Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2012 17:31:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: J Zander <wittyremark@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Should Have Happened: Rear-ended

   I was driving along, minding my own business. It was winter,
cold out, but not too bad. The roads looked fine. I pulled to a
stop at a stop sign on a fairly lonely side street. There was
hardly any traffic.
   BAM!
   Some idiot had run into the back of my car.

   ***
   I put it in park and hopped out. I was really fucking mad. The
car behind me was a beater, rust and paint the only thing
holding it together.
   Behind the wheel was a young guy, maybe 20, blonde, red wine
lips and crystal blue eyes. He was stunning.
   He jumped out of the car and came over to me. "Oh man, I am SO
sorry. My car just wouldn't stop."
   I was steamed, his good looks aside. "Insurance."
   The guy looked like I'd struck him. "Oh, uh," and then he
mumbled something.
   "What?"
   He looked at me pleadingly. "I d-don't have insurance."
   "Ok, cops it is." I pulled out my phone.
   "Wait! Please! If the cops come, I'll lose the car!"
   "So?"
   "Please, man, my job depends on me having a car. I'll ... I'll
pay you back, in increments."
   I gave him my disbelieving look.
   He started to really beg then. "I'll do anything! Anything.
Please!"
   I looked him up and down, slowly so he understood why I was
looking. When I got back to his face, he was blushing.
   "Even that?" I said, softly.
   "Anything." He said back, his eyes downcast.
   "You need to be anywhere for the next few hours?"
   He swallowed. "N-no."
   "Ok, park your damned car, and I'll drive you over to my
place."
   He hopped in his car, pulled it into a spot and then joined me
in my car. I pulled away and drove, perhaps a little unsteadily,
to my place. I had just the right setup for the payments he'd be
making.
   I drove into the garage and let the door roll down. I hopped
out, and so did the young guy, slowly. He followed me into the
kitchen. I dropped my bag on a chair, went to the fridge and
pulled out some popsicles. I smiled at him. He swallowed again.
   Then I took him down to the basement. I had made a little
extra money this year, and done up a "fun room" in a corner of
the basement. It had all the best toys.
   He followed me into the Fun Room until he realized what was in
it. The St Andrews Cross, the padded sawhorse, the shackles, the
stocks, and the sling. He stopped at the door. "Oh, shit."
   I smiled again. "I promise I won't hurt you -- much. And you'll
leave intact. I'm not some psychopath."
   He looked like was going to run. "I, uh..."
   I shook my head. "Step outside that door," I pointed, "and
I'll call the cops and report your license plate. It'll be even
worse, because then it'll be a hit and run."
   He looked horrified. "Please. No."
   "It's really simple. Shut the door, and take off your clothes.
Hell, you might even enjoy it."
   His hand shaking, he shut the door (nicely soundproofed) and
begin to strip. I had been right -- he had a tight, finely muscled
body under the bulky winter clothes. He was a jock. He pulled
the shirt up over his chest, nearly hairless, his nipples pink.
He unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down. He was, in fact,
wearing a jock strap underneath.
   "Leave it on." I croaked out. Hell, I swallowed. He was
amazing.
   I motioned him over and handed him a popsicle. He nearly
dropped it, his hand was shaking so bad.
   "W-what do I--"
   "Oh for crying out loud. It's for you to eat before we begin."
   He let out a breath and relaxed. He tore the paper off his and
begin to suck on the orange popsicle. I did the same for mine,
but went much slower. His he could eat -- mine I did, indeed, have
dastardly plans for. I raptly watch him eat it. He seemed to
take a more than straight-man's interest in seeing how much he
could put in his mouth. That was great for me, visually, but if
he was actually into man-on-man action, this might be even more
fun for both of us.
   While we sucked the sugar off the things, I idly reached a
hand and stroked his chest. He blushed and shivered. He had a
really nice chest. I smiled at him, and gently played with his
nipples. He seemed surprised that I didn't pinch them. A minute
or two of feeling him up, avoiding any of the really fun areas
for now, and he was already a little stiff in the jock. Very
nice.
   After a bit, I walked over to the padded sawhorse, and patted
it. "Ok, champ, time to get in the saddle."
   He chewed rapidly on his popsicle and swallowed it. He walked
over, slowly.
   "Uh, what--"
   "Lay with your stomach on the pad," I smacked it with my hand,
and he jumped. "And then put your arms down there." I pointed to
the padded cuffs near the front feat of the sawhorse.
   Like he was going to the gallows, he lay front-first on the
sawhorse. Not wasting any time, I knelt, the popsicle in my
mouth, and secured his hands in the padded cuffs. He was starting
to breath faster. I moved down to the other end, and nearly fell
over. His ass, framed in that jockstrap, was simply perfect. He
had creamy, firm globes, faintly blushed. I secured his legs
largely by feel, because I couldn't take my eyes off him.
   I knelt at that end and with both hands began to caress his
behind. It was heavenly hard and smooth.
   "Ok, to start with -- oh, right, didn't get your name."
   "It's Chad."
   "Hi, Chad, I'm John. Relax here a second." I got up, went over
to his pants and pulled out his wallet. He looked over kind of
alarmed. "No, I'm not robbing you -- just need to check ID." I
went through his wallet, tossing the 28-year-old driver's license
for the one that declared him to be 20.
   "Ok, now, where was I?" I contemplatively sucked on my
popsicle, then realized. "Oh right."
   I went over and with one hand, gently parted his ass cheeks.
Very nice. I pulled the popsicle out of my mouth, now nicely
slick, and ran in teasingly along his crack. He gasped.
   "Wha?"
   "Oh, quiet now. Or shout, it doesn't really matter. This first
part is a little bit of punishment for the ramming you did to my
car."
