Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2020 17:42:43 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: RICK HOWMAN - PART TWELVE +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ RICK HOWMAN - PART TWELVE THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or link www.bit.ly/2x8dXEV TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ RICK HOWMAN - PART TWELVE Baby was downcast. "Hey, Baby," Tony nudged him with his finger. "What's up? You unhappy? Nothing a good stiff cock up your ass won't fix! Come on." Tony nudged Baby onto his front - Baby displayed his hole - and Tony stood between Baby's legs, bending his knees to introduce his gigantic curved prong to Baby's arse, rubbing it along the crack and pressing the engorged head against his tight hole, probing the lump in to tease it and removing it playfully to make it hungry. "Come on. Just stay like that. I love this hole. I ... love being adored by a cute sub who just wants my sperm. You remind me; once this guy I saw once in this supermarket ... his appearance entranced me completely. Dressed in the thinnest and most close fitting white shirt and incredibly tight beige shorts; I thought, He's got the sort of legs that look good in shorts and believe me ... those legs are two and far between!" Baby laughed - face to a pillow as Tony eased himself in. "Who would have thought a man could make of such innocuous garments something so provoking? I was shocked and tantalised to observe such poisonously pure beauty. The light fed through his thin cotton, and shaded where his curves were most deeply shaped. I simply could not see him as wearing anything at all; my eyes naturally unhindered him and played on the naked skin that pressed inside the single layer of cloth. Incredibly thin. Incredibly beautiful and incredibly thin. He demanded penetration." "You make me feel like that," said Baby, receiving Tony's prong with gratitude at last. Tony grunted at it entered and slid and started to thrust a rhythm, talking gently as he did so. "You're nothing like him. You're terrific but nothing like him. He was unreal. "I was surprised when he spoke to me - totally taken aback, surprised, because I had been watching him shop, idling along the food counters; I thought he was concentrating and hadn't noticed me. Nevertheless, when he did speak I was so caught up in my own attraction to him that I immediately assumed he was answering my own erotic thought-line. He said, I'm looking for ... whatever it was. I could have been anybody. To be treated like a shop-assistant shocked me, but I maintained my composure. You have to ..., I said, and then corrected myself, Let me show you. "He smiled - good god what a smile - and I walked him like a pet round to where the article was. He selected one and thanked me. I was staring at him but knew my chances rested on the follow up. I decided on the direct approach. I stared at his nipples showing through the tight tissue of his shirt. 'You are dressed for summer,' I said. 'Oh this?' He replied, stroking his chest prettily, 'Looks good doesn't it?' Oh he knew exactly what he was doing. 'Looks good on you honey!' I replied, chancing my arm. He laughed and turned, as though I had just told a joke and was done. So I said it to him directly, 'You're not finished are you? Hang around!' "He spun round on a toe and looked at me, I swear, like I was beneath him. Fucking cheek. So I adjusted myself, let it spring up a bit in my trouser leg and waited for the response. His dark hair curled slightly at the fringe; he wiped it away as though it was impeding his vision, and tucked a finger behind his ear before placing that same finger on his lips. 'Is that what I think?' he laughed, walking back to me and casually striking it with the back of his wrist. His eyes flashed when he felt how real it was. He was my height, and his dark brown eyes stared into mine. 'I need to get this basket checked out,' he said with a laugh. 'Let me help you,' I said. 'Lead the way!' I placed a hand on his bottom as he turned. It was so firm - his bottom, I mean - but so was my hand, cupping his buttock. "I accompanied him to the cashier and helped him load his stuff into his bags, all the time watching him - so that he smiled and smiled, with the concentration of someone who knows he's being cruised. 'Like what you see?' he asked, ignoring the cashier. I could see he liked my attention. 'You live nearby I hope,' I replied. He said, 'Not far; then you going to help me unpack all this?' And I said, 'We'll see. Certainly deserves attention.' So that was it. He was cute." "You carried his bags?" asked Baby. "No way. I let him fucking do it. I just watched him from behind, letting his cute walk lead me back to his pad; wiggling up the stairs. When we got there he dropped his stuff and just walked up to me brazen and unbuttoned me, reached in, got it out and let it breath the fresh air, holding it like it was a problem he knew the solution to." "Such a slut," said Baby. "I told him to undress - though my hands on him could have burnt his clothes right off. He stepped back and let go. That's when he looked at it properly for the first time. "I think he was surprised - his mouth never closed. Nevertheless, he stripped as instructed , what few clothes, and obviously enjoyed being enjoyed; appreciated. He had perfect skin. And his body was, like I already knew, absolutely perfect; curved back shaped in two ridges that pointed down to his arse shaped in two dimpled doughnuts that met in a deep dark inviting open slice; wherever I placed my hands on him he felt like silk and the shapes I could explore were like nothing except what I had once assumed could only exist in my imagination. It was almost painful to experience his texture." "Jesus," murmured Baby, getting jealous. "He liked to be touched. He even stroked himself against me, brushing his