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"If they wanted to make me different, all they had to do was abuse me;
If they wanted to abuse me, all they had to do was insist that I become one of them;
But if they wanted me to become one of them, they were fucked from the very start!"

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Dan knelt back down at the end of the bed, directly in front of my hot, exposed arse. His head-mounted, Wi-Fi, POV webcam was pointed directly at my still-gaping hole.

I was buzzing from the dope and the poppers that I'd just ingested into my sex-crazed, twelve-year-old body. The drugs were enhancing the effects of watching my own arsehole gaping and winking back at me, on the giant plasma screen, just above Dan's head, on the wall before me.

It freaked me out as I realised that I could control the muscles of my sphincter so easily, and I was fascinated watching my arsehole opening and closing at will. After the fingering that Dan had just given me I swore that I could have slid the top of my Coke bottle into the opening without even touching the sides.

"Oh fuck yeah, babe, work that hot arse!" Dan cried excitedly.

I gripped my smooth, alabaster globes of flesh, and spread my hairless buttocks, stretching my gaping hole even further, until it formed a near perfect circle the size of a golf ball.

Dan probed my perfect opening with the massive knob of the black dildo that he had just slathered with lube. The toy was humungous, thicker than my wrist and as long as my entire arm.

I gasped and moaned as he eased the bulbous head against my sphincter, then pushed slowly.



The multi-focal lens of Dan's POV cam was capturing every detail in high definition, and even my beautiful, innocent-looking face was still in sharp focus as well.



Another snort of poppers, to each nostril, and I was ready to play.

My tight, outer ring gave way suddenly; I groaned so loudly that it could have been heard down on the beach, eleven floors below us.

The huge, black dong slipped into my swollen rectum and grazed my super-sensitive prostate, still spongy and inflamed from Dan's earlier stimulation.

The sensation was beyond anything that I had ever been able to achieve to date. My own anal stimulation with makeshift dildos, over the previous six months, paled by comparison.

"Oh, shit, Dan... ooohhh-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FAAARRKK!!!" I cried out, at the sudden expansion of my second sphincter, which had not been probed since the last time I'd shoved my arse down onto my favourite Coke bottle.

"Sorry, babe! Got a bit too excited," Dan apologised profusely.

He eased the massive assault weapon back a few centimetres, until my arse adjusted to the rapid invasion.

I grabbed the Jungle Juice and took a long huff to my right nostril, and then another, even deeper snort, to my left.

Dan slowly picked up where he'd left off, and I pushed down at the same time, watching in stunned amazement as centimetre after centimetre disappeared up into my hot little arse, all in vivid HD on the huge, wall-mounted screen.



The look on my angelic face, in that video clip, is exquisite. As I sit here staring at it now, I can't believe how absolutely beautiful I was back then.

When I get high with dope and amyl, like I am right now, it is almost real. This is as close as I will ever get to heaven, and I know it can never be authentic; at best it is a pale imitation, but I can still dream.

No! I should modify that. What I did and felt, that morning, with the beautiful Dan, was as close as I have ever been to Elysium. Nothing yet has eclipsed that experience.

After nine years that hot spring morning is still the pinnacle of my sexual development.

Unfortunately no amount of dope or amyl can totally recapture that moment. Albeit, I have been close, more than once.

I have had many hot boy fucks since then too, but none has yet surpassed that day with Dan.



I get seriously excited, watching myself being right-royally fucked. I would genuinely love to be able to get off with my twelve-year-old self; it would be perfection; it would be heaven.

There is no-one that I'd rather have sex with. To be able to teach myself, and tell myself, save myself from all the pain and self-loathing. To be able to show myself how beautiful sex could be. To love myself.

To be able to embrace my own immature body and my troubled spirit; to nourish and cherish me and teach me to do the same.

If you can never love another. If society has crippled you so badly that you could never love another. Who then is more worthy of your love than you?



So here I sit, watching my own twelve-year-old self having my first real sex. The interlude with Toby, on the "Wild Roo" ride, the previous Easter, had been exciting, but I never considered it real sex. But that morning with Dan was real sex and, for losing one's virginity, it was very hot.

That my first real sexual encounter was captured in such detail and in such high quality, from multiple perspectives, is still mind-blowing. I never tire of watching it.

