Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2006 01:27:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Dante M Subject: virginity-lost-virginity-saved *** This is a story that contains some elements of truth. Names have been changed and conjecture into the future has been made. This story includes forced sexual interaction between two men. If this offends you, then what the fuck are you doing on this site in the first place? If reading such a story is illegal in your area, then exit NOW. *** Virginity Lost, Virginity Saved by DanteM Bryan and I first met when we were 16 in an online fantasy/role-play world. We didn't know what the other looked like for months into our friendship, so we were able to build a friendship on the more important things. If it were purely sexual, then perhaps I wouldn't be writing this. I'd wanted him based on what I knew of his intelligence, but when we exchanged photos, everything went south. Don't get me wrong; he was attractive, but that was the problem. Being as socially inept as I was at the time, I foolishly interpreted the attention he paid me as a go-ahead to pursue something more. I nearly drove myself to madness trying incessantly to garner his affection, but every attempt met with rebuffs. This confused me, since I knew he liked chubby guys like myself. Five years after we met online, we met face-to-face at a convention. He was on the volunteer staff, so he didn't have a lot of free time. At one point, I did manage to get a hold of him and we spoke over drinks. He hinted that I might finally get my chance to be with him that night. I gave him my room number and skedaddled back to my room. That was about 9 PM. When 2 AM came around with no sign of Bryan, I gave up, shut off the light, and went to sleep, dejected. We saw each other occasionally over the rest of the convention, but said nothing. On the last day, I took him out to lunch and said nothing of that night. Neither, to my chagrin, did he. The following year, we graduated from university; his ambitions laid in medicine, mine in accounting. When we shared said plans through instant messages, he sent me a most unusual proposal: "You could do my taxes and I'll pay you in favors." I couldn't believe him. That he would even suggest it after all those rejections pissed me off. I responded: "I won't hold my breath." His response: "Good, good, otherwise you won't be able to suck as well." We didn't see each other again for a decade. In that time, I grew distrustful of anyone who professed to find me attractive -- I didn't believe it myself, and Bryan said the same thing...fat lot of good that did me. Strangely, though, I had become driven to change the way I looked; I'd been chubby all my life and after much hard work, my weight had changed little, but now could be attributed to muscle rather than fat. After I changed my name, I moved to the Chicago area and became a CPA. I had my own office, a solid client base and everything. Then, one snowy December afternoon, there was a knock on my door. I was looking for a book on the shelf, so I said, "Come in," without bothering to look at who entered. "Eric?" "Sorry, I don't go by that name anymore." I turned around and saw Bryan standing there, red-cheeked and covered with snow. I said the only thing I could think of: "What the fuck are you doing here?" "I need your help." "Bullshit. You've never needed me for anything except making yourself feel better." The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. "I'd like you to do my taxes." "Get someone in your own state to do it." "I've already had my way with all of them." The statement was in bad taste, but what made it worse was that he might have been telling the truth. I shook my head in disgust. "Bryan, get out of here. How did you even find me?" "Well, we haven't spoken in a couple of years, so I had to pester some mutual friends of ours. Congratulations on your partnership, by the way." "What are you talking about?" "Well, your name changed, so --" "So? I did that to leave the old me behind." "Then, you're not --" "No." "And, you're still a --" "Yes." "32 years old and still a virgin. How could a sexy beast like you --" "Because of you. I wanted so very much to have you plow me that night. I wanted to be your lover. I wanted to hold you in my arms every night and know that there would never be anyone else for me. But *no*...that's not your style, and how big a fool was I to pursue that fantasy, even after I came to terms with the kind of man you are? Since you, I have shunned everyone who has ever called me attractive in any form of the word and effectively ruined any chance I might have had at finding happiness in someone else." As is his way, he took this in expressionlessly, nodding at me as though I were an angry child to be placated. I continued quietly, trembling with rage, "And now, you show up, willing to fuck me blind as long as I can do your taxes. Well, you're ten years too late, Bryan." He locked the door behind him and drew the blinds. Silently, he dropped trou and whipped out his limp dick, stroking it to hardness. Despite my anger, I couldn't look away. It had grown since I saw him last -- he was a scrawny man, about 5'8" and a buck forty -- but that cock of his was about 10.5" long and nearly the same around. He approached me, smiling. "See, it's not all that --" I cut him off with a hard punch to the stomach; he fell to his knees and tried to get his wind back. "You are not going to touch my ass. I have been coping with your constant rejection too long to give in now. You, however, are going to get what's coming to you." I picked him up and bent him over my desk, leaning over him and placing my forearm and some of my 270 pounds behind his head. The free hand undid my belt and whipped out my cock, about 8.5" long and equally girthy. Knowing Bryan as I did, he may have been a prodigious sperm donor to men on the eastern seaboard and elsewhere, but he'd never let anyone back there. My suspicions were right; when my oozing cockhead pressed against his asshole, it was as tight as mine had been since I'd known him. If I hadn't knocked the wind out of him, he'd have been making a lot more noise. Eventually, he got it back, but pleasure had overtaken pain. Before I came, I pulled out of him, pushed him to the floor and unceremoniously shot my load onto his face. I went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and sat at my desk. Bryan sat on the floor, speechless. He, in turn, went to the bathroom and cleaned up. When he came back out, cock stowed safely in his trousers, he said, "Wow...so that's what it feels like to be fucked...no wonder so many guys end up in tears after I'm done with them." I suppressed the rising bile in my mouth, managing a grunt. "So, if you still want me to --" "No, I don't. I gave that dream up years ago." "Are you going to do my taxes?" "Yes." "Well, I guess I can pay you as anyone else would." He reached for his wallet, but I stopped him and said, "No, I'll do them free of charge." "Even after all that, you'd do my taxes for free?" I pointed to the camera in the ceiling, whose eye was squarely fixed on the area around my desk. With a grin, I said, "I've achieved more satisfaction out of that than money can bring me." Bryan looked furious. "If you show that to anyone --" "Please, I'm not that heartless. No one will ever see that videotape." I've kept my word. That tape has been stored in a safe and brought out only when I'm in the mood for a chuckle. Bryan and I remain friends to this day, and I remain a virgin... ...but I don't feel so bad about it now. Send comments to keb_n_kamo@yahoo.com, and check out my other story at http://mantanka.tripod.com No persons were harmed in the writing of this story.