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I know some people who post here, but I have not used this to hook up with others.

I would suggest that making sweeping questions about very large and diverse demographics is a bad way to deal with an issue.

Hot.

Most of my sex is one-on-one, and I do raise HIV status as part of a quick discussion about STDs generally. An undetectable positive guy has much much to fear about me transmitting them some sort of bacterial STD than I do about contracting HIV from them, after all. My partner has a right to know about where I'm coming from, too.

The Black Eagle in Toronto has one.

I get in slings only if I am about to be fucked. I do not climb into them and wait for others to come.

119.

Actually, I should have said size is only one element of how good someone is. It is very rarely a determinant factor.

Size can be a factor, but it is only one factor and is not the most important factor. Skill is not just a matter of size.

PrEP is definitely doable, and defensible. You have established that your husband and boyfriend are doing things sexually you feel uncomfortable with, and you want to protect yourself against the worst. Beyond this, the affair does speak of wider problems with your relationship. If your partners are doing things that you have objective reasons to be uncomfortable with--more, if they are saying one thing to you and doing another--IMHO this speaks of bigger problems than a need to open up your relationship. If you are not valued as a partner, if they cannot commit to you on this issue, what other problems do you have now? What other problems might you have? Good luck. The important thing is to protect yourself, in the fullest sense of that concept.

The final part, "Bart and the Party", is below. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/5454 * * * Bert found that he was very sore after his encounter with Jeff and Karl. Not only was his anus and the surrounding area sore and tender, but he found other muscles throughout his body were sore from the unaccustomed movements and positions associated with coupling with the two men. Bert did not spend much time assessing what he'd done from a moral standpoint. He vaguely suspected that if he allowed himself to dwell on his actions, that he'd only end up by despising himself and he reasoned that he did not want to end up feeling bad over something that had in reality provided him with unbridled pleasure. Several weeks quickly passed by. Bert was very busy with work and had hardly a spare moment to himself. He thought of the episode with Jeff and Karl frequently, but was not tempted to call Jeff because he did not have the opportunity to slip away, even for a few hours. At last though, work did slow down, and when his wife reminded him that she and the children would be flying back east to visit her parents for a week, Bart's mind was immediately drawn back to thoughts of Jeff. Bert pondered if he would call Jeff, or would he resist and put his encounters behind him forever? Bert shortly had his answer. Bert saw his family safely off at the airport on a Friday afternoon. After his wife called later that evening to confirm their safe arrival, Bert immediately dialed Jeff's number. Jeff picked up his phone almost immediately and seemed genuinely pleased that Bert was calling. They chatted for a few minutes, about nothing in particular. Bert indicated his family was out of town. Jeff, it turned out, was on his way out the door to a party. "Hey guy, think you'd be up to going with me?" Jeff asked. "It's going to be fun." "Well, I don't know if I should." Bert hesitated, pondering on all the variables. Suppose someone there knew him? How would he handle that? "Come on, it's just a small group of my gay friends. They're all great guys, you don't have anything to worry about." "Okay, I'll go." Bert said impulsively. His desire to see Jeff again was over-riding his feelings of caution. "Cool, meet me at my place. You remember how to get here?" "Sure, give me about half an hour or so." "Okay, ciao." Bert drove over to Jeff's house and pulled up alongside Jeff's car in the driveway. Jeff seemed to be in a hurry, as he was waiting inside his car and motioned for Bert to join him in his car. Bert hopped in and Jeff quickly backed out of his driveway and soon Bert found they were traveling along the highway. "So, how have you been?" Jeff asked Bert, his hand lightly squeezing Bert's knee. "I've been pretty good. Working my ass off as usual. You're looking pretty good." "Thanks. We're going to have a good time tonight. You'll like my friends." The two men chatted about work and sports during the drive. Bert didn't pay much attention to where they were going, but soon realized they were in a very well-heeled part of the city and presently they pulled up into the impressive looking entrance of an exclusive community. Jeff quickly punched in a code on the security keypad and the gates swung open. "I wonder if these walls and gates really reduce crime?" Bert asked as the car proceeded forward on the well lit street. "Well, I suppose they might slow it down a little." Jeff responded as he guided the car into a visitor parking area and pulled into a space. "We're not allowed to park on the streets. Where we're headed is pretty close." Jeff said as he got out and locked the car. They walked about a block and turned a corner and Bert saw they were headed towards an impressive looking two-story home, rather formal in design that was situated on a 2 acre lot. The entire back yard was surrounded by a tall, solid privacy fence and as the two men drew closer, Bert could hear the voices of people talking and laughing and the unmistakable sounds of splashing in a pool coming from the back of the house. They walked up the drive to the front door. As Jeff rang the bell, he shot a sly, sideways glance at Jeff and smiled. "Uh, by the way, in case I forgot to tell you, this is nudist event." "What?!" Jeff smirked wickedly and gave a throaty laugh at the shocked look that crossed Bert's face. "Asshole," muttered Bert as he directed an angry glare at Jeff. Jeff laughed again as the door swung open. A man with silver-gray hair peered out from the behind the door, his eyes twinkling behind the wire frames of the glasses he was wearing. "Hello there Jeff, and this must be your friend," the man opened the door wider and beckoned them to enter, "You're the last to arrive, but the party just got started." Jeff indicated that Bert should step forward, and Bert crossed the threshold into the large and impressive entrance hallway of the home. His eyes swept quickly over luxurious marble flooring, sleek columns that flanked a designer staircase and then he glanced into a living room that was graced with wood flooring, and tasteful, understated furniture artfully arranged with an area rug in front of a fireplace. Bert turned slightly until his eyes came to rest on the nude man who had opened the door. Bert placed him at about 55 years of age, very well preserved and in good shape. He was rather short and slim, but not too thin. His chest hair was gray, as was his pubic hair though it was somewhat darker. He was possessed of a rather pendulous set of genitals, his scrotum was loose and topped by a uncircumcised penis that was very relaxed and bobbed and swayed with his movements. Jeff promptly introduced him to their host. "Bert, this is Dave, a very good friend of mine. I've known Dave and his husband Bob for 20 years." Bert shook hands with