra largo black Labrador who promptly fell asleep, his large nose on my bare foot. The deal was made. Norman turned out to be more congenial that I expected. He turned out to be a nude sun bather. I didn't object because he found a spot in the back that was hidden from the neighbors. I got a look at his naked body. There were no tattoos, so I had misjudged him. In fact, his body was a knockout. He was hairless. Obviously he shaved...everything. It was the physique of a ballet dancer. Strangely I felt no desire to get it on with him; he was a bit sexless. Whether he was interested in me, I couldn't discover, he was in tight control. He seemed to have no job and I was glad that someone was there to watch over the place. A Goth he was, but he was enthusiastic about his life style and gradually showed me some of his S&M toys. I had never been interested in being either flavor but I found I was fascinated with his collection. He must have ordered the whole catalog. I found my prick stiffening to my surprise at the handcuffs, rubber mask and rubber suit with a cock flap. This was so out of my experience that I became hypnotized by the stuff. He was overjoyed at my interest. When he smiled and laughed in delight, he seemed very unGoth, more like a young kid and very engaging. One day I was cleaning up the place. Norman took good care of his bedroom and bath. I was wearing only pull on sport shorts and nothing else and barefoot. As I passed the open screen door to the patio, I saw Norman's body splayed out on his back, I called a hello. He half sat up and called to me, "Hey Kelly (he never used my first name, Shane) come on out and get some medicine from the sun." I could use a break from my chores and stepped out. He made a motion for me to slip off my shorts and lay down. I did. This was a bit strange, the two of us naked, our bodies fully revealed to each other. He began to tell me how he got interested in collecting his exotica. I asked if he actual used them in sexual situations and how he found interested parties. He replied with finality. "It's no problem, we are all over." Then he sat up and fixed me with his strange dark eyes, "Would you like to experience some of it?" Then he added, "No sexual activity, just getting familiar with my equipment." But he didn't mean what I first thought, he meant his toys. I was a little bored today and I agreed. He clapped his hands with a rare show of enthusiasm and motioned for me to follow him. He ran to his room and got something. He found me lying on my back on my bed. He was carrying handcuffs. "Whoa! I don't like being helpless." "Don't worry I won't molest you I just want you to get the effect when I come back with my rubber on." "Rubber?" "Not that kind, my rubber outfit. Now relax, I'll be back quickly." What did I get myself into? This could be bad. After all, I hardly know him. I tried to relax, then I heard a low growling. I looked to the foot of the bed and there was Satan. Now this was not a bad growl, it was more like a growl of anticipation. I called out weakly, "Norman. Norman hurry, your dog is looking at me funny.." I pulled on my handcuffs but they were locked tight. Suddenly Satan sat on my thighs. It felt kinda nice cause I was getting chilly being naked and all. But then he whine a little and opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to rolls out. This was a tongue! It was as big as a shower mat and red and dripping. "Norman, Norman," I called again but I couldn't get much volume. I tried to call again but my voice died as Satan encircled my cock with his tongue. Somehow my fear or something had caused an erection. He licked with his rough tongue. I said OH, than OH again in appreciation of the great feeling. He settled down and closed his eyes so as not to be distracted from his self appointed task of sucking me off. That hot breath and that busy tongue was making my eyes cross and my toes curl. Pretty soon I was moaning like a $2.00 whore and drooling like a fool. This was feeling better and better. I knew it was wrong. I was man, he was beast, they are not supposed to make love together, but soon my critical facilities receded as my cock stiffened even more. Suddenly I was jolted from my stupendous state of pleasure, that trance that we all love when orgasm is on the way but suspended for that magical period. I heard Norman's voice. It was muffled behind his rubber mask. His whole body was encased in rubber. "Wait, I'll open one handcuff and get Satan away from you." "Yeah," I husked. "Open one but maybe don't bother the poor dog. If you stop him, it may cause him psychological problems." "Why you fucker. You are enjoying this! Okay, I'll let you have your fun. I'll be back later." He left. Satan resumed his lovely tongue action. I did have a little fear that he would think of my bone as a dog bone and begin gnawing at it, but the my furry lover was careful. Not he was really getting into it. I could feel his saliva dripping on my balls. He licked them too, then returned to the main arena. I was beginning to thigh lift, a sure sign I was on the road to orgasm. He was breathing audible and so was I. We were in perfect harmony. My legs were stiffening. I opened my eyes in ecstasy and began pushed up in a slow fucking motion. Satan tightened his leg grip on my thighs and licked harder. I shouted "Oh you fucking beautiful beast. You did it. Here it comes." I spurted plenty in my first spurt and he swallowed as if it was doggie soup. Then moaning loudly I sent another sperm offering into his mouth. I kept up spurt after spurt until I think I just passed out. When I woke up, it was getting dark. I must have slept two hours. Wait I was still restrained by those handcuffs, but now I was on my stomach and... Yeah, my pretty ass was exposed. I love my ass. I treasure my ass. I shit through it but never allow traffic in the other direction. I was in trouble. Satan may come in and decide to breed me. I had heard all about the "knot" I greatly feared that Satan would get up my poop and we would be tied together. Then I realized that I was blindfolded. This was not good. Then I felt pressure on the end of the mattress and a raspy breathing sound. End Part One No animal or human was harmed in the telling of the story.