Date: Fri, 14 May 2004 01:36:30 -0400
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Man Cherry Fetish   (Part I)

		      The Man Cherry Fetish - Part I
		       by blondeallover@hotmail.com


The following story includes sexually explicit and graphic content.  All the
usual disclaimers apply.


This is the story of how I came to be an Asian cock and ass freak. I had no
idea how much I craved dick until I became a student in the eastern U.S. I
was attending a party that was being thrown for the better students in my
department by professorial graduate school assistants. The event was located
at a professor's home who was known to "swing both ways", if you catch my
drift. Even though I mingled pretty much with my undergraduate friends, I
noticed I was being stared at by a blonde dude whom I never recollected
seeing around the campus. I wasn't in touch with my current attractions then
but I recall I did not seem uncomfortable as he was an attractive guy. He
must have seen me help myself at the bar, as he had rum and coke refreshers
presented to us by the bartender. He toasted me as he was being pointed out
as the source of donation. I don't remember much after taking a couple of
sips, as the next thing I know I was waking to a splitting headache in a
strange bedroom, stark naked, spread eagled, my front on a king sized bed in
such manner that my wrists and ankles were tied and shackled by strong nylon
cord to the head and foot bedposts.

I sniffed something that made me slightly nauseous as I was feeling very ill
and nervous as I drowsily became cognizant of my dire circumstance. Where
the fuck was my clothes and who would do such a thing to me? The vaguely
soapy odor alerted me to a recently showered person nearby. Painfully
adjusting my head to get a look I saw 2 bare knees, lower legs and feet
kneeling inches from face. In alarm, I painfully shifted my head up to see
the blonde guy, also stark naked, looking down contemptuously at me. He was
softly stroking his thick 6" cock, beet red Knob with stiff arousal. He bent
lower so that I could actually smell the saucy musk emanating from his
excitation. "You ever been fucked by horny man meat, Asian boy?". He spoke
with a low-pitched tone of authoritarian derision.

I was both fearful and fascinated. I dreaded being physically abused, or
worse, but I was hypnotized by the vision of pale skin and raw sexuality
before me. I had only briefly glimpsed white men naked before and never
encountered a naked blonde. His ample light toned pubic tuft wafted in
graceful feathery clumps from the base of his man tool and moderately low
hanging sac of swinging orbs. His arms showed good tone but no great mass.
His chest was shaped with distinctive pectorals, lightly fuzzed and budding
pale nipples. I was disgusted with myself as I felt my own organ of our
gender swell and stiffen under me against the bed clothes. I was angry not
just because of my involuntary physical constraint, but also because his
bold and conspicuous aggression of physical desire to expend at my expense
caused my body to respond with such stimulation. "Fuck you, you faggot
pervert !!! Do you get your jollies kidnapping foreigners and bugger them
with your disgusting, stinking piss hose?"

I struggled against the knots in the cord, but this only seemed to have the
effect of tightening. Meanwhile, he kneeled over me as he muttered his
response. I could hardly believe how I actually thrilled to have his bony
hands knead my flexing buns. "I'll take that as a no. . . . Don't worry,
I'll soon have you beg for cock, like all the faggots whom I break in always
do. Great ass here !! You got a swweeeet little virgin hole, here.
Definitely worth getting a closer look.

He was off the bed and I guessed his thumping bare feet were moving him
behind me as I screamed at him in conflicted rage. "You touch me again and I
will have you put away for life, if not have the living crap beaten out of
you."

I heard him chuckle as he softly responded. "You connected with the Asian
mafia or something? . . You'll be hankering for more all the time when I get
through with you, queer boy. Your big problem will be trying to keep secret
what a big cock teasing sissy you are." As he spoke, my nakedness was being
caressed by waves of hot lust as his spit covered skillful fingers
confidently caressed and probed the exposed ring of my inexperienced love
hole. I could not suppress the disposition of my most intimate bodily part
to gleefully pucker, swell, and even engorge those sumptuously probing
digits. It was like discovering that I could kiss passionately from what
otherwise would be regarded as a very private place. The contemplation that
my butt hole would probably be embracing his stiff and heated cock had my
own nearly at the bursting point. It flinched and bucked underneath me with
unabashed desires as I tried to cope with the most throbbing boner of my
life. My loins hugged the bed as I frustratingly tried to conceal my
desperate arousal.