Dave, and tried to rid himself of any feelings of embarrassment. It felt odd to be shaking hands with a naked man he'd never met before. "It's very nice to meet you Bert. Jeff, you want to show him wear to hang his clothes up? I'll be at the bar if you need anything." Dave was rather effeminate and he swayed rather like a woman as he swept away to the back entrance of the house. Jeff led Bert through to a room that was conveniently equipment with clothes racks and quickly they slipped out of their clothing. Bert lingered a moment while hanging up his shirt, and felt a flutter of nervousness in the pit of his stomach. Jeff stepped behind him, and hugging him lightly, he nuzzled Bert's neck and murmured "You going to be okay?" "Yeah," Bert sighed, enjoying the warmth of Jeff's body against his back and buttocks, "I just feel a little weird." "It'll be okay. We're going to have fun." Jeff led Bert through the house and they headed out the back door into a dimly lit patio area. There was a wet bar, with snacks and glasses arranged invitingly. Dave presided over the bar and handed them both a daiquiri and they wandered over to a table. Bert estimated there were about a dozen or so of nude men in the back yard, either sitting and talking around the patio area or in the pool and a Jacuzzi. They were all of various ages, all in relatively good shape, some more so than others. Bert was relieved there were no real gym buffs present, just regular looking men with average to good looks. Bert nervously sipped his drink and tried to relax. Presently a few men came up and spoke pleasantly to Jeff, one of the men was Bob, Dave's partner, who in turn introduced the men to Bert. They seemed to be completely unconscious of their bodies and as they conversed Bert was able to look at their nudity with only a little embarrassment, even as the men in their turn looked over Bert's trim and fit body with appreciation. One man approached that Bert recognized instantly: It was Karl. "Hello Bert!" Karl said, smiling as he held out his hand. "How the hell have you been?" "I'm doing great," Bert responded. "Is your house finished up by now?" "Oh yeah, took the assholes long enough, but they finally got it done." "That's good." "So," Karl stood closer to Bert so that his crotch was at eye level with Bert's face, "You're here to have fun tonight?" "Um, yeah, I guess," Bert said, glancing quickly at Karl's penis, which he could plainly see was very relaxed, and while not erect, it was at least semi-erect. "Cool." Karl swept a hand down across Bert's chest, and then leaned forward and caressed Bert's taut and closely held genitals, "I'll see you guys later." Bert had blushed a little during Karl's touch and looked around to see if anyone had been watching them but no one seemed in the least concerned or interested. He felt himself relaxing a bit more. His penis had relaxed too, as a downward glance had confirmed. Bert felt a little less self-conscious about his nudity. "Why don't you go soak in the Jacuzzi for awhile," Jeff indicated the unit which had a small boardwalk leading up to it. It was set some distance from the patio and was surrounded by various plantings. "It'll help you to relax a bit. You look a little uptight." This was said with a glance at Bert's still rather contracted genitals. "Don't you want to come too?" Bert asked. "I'll be over later, you go ahead." Bert nodded his assent and left his drink at the table after another sip and headed over to the unit. It was bubbling invitingly and he gratefully sank into its warm water and allowed the jets to massage his back. He sat for several long minutes until the pump shut down. He started to get up. "Wait, I'll reset the timer." This came from a man that Bert hadn't yet been introduced to. He was a bit taller than Bert, stocky without being really fat, he had a wide chest, a rather thick waist with just a hint of a paunch and beefy, muscular buttocks and legs. The man reset the timer and then climbed into the tub. Bert stole a quick look at his crotch as he climbed in. He had a modest looking penis, along with an averaged sized scrotum. He settled onto a seat and closed his eyes. "I'm Brian, by the way. I don't think I've seen you here before have I?" "No, this is my first time here. I'm Bert." "Nice to meet you." "And you." "And so you came with Jeff?" "Yeah." "He's a nice guy." "Yeah, he is." "Are you two an item?" "Oh no, we're just friends." "He throws a mean fuck. I take it you're a bottom?" Bert raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure if he wanted to discuss the subject with someone he met less than five minutes ago. "Well, I'm not too experienced with all of this." Brian opened one eye and looked over at Bert. "He's fucked your ass, right?" "Yeah." "Well, then I'd say you're probably a bottom. Jeff's a strict top." Bert shrugged. "You're new at this huh? Jeff loves fucking newbies." Brian said in an off-handed manner that for some reason rather rankled with Bert. "I don't know what I am, at the moment." Bert retorted, not feeling very comfortable with the direction of Brian's remarks. "It's cool, don't worry about it.' The heat of the Jacuzzi was starting to feel uncomfortable to Bert, made more so with his irritation with Brian's comments. After a few more minutes, he mentioned that he needed to take a dip in the pool to cool off a bit. Brian nodded sleepily in response. Bert left the Jacuzzi, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Brian opened his eyes as he was stepping out of the tub and checked out his crotch. Bert took his time getting out and allowed Brian to look at him all he wanted. Bert then walked to the shallow end of the pool and waded in. Despite the fact that the pool was heated, it still felt very cool as he walked in and he began to swim energetically back and forth across the width of the pool to warm up a bit. There were two or three other men enjoying the water too. Bert avoided looking at them as he entered the water. The water was actually very pleasant and after he became accustomed to the temperature of the water. He swam contentedly and relaxed. Presently several other men came splashing into the pool, some talking quietly and laughing. Others were kissing each other amorously and groping each other in the water. A couple left the main group and approached Bert and introduced themselves as Mike and Jim. "You came with Jeff, didn't you?" Mike asked. "Yes." "Looks like he's having a good time already." Jim added, with a nod of his head towards the Jacuzzi. Bert turned and looked at the Jacuzzi and was absolutely stunned to see that Jeff had mounted Brian, the man he'd been talking to earlier and was vigorously thrusting into his body. Brian was leaning over the edge of the tub, his legs spread and his buttocks thrust back. His eyes were closed and his mouth open in a rictus of pain and pleasure. His penis was limp and bobbed back and forth with the movements of Jeff's steady thrusting. Jeff's eyes were closed too, and his face had a determined, almost cruel expression that Bert wasn't sure he liked. There was surprisingly little sound, just a faint slap of Jeff's body as it pounded against Brian's buttocks. No one at the party seemed to pay much attention to this scene. Bert, aroused, and for some reason alarmed all at the same time, looked away. Since Jeff was having sex with Brian, Bert reasoned that his chances of having sex with Jeff himself were rapidly evaporating. Sex with Jeff was the reason, after all, that he had