Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 21:41:12 -0500
From: Bi Cruiser <bicruiser@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Comeuppance

 My Comeuppance

   I had not only embraced deprivation but spiraled down to a level of
depravity just about as low as a man could go.  It was bad enough that I
was cheating on my beautiful wife of sixteen years by sneaking off to
remote gloryholes to suck strange cock but now I have actually consummated
the ultimate homosexual act and become a pedophile in one fell swoop.  My
one night stand with a boy named Slate who happened to be born during the
year I got married.  Shamefully, it marked the pinnacle of my sexual
satisfaction and the nadir of my morality.  As attractive and alluring as
he was that night, he was just a child.  I knew what I was doing.  I kept
going into that store because I was intrigued by him and subconsciously
wanted things to go just like they had.  Now, I am afraid of the
consequences, some of which I am already facing.  Our one tryst went long
into the night and I had to return home with a lame excuse that I concocted
during the ride home.  I told Kelly, who had be out of her mind in worry
about what may have happened to me, that I stopped in a bar with an old
college friend.  That was a dumb excuse because it is very unlike to ever
take a drink of alcohol.  The part where we got talking about old times and
forgot what time it was kind of revealed me.  I know Kelly didn't believe a
word of it since we have been together since high school and she knew all
of my friends, and never liked a single one of them.  She was there with me
during half of my college years and lived with me off campus for my last
two years.  She actually does know all of my friends.

   Why is it that you can't come up with a believable excuse when you need
one but you can think of hundreds of them after you have condemned yourself
with a flimsy lie?  One thing I do know from watching all of those crime
shows on TV is not to change your story.  So, I didn't; I didn't embellish
it and didn't change it.  I just kept to the original story.  So far it
seemed to be working, at least I thought.

   I didn't dare take the long trip back to the adult arcade I called
Pokémon for fear of drawing attention to my unexplainable absence from
home. I didn't and couldn't stop sucking cock however so I scouted out
venues closer to home, actually closer to work since I went there during my
lunch hour which quickly became my lunch two hours.  I fed on a delectable
variety of sperm ranging from thin and watery to extra thick and creamy.  I
found that the local clientele were usually much younger and came faster
than the more mature fellows I serviced at Pokémon.  In fact, these near
home young cocks were probably guys on their lunch break like I was and I
found their cum much more satisfying than the far away old guys I sucked
but I longed to take the long trip again anyway.  I tried to convince
myself that my longing was for Pokémon's more active gloryholes and that
there were often a few exceptional cocks there but I knew in my heart that
my longing wasn't for that at all.  I missed Slate.  He was never out of my
mind, not even for a second.  When I was sucking cocks at these haunts, it
was like I was sucking Slate and not the guy who was actually filling my
mouth.  When they would cum, I would compare their taste and texture to
Slate's.  Everything was becoming very mechanical.  I was blowing and
swallowing but not getting the pleasure I use to but the memory of Slate
haunted me.  I spent weeks doing this and knew that needed to take that
trip.  I didn't know how I was going to get away with it but I was going to
find a way.

   I was feeling remorse, not from my actions of having sex with the young
boy but from my cowardliness by not returning to him or even calling him,
even though I had no real way of doing that not knowing how to reach him by
phone, but I should have at least tried.  One day when I happened to be at
home alone, I realized what I was doing to him by abandoning him after we
were so intimate.  He clearly had an emotional attraction to me.  His kiss
was initially romantic and sincere.  It was I who took it to passion.  He
may have feelings of love for me.  After all, I actually told him that I
loved him.

   I tried to brush it off as a heat of the moment thing and being in the
habit during my long marriage of saying "I love you" to Kelly every time we
had sex but with Slate there really was another side to our equation.  My
words and actions set an expectation in him for some kind of reciprocity. I
realized that he too has feelings and obviously had some very strong
feelings going into that fateful night's affair.  He could be and most
likely is pining at my absence.  If I was feeling the void, so too was he.
I became very anxious and worried about him.  This introspection confirmed
that I had love for the boy.  No, I think I love the boy.  No, I was
actually in love with the boy and, I had abandoned him.