body against my motionless hands; just letting me grip him enough to feel him before pulling himself away and presenting another part of himself to my craving fingers. "We could have got off just doing that, but his prick was bright red and hard and his arse was begging. He said, 'Let me help your clothes off.' So I let him. He took tremendous care, casually touching me as he dragged my trousers down. "When he saw my thing, he said it was, 'insanely huge', and laughed, and I thought he was going to pass. But I got him to stand and we got to kissing - his mouth was sugary like yours - and I let him hold it, and I let him, you know, just play with it a bit. He got used to the idea. I let him do whatever he wanted. He wanted to just play with it. He wanted to wank it, and watch it grow. He was fascinated by it. He like stroking the whole thick trunk and tickling my hairy sack. He liked my balls too. He wanted to hold them and play with them. Then he wanted to kiss it, so I let him do that. I let him set the pace. He knelt down and carried on playing. Sometimes he licked the shaft. Sometimes he put the end in his lips and sucked on it. He went sort of cross-eyed staring at it. "Can you lick like a cat? He licked it and kissed it like he didn't want it to melt before he was finished. "Then he put it deep down his throat, dropping his jaw like it was dislocated. It was incredible. The shaft was dripping with his spit. It was hot to the touch as he worked it with his fist. Gradually he was getting so excited and hungry, I could see it in his face and his concentration. He stood up and put it in between his thighs and rubbed himself on it, like he was fucking it but not letting it go in. Gradually he started letting it stroke against his hole. He was rubbing himself on it and kissing me, moaning softly as his pussy got more and more ready. I didn't have to do anything. I just let my hands rest on his body as it moved and let him know I was ok. "He tried to turn me so that I'd lie on the bed, but I needed to take him - not the other way round. I held his shoulders and pushed him back. On the bed he looked like a pressed butterfly, his arms thrown back and his short hair loose, his legs opened like a flower; he lifted them willing to show me the tight bud. I bent down and kissed it. That taste of a man - you can't beat; but that was the last of the foreplay. I needed to break it in. "As I eased it up there he started to hyperventilate. 'Have you got any poppers?' he said. 'That sometimes helps.' 'Nope.' I liked that he was panicking. 'Well, let me sit on it.' 'Nope. I think you'll be fine. I'm not going to force it. I'm going in gently. I'm going to get you to relax; just relax it. Like it's your throat opening and filling with me.' He took a breath and I saw him, will, his sphincter wider, and wider, holding his stomach tight and opening his legs. His bottom was like a fire. It was like fucking a tightly knotted cream cake, that's all I can say, after I got him well lubed up. I said, 'Now don't scream if it hurts at first.' And he said, 'No Sir,' then with a laugh, 'I won't scream!' And I'll give him credit: he didn't scream though boy he did breath heavy and grunt a bit, and lucky I was real hard because though I was super swollen, I managed to force it in. All the way. I knew he'd taken a lot of nob in the past but this was a challenge this one and he had to really concentrate to relax. I said to him to relax or else I would have to be more forceful with him. And I felt him really try but it was no good actually so in the end I did have to just ignore him hurting and had to force it in to him and just as I was thinking he might start to actually struggle and resist, in it went and I was there, fucking the thing like a rocket. Beautiful. Feeling." Tony's fuck pace changed up and Baby felt him drive it with less care as his blood stiffened with more pressure. "I love that feeling when you've conquered it and it's just a matter of enjoying yourself. He was determined, I grant you, and as he got more into it he was touching himself, trying not to orgasm but trying to stay open and not sore. So I held his legs and gave it to him. He was jerking about like a boat on a wave, and I was working it so hard. He shut his eyes and just made a noise like, Engh, engh. The more I was in the more I could see the look on his face, just sort of fade, like I was draining him out of himself... He didn't touch himself - I wouldn't let him. I played with it just enough to keep him compliant. Then when I realised he no longer needed it any more soft pedalling I just drove it out and in, deep and hard. He was still going Engh. His shitter was brown and red - so much for the dignity of the beautiful bride. He was moaning and then he started to cry, 'Oh please yeah please!' And then he started to really cry, when he realised I wasn't going to stop, 'Oh please. Oh please. Oh please.' And then he was just like begging me, 'Please cum, please cum, I can't take it ... any ... more.' " Tony chuckled, re-enacting the fuck in Baby's hole. "But he meant for me to keep on. And I knew he wouldn't forget it if I made him go way further than he'd been taken before. I already had his hole gaping and wide. I just carried on taking him until at last I'd made it big enough so I could do anything. He was gaping wide. So I just stopped for a bit and then he was silent. Then I put it back in. He knew by then, I wasn't going to leave it til he was completely used. So I used it and used it. And then, when I cum in it, he was so grateful I stopped at last it was like he was begging me, to do anything I wanted to him just to cum in him, and stop the pain. Except stop. He didn't want me to stop. "I stopped when I was properly drained. He just lay on the bed like a corpse. And when I went to get cleaned up ... but when I came back, I was looking at him, looking at the mess he was, and it turned me on so much. So I rolled him onto his face and rubbed it into his arsecheeks til it was hard and then did him again from that side. Such a worthwhile day. "So he never said a word. I was pumping him hard, because the second time is more difficult to get to. He was just grunting and waiting for me to ejaculate another time. Then when I'd done, I pulled out and just lay there. He turned onto an elbow and looked at me. And do you know what he said?" Baby had no idea, "Did he accuse you of something?" "He said, 'Thank you darlin'. That was wonderful.' And he kissed me. And he was so grateful and so sad it was over. I thought he was going to cry at the pain he felt." 