called Jeff in the first place. He started to have definite feelings of disappointment and wondered when Jeff would be ready to go home. "Should have brought my own car," Bert grumbled to himself. Mike & Jim seemed inclined to continue their chatting, but Bert, suddenly not in a mood to be sociable politely excused himself to go find a bathroom. Bert made his way out of the pool, and found that he was a little chilly. He grabbed a towel from a stack conveniently sitting on a small table and dried off his dripping body as quickly as he could. Then he went to ask Dave, who was still at his post at the bar where he could find a bathroom and was directed to one on the ground floor of the house. Bert glanced once more at the Jacuzzi and saw that Jeff was still continued his determined thrusting into Brian's body. He turned and walked into the house. Bert quickly located the bathroom which was down a long hallway. After using the toilet and washing his hands, he opened the door and nearly ran headlong into Karl, who was standing just outside the door. "Whoa!" Bert exclaimed as he brought himself up short. "Hi," Karl said, his voice low and husky. "How are you?" "Um, I'm fine, how are you?" Bert asked uncertainly. "Oh, I'm doing okay." Karl place his right hand on Bert's chest, and then allowed it to drift downwards until it enveloped Bert's slowly hardening penis. "Ummm," Bert moaned a little as Karl's hand continued to expertly manipulate his organ. "Let's go down here," Karl invited, grasping Bert's arm and leading him down the hallway into a darkened room that turned out to be a small bedroom. Karl quickly pushed Bert down onto the bed and slid Bert's erect organ into his mouth. Bert gasped with the sudden pleasure, and leaned back on the bed as Karl easily engulfed his 6 inches and swirled his tongue around Bert's sensitive glans. Presently, Bert felt a spit soaked finger circle his anus. Karl then started probing inside, first with one thick finger, then with two, which was truthfully not always pleasurable, but Bert remained still and allowed the fingers to wedge one way, then the other, inside of his tight anal cavity. Then came three fingers, stabbing and circling, widening, and wiggling. Bert gasped and squirmed a little under this increased assault, the ring of his anus was burning but Karl held him firmly and bobbed his head up and down on Bert's stiff organ. Finally, with torturously slow precision, Karl lifted his mouth from Bert's throbbing penis and adjusted his body above Bert's. Karl guided his rigid, thick organ which he had lubricated with his own saliva into the area occupied by his thick fingers, then he withdrew his fingers and just as quickly, penetrated, and before Bert could really prepare himself, the thick helmet of Karl's blunt bullet-shaped penis was already deeply inside of him. Karl firmly slid his penis home, stretching Bert's anus thickly and painfully which caused Bert to gasp. Karl almost immediately began to thrust in and out of Bert's body. Bert clenched his eyes shut fiercely and endured as much as he could before crying out.. "Fuck, stop! You're hurting me! Oh, shit, shit!" "Sh, it's okay, I won't move anymore until you tell me to." Bert grimaced with pain as a sharp cramp took possession of his anal area. True to his word, Karl remained motionless as he waited for Bert to indicate he was okay. Gradually, the searing pain in Bert's anus dimmed somewhat, and he sighed cautiously, not entirely trusting Karl to remain still. Karl heard the low sighing sound that meant that Bertwas feeling better, and he felt his own organ lurch with desire. Bert was now looking into Karl's eyes with a face that was flushed with the mixture of his pain and desire. Slowly, cautiously, Karl began to thrust, ever watchful of Bert's expression. Soon, he was thrusting rapidly, and Bert's hips were unconsciously thrusting to meet his own as the two men both moved together in synch in the ancient dance of male sexual need. As Bert continued to relax and loosen up, Karl thrust ever more vigorously. Finally, throwing Bert's legs up on his shoulders, Karl began hammering into Bert with a long session of hard, deep thrusts that was satisfying to both of them. Finally, just as Bert began to feel that he was going to have to ask Karl to stop, Karl could no longer hold back and gasped and gave a long groan of pleasure as his seed spurted fitfully into Bert's rectum. The two men lay quietly coupled together. Bert did not orgasm, but never-the-less, he felt satisfied. After several more minutes, Karl got up and told Bert to have a good weekend and left the room. Bert rested quietly for a few more moments, then got up himself and found the bathroom and cleaned up. As he was leaving the bathroom, he noticed that most of the men had come into the house from outside, and that most of them were coupling up in groups of twos and threes. Bert looked around for a few seconds and located Jeff, who was locked in a passionate kiss with another guy. Bert really did want to go home now. He was pondering how to interrupt Jeff when he suddenly saw Mike and Jim quickly approaching him. He pretended not to see them, and seeing a dark entryway with stairs leading downwards, he decided to duck down the stairs for a few minutes to hide out from the couple. It didn't work, and Bert instantly realized that he'd made a mistake because as he went down the stairs, he realized he would be easily cornered. The stairs were carpeted, but even so he could hear the soft footfalls of the two men as they followed him. "Hey Bert, where ya goin' man?" Mike asked in a half-whisper. "Um, I'm just doing a little exploring." Bert nervously responded, but in a more normal tone of voice than Mike's. "Were you looking for the playroom?" Jim asked. "Um, I don't know, what playroom?" "This one." Mike said, and swung open a door on the right side of the hallway. Bert went to the door and looked inside. There was a sling suspended from the ceiling, and a bed. The cuffs on the wall at the head of the bed immediately caught Bert's eye. He felt the blood leaving his face. This was the room where he had been raped! Bert fell backwards with a small, strangled cry. Mike and Jeff both caught him and propelled him into the room. "We're going to fuck your ass man." "No, I want to leave now. Let go of me!" Bert said firmly, trying to shake off the men's hands. Mike's hand dug fiercely into Bert's arm. "I said we're going to fuck you, and all you need to do is be quiet. You came down here looking for the playroom, and now you've found it so don't get coy with us man." Working quickly, the two men had Bert chained and suspended in the sling before he knew what was happening. His legs were spread and he was mounted by Mike who slid his long organ deeply inside of Bert and didn't pause for a second even though Bert gasped and cried out for him to slow down because of the pain. Mike thrust ever more violently and cruelly and took a long time to reach his climax. Bert was moaning with pain by the time the man was done using him. Immediately after Bert felt Mike's semen jetting into his lower bowel, Mike withdrew and was immediately replaced by Jim who proceeded to thrust without any restraint wildly into Bert's body. Jim didn't take as long to reach his orgasm, and soon he was moaning lustfully as he spent himself inside of Bert's tight cavity. The two men left Bert in the sling and then exited the room, despite Bert's pleas to let him loose. Soon, Bert heard more men approaching...