   I had to get to him.  It was almost a month since that fateful night.  I
was really hurting inside from what I did and what I am still doing to him
with my absence.  He was probably in pain from the emotional loss.  I
decided to clandestinely take a day off from work so Kelly would not notice
my absence.  Wasting no time, I took the next day off.  Actually, I went
into work that morning but made and excuse to leave after lunch so I could
have plenty of time to spend with him with Kelly being none the wiser.  I
assumed that he would go directly to his shop after school, at least, that
is what I hoped.  I was embarrassed at the whole affair since I knew my
excuse at work was just as flimsy as the one I gave Kelly and I was heading
to explore if not actually proclaim my love for a sixteen year old boy.
What the hell was I doing?

   My emotions during the long drive ranged from elation to despair.  I was
sweating profusely from nervousness.  My thoughts volleyed back and forth
between Kelly and Slate.  I loved her and wanted never to lose her.  She
was my soul mate, the mother of my children and the person I wanted to
always be with and spend my old age with.  Slate, on the other hand, gave
me the most thrilling sexual experience of my life.  I have surrendered to
my proclivity for homosexual sex but absolutely refuse to abandon the
wonderful life I have as a happily married man with children.  I'm not sure
how I'm going to do it but I am going to fit both into my life.  I was
confident that I could keep Slate a secret from Kelly since I had been so
successful at hiding my other extracurricular activities from her so far.

   I got there just when I thought he would be returning from school.  I
parked my car in the middle spot between Slate's store and the bookstore. I
sat there for almost a half an hour but no Slate.  I was thinking he may
have sports or some other after school activity detaining him so I hunkered
down for an extended wait.  After another half hour I began to feel
conspicuous sitting in my car with all of those guys going in and out of
the adult arcade so I decided to go in there to kill some time.

   I headed directly to the vulgar dark smelly cavern at the back of the
store pass the trolls and into a vacant booth opposite the entryway.  I put
in a five and settled in for a long wait.  There was only one hole in this
booth and it was to my left as I watched the recorded pornographic theater
on the screen that was behind a Plexiglas window on the back wall.  There
was a parade of potential suitors presenting at the hole and a few
assertive tops attempting to lure me by sticking their wares through for my
inspection.  Not only was I not in the mood but I found myself being
disgusted at what I was seeing considering that this was the first time I
was not emotionally attached to that hole in the wall.  The guys wanting to
suck cock solicited business by sticking a couple of fingers through the
hole and rubbing them along the cum stained bottom edge.  With my eyes
adjusted to the gloomy darkness of the booth, it was like looking through
night vision binoculars while trying to focus on the hole, the video screen
being the only source of light.  Even through the dimness, I could see the
overly long uncut and pointy nails on unwashed fingers.  Some of them were
really gross and evocative of a smelly mouth with varying amounts of
rotting teeth if any teeth at all.  The thought of these guy's made me
cringe at what I'd been doing recently but those aren't the guys I would
normally service being one of them myself.  It was the presenting tops that
were my target and it was some of those, considering my current perspective
that gave me caution.  Normally the heat of sexual passion was coursing
through me while I was in the booth but today I was quite distracted
lacking all desire to participate.  That sexual numbness allowed me to see
things more objectively.  This was a dirty business I was about.  It was
also risky.  A disinterested look at these presenter's cocks made me think
of all of the diseases they could have and that could infect me.  That
thought had never entered my mind when I was in the zone.  Sperm was my
quest and oral sex the path of attainment.  I realized that I needed to
stop this insanity.

   I exited the booth with the video still playing on the third five dollar
bill I had inserted, but still thought I needed to give him more time if he
was involved in some kind of after school sport or something so I lined up
along the back wall with all of the trolls and just stood there leaning on
the wall.  It was really dark back there but I could see familiar
fingernails.  The faces that I had never actually seen before were of
little consequence.  I stood there for awhile just observing the comings
and goings around me.  Everyone entering the area from the store who looked
like these trolls migrated immediately to join us and those who appeared
younger and healthier and I expect were looking for a blow job went
directly into a vacant booth immediately adjacent to one with a red light
glowing above the door indicating it was occupied.  It was obvious that if
they just wanted to see a video, they could have gone to one of the many
contiguous empty booths.  It was a hit or miss game.  If the person didn't
like what they found in that adjacent booth, they would quickly come out
and find another one aside one with the red light ablaze.  When both lights
stayed on through a couple of dollar cycles, you knew someone was getting
their cock sucked.  Every once and awhile a troll would leave the formation
against the wall and enter a booth with vacancies on either and set up shop
indicated by the red illuminated sign atop his door.