However, when I think back to that very hot Friday, I realise that, in several respects, I had already lost my virginity in a number of ways via a number of incidents, including my own self-abuse, over the previous nine months or so.

So I doubt that I could claim that my arse was virginal when I presented it to that beautiful fifteen-year-old. It was well and truly worked in, and I could tell, just by the way that beautiful boy had handled my hole, that he knew immediately.

"Fuck Jesse! You've got one hot, hungry arse, babe!"

Dan was in raptures as he worked the black dildo into my colon. He worked it deeper and faster with each thrust, until the only part of the dildo not inside my hot young arse was held completely in Dan's hand.



The sight of over a foot of that thick, black dong sliding into and out of my tiny twelve-year-old arse, still turns me on. It remains one of the hottest things I've ever seen, to this day.



Another deep huff of Jungle Juice, and I began to writhe and moan, as the monstrous dildo was completely withdrawn from my over-stretched arse, only to be rammed back home with even greater force.

Dan was going crazy with lust, as he continued to pound my arse and suck my rock-hard cock in a frenzy.

Finally he ripped the black log out of my throbbing chute, then bent down and aimed his face at my gaping hole.

"Oh fuck, Jess, that's hot, I want to crawl up there into that beautiful hole!"

He grabbed the torch, and once again shone it's penetrating beam up into my yawning cavity.



In the video you can clearly see the crimson lining of my rectum, glistening in the brilliant light for at least twenty centimetres. There it tapers to the next sphincter, which winks teasingly, indicating its recent penetration. But its narrow opening reveals its relatively less frequent exercise.

The tender membrane of the wall of my colon is pulsing slowly, in synch with my racing heartbeat. Moist, streaked with the viscous mix of Dan's saliva, the lube and my own anal secretions, it throbs in anticipation of further stimulation. Which is exactly what Dan provided.



The sexy surfer swooped down onto my anus and began to scoop out my secretions with his tongue, as he licked, bit, nibbled and sucked at my gaping hole.

"Jesus, Jess, you are one hot little dude... who'd have known. I've been fantasising and wanking over you for months. But I never once imagined anything like this!"

He grabbed the torch, once again, and shone it into my hole.

I obliged by stretching the cavity even wider. I was stunned by the sight of this playing out over Dan's head in vivid HD.



It still amazes me to see the control that I had over my arse, even at that age; and it still fascinates me to watch my twelve-year-old colon gaping and winking at will. Of course, on that hot Friday morning, I was stunned by the vision, and almost incredulous that I could control my own sphincter almost as efficiently as I could pucker and purse my mouth.



After shining the torch into the cavity once again, Dan looked up at me with a shit-eating grin.

"Stay there," he said, "I've got an idea!"

He jumped up, raced out into the lounge room, and returned in a flash, holding up one of the soft-drink bottles that we had emptied on our arrival.

Dan held the bottle up for me to see, and his grin broadened.

"I wish it was a Coke bottle," I teased salaciously.

"Hang on!"

Dan raced out of his bedroom, once again, leaving me to watch his progress on the screen.

Dan placed the bottle back on the coffee table, next to the other. Then he made his way down a hallway, to another room that looked like a study. He retrieved a key from a desk draw.

I watched as the POV web-cam turned towards a glass display case, mounted on the wall over the desk, and focussed on a set of classic bottles.

There were seven in all, including a Chianti and a Cointreau. But there, in the middle of the set, were two Coke bottles.

I could not believe what I was seeing, as Dan grab both of them from the cabinet.

I instantly got excited as Dan returned to where I was still laying on my back, at the end of his bed, with both legs pulled back to my shoulders and my arse still gaping in eager anticipation of what was to come.



Dan stood between my legs and held the two bottles up to my face, side by side, with a devilish leer.

"This what you want?" he asked salaciously.

The bottle in Dan's right hand was almost identical to the one I had at home, but it was crystal clear, rather than the traditional smoky-green glass.

I licked my lips in anticipation of him shining the torch up into the base of the bottle while it was jammed up my colon. I couldn't wait to see the results.

But it was the other bottle that caught most of my attention.

"What the fuck is that?" I cried in disbelief.

Dan grinned wickedly.

"This," he declared proudly, "is a  Hobbleskirt Evolution' Coke bottle, and it's worth over half-a-million dollars."

"You're joking!"

"Dead set! My old man collects them, he bought this at auction last year."