Part III, "Bert & Jeff II," is below. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/5342 * * * For several days after the encounter with Jeff, Bert kept himself very busy with work and did not dwell on what he had allowed himself to do. Jeff had completed the computer network upgrade within one more day and then was gone, and Bert had hardly seen the man while he was there. They did not speak to each other. However, when work slowed down somewhat, Bert allowed himself to reflect about what happened, reviewing and trying to decide why exactly he was attracted to Jeff, and why he had allowed himself to have sex with Jeff. Try as he might, Bert could not forget about Jeff. After several days, he gave up the mental struggle. Though ashamed of himself, his actions with Jeff, and thoroughly ashamed of his thoughts, Bert kept Jeff's telephone number. He thought to himself several times that he should throw the number away, but he did not. It was almost if his mind was separating into two separate personalities. One was the person he had always perceived himself to be, who was now observing the actions of a new person, one it seemed he had very little control over. About three weeks after he had last seen Jeff at the office, Bert went into the office one Saturday morning, without any intention of working at all. Bert's wife had recently been working too hard herself, and as a result was not feeling up to par and their sex life had suffered accordingly. Bert hadn't had an opportunity to relieve his mounting sexual tension via masturbation either, as the privacy needed never presented itself. Bert felt the need for sexual relief and suddenly, without dwelling on any moral issues, marital or otherwise, he decided he was going to call Jeff. No one else was at the office, but never-the-less, Bert shut the door to his office before dialing the telephone. The line on the other end rang at length, and then an answering machine picked up. Bert hung up without leaving a message, feeling a very uncomfortable feeling of rather extreme disappointment and huge relief at the same time. A few seconds after he had put the receiver down, Bert's phone rang, and out of habit, he quickly picked it up. "Hello?" he inquired, hoping it wasn't a client calling. "Bert?" "Yes." "This is Jeff. Did you just call?" "Oh! Ah yeah, I did," Bert said nervously, his heart rate suddenly increasing. "Sorry I didn't leave a message." "That's okay. I was in the shower and just missed you. So what's up?" "Oh, nothing," Bert's nervousness showed as his voice cracked a little. "I just came across your phone number and thought I'd call you..." here he trailed off, thinking to himself "Okay, that was lame!" "You want to come over?" Jeff asked. "Sure! I mean yeah, I'd like to." Bert responded. Jeff gave directions to his house, and Bert made the 30 minute drive easily. He pulled into Jeff's driveway and quietly surveyed his surroundings. Jeff's home was a modern, new patio home. It was two stories, with a very small front yard, and very narrow lot lines on the sides. The main part of the home presented to the street was a wide two-car garage door, and a formal entrance off to the left side. There was a small tree newly planted in the small patch of the front yard. Bert got out and strolled--he hoped casually--up to the front door. He suddenly felt he was being watched. It occurred to him that if Jeff was sexually promiscuous (and he recalled reading somewhere that gay men could be incredibly promiscuous) that the neighbors could well be wondering about various visitors at this house. Bert didn't want anyone even guessing about why he was there, even people he didn't know. Bert reached the front door area and before he could touch the doorbell, the handsome and highly polished door swung open and Jeff welcomed him inside. Bert felt a sense of relief when the door was closed behind them. Without hesitation, after closing the door, Jeff turned to Bert and enveloped him in a warm hug. He also attempted to kiss Bert, but Bert involuntarily shied away from that contact and turned his head, wondering stupidly to himself why he did so. Jeff appeared to be unperturbed and then cheerfully offered to give Bert a tour of his home. It was, he affirmed, new and he had only recently moved into it. They moved from the small foyer into a small, but well-appointed and cleverly designed living room. What the room lacked in size, was mitigated by good sight lines into a small study and light flowing in from windows high above. The furnishings were thoughtfully chosen to fit the area and the overall effect was pleasing. Everything was immaculately clean. Jeff led Bert through to a kitchen that was sleek and modern. Seated in a breakfast nook, Bert immediately perceived a man sitting at a table, reading a newspaper, and was a little taken aback by the prospect of having to meet someone new. The man stood as the two men entered the room, and Jeff introduced him to Bert. "Bert, this is Karl. Karl is an old friend of mine, he just moved here from Michigan." "Hello." Bert and Karl said simultaneously as they shook hands. "I'm staying here with Jeff while my house is being built. It was supposed to be done about a month ago, but you know how things go." Karl said in a deep, pleasant voice. "I had to go ahead and move here because of my job, and Jeff invited me to stay with him." Bert merely nodded his acknowledgment to Karl's comments. He suddenly felt very shy and ill-at-ease with the presence of someone else in the house. Adding to his discomfort was his perception that Karl was a very handsome man, tall, dark blond, with muscular arms & legs. He did not want offend Jeff by giving the impression he was at all attracted to Karl. Jeff sensed Bert's feelings, and acted quickly to dispel Bert's discomfort. "Bert, Karl knows you came over to play. I told him how hot you were and he'd like to play with us too." Jeff said. "But if you don't want to, that's totally okay," Karl interjected. "I know you weren't expecting anyone else to be around." "Oh, it's okay," Bert responded, though not entirely sure of the feelings swirling around inside of him. He didn't know what else to say so he decided the less he said, the less silly he would sound. "That's great," Jeff said, and then he ran his hand across Bert's backside, "Karl, this guy has one fine ass. You're gonna love doing him. Come on, let's go upstairs." The three men made their way back to the small foyer, where the stairs were located that led up to the second floor. They reached the second level and Jeff indicated Karl's room. "This is my guest bedroom, I didn't have it finished when Karl came here, but I'll get it done someday." Bert glanced inside, the room had suitcases stacked in one corner, and there were other stacks of belongings that gave the air of a temporary habitation. There was a comfortable looking bed, and the bedclothes were at least spread neatly, despite the disorder evident elsewhere. Jeff led the way into his master bedroom. This was a large, spacious room and was adjoined by a large master bathroom that was replete with a large marble tub and a shower. Like the rooms downstairs, the furnishings were tasteful, and fit well with the design. The bed was a western king, situated in the middle of the largest wall, with plenty of space on either side. "Okay," Jeff said as he came up behind Bert and reached around and tweaked his nipples, "Let's get naked." Karl was already stripping off his clothes. Bert tried not to watch Karl as he himself undressed but found himself doing so anyway. He'd never overtly watched men undressing in locker rooms before, and had conflicting feelings about doing so now. This was another new experience for him. Although Bert had glanced at other young men's genitals before while in high school, he hadn't done so out of any sexual interest. He had done it to assure himself that his own penis wasn't unduly small when compared to those of his classmates. Bert belonged to a gym, and always showered afterward a workout. While showering with other men around, he hardly ever looked downwards, as he had no wish to intrude on someone's privacy. But, this was different. He was here, of his own volition, to have sex with another man, now other men, and so he found himself watching Karl with a strange mixture of desire and embarrassment. Karl was over six feet tall. Though his hair was dark blond, his chest and stomach were covered with much darker hair, as was his pubic area. Although his stomach was not as flat as Jeff's, he never-the-less was in very good shape and obviously took care of his body. His legs and buttocks were also covered with a lessor amount of dark hair. As Karl stepped out of his underwear, Bert could see that he was already sporting an erection. Karl was possessed of a penis that, while it didn't appear to be any longer than Bert's own six inch erection, it looked almost as thick as it was long. His testicles were held in a tight, compact scrotum. Jeff, who by now was nude also, stripped off the top comforter off the bed and lowered the top sheet. He retrieved a bottle of lubricant from a side table, along with a small brown bottle. Bert slipped out of his underwear after folding his clothes neatly over a convenient chair and walked towards the bed. Jeff laid himself on the bed and then motioned for Bert to lay down too. Jeff pulled Bert over