   My observations, this time from outside of the booth, made me
uncomfortable considering I hadn't followed the obvious protocol when I
visited this den of iniquity in the past.  I use to go directly from the
bookstore area directly into a booth usually adjacent to one that was
occupied.  Judging by what I was seeing, that probably placed me next to a
troll booth - pardon the pun - and I was looking at cocks and not fingers
when making my selections but, over time, I probably blew most of these
guys standing along the wall with me.  I was sickened by that realization.

   Eventually I again took to a booth, being embarrassed to stand there so
long with the dirty old geezers.  I inserted my money and no sooner did the
video begin than someone entered the booth next to me.  I was assuming it
to be one of the trolls who followed me in.  Since I was just killing time
and not looking for cock, I dismissed it and focused whatever attention I
could to the sex acts being displayed on the small flat panel screen on the
rear wall of the booth.  I could hear the guy next door enter money to the
machine and counted three bills each being accepted with a loud clunk and
knew that he had expectations of getting relief from a heavy load one way
or another.  My mind was envisioning one of those dirty old guys but when a
large and handsome cock slowly poked through the hole in the side of my
booth, I couldn't imagine that magnificent piece of man meat belonging to
any of them.  It looked like it belonged to someone quite young and not to
a shriveled up old man.  It was large and uncircumcised and the head was
peeking through a tightly stretched foreskin.  I pressed the brightly lit
red plastic button at the side of the screen and quickly flipped through
the video channels to find the brightest one to help put some light on the
subject.  When illuminated, it was revealed to be a champion worthy of even
closer inspection despite my most recent moral epiphany.  Abandoning any
semblance of propriety, I reached out and grabbed the magnificent fleshy
pillar and began to explore it.  Squatting down and looking through the
hole I didn't recognize his trousers as belonging to any of the
wallflowers. Furthermore, his shirt was a button down and not a pullover or
sweatshirt like the degenerates were wearing.  It appeared that this guy
slipped in from the front of the store area and was someone like me,
skipping work and in need of relief only my relief cannot be had from some
stranger's perverted suckling.  Remarkably, that old daemon rose up in me
and forced me down to my knees where I once again surrendered to this
potent male projection.

   My joy was short.  Remorse had already set in by the time I regained my
feet.  I stood there with the aftertaste of cum in my mouth staring at the
now empty hole and the streaks and stains of dried sperm below, evidence of
the countless submissives far less fastidious in their ministrations than
I. It was an ugly mess and it shocked me deeply.  I was looking at the
corruption of human DNA that had been spilled wastefully and willfully
during the pursuit of a sexual euphoria that lasts for mere seconds.  This
careless spillage of precious seed was sacrilege.  As a connoisseur, I was
aghast at the waste of fine semen.  As a curate of the gloryhole, I have
always consumed the oblation as a sacred offering during this act of carnal
worship.  I don't know why but I started to get angry at the waste or was
it just the mess but soon realized that the anger was really directed at
me. I was angry that I hadn't made even the slightest effort to get in
touch with Slate.  I dropped him like the studs that I have known and
always hated dropped the young girls they seduced leaving them devastated
at losing their virginity in what amounted to a one night stand.  Was this
what I did to Slate?  I didn't have to ask because that is just what I did.

   I immediately set out to see if Slate was yet at his deli.  I nearly ran
to his store, embarrassed for again having stains on my knees and
sperm-breath but so eager to see him I didn't care.  As I passed the front
of the store, I could see him through the glass wall standing at the
counter with his back to me.  I stopped abruptly before opening the door to
collect my thoughts about what I was going to say to him.  After mustering
as much courage as I could, I entered the shop and walked toward the spot
where he was standing.  He turned around to welcome the customer he heard
approaching but froze in mid statement when he recognized just who the
customer was.  The initial shocked look on his face turned to one of anger
as I approached him causing me to stop in place.  We stood there staring,
each trying to determine the next move.  I briefly considered turning on my
heel and walking out but reconsidered as Slate's expression melted from
anger to sadness.  His lower lip trembled, his cheek muscles quivered and
his eyes welled.  He valiantly tried to hold back the tears.  I'm sure my
expression mirrored his as I felt myself absorbing his emotional pain which
was intensified by my guilt for causing all of this in the first place.  I
was less successful with my restraint and tears of remorse began to spill
from my eyes.  Amazingly, Slate's face showed compassion as the corners of
his mouth began to turn up and to form a trembling smile.  With this, the
tears poured from his eyes and the two of us stood facing each other
weeping but afraid to make the first move.