"Half-a-million?"

"Yep... half-a-million."

"Wicked!"

"Wanna start with this?" Dan asked, as he held up the classic.

"Yeah, I think we better... don't know if I can take that  Hobbleskirt Evolution' fucker," I replied with some degree of trepidation.

Dan wiggled his eyebrows sexily, as he slathered the neck of the clear glass bottle with lube. He knelt back down between my outstretched legs, and guided the slimy neck of the bottle towards my still-gaping hole.

I giggled as he nudged the lip of the bottle into my cavity.

"Fuck," Dan cried, "it doesn't even touch the sides!"

However, that quickly changed, as the widening neck of the cold glass pressed against my sphincter and began to force my gaping hole to distend even further.

Dan slipped the neck of the bottle in and out of my colon several times in quick succession, twisting the glass clockwise and anticlockwise with increasing speed and vigour, as he slowly eased it further into my hole.

"You love those ridges sliding over your pucker, don't you, you dirty little fuck?"

"Shit yeah!" I cried in delirious response.

I snorted the poppers again and pushed down hard against the bottle, as Dan continued to rotate the device vigorously. Then, just as I took an even deeper snort of the heady vapours, Dan pushed the bottle hard against my stretched hole.

My sphincter slipped over the bulge in the bottle, and down onto the narrower section towards the base.

"FAAARRKK!" I almost screamed, but from ecstasy rather than pain; I was in heaven.



Dan immediately swooped down onto my painfully hard cock, and took me to the base. He bit down hard against my pubic bone and the underside of my cock, as he twisted his head from side to side, and spun the bottle backwards and forwards inside my stretched colon.

I could feel the bulbous head of my cock continually forcing its way past his epiglottis, as he began to bob up and down on my rampant cock. He gagged occasionally, but it never slowed his assault.

Eventually, Dan relented, and sat back to shine the torch up into the base of the Coke bottle.



The sight was, and still is, exquisite. I never tire of replaying it.

I'd previously had two short video clips, called "Bibcam 13yo Bottle boy HOT" and "Coke Bottle Brilliant" in my kiddie-porn collection. Sadly I had destroyed the entire stash just before Easter, in a fit of guilt and self-loathing, to which I was still prone, at that stage of development in my abuse-ridden life.

Both clips were brilliant, and they had subsequently been the catalyst for my experimentation with my own Coke bottle. Although the red-headed Coke bottle boy had been in his mid-teens, I had been determined that if he could get the bottle all the way up his arse, then I could do the same. It wasn't too long after Easter that I'd managed to do just that, even though I was still only eleven at the time.



The view through the base of Dan's Coke bottle was unbelievable, and far better than either of my lost vids. For a start it was being recorded in Ultra-High Definition.

The base of the bottle magnified the view inside my colon, and the strong torchlight exacerbated the experience. With the effects of the dope and the amyl, it was mind-blowing.

Slowly Dan began to twist the bottle, while he pulled it out and pushed it back in.

I winced and groaned; the widest part of the Coke bottle stretched my sphincter, as it slid over the ridged contours. I snorted madly on the amyl as Dan increased the pace.

Dan paused while I rolled over onto my knees, on the end of the bed.

Then I stood up and posed side-on for Dan to capture the sight of my steel-hard, eighteen centimetre cock that jutted out from my groin. The head of my cock was so swollen and purple that it looked like a ripe plum that was about to explode at any minute. My cock was so hard that it was almost painful. The last few centimetres of the base of the bottle was just visible from the side as well.

"Oh fuck! That feels great," I declared.

I began to walk around Dan's bedroom. The effect that the bottle was having on my prostate was mind-blowing.

"I used to do this at home, until I came without even touching myself."

I walked over to the end of the bed and picked up the "Hobbleskirt Evolution" bottle.

"Oh fuck, that is unbelievable, I don't know if that will fit, but I want to give it a go," I declared.



I dropped the bottle back onto the bed then turned to stare at Dan. He might have only been three years older than me, but he was massive in comparison to my twelve-year-old frame. He was still wearing his Speedos, and his massive cock was still rampant and straining beneath the confines of the thin, black nylon.

"But first I want this," I said.

I moved to stand directly in front of him. We embraced, then Dan took my throbbing cock in his hand and began to slowly and sensually stroke it.