   I touched the popsicle to his ass again, a little less
teasingly this time and he gasped again. I stroked it down his
crack, over his anus and along the jockstrap. Well, that would
just have to go. I got up, got some scissors and cut them off. He
flinched at the first snick sound, and then relaxed when he
realized I wasn't harming him. Not with the scissors, anyway.
   This time, I pulled the frozen treat along his ass crack and
lay it against his balls. He shouted. "Stop. That's fucking
cold!"
   "Oh, it sure is." I moved the popsicle up and down, getting
more sticky liquid on him. He squirmed in the restraints,
gasping.
   I stopped. He sighed in relief. I leaned forward and licked
from his balls up to his anus. Hmm, cherry. Cherry popsicle that
is. Probably that other thing, too.
   He shuddered at the touch of my tongue and groaned. I think he
surprised himself. Your first rim-job can be quite the shock. I
licked a little more of the cherry flavor off him, lingering a
little on his anus.
   "Fuuuck." He said, low and breathy. Cool, he was getting into
it. This part, anyway.
   I pulled back and ran the popsicle along his crack again. This
time he groaned. He'd gotten the pleasure signal and the ice was
another sensation in the catalog.
   "Ok, Chad, now that we have the appetizer out of the way,
let's get to the first course. This might get a little cold."
   I rubbed the tip of the popsicle on his anus.
   He shouted "Fuck!" and then, "Cold!"
   I gently but firmly pressed the tip of the popsicle against
him until after a moment, and a long string of muttered "fuck,
fuck, fuck" from Chad, the tip of the popsicle was in his ass.
   "Oh, GOD"
   In response, I pushed another inch into him. He shouted
something, not making any sense. I twisted the popsicle. His
whole body shivered, partly cold and partly having a popsicle
stuck up his ass. I slowly but surely pushed the popsicle into
him. Sticky cherry fluid began to leak out of his ass, slide
along his balls and drip off his hard cock. I twisted the
popsicle a little more. He was whimpering and groaning, breathing
heavily.
   I gave him one good smack on his ass. "Ok, enough of the
lesson."
   Ever so slowly, I pulled the popsicle back out. It had melted
quite a bit, and cherry juice was sluicing out as I pulled. Chad
gasped and groaned as I went. Finally it was out. I tossed it,
put both my hands on his fine, fine ass and pulled his cheeks
apart. He was pretty red, what with the food coloring. I leaned
in and started licking in earnest. His gasps and groans turned to
one continuous low moaning.
   Then I stuck my tongue in his ass.
   "Holyshit. Holy! Shit!"
   He was cold and cherry flavored. It was divine. I don't
normally go for that sort of thing, but I started to wonder if I
could convince my regular lover to try the popsicle. I tongue
fucked him until my jaw hurt. When I stopped, he was dripping his
precum into the pool of cherry, and hard as a rock.
   I stood up, shucked my clothes, grabbed a condom and suited
up. Chad was just catching his breath. He looked back, and his
eyes widened.
   I grabbed a bottle of lube, and drizzled it on his ass. His
really perfect ass. I spread it around with my finger some, then
pushed lube into him. He gasped, but didn't complain. He wasn't
as cold inside as he'd been earlier, quite hot now. He was also
pretty relaxed and loose.
   I pulled my finger out, slow, and stood closer.
   He watched, worried.
   I grabbed his hips, and moved forward, my dick slipping
against his ass. Damn! Then I found his hole, and pushed a
little. He squeaked. Seriously. I held it there for a moment,
letting him get accustomed. It's not that I'm all that big (I'm
not bad, mind you), but it was his first time. Except for my
tongue, I mean. And that popsicle. And my finger.
   Oh, fuck it. I pushed, sinking my dick into him in one long,
slow stroke. He started groaning but ended in kind of a scream
when my hips met his sweet, sweet ass. I held it there for
another moment, savoring. He gibbered a little, and tried to
catch his breath.
   "So, Chad, what do we say to people we've rear-ended?"
   He struggled to catch his breath. "I...I, unh..."
   I pulled back, slow, and then rammed into him.
   "UNNNGGH!"
   "Chad?"
   As I held myself all the way in, he squirmed in the restraints
and was barely able to breath. I took a moment to stroke his ass
with my hands. The extra time got him to speech.
   "I'm ... unh ... sorry!"
   I pulled back and then pushed in again, a little slower this
time.
   "Unnh!"
   "Sorry, what?"
   "I'm sorry, sir!"
   "Good boy. And what are you sorry for?"
   I pulled out and pushed in again. He grunted, but didn't
scream and didn't test the restraints again.
   "Sir, I'm sorry I rear-ended your car."
   "Apology accepted, Chad. Plus I think we're going to be even
when it comes to being rear-ended." I chuckled.
   Then I started to fuck him, in long, regular strokes. With a
little work, I even managed to find his Go spot. His moans lost
their frantic tone, and now bellowed his lust. I kept my hands
busy caressing his ass, rubbing his sides, and even playing with
his nipples a little. About halfway through my hammering, I felt
the spray of his cum on my feet, and his ass clenched on my dick.
It was very nice, but I didn't let it slow me down. I gave him
quite the pounding.
   After I don't know, 10, 15 minutes (totally lost count: really
sweet ass), I came. I gave him one last hard thrust while I was
still hard and to really spike my cum, then pulled out. I ditched
the condom, caught my breath and took a much needed drink of
water. Wow.
   I went over to Chad and untied him. He got up, shaking a
little. I handed him some gatorade (electrolytes!) and ran my
hand along his back reassuringly.
   "So, how'd you like it?"
   Chad swallowed. "It was terrifying and painful and I've never
fucking cum so hard in my life." He looked shy for a second, and
blushed. "Can we go again?"