his own body, his stiff organ brushing against Bert's flat stomach as he laid Bert in the middle of the bed. Karl in the meantime had reclined on the other side so that Bert was between the two men. Immediately, Karl and Jeff began making love to Bert's body. They licked his nipples in unison, and then Karl moved downwards and slid Bert's erect sex into his mouth and gently sucked it, causing Bert to gasp with pleasure. Meanwhile, Jeff nibbled and licked Bert's nipples, and nuzzled his armpits, licking and gently biting the tender flesh. Bert gave himself up to pure pleasure as the two men devoted their attention to him for several long minutes. Eventually, Karl tired a little and resumed his prior position beside Bert. He teased and caressed Bert's testicles, while Jeff continued his ministrations to Bert's nipples. Karl turned a little and nuzzled Bert's neck. "You ever suck cock before?" Karl whispered into Bert's ear. Bert shook his head no. "I want you to suck my dick, before I fuck your ass. Think you can do that?" In answer, although not sure if he truly wanted to do it, Bert sat up slightly and slid his body down to where his head was level with Karl's crotch. Karl's penis stood proudly in the air, a few drops of clear fluid visible on the wide, burgundy colored glans. Tentatively, not sure of what he would encounter, Bert moved his face over Karl's groin. He could smell soap, and the unique scent of a scrotum, not a bad odor, but one that he was not accustomed to either. Then, closing his eyes, he opened his mouth, leaned forward and carefully slid what he could manage of Karl's thick erection into his mouth. To his surprise, there was very little taste. Karl moaned a little and moved his hips, and instinctually Bert began moving his head up and down, trying, without much success to not scrape the sensitive shaft and ridge of the glans with his teeth. Karl's penis was so thick that after only a few minutes, Bert's mouth began to tire a little. "Bert, look up." Karl ordered. Bert opened his eyes and looked upwards towards Karl's head. "Yeah, love lookin' into a guy's eyes when he's suckin' me." Bert gazed into Karl's eyes as he continued to fellate him. Bert turned his body upwards, and then knelt between Karl's legs while he continued pleasuring the man with his mouth. Meanwhile, Jeff maneuvered his own body to where he was now behind Bert's kneeling body, and he began to finger Bert's anus with a well lubricated finger. Bert moaned as one finger, then two, delved deeply into his inner recesses. Finally, Bert felt Jeff's erect member, the largest of the three men's, pressing for admittance into his body. "Shit!" exclaimed Bert as he pulled his mouth off of Karl when the thick head of Jeff's penis breached his anal ring. The sharp cramp made him grimace with pain. "Sorry, just hold on, I won't move." Jeff apologized. "Give him a hit of poppers." This he said to Karl, who picked up the small brown bottle, and after unscrewing the cap, held the contents up to Bert's nose. "Poppers," thought Bert. "This is what they used on me when they were fucking me," as his mind went back to the rape he endured over a year ago. Bert inhaled through one nostril, not too deeply, but anxious for the pain of Jeff's penetration to be over. He sagged a little as the hit took hold. Jeff took the opportunity to press inwards, causing Bert to gasp even more, despite the hit. Smoothly, steadily, Jeff pushed upwards and inwards, until his entire organ was encased by Bert's lower bowel. Bert's anus was as tight as before when they had coupled at Bert's office, and he was going to have to be careful not to climax before he wanted to. "Yeah, take that cock man, yeah that's it." Karl said, watching with erotic interest as Bert submitted to the painful penetration. After Jeff had pushed all the way in, and Bert appeared to have relaxed a little, Karl took his penis in one hand and brushed it back and forth against Bert's mouth. "Come on, suck me while you're being fucked by that nice dick." Bert opened his mouth again and Karl moaned as his penis once again was enveloped. Jeff began making small movements with his hips, then gradually began to thrust in and out of Bert's rectum, trying to not to allow himself to slip out entirely as Bert's anus tended to tighten up immediately after withdrawal, which made re-entry difficult again. After several minutes, Bert found himself relaxing fairly well, and he enjoyed Jeff's appreciative gasps of pleasure. As he continued to pleasure Karl's organ, the sensation of the shaft moving within him, and Jeff's pendulous testicles slapping between his legs became ever more pleasurable, and he found himself very aroused. Bert's penis was very rigid and he found himself trying to rub it with one hand, but he couldn't maintain his balance very well because Jeff was thrusting wildly in and out and very close to his orgasm. Bert, sensing his teeth were scraping Karl painfully because of Jeff's motions, pulled his mouth up off of Karl and rested his head on Karl's belly while waiting for Jeff's climax. "Hunnnnkkkgggggg." Jeff ducked his head and grunted while he plowed into Bert's rectum one more time. Bert could feel the penis throbbing and could sense, though not directly feel, the semen splashing into his lower colon. Karl now moved to take his turn. He slid his body out from under Bert and Jeff's figures. He smeared his erection with a liberal amount of lubrication. Taking the bottle of poppers, he clambered around behind Jeff's body. "Scoot his ass up further on the bed." he instructed. Wobbling, Bert and Jeff, still coupled by Jeff's slowly deflating organ, moved further up on the bed. "Take a really good hit." Karl instructed Bert. "I'm gonna fuck you hard and fast, so you're gonna need it." A little alarmed, Bert took a long hit from the offered bottle and immediately his consciousness almost faded out. He was dimly aware of Jeff's long organ sliding out of his anal cavity. Then he felt Karl mount his buttocks. Bert had stretched out on the bed face down, completely relaxed. The very thick head of Karl's penis probed against Bert's anus, and then abruptly punched through his anal sphincter. "Ah!" Bert cried out. "Hey, don't hurt him." Jeff said. "I'm not hurtin' him, he's okay. Give him another hit." Bert took another hit. "Okay baby, here we go." With that Karl slammed the rest of his thick penis into Bert's body with a force that bordered on cruelty. Bert gave another strangled gasp and then spread his legs to try to more easily accommodate the man thrusting into him savagely. While Karl's penis wasn't as long as Jeff's, it was excessively thick and caused Bert a lot of pain. Bert's own penis deflated entirely as Karl continued to brutally thrust his organ in and out of Bert's rectum. By degrees, Bert's anus relaxed and the pain faded away. He found himself anticipating Karl's lunging thrusts and began moving his hips backwards to meet them. Bert's penis became erect again and now he pleasured himself by rubbing against the sheet below him. Jeff sat nearby and offered the men encouragement as they rutted like wild animals. "Yeah, fuck that ass, fuck that tight, hot hole, fuck it. Fuck him good, come on, take that dick." Karl's penis slipped out of Bert's anal canal once, and then again. Bert's anus was so relaxed that Karl was able to reintroduce his organ almost without any pain to Bert. Suddenly, Karl repeatedly began to completely withdraw his member and slam it back into Bert's prone body. Bert's anus had no time to react and he could feel it gaping open between the wild thrust, the air reaching his inner recesses feeling odd and cool. Karl thrust wildly several more times, before he groaned and began ejaculating all over Bert's buttocks. He pushed in his pulsating organ one last time deep inside of Bert, but the majority of his semen had been sprayed all over Bert's buttocks and lower back. Bert moaned now with frustration. He hadn't reached orgasm, and now both his partners were spent. But Karl wasn't finished yet. He withdrew and then helped Bert flip over. He dribbled some lubricant on Bert's penis, then some on his own fingers, and then carefully inserted three of his thick fingers into Bert's anal canal. "Jack off while I rub your prostate." he instructed Bert. Bert began to masturbate, trying to ignore the full sensation in his rectum as he did so. The prostate massage was distracting at first. Jeff began licking and biting Bert's nipples. Soon, despite the distractions, Bert felt himself approaching orgasm. Karl moved his fingers back and forth firmly over Bert's sex gland as Bert stroked his penis with ever increasing intensity and finally his pelvis began to buck as he started to ejaculate. Karl pressed his fingers steadily against Bert's prostate throughout his orgasm and Bert felt the organ pulsate as it propelled his semen out of his urethra. Bert's semen arched through the air and splashed his face once, the lessor spurts lacing across his chest and stomach. Exhausted, Bert fell almost immediately into a light slumber. After a short nap that lasted about 20 minutes, he was awakened by Karl and Jeff chatting, and the three soon rose and showered. Jeff made Bert promise to call again soon, and Bert left after receiving a hug from each of the two men. He wasn't sure when he would call Jeff again, but he definitely knew that he was going call again.