Dan leaned down and smothered my mouth in his and sucked the breath out of me. We embraced in a passionate kiss for some time before I dropped to my knees, with the Coke bottle still firmly wedged in my colon.

The outline of Dan's massive cock was almost mesmerising. I leaned forward and slowly licked from his balls to the head of his cock, sucking on the nylon as I traced the outline of his monster with my teeth and tongue.

When my mouth reached his knob, at the very edge of Dan's hip, I went almost dizzy with the overpowering scent of his secretions. I took the glans in my mouth and sucked the precum through the nylon. It was a heady mix of his cock-snot and the salt from the surf.

As I sucked on the knob I could taste the secretions that were really beginning to flow in earnest. I had to see Dan's cock in the flesh, I could not tease myself any longer.

I reached up and undid the drawstring on his  budgie-smugglers', then slowly slid them down his smooth, hairless thighs. Dan's massive appendage bobbed up before my eyes and stood at forty-five degrees. A steady stream of viscous, crystal-clear nectar oozed from his piss slit and began to hang from the underside of his swollen, purple glans. It was threatening to drip onto the carpet.

This was my dream come true, my first cock, my first touch. I swooped on Dan's knob with my mouth and sucked on it in a frenzy. The sweet juices were overpowering; nectar of the gods. No! It was nectar from a god.

I stood up, momentarily, and we sucked face voraciously, sharing the sweet taste. I was running my hands all over Dan's beautifully smooth, tanned torso, squeezing his firm buttocks and scratching his back, all the way up to his broad shoulders.

We broke the kiss and I slid down his neck, chest and stomach, tasting the salt that had crystallised on his smooth flesh. When I reached his throbbing cock, once again, I devoured the sweet secretions with renewed vigour.

Instead of crouching down, this time I eased myself back towards the end of Dan's bed, pulling him towards me. I sat on the mattress and pushed down on the Coke bottle, forcing it up into my arse, until the base was almost flush with my anus.

The feeling was sensational, and I began to rock to and fro, as I forced the dildo up my arse and Dan's massive cock deeper and deeper into my throat with each thrust.

I hadn't even stopped to think what would have happened if I'd managed to push the base of the bottle past my sphincter. God knows how the fuck we'd have got it out of my hole if it had slipped up into my colon. But that was the furthest thing from my drug-addled, preteen mind, as I revelled in the ecstasy of devouring my very first cock.

Dan's monster was as thick as his wrist and at least twenty-five centimetres long. Like me, his foreskin retracted and stretched over his massive appendage until it was almost impossible to tell that he was uncut. Unlike me, his cock was adorned with a series of thick arteries that stood out against the otherwise smooth shaft. It made the cock seem even bigger and older. It looked like it belonged to a man, rather than the fifteen-year-old god that stood before me.



I took control and swung Dan around and pushed him back onto the bed then crawled up on top of him into my first sixty-niner.

The bottle was still in my arse, and my cock was leaking like a tap. I lowered myself onto Dan, driving my cock deep into his throat. He reached up to my arse and began the spin the bottle, as he pushed and pulled on it.

At the same time I lay down on his torso and attacked his cock in earnest. But I could only manage about half of his monster. I was disappointed that I still had at least five inches to go, and began to wonder if I could do it. I desperately wanted to take Dan to the root.

I looked up at the screen and was mesmerised by the three perspectives on display. My head cam was showing Dan's beautiful hairless balls, hanging below the rest of his cock. Dan's camera was displaying a similar image, but it was enhanced by the view of the bottle, as he teased my arse with his manipulations of the makeshift dildo.

The lateral view from Dan's laptop illustrated clearly just how much of his cock I had yet to swallow, and it spurred me on to a greater effort.

With renewed determination I finally managed to force the knob of Dan's beautiful cock past my oesophagus. I signified my victory by emulating Dan and biting down on the base, teasing the trimmed pubes and the edge of his hairless ball sack with my lips.

I soon found my rhythm and managed to co-ordinate my breathing with my thrusts down onto his beautiful cock.

Just like Dan, earlier, tears were soon streaming down my cheeks, and my already bloodshot eyes were bright pink, from a distance. Copious eruptions of saliva, mucus and snot, were soon flowing steadily from my throat, nose and mouth, slathering his cock and balls in a viscous mess.


"Fuck me, Dan," I eventually cried out in frustration.