"Please don't", I whimpered, trying to disguise a moan of sultry pleasure.

"Please ddoooooo, bucko." He gave my right buttock a playful swat that only
seemed consistent with my received pleasures. "Damn, but you got yourself
one fine tight and active hole. I do enjoy a hole that moves around its
muscles, especially from a first-timer like yourself." He chuckled in that
sinister domineering way again. "Guess you could call me a connoisseur of
man cherry. I know I am going to enjoy yours, queer boy." He now was poking
fingers inches deep into my welcoming tunnel, sometimes two at a time. He
began to notice my sense of resignation. "I think you are beginning to get
the hang of this", withdrawing his fingers. "Let me check something here." I
could feel his weight lift from the back end of the bed. He was bending over
me from the side and trying to cram his hand under my waist in an obvious
gesture to feel the state of my gender member. I struggled to force the
weight of my naked corpus tightly on to the mattress underneath me, but I
was no match for his strength with his other arm to foist me part way to one
side, without the use of my own hands and arms. His fingers were able to
reach and touch the head and shaft of my stretched and leaking little cock.
My whole body shuddered with euphoria as my excitation was being touched by
another man for the first time. I could not resist remaining stationary
while he deliciously stroked me, applying just the right pressure and
swiftness with apparently experienced fingers and hands. "Just as I thought.
A queer boy who likes to be played with by naked guys. Oh buddy !!! Are you
ever going to enjoy what is coming to you." I resented his galling
confidence and I pushed my body against the mattress again with a thump.

He stepped away briefly, presumably to other furniture in the room, perhaps
a bureau. He approached with his supple vein bulging cock swaying before he
stopped to wrap something like a silk scarf around my mouth. I began to yell
muffled words of protest in earnest panic. "Sshshsh, nothing to get uptight
about," he hushed. "Just a little precaution, but a necessary one." What was
he going to do to me? I surmised he intended to fuck me hard and I was going
to be so torn up rectally. I would never be able to shit again. Through all
my ensuing struggle and pointless screams for help, my male sex meat
remained as firm and hard as when I first laid eyes on him. I was scared for
my life, but at the same time, enthralled as I never had been before by the
prospect of being naked and helpless, vulnerable to the most uninhibited
desires of a horny hedonist who intended to gratify his carnal lusts from my
total involuntary submission by brutal restraint. Terrified as I was, I
learned for the first time, that I am breathlessly attracted to such
brutality. I never felt so alive as I did from the adrenaline surge that was
the consequence of certain impending sexual assault. Briefly, I froze as I
felt those hearty fingers again briskly probing with a slick wetness my
relaxing rosebud of building rectal desire. I felt him hover over me and
could almost sense the heat of his own desire. I felt the pressure of
another, bigger finger and knew that this was the moment of truth. It was
wet and warm and the pressure built to stinging against my sphincteral ring
that served as a nervous but also a curious barrier to entry into my most
intimate orifice. His hands clamped tightly against hips just above and
either side of my ass. The thrusts were insistent.