'That's how I feel,' thought Baby as Tony kept it pumping. "Are you grateful?" "Yes. Yes." "Well tighten up then! Show it!" Baby tried to tighten his exhausted hole. He did his best. "Tony. Tony," he whimpered, "Tony. Tony," pushing back to receive it less painfully. Tony slapped his buttocks firmly. Once. Twice. "Oh you love that thick meat. Say it." Baby moaned, "I love your thick meat, your thick meat," he moaned and meant it and braced his whole body, curving and arching his back to give Tony a firm tight hole to go in. His stomach flattened hard and arched like a bridge, held at the hips in Tony's large hands. Tony continued, "Afterwards I said, 'I think you'd better start wearing your underpants for a few days' - you know, because he was bleeding a bit - and he laughed and touched it and it was, you know, hot; and I said to him, 'How do you manage to be so beautiful?' He was just so utterly perfect I felt manipulated. Like he had identified and homed in on my desires, to satisfy me completely, to use my desires to satisfy his own." "What's wrong with that?" "I didn't like it." Tony came with a short groan that made Baby feel completely soiled. Tony stopped and Baby could feel his cock inside his rectum coughing up and coughing up his sperm inside him. Tony groaned gently, then said, "I stayed to fuck him some more. I wanted to use him up completely. He just lay across me, either had me inside him or held it between his legs. We were hard all night long and he never let go of me or lost his excitement. That's why I don't like my men to cum: it finishes them. But that was terrific. That was powerful." Tony worked the finality of his sperm into Baby's anus with a few grinds of it in and out and then pulled out, completely, wincing at the discomfort, leaving the hole gaping strawberry red raw. Baby had served his purpose - though he was still edged and wanted it still, even with Tony's ejaculation still bleeding from him. "I teased him. I said, 'I want you to cum. No don't cum. Don't cum. Do you want to cum? Don't cum.' And then I still didn't let him cum and even when I left I said, 'I'll phone you and you can cum for me over the phone.' So I got his number and left. I didn't phone for a couple of days. He had given up." "Had he cum?" Murmured Baby desperately because he was edged and still craving. "I don't know if he had cum. I didn't ask. I told him I needed more release. I mean I'd been elsewhere, but he was good and I realised I could use him pretty much permanently. So I told him I'd need him for release and told him where to find me and sure enough, he turned up all ready. Cleaned up and everything. He was great." Tony was relaxed. "Slurp me up." Baby sucked Tony's dick clean and sucked out all the cum left in it I closing round the foreskin. Then Tony went and washed up. When he came back Baby was slumped onto the floor, his hardon still throbbing against his stomach. Tony leaned against the doorframe and watched Baby with satisfaction, so super-aroused and aching for attention. Baby watched him. He watched Tony's soft prick swing like a log between his legs when he walked. "What are you thinking about?" asked Tony, "as if I didn't know." "I was thinking about you. What were you thinking about?" "What I like!" "A bucket-arsed sub is what you like, asfar's I can see," said Baby defiantly. "That's part of it - in the sense that, a lot of men like the idea of my cock but are intimidated by it. Persuading them to take it by turning them on until I can penetrate them is what really, like what really turns me on. It's rarely something I get the opportunity arises. But it's one of my greatest pleasures. I like to pick someone up, like supermarket guy was a classic example, and just edge them until they are accepting it, then just gradually work them into demanding it and begging for it and turning them into, just shameless size-queens who can't accept a smaller cock or any of the games that passed for sex before I fucked then open." "Don't they become dependent?" (Like I have become dependent, he thought) "How many men with cocks your size are there?" Tony laughed. "Not enough! Yeah they do get needy and persistent but the interest for me is soon gone. I can't open a bud once it's in full blossom, can I? And the thrill they got at being pushed past their comfort into a zone with a new, or no limit can't be repeated for them either. They think the magic has to go on getting better but I already know better, and they are done, as far as I am concerned, once they can sit on me and slip it in without so much as a murmur." "What becomes of them?" "Not my problem. Mate." "What about me?" "You're different. You're not so much demanding as obedient; you pay your way." Baby found it both exciting and chilling that Tony had him placed in this way, a useful slut who would do the dishes and open his legs conveniently. But what if someone else came along Tony liked? "He made me laugh," said Tony with a grin, "He said, 'You have the most amazing penis!' like in that voice. Camp little tart ..." "You do have the most amazing penis," said Baby. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF RICK HOWMAN - PART TWELVE