The second part, "Bert & Jeff", is below. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/5331 * * * For several days after Bert was abducted and sexually abused by the group of men, he simply went about his everyday routine without allowing himself to think too much about what had happened. His wife had fallen asleep that night and hadn't noticed the very late hour he'd finally come home, so she did not have the occasion to witness his decidedly shocked state. In fact, Bert was in a state of shock throughout the weekend and stayed in bed, feigning illness while he tried to sort out his emotions and tried to decide what to do. He initially thought of reporting the rape to the police, but dismissed the intention in almost the same instant. He reasoned he could never endure the exposure and shame of filing such a report. He felt there was too much evidence that pointed to his own complicity and acquiescence to the rape. The fact that he himself had ejaculated, to his mind, pointed to the fact that the experience was not exclusively rape. He was ashamed of and deeply embarrassed by the fact that he had allowed another man to masturbate him to orgasm while he was unwillingly being sodomized by another man. In the end, he decided it was easier simply to forget the whole thing had ever happened, to put it behind him and just get on with life. His abused anus and the surrounding area was sore for a few days. There were traces of blood on his underwear and toilet tissue at times. He found that soaking in a tub of water helped to ease the discomfort and after awhile he found that he had healed completely and had suffered no lasting physical harm. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Bert never saw the beat up utility van around the office again. Bert gradually recovered peace of mind, though he was somewhat more introverted than he had been previously. His co-workers hardly noticed any difference in his aspect. Nor did Bert's wife take note of any changes. Their sex life continued unchanged. Bert still took great delight in making passionate love to his wife; her light body, full breasts and the curves of her hips combined with her long legs still gave him as much pleasure as ever. However, the one area of sexual activity that began to gradually change for Bert was when he masturbated. Bert had masturbated since he was 14 years of age, and had done so throughout his teenage years and on into his adulthood regardless of whether or not he had a girlfriend he was sexually active with, and even after he'd married, he found his sex drive exceeded the needs and desires of his wife, so he quietly tended to his own needs himself. Lately, as he masturbated, thoughts and memories of the rape would come unbidden to his mind. It started one night, when his wife was out of town on business, and their children were tucked into their beds. It was late, but Bert wasn't sleepy and then his old familiar sexual desires stirred. Out of old habit, he went and took a small hand towel out of the master bathroom, stripped off his sleeping shorts and T-shirt, and stretched his nude body luxuriously out on his bed. As he fondled his stiffening penis, he thought of a blonde saleswoman who'd visited the office earlier in the week with her strikingly blue eyes (contacts, he thought to himself) and he remembered the look she gave him while passing him in the corridor as he glanced at her shapely legs encased in shimmering nylons as she swept by him in a well-tailored power suit. Sexual desire spread over him as he recalled the faint flush of desire that he felt as she walked by, her hips swaying in just the perfect way. Bert's organ was now hard and stiff and he stroked it appreciatively, soaking up the sensation of his hand lightly stroking the rigid shaft and bumping up against the edge of the corona of the glans. He stroked several more times, feeling the tension building in his pelvis, and felt his testicles drawing up closer to his body. He paused for a moment, and felt his testicles descend a little in their scrotal pouch as the tension relaxed. He moved his hand down, and cupped his scrotum. Cautiously, he cupped each testicle by itself and then manipulated and rolled around his sex organs. Suddenly, and though consciously unbidden, the memory entered his mind of the warm mouth that had swirled around his penis and wickedly licked his scrotum while he was being raped. Thoughts of the blonde saleswoman faded. He resumed the stroking of his penis, and now he thought of the hand, the hand of another male, that he had so shamelessly thrust into as another man had held his legs apart and repeatedly slammed his penis inside of his body, taking his perverted pleasures from Bert's unwilling body. There was no shame now, only lust, heated to the boiling point. As Bert continued to stroke, a remote corner of his mind took note of how tightly clenched his anus felt as he got closer and closer to climax. "I wonder how tight my ass felt to that guy fucking me." the fleeting thought crossed his mind and in the same instant, Bert's orgasm wracked his body, hot and intense. Bert's back arched as he ejaculated, his semen spurted upwards, four, five, six bursts, striking him in the face and spattering on the wall behind him, the lesser splashes landing on his stomach and finally finishing with a thick dribble around his fingers which had continued to stimulate the head of his organ. Finally, his desire completely spent, he stopped. "Good God, I'm becoming a fucking faggot!" Bert whispered remonstratingly to himself in the darkness as he began cleaning up. It was rare for him to experience such an intense orgasm while masturbating. Feeling guilty, and fighting the swelling lassitude he felt trying to overcome him, he cleaned his semen from off the wall behind him, then cleaned himself up, donned his sleeping garb and promptly went deeply asleep. That was the first of many masturbation sessions for Bert where thoughts and memories of the rape began to dominate his sexual fantasies. The more he determined not to repeat the fantasies, the more forbidden and enticing they became, to the point that was all he would fantasize about when he masturbated. A year went by after the rape. Bert found himself in a busy part of the year and was working too many hours at the office again. He was careful to not stay too late though, and was ever watchful now when leaving the office later at night. The computer network at the office was down for a few days while it was being upgraded. Bert found the entire upgrade process exasperating because his work was interfered with and then there was the issue of new software to become accustomed to. He was working fairly late one night, the cleaning personnel had come and gone with their irritating vacuum and clanging cleaning equipment, in an attempt to get some budgets printed for a client. Bert was chagrined to find that his computer had suddenly stopped communicating with the system printer, which was located in the copy room across the office. Bert rebooted his machine and attempted to print the reports again, but still received the error message. Thinking perhaps the main printer had gone off-line for some reason, he made his way to copy room to check on it. In the copy room were the two computer techs who had been working on performing the system upgrades. Bert was used to the men working late, so he wasn't surprised to find the two men working. They appeared to be cabling a new daisy panel, and they paused and looked inquiringly at Bert when he entered the copy room. "Oh, hi guys," Bert stammered a little, embarrassed because he didn't know their names nor had he made any prior attempt to learn