I desperately wanted his cock in my arse.

"I want you inside me, babe."

I nearly screamed as he withdrew the bottle, and the widest bulge stretched my sphincter for the last time.

I sat up on his chest, then raised myself up on my knees so that Dan could slide further up the bed, until his cock was pointing up at my arse.

I was facing the television screen on the wall, but was disappointed that my POV cam was now capturing the screen rather than the action. I quickly remedied that by hopping off the bed and sitting the headcam on Dan's chair, which I'd moved to the end of the bed. I also adjusted the laptop on Dan's desk so that it compensated for our movement up to the middle of the bed.

When I climbed back onto the bed, Dan had propped himself up on the pillows, so that he was looking down his torso towards his cock.

As I lowered my arse down towards his throbbing prick, the view from both the front and the back were displayed on the screen. I was delighted with the effect and slowly and deliberately lowered my slender torso until the head of Dan's cock nudged the opening to my cave of wonders.

I paused, with Dan's spongy knob teasing my sphincter, as I took several massive hits of the Jungle Juice, before I passed the bottle back to Dan. He had slathered his cock with a mix of lube and my own secretions, while I was arranging the cameras.

My head was spinning as I allowed gravity to take over. I speared myself down onto Dan's monster in a single determined thrust. The poppers eased the way, and I sighed deeply from both the physical experience and the thrill of finally fulfilling a dream that I'd been nurturing for the last ten months.

The sight of me skewered on Dan's massive tower of pulsing flesh, from all directions, was overpowering. It was an experience that cannot be surpassed.

I started hallucinating again, as my sexual arousal exacerbated the effects of the drugs, and I was thrust into sensory overload. The room had no boundaries, and there were dozens, no hundreds, of guys watching us, as I ground down hard onto Dan's groin.

Soon I was riding his cock like it was a wild brumby that I was breaking in. I jammed my arse down hard against his pubic bone, then ground my own pelvis forward, forcing his monster further into my colon, pushing it hard against my prostate.



We had lost all sense of time, as I worked myself into a frenzy. Dan reached up and gripped me just under my armpits, then he spun me around on his pelvis, with his cock buried to the hilt, until we were facing each other.

I collapsed forward onto Dan's chest and hungrily devoured his mouth. We sucked face for an eternity, while Dan pumped his hips up into my arse with renewed enthusiasm.

With one final snort of the poppers, we both exploded at exactly the same moment.

I'd often read in Nifty stories how the guy being fucked would cum and the contraction of his arse muscles would send his partner over the edge.

But that never happened; coming simultaneously was something that I'll never forget. In fact I've only ever experienced it a couple of times since. Being my first fuck made it even more exciting.

We swung around into another sixty-niner and licked and sucked every trace of spunk from our cocks and smooth torsos. I even licked and sucked on Dan's arse, while he fletched the remnants of his own cum from mine.



Dan reached over and retrieved the abandoned "Hobbleskirt Evolution" bottle, and held it up to me, with a shit-eating grin plastered over his beautiful face once again.

As he raised his eyebrows suggestively, I responded by mirroring his grin and shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly.

"Let's do it!" I cried enthusiastically, "but I think another cone is in order first!"

"Yeah, let's do it!" Dan concurred.



Two well packed cones later, we were flying and my face had gone numb again. Dan arranged me on the end of the bed, the way we had begun, with my head and shoulders propped up and my arse hanging over the end of the mattress.

Even with a couple of snorts of the amyl, it was obvious that Dan was not going to work the huge bulge past my sphincter. I was urging him on, but he was scared of hurting me.

Finally, I got up off the bed and moved over to Dan's chair. I sat the bottle in the middle of the seat, then hovered my arse over the lip of the bottle.

Dan knelt directly in front of me, capturing the action with his headcam, while the laptop captured it from the side.

After two massive hits of Jungle Juice, I lowered myself onto the neck of the bottle then let gravity do the rest.

It took a few attempts before I bit the bullet and pushed my tiny arse down over the huge bulge in this Coke bottle. I screamed in pain and actually thought I'd done some serious damage to myself.

I was afraid to move, either up or down, and my arse burned like the bottle was a red-hot poker.

"Fuck! Are you okay, Jess?"

Dan was clearly frightened, until I reassured him that I was all right.