   We endured and maybe even enjoyed those few seconds where we communed
from afar and shared our feelings as intimately as if we were embracing.  A
feeling of being loved enveloped me.  Unlike lust, this was an entanglement
of the heart.  I began to feel lost in his stare.  The tug at my heart was
undeniable and unrelenting, the draw irresistible, the pull so forceful I
could only submit.  The table had turned as I was no longer the lustful
aggressor but the lovelorn supplicant.  I was feeling something new,
something emotionally different.  I thought I knew love; after all I love
Kelly with all of my heart and have felt that way since we were teenagers.
I was really confused.  I had never thought of my extra marital sex romps
as cheating on my wife since it never involved an emotional connection with
anybody.  Until now, it was like masturbation, a free pass for sexual
relief.  This thing was different.  There was no way I could deny my
feelings for Slate.  I knew it was not lust and certainly not mere
friendship.  It was definitely love.

   It was Slate who made the first move.  He swiftly stepped up to me and
wrapped his arms around me.  His face exuded confidence betrayed only by
the damp trails from the tears that had run down his cheeks revealing his
earlier distress.  He was in-charge now and pressing his advantage.  I felt
small in his arms but secure in his embrace.  He pressed his lips to mine
so hard that our teeth clashed forcing me to open my mouth which allowed
his probing tongue access.  The kiss was ardent and not at all tender.  It
was one of control; one of conquest.  The table had turned.  I had
surrendered wholly, body and soul to him.  At that moment, there wasn't
anything I wouldn't do for him.

   The kiss broke as suddenly as began and I found myself standing there
all alone.  Still in a fog I could hear the door behind me being latched
and I knew just where we were going.  Slate came up and slid his arm around
my back at waist level and guided me toward that familiar door.  All this
had happened without a single word being exchanged between us.  After
entering the backroom, he went over to switch off the lights and I headed
directly into his little apartment and sat on the couch and awaited my
fate. I felt like a teenage girl waiting for the boy who was about to take
her virginity.  I knew what was going to happen.  As I sat there trying to
deal with this new circumstance I had to admit that I was scared, moreover
curious.

   By the time Slate came in I was resigned to my new role and kind of
eager to get on with it.  I almost threw myself into his arms as he sat
down and offered him my lips.  Without a word we melted into each other.
His hands roamed over and down my back stopped only by my belt.  At the
height of arousal, he leaned me back onto the cushion like I had done to
him several weeks before.  With our lips still locked he lay on my side and
slid his free hand to my belt buckle and artfully released it.  He
continued to open my pants and release my hard throbbing cock to the cool
air of the room.  He slid his fingers down along my shaft until he reached
and cuddled my balls but was hampered by my clothing.  He quickly grabbed
the sides of my trousers and slid his thumbs under both my belt and the
waistband of my boxers and pushed them downward.  Remembering the
difficulty I had doing the same thing to him, I dug my heels into the
cushion and raised my butt up so he could get them down quickly.  This
approach backfired on me as the elastic band of my boxers hooked my
erection which painfully resisted his tug on my pants.  He realized my
plight and released the tension so I could untangle my cock from its hold.
As I was doing that, he flipped my shoes off one at a time before returning
to removing my pants.  When they were off, he removed my socks leaving the
entire lower half of my body naked and exposed to the cool air.  The effect
was to drain the blood from my hard on leaving it to lay thick but much
less potent on my abdomen.