them. Computer geeks were better left to their mysterious world, in his opinion. "Is there some reason why I can't print off of this printer?" "We're going to have recable the printer, and it's going to be awhile. Can you print off of the printer at your desk?"asked one man, who by his air Bert assumed was in charge. He appeared to be of Italian extraction, broad shoulders, narrow waisted with a squarish jaw, black hair and very dark eyes. "No, I need to print on the wide greenbar," Bert sighed a little, but not wanting to come across as snide, continued "But that's okay, there's plenty of other stuff I can do." The two men returned to their work and Bert went back to his office. A couple of hours later, the man that Bert had earlier spoken to appeared in the doorway of Bert's office as Bert was reviewing a boring physical plant report. "Hi," Bert said when he noticed the man standing in the doorway holding a small bag as if preparing to leave. "Are you guys calling it a night?" "Yeah, Eddie left about half an hour ago."the man replied. "I cabled up that printer and I want to make sure it's working right." he added. "Oh, okay, that's cool. What's your name by the way?" Bert asked with an apologetic tone. "I'm Jeff." "Hi Jeff, I'm Bert." and Bert half stood while he extended his hand. The two men shook hands and Bert reseated himself on his chair. "Well, let me pull that budget up and we'll see if the printer is working all right." Bert opened the file on his computer and waited for it to load. It was a large report and took about two minutes to open. While he was waiting, Jeff walked around and stood behind Bert's chair, and set his bag down on the carpet. Finally, the file opened. Bert tried to schedule the print job but after several moments, another error message appeared on the screen. Jeff fished out a CD from his bag and slid it into the D drive of Bert's machine, and instructed Bert to install some drivers, but seemed to grow impatient as Bert fumbled around, trying to obey his instructions and finally Jeff reached out and grasped at the mouse, covering Bert's hand with his own as he did so. An electric shock seem to almost snap through Bert's body at the touch of Jeff's hand. Blushing clear to the tips of his ears, Bert politely moved his hand aside, and let Jeff finish the installation of the needed drivers, but he was now acutely conscious of the close proximity of Jeff's body, becoming more and more conscious of the man's clean, masculine smell. As he had nothing else to do, he looked covertly at Jeff's hands. There was no wedding band, and the nails appeared to be very carefully manicured. While not excessively long, neither were they short. They were, each one, a white, perfect moonlike crescent tipping each finger. Finished with loading the drivers, Jeff placed his left hand on Bert's shoulder, in a familiar way as if they'd been lifelong friends. The fresh touch sent another flush of warmth surging through Bert's body and Bert found his heart was pounding and he felt as if the temperature in the room had risen by some 20 degrees. Jeff asked Bert to again attempt to print the report. This time the report loaded and printed and they both could hear the faint hum of the printer in the copy room as it began to print. "There," Jeff said with evident satisfaction. "I'm glad we tested that. I'll have to install those driver's for everyone." Bert murmured an agreement of some sort and began to wonder when Jeff was going to remove his hand from his shoulder. To combat his increasing nervousness, Bert began to load another report. Jeff gave his shoulder a slight squeeze as that report also loaded normally to the print queue. The hand lifted from Bert's shoulder and then brushed lightly against his hair and ear. "I like your hair, that style suits you. Where do you get it cut?" Jeff inquired, as his hand then wandered across the back of Bert's head. Jeff's touching his hair in such a way was way over the line of normal, heterosexual behavior and Bert knew it instantly. Hardly knowing what he said or why, Bert gave the name of the salon he usually went to. His heart was pounding and he felt strangely faint. Jeff's hand left Bert's hair, and slid back down to his shoulder. Then he leaned down and whispered throatily into Bert's ear: "Man, I just gotta fuck your sexy ass." Absolutely stunned, and his heart in his throat, Bert sat motionless. "And don't say you don't want it, you've had that hardon for the last 15 minutes." Involuntarily, Bert glanced down and saw the front of his trousers were clearly tented with the straining outline of his erection. How long had he been like that, he wondered, with a tinge of embarrassment. "I'm married--I mean, I don't do this--I mean that...I'm straight, I'm not gay..." Bert stammered out. "I don't care if you're married dude, and no one needs to know about it. This is between you and me. You've turned me on, and I've turned you on, so let's fuck." Bert sat quietly for a few more moments. "Come on, lemme fuck you, you've been fucked before, haven't ya?" Jeff whispered as he caressed the back of Bert's head again. "Where do you want to do it?" Bert said quietly, hardly believing he heard himself say that. What was he doing? "Right here is fine. I got some lube in my bag. Why don't you stand up." Jeff suggested. Slowly Bert stood up, not knowing what Jeff wanted from him. Jeff swiftly closed the blinds in the office, then went over to the door and shut it. There was no lock. "Anyone come up here this late at night?" "No." Bert shook his head. Jeff walked back around the desk and sat in Bert's chair. He took Bert by the hips and turned him so that Bert's crotch was directly in front of him, then he swiftly and easily unbuckled Bert's belt, and unbuttoned his trousers and with one motion, pulled Bert's pants and underwear to the floor. Bert's erection waved and bobbed in front of him. "Oh yeah, you've got a nice dick buddy, I knew you would." Jeff slid Bert's member into his mouth, and sucked it very gently, licking the leaking fluids off the glans and swirling his tongue around. "Oh," Bert gasped with the pleasure and his knees almost buckled. Jeff continued to fellate Bert for a few moments, then, sensing Bert's impending loss of control he stopped and stood up, his own erection straining against the crotch of his slacks as he did so. He undid his own trousers, and slid them down, then kicked off his shoes and removed his pants entirely. Bert gazed with fascinated attention at Jeff's pubic region. His pubic hair was a very dense thicket of black hair. He focused his attention Jeff's penis for several seconds. It was considerably larger than Bert's own, the head was a deep purple read, the shaft much thicker than his own and had a slight downward curve to the left. Jeff's pendulous scrotum was covered with thick, downy looking hairs. "Ya like it?"Jeff asked, as he reseated himself in Bert's chair. His penis jutted up prominately from his groin. Bert blushed and didn't make a reply. "Take your pants off." Bert complied, kicking out of his shoes like Jeff did. "You look hot man, turn around so I can see that ass." Bert turned around, his feelings those of embarrassment and lust mingled together. Jeff reached out and gently stroked the cheeks of Bert's buttocks, murmuring words of appreciation while he did so. "Oh yeah, that is one fine ass dude." He grasped Bert's hips, and guided him backwards. There was a pause now, and Bert heard Jeff snap open a bottle, then felt a lubricated finger sliding between his buttocks. The finger found his anal opening without any difficulty, and then it swirled around the tight ring, causing Bert to gasp and buck with pleasure as the