He slathered the neck of the bottle with more lube, while I huffed more Jungle Juice. I slowly began to ride the bottle, and as I rotated my arse against the neck of the bottle, my prostate sent me into orbit.

Before I knew what was happening, I was riding the fat bulge of the bottle, stretching my sphincter to the limit.

With a massive grunt I slammed my arse down hard and the entire fat glass dildo slipped into my rectum.

I was sitting on the seat, with the entire thing stuffed up into my colon; my sphincter was now clamped down onto the narrowest section just above the base. It was effectively a giant butt plug.

The pain subsided and I was now in sheer bliss. As I rotated my arse around the seat, the stimulation of my prostate took me to new heights of ecstasy.



Dan removed my POV cam, and placed it on the seat behind me, so that, once again we were capturing the action from front, back and side.

As I eased myself up off the bottle, the image of my sphincter stretching to slide over the rippled glass was amazing and is still one of the most erotic things I have ever seen.

What made it even more erotic was not just the much greater bulge of the bottle, but the words "Coca Cola" were heavily embossed on the surface of the glass. They were even more pronounced that the ridges of the fluting down the length of the makeshift dildo. They were perfectly placed, so that they grazed my prostate constantly, generating the wildest sensations through my entire twelve-year-old body.

I was soon riding the bulge with as much enthusiasm as I had ridden Dan. My euphoria mounted as the stimulation elevated the effects of the dope and amyl, and I was soon hallucinating once again.

Dan devoured my cock with renewed vigour and I was flying.

When I finally blew my load into his mouth, I was almost crying in ecstasy.

We eased the bottle out of my arse and I bent over the chair while Dan focussed his headcam and torch into the gaping maw of my colon.

Mucus and traces of blood and Dan's spunk had collected inside the bottle. Dan held it up and grimaced.

"Ewe... gross!" he cried. "You okay, babe?"

I simply nodded and collapsed on his chest from sheer exhaustion.

"Tell you what, Jess: my old man might have paid half-a-million for this fucker. But, after this, I wouldn't part with it for ten million. You're a god!"




We migrated to Dan's en suite to shower and wash my Speedos and shorts.

While Dan was getting a towel for me, I stood at the vanity and stared at myself. I was mesmerised and I was still hallucinating.

Suddenly I was stunned by what I saw, because I was totally enamoured by the sight before me. I was in love with my own image; I was beautiful; I was a god.

I was transfixed.

"You okay, Jess?"

"I'm beautiful!"

Dan laughed and stood behind me. He wrapped his arms around me. With our height difference he stood with his chin resting on the top of my head.

"Yes you are, babe!"

"No! I mean I love what I see. It's... it's... like I'm an angel, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I'm in love with myself."

"I understand, Jess. It's the dope and the poppers, babe."

Dan reached over and turned off the light. It was a brilliant spotlight, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness, except for the soft light filtering into the room through the partially opened door to Dan's bedroom.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the effect became even more pronounced. It was ethereal, and I was looking at two of the most beautiful creatures imaginable. The beauty before me was beyond reality.

I was enamoured with the god-like countenance that peered at me from above my head. But my attention was drawn inexorably down to my own visage, which unbelievably began to morph into an even more beautiful and profoundly ethereal persona.

The effect was so intense that it almost frightened me. I could have stood there in that embrace for all eternity. I was the embodiment of perfection and Dan was my guardian angel.



Suddenly, without any warning, I was looking at a monster. My entire visage had morphed, in an instant, into the personification of evil. I could not describe what or who I saw standing before me; but it terrified me.



The POV head cams were still running, and Dan was still wearing his headset. Despite the darkness, the cam's advanced technology still produced an image that was clear enough to watch. I only wish it had been able to capture what I was seeing. But the look of abject terror that warped my countenance is bone chilling. I never cease to be fascinated, when I watch it.

Even now it brings a tear to my eye. I want to hug the fragile, terrified little boy on the screen. Fortunately Dan, beautiful Dan, was there to hold me tight and reassure me.



As my eyes shot open, in a disconnect of fear and loathing; I trembled visibly. But I never moved, I was even more deeply transfixed than I had been by my ethereal beauty.

Dan squeezed me tightly in his embrace.

"You okay, love?"

"No! I'm scared... I'm horrible... I'm a devil... evil... what's happening!"

"Shhhh!"