   I lie there with my most private area exposed, allowing myself to be
totally vulnerable to another male which I found unbelievably exciting and
erotic.  I could feel my cock again stiffen and its seepage drip and begin
to pool just below my belly button.  It tickled as the gooey string danced
across my abdomen when my cock bounced and swayed in anticipation of his
delicate touch.  He did not disappoint but avoided direct stimulation of my
now engorged cock and gently cupped my ball sack in his hand.  My erection
waxed and waned lacking intimate contact but when he slid a finger down
into my ass crack my cock sprang back to full attention in solute to his
bawdy impertinence.  I had never been touched there before.  Kelly
absolutely refused to go anywhere near there.  She thought it dirty and
disgusting but never seemed to mind when I rimmed and sucked her asshole.
Slate however seemed to have no compunction about touching mine.  He
lightly rub over it several times but suddenly retreated causing me to
rotate my hips upward in an attempt to again capture his finger or at least
entice him to return it to my hole.  I loved the feel of his finger as it
played with my bung and sent chills up my spine while pumping blood back
into my cock.  I found myself pushing back at his finger trying to get it
to enter me.  Evidently, he got the message and held his finger firmly
there so the pressure I applied began to achieve slight penetration.  Only
part way in, he moved his finger in a circular motion while pushing
slightly inward but before the finger popped in, he pulled it back to rub
me around the rim.  This tease was driving me crazy and coaxing me to an
early climax.  He was reading me accurately because he removed his finger
and returned to massaging my balls which while enjoyable, tended to lower
my excitement to a safe level and saving my climax for later.

   My resulting flaccid member must have been a signal for him to try
something new since he lowered his face close to mine and began to plant
light noisy kisses on my cheeks and forehead and eventually working his way
down to the side of my neck just below my ear where began to lightly lick
then suck the sensitive skin making me nearly hyperventilate.  The sucking
became more intense and he was planting a hickey on me just like I was a
high school girlfriend.  My mind briefly went to Kelly, my wife, who would
certainly notice a rustler's competitive branding but lost in lust, I let
the thought of her fade away.  For the first time in my life, someone was
making love to me and all I had to do was lie there and enjoy it.  I didn't
have to be the one making all of the moves.  I didn't have to perform.  All
I had to do was surrender and surrender is just what I did.

   I had no idea if Slate had his own style of seduction or was just
mimicking what I had done to him.  I had no real perspective since I was
never on the receiving side before.  I may have recognized some of the
moves but none of the sensations.  I quickly learned the ones I liked and
those I didn't but there weren't many of those.  He did have a gentle touch
which thrilled me and eased me into resignation.  I didn't enjoy those few
rough or fast moves so much.  I did however love the feel of his breathing
on my neck as he branded me with more and larger hickies.  The sound of his
breathing so close to my ear was probably the most erotic experience of my
life.  It seemed to throw a switch turning up all of my senses to new
heights.  Suddenly I could feel every square inch of his body where it
touched mine.  I could distinguish the smell of his hot skin through the
flowery fabric softener permeating his clothing that until now had drowned
out all scent of him.  I could feel his stiff cock against my hip and feel
the heat radiating from it.  I wanted desperately to touch it, to kiss it,
to suck his sperm from it but it wasn't for me now to take any action to
satisfy my own old drives.  He was taking care to satisfy me in a
completely new way.  I was giving myself, heart and soul, to him and the
only movement I made was to make it easy to seduce me.

   He was again pressing at the gate with his finger which was met with
significant resistance in the form of friction in my dry hole.  He worked
it in none the less causing me to wince from the pain leaving my anus raw
and very sensitive.  Despite the discomfort, my sphincter grasped his
finger and held it snuggly as he worked it around inside me.  My asshole
was reluctant to let him out now that he was in.  I was actually enjoying
the first anal penetration of my life.  Amazingly, considering the
euphoria, my erection began to slacken but the crystal clear ooze leaking
from the tip began to flow liberally onto my stomach.  It actually tickled
as it flowed and pooled in my navel.  Slate was clearly fascinated by the
seepage and reached with his free hand to lightly stir the fluid with his
finger.  He brought the finger up to his mouth and after tasting it he bent
over to lick my cock on the shaft just below the head and then he slid his
lips around it and worked the head until it was fully in his mouth.  The
feeling was so exquisite that a spasm ejected a pulse of that clear
lubricant into his mouth and I could see his Adams apple slide up and down
as he swallowed the imperfect offering.  His tongue danced all around the
head of my cock drawing more and more fluid from me making him swallow
frequently to keep up.  His finger finally probed deeply enough to reach my
prostate which he slowly massaged.  The combination of his tongue and
finger quickly drove me over the top and I blasted a number of forceful
shots of my blessed cum directly down his throat.  I could hear him moan as
the remaining sperm drained from my balls into his mouth where he took time
to savor my offering before finally consuming it.  The power of my erection
diminished only slightly but the intensity of my passion was inflamed.