"I'm in", he squealed. The penetration was instantly evident. My ring
clamped hard in painful horror. I shrieked and bit into the gag as the
burning heat and pinching cramps in my ass were intolerable. I wanted him
out and right away. I struggled to move my ass away to force a withdrawal,
but his hips only followed to effect a deeper insertion. "YES, that is what
I LIKE", he yelled nearly at the top of his lungs. His grasping hands held
me even tighter, impeding my struggle for disengagement. As I wanted to
buckle with the pain and panicking with a sense that he was bodily tearing
me up back there, I sensed that this most extreme violation of my person was
right, somehow. When I would turn my head back, I could see his sneering
smile quiver as he uttered little grunts of approval, relishing the violent
thrusting of his hips as his quick stroking tool stretched the linings of my
unblemished man meat receptacle for the first time. I would later learn that
this was his specialized rite of passage for his selected victims: the
"breaking in", as it were. My gut was retching and my ass was spasming with
streaks of cutting and burning pain, but it seemed nonetheless appropriate
that I was being subjected to this degrading pummeling by an assailant who
was deriving exceptional joy from my critical distress. He was sadistically
ebullient and enervated by my powerlessness: by my inability to remedy my
circumstance of unrelenting agony. The stiffness of my cock, being punched
into the mattress with each merciless forward thrust into my brusquely
expanding anal tunnel, never relaxed for an instant. I felt the shock of the
violence was about to overcome me and that I would faint into
unconsciousness.

"Take that you tight assed Asian pussy man", he yelled out as his hips
thrust back and forth in sexual frenzy. "You got one fuckingly tight hole
there, queer boy. My cock is getting a special treat the way you bump your
ass around to get away from it. . . But, every good thing must come to an
end." With that, he raised himself over me in a way that I could not
comprehend. It was as if in his next forward strokes thrust with the same
power, somehow pushed a button in my ass. The cramping, although not
completely disappearing, alleviated drastically. My ass felt a hot but
cooler glow that was a delicious massage by an animate hunk of pulsing
fleshy tube steak. My viscera and bowels were now spasming not in pain, but
with desire for deep contact with the brazen beast in their loving embrace.
The lips of my swollen man pussy tingled with delight to be tickled by the
bristling but feathery tufts of his fulsome man bush. The electric friction
by the pillar of pleasure pumped its way to the root of my cock and I moaned
with delirium. "You like that pale white cock fucking away in your queer boy
snatch, don't you my toffee colored friend?" I didn't respond at first, but
he abruptly stopped his strokes and inquired once more. "I asked you a
question! Do you want me to continue?" I nodded my head with emphasis and
moaned out sounds of affirmation. "That's better!" He commenced the pace
again but continued his inquiries and commentary. "You're no different from
the rest of my selections. You'll turn out to be a horny cock seeking sissy
boy just like the others. . . You want me to fuck you harder, don't you
Asian boy?" He asked me with that sharp and intensely derisive tone and, of
course, I responded with more affirmative sounding vocalizations and nodded
obligingly.

He was now back to the pace of when he was hurting me but instead I relished
every vicious hump and my bowels delighted to grip his flesh with each hard
impact. That special inflammation in my cock that started from my blissfully
battered prostate caused my balls to churn the thick electric furnace that I
knew would inevitably boil over and burst. I was panting in shallow breaths
and stretched my bent legs as far as the restraints would allow to
facilitate my assailant's movement of joystick in me. I let that magic
moment of sensual overload and ecstatic release wash over me. My cock
started flinching and dancing with wild abandon under me as the ejaculatory
spasms commenced and the exhilarating liquid fire spewed from my gaping pee
hole in moments of naked reverie. His splendid warm weight tensed on my
back, my shoulder blades happy to greet the pressure of his erect nipples.
We both uttered groans of celebration to the music our bursting loins played
for us. My battered and tender hole sensed the final spasmodic throbs of his
passionate meat as it squirted a warm and soothing squishy and slithering
ample load of sluicing man jizz.

"I am just going to rest in you for a while", he slurred in his satisfied
exhaustion. I was in no position to argue, but I genuinely felt affection
for the blonde man who originally frightened and angered me with his
physical offense. I slinked a motion of bodily caress against his stunning
white nakedness and warm skin in a manner that I would come to appreciate as
true male bonding. My rectum which had been victim to a ravenous attack by
his greedy male organ now obligingly snuggled its softening occupant. I was
drifting into a contented slumber as I contemplated the pleasing sensation
of his fresh cum trickling down the walls of my stretched hole and seeping
out the opening of swollen but delectably sensitive man pussy lips.

To be continued. . .

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