Dan smiled again and squeezed me reassuringly. But this time his smile was evil. He was a monster, and he wanted to tear me apart.

But, amazingly I never moved.

I was paranoid, terrified, incredulous; and my mind was suddenly operating on two levels.

I wanted to run, despite being totally nude. I'm pretty sure that if Dan hadn't been holding me, I would have run out of his home, into the elevator and out onto the beach promenade stark naked; such was my sudden paranoia.

Yet, despite that, the barely rational side of my brain clung to Dan's reassurance.

He switched the light back on, and the illusion dissipated.

He spun me around and we embraced. He kissed me passionately, but it was nine parts emotional and one part sexual.

"You okay now, Jess?"



I simply nodded and hugged him tight.

"Fuck," I half laughed with a sense of relief, "what just happened?"

"You know, my old man reckons that marijuana is the  Tree of Knowledge' that Adam and Eve were supposed to have eaten."

"But that's bullshit... you don't really believe that shit, do you?"

Dan laughed.

"No, of course not. The bible's a massive crock of shit!"

"So..."

"Dope has been around for thousands of years. The whole  Tree of Knowledge' crap is an attempt to demonise dope. But dope really does change the way we think. You just saw that for yourself. It opens our eyes, to see into ourselves."

"So why's it illegal?"

"Because if you smoke enough of it, you begin to see through all the bullshit that's around us every day. That's why the Yanks lost the Vietnam War. All the kids back in the States saw through the bullshit and propaganda that the government was spewing out. It's how the  Peace Movement' started and why the US made it illegal."



"So I just saw the truth about myself then?"

"Yeah, I reckon you did. The amyl makes it more real, more beautiful."

"And more terrifying!"

Dan laughed again.

"Yeah, that too! Nobody knows you're Gay, do they?"

I looked suddenly crestfallen, as I nodded ashamedly.

"Figures. Bet you get all depressed after you wank, and feel dirty, eh!"

"How'd you know?"

"Cause you've been crushed by society, all of your life. That's why the first thing you saw in the mirror was the real you. For the first time in your life you realised that you're not the monster everyone tells you that you are!"

"So, why did I get so frightened?"

"For the same reason you get so depressed and guilty after you cum. One minute you're in heaven, then you cum and the whole world drops onto you like a ton of bricks. Then you hate yourself once again.  Tree of Knowledge' babe. You've just had a glimpse of the truth. Trust me, fuck the guilt trip. They're all arseholes, and you're not evil. We are both beautiful, and you've just started to realise it."



I felt as if a ton had been lifted from my shoulders. We kissed again, more passionately than ever, and our flaccid cocks began to swell.

Dan kissed the tip of my cute little nose, then he whispered...

"Oh, babe, you're so hot. I can't believe that you're here. It's a dream come true. I still haven't taken this beauty up my arse yet, either!"

He squeezed my swelling cock.

"Maybe, next time, eh?"

"You want me to come back?"

"Yeah, of course... if you want to. Come on, let's get you cleaned up"

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It was just past one, when I left Dan's eleventh-floor unit.

We'd exchanged phone numbers before I left. Actually he'd sent an SMS to my mobile, which was back in my room at Aunty Jane's.

It was even hotter back down on the beach... it must have been in the mid-thirties by now... a real scorcher.

I had intended going for another surf, to cool off. But I decided to go back to Auntie Jane's, first, and have some lunch; I was famished.

Besides, I was still buzzing, and was still feeling a little paranoid, now that I was back out in public. The beach was so crowded.

As I made my way along the promenade, I looked over towards the southern headland. Dan had stunned me, just before I left, with the revelation that there were several paths leading up into the thick bushland, at the end of the promenade.

The entire headland was apparently an enormous "beat" that worked twenty-four-seven. He suggested that he would take me up there one day, "to show me the ropes."

The day had been an eye-opener, to say the least!

I giggled almost uncontrollably with that thought.

"And an arse opener!"

Suddenly, I panicked, as the latent effects of my paranoia took hold of me. I was unsure whether I had said that out loud, or if I'd only thought it. I looked around nervously, scanning those nearby, to detect a reaction.

I could sense no discernible response, but I was still not convinced that I hadn't said it out loud. I decided to go straight home. I'd have lunch, then come back for another surf, before I headed off to the mall to get some supplies for my meeting with the studio's resident tutor, on Monday.

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