   Still silent, Slate stood up and removed all of his clothes revealing
his raging passion.  He unbuttoned my shirt and began to pull it off of me
requiring me to sit up and turn away from him as it was released from my
body.  He grabbed my shoulders from behind and pressed his cock against my
upper back and neck and humped me until his fluids began to flow and smear
on my skin.  I put my head back to get as close to his cock as possible
allowing it to slide across my ear leaving it wet with his slime.  Needless
to say, my cock was at full mast.  I wanted to go again.  I wanted to shove
it up his ass again and dump my load deep inside him but he had other
ideas. He pushed forward on my shoulders until I was laying on my stomach
against the seat cushions of the sofa.  He laid on top of me and his cock
slipped neatly along my ass crack like a hotdog in a bun and the bare skin
of his chest lay along my back.  He pushed my legs wide with his and rested
his muscular thighs along the inside of mine.  I was pinned and was
preparing for the inevitable.  This was it, he was going to make love to me
or maybe take revenge on me.  Either way, he was going to take my male
virginity.  He slowly slid his cock up and down along my crack coating it
with his viscous effluent.  His was now flowing as copiously as mine had
while he was blowing me.  The large head on his otherwise slim cock
couldn't catch the rim of my hole as mine did to his.  He humped me for a
long time, moaning increasingly louder and I thought for a moment that he
was going to finish off just humping me but I was wrong.  He reached down,
grabbing his cock, pointed it directly at and on my asshole.  He continued
the rocking motions of his hips causing my hole to slightly expand on the
down strokes.  I tried to relax my sphincter but his downward thrusts were
painful causing me to reflexively tighten.  I could hear the squishing of
his wet cockhead slapping at my hole and the low moaning in his chest in
anticipation of entry.  This was taking too long and I wanted it to happen
so I pushed back with my hips as he was pushing down into me.  He finally
made some headway as my hole sprang open and his cockhead entered me
halfway but the resistance of my sphincter forced it right back out when he
relaxed his thrust.  I tried to follow him back but he moved a little
faster than me and we lost the necessary pressure for entry.  I remembered
that Kelly said she pressed down like she was taking a shit to get my cock
in her ass when we did anal.  So, I tried that.  The next time Slate pushed
down with his cock, I pushed my hips up into him while pressing down as if
to take a shit and it happened.  Slate's cock slipped right inside but not
without excruciating pain.  It burned so bad that I thought I would scream
and maybe I did.  Either my scream warned him or he apparently remembered
what it was like and just held himself there without movement until my pain
ultimately subsided.  He waited for me to make the moves.  I slowly rotated
my hips and explored the level of pain and discomfort of various positions
and movements.  The burn was still there but the feeling of fullness was so
intriguing that the pain became secondary.  I pushed back slightly and felt
him go deeper into me.  The feeling of fullness was intoxicating.  It
wasn't at all like taking a shit.  This was an invasion of my body.  This
was another human being entering me; forcing his way inside me.  I was
aware that he was taking control of me and would soon dump his seed into
me.

   I wanted him to fuck me and welcomed his seeding.  I let him take over
the movements and my enjoyment became much more intense as a result.  He
moved his cock in and out with longer and longer oscillations.  I
especially enjoyed the thrusts into me.  I involuntarily pressed back into
him with each of his forward thrusts to get the maximum sensation out of
it. Oh God!  It felt good.  He finally pushed in as hard as he could,
reaching as deep into my bowels as permitted by my position on my stomach.
He slowly fucked me that deeply for a long time while he kissed the nape of
my neck and nibbled at my earlobes.  His breathing was fast and steady but
not indicative of an approaching climax.  On the contrary, my breathing was
very erratic.  I was grunting and groaning so hard that I often forgot to
breathe at all.  I felt my cock expand to dimensions it never had reached
before.  It was actually painful.  I could feel my balls being pulled up
against the base of my cock as my scrotum tightened and squeezed them.  For
the very first time I was aware of my prostate as his cock rubbed against
it.  With his longest strokes, I could feel his mushroom bounce against it.
I was at a level of sexual excitement I never reached before and then my
cock suddenly began to spasm and spew powerful jets of sperm that forced
their way between my stomach and the cushions of the couch to reach the
level of my chest.  I had never ejaculated with such force before, nor with
such volume.  There was so much sperm between me and the couch that I could
feel my body begin to slide with each of his urgent thrusts.  I was so lost
in lust that I didn't count the spurts but I'm sure that was also a record
for me.

   He was pumping me more forcefully and my hole lost all resilience as it
gaped from his vigorous plunging.  His cock slipped easily in and out now
that I was stretched.  His downward thrusts began to slam into me and a
loud plop-plop sounded his rhythm.  Every once in a while, when he was
deepest into me, he would rotate his hips and I could feel the full length
of him moving about in me.  I felt like it was up to my stomach.  This
rotary movement was getting me going yet once again and my cock began to
stiffen but nowhere near what it just had been.  I think that was a once in
a lifetime experience.  Regardless, I was getting horny again with this
kids dick well into my ass.

   Slate then grabbed my hips and pulled me up so we were both on our
knees. I could feel the chill as the sperm on my stomach began to cool and
the unusual sensations in my bowels as his dick moved about as we changed
positions while still connected.  The connection was not really an option
since, despite the slack state of my sphincter; his large cockhead was
still locked solidly in me.  We were joined like a pair of knotted mating
mongrels.  I could feel the pain as his dick pulled at my hole while we
were getting up but once in place, things felt normal, at least a new
normal for this experience, and he began his pumping in earnest only now he
was able to plunge even deeper into me.  I fount he could reach maximum
depth with me leaning down with my head on the cushion and pushing my ass
as high as I could.  It seemed to me that he was sliding in and out too
easily with my rectum being so stretched but his large plunger at the top
of his cock was still giving me the full effect deeper in my bowels.

   His breathing became rapid as he pushed to the farthest depths of my
colon.  I could feel him getting larger in me and his thrusts harder.
Eventually he made one last hard thrust into me and let out a loud scream
as his sperm shot out of his long cock and into my depths.  I felt the
first spurt deep inside but the others I felt only by the sensitive nerves
surrounding my hole as his dick throbbed in the spasms of climax.  He
dumped a huge amount of sperm in me because I felt like I had to purge when
he finished.

   He stayed in me for awhile and eventually laid on my back forcing us
both back down to the sofa.  I could feel his shaft diminish as we lay
there but still connected.  He leaned down and brought his mouth to my ear
and whispered, "I love you." These were the first words between us all
night.  I had to respond but didn't feel I could do it properly facing
downward with him on my back.  I twisted my body, forcing him to slide off
me and against the back of the sofa.  Surprisingly, he was still attached
to me.  The head of his cock was reluctant to shrink and I had to endure
the pain of its exit when moving away from him.  It came out with a plop
followed by a huge amount of sperm.  I could feel it flowing out of my hole
and down my right ass cheek.  I reached back to try to stem the flow with
my fingers and was shocked when they plunged into the void that was once my
asshole.  My fingers were immediately covered in sperm as it continued to
flow out of me.  I stood up only to have the sperm flow down the back of my
thighs and calves and then splash on the floor.  Stopping it was futile so
I took my hand out of my ass and brought it around to look at it.  His cum
was all over my hand and looked mostly transparent - not at all like the
stuff right out of the tap.  I couldn't resist tasting it and brought it to
my mouth and licked off all that I could.  I even reached back and scooped
up more to eat.

   Slate was lying on his side in absolute exhaustion.  I stood before him
with a semi-turgid cock and cum dripping out of my ass, all over my hand,
and smeared across my face.  It was very late and work would have been over
hours ago.  I had no idea how I was going to explain my lateness to Kelly,
let alone the clusters of large hickies on my neck.  Looking down at him
there was one thing I did know and that was that I loved this boy and I
would never be able to live without him again.