sensitive nerves were stimulated. Finally, the finger gently penetrated his anal sphincter, gently levering in one way, then the other. Another pause, then the re-lubricated finger was reintroduced. After a couple more swirls, Jeff announced that Bert was ready. "My fingernails will scratch you, it's best to just let my dick open you up. I'm gonna do you bareback. Don't worry, I'm safe and I know you are." Bert listened as Jeff applied lubricant to his rampant erection, then Jeff grasped him by the hips and began lowering Bert's body downward. It was a little awkward. All at once, the blunt head of Jeff's erect organ, hard and yet yielding, came directly into contact with Bert's anus. Bert's anal ring was tight and would not relax. "Come on, push, push out like you're taking a dump, and let me in dude, let me feel that tight ass." Jeff whispered. Bert obediently pushed and almost immediately, the thick glans of Jeff's penis parted his tissues and slid partially inside. "Ouch, shit!"Bert gave a shocked gasp and stood up slightly as a very sharp cramp gripped his anal canal. "It's okay man, you're nice and tight, just relax, breath, let it pass."Jeff soothed, stroking Bert's trembling buttocks. Jeff re-lubricated his penis and waited for Bert to make another attempt. The cramp passed, and again Jeff guided Bert downward onto his penis. Bert made a concerted effort to relax and gasped as he was penetrated again by Jeff's organ. There was painful, stretching sensation coupled with a sense of fullness deep in his belly as he sat lower and lower on the penis of the man under him. Finally, he was completely penetrated, and leaned back with a pained sigh against Jeff's body. Jeff had reached up under his shirt and was playing and pinching his nipples. "Yeah, you got it all inside of ya man, how's that feel?" "Feels...strange..." Bert moaned slightly and then groaned a bit louder as another cramp seized him. Jeff's hands slid down to Bert's crotch, and fondled his penis and scrotum. Soon, he had Bert's erection back up to it's full strength, as it had flagged a little. This went on for a some time, and then Jeff began making small, up and down movements with his pelvis. "Think you're ready for a little more action?" Jeff asked. Bert nodded yes. Jeff guided him upwards, then pushed him face down on the floor under him, then crouched between Bert's legs. He carefully lubricated his penis again, then guided it gently into Bert's rectum again. Bert sighed as the penis slid home. Never had he felt so stimulated, the mixture of pain, pleasure, coupled with the frustration of the fact that the penis inside of him was not directly stimulating his own organ was a strange and almost wild feeling. Jeff began to move in and out. "Yeah, I'm fuckin' ya now, ya like that, huh? You like being dicked? Ya like being fucked by that big dick?" Jeff whispered intoBert's ear. "I'm lovin' this, love fucking your tight ass, you're so hot, I knew I had to have you." Bert began to thrust upwards against the penis that pummeling his tender anal and rectal tissues. His own penis ground against the carpet below him, but it wasn't enough to stimulate him to orgasm. Jeff continued to whisper his pleasure into Bert's ear. "You got such a tight ass man, so fine, so wet, so tight, yeah, I love fuckin' it. I'm going to turn you into a cock pussy, yeah I am, you're going to be beggin' for cock from now on. I'm fucking ya man, are you feelin' that cock up inside your hot ass, keep that ass tight, yeah, tighten up, yeah that's so hot." Jeff thrust several more times in silence and then stopped. "Turn over." he instructed. Bert turned over face up. Jeff took his legs, and lifted them and spread at the same time and then slammed his penis back inside of Bert's body with shocking suddenness. "Shit, not so rough!" Bert pleaded, but his cry fell on deaf ears. Jeff was harshly thrusting in and out now, his orgasm was getting close and any consideration he might have felt for his partner was fading into the background as the approaching thunder of his orgasm began taking precedence over anything else. Bert's body rocked back and forth as Jeff slid the length of his long organ in and out of Bert's tight anus. Bert reached down and grasped his own penis and began stroking it. As he did so, his anal muscles began tightening back up and Jeff began to almost scream with pleasure as the anal cavity wrapped around his sex tightened and stroked him with almost unbearable pleasure. Bert clenched his eyes shut against the mounting pain as Jeff began to thrust ever more wildly and concentrated on stroking his own organ. The broad, thick head of Jeff's penis punched with great force against Bert's prostate gland and forced small spurts of pre-ejaculate to dribble out of Bert's penis, which added to the lubrication and pleasure for Bert. Finally, Bert reached the pinnacle and was swept over the top, almost howling with the strength of his orgasm as it flooded his body without restraint. His semen sprayed up between their chests and laced in thick streams across his lower belly. Jeff continued to thrust in and out, with long, almost cruel strokes to the point where he was causing Bert great pain and then finally he gave one last deep thrust. Bert gasped with pain at the final, massive thrust and then he could feel the semen flowing into him as Jeff's penis swelled even greater and throbbed as Jeff ejaculated. Jeff gasped quietly throughout his climax. "Oh my God, dude, that was absolutely awesome." Jeff panted as soon as he could draw breath enough to talk. His member deflated fairly soon, and slid out of Bert's body. It was glistening with lube, and globs of semen. Bert gave it a nervous glance, wondering how such a large organ managed to find its way into his body. The two men cleaned up, and Jeff gave Bert his phone number and asked him to call. Bert went home very late, and deeply troubled by what he had indulged in.

This four-part story follows the conversion of a married straight man into someone actively involved in seeking out sex. Definite non-consent elements--the story's content is not out of line with what other stories here have featured, I believe. The first part is below. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/5341 * * * Bert stumbled a little while walking down the steps which led to the lower level of the parking garage just outside the office building where he worked. He paused for a moment, and shook his head at himself. Darkness was gathering; he should have been home hours ago on this Friday evening. He'd been working too many long hours for the past several days. He could feel the tension from the back of his neck spreading across his shoulder blades. Right then he decided he would not come into work for a few hours tomorrow as he earlier had planned. Instead, he would do nothing except spend time with his family and rest and relax. He had a fleeting thought of sex with his pretty wife and how that would add to his feelings of relaxation. He'd have to assess her mood when he got home. Bert and his wife were both 40 years old, both active and they both kept themselves fit. Bert's handsome dark looks, with just a touch of gray at his temples were complimented by the pretty blue-eyed blond he'd married fifteen years previously. Bert resumed walking down the stairs, but a little more slowly. He reached the concrete floor below and suddenly his attention snapped over to a man sitting in an older, beat up utility van that looked unfamiliar. A glance towards the ramp confirmed Bert's suspicion: the parking gate was broken, again. The automatic barrier arm was fixed all the way up, which allowed any vehicle access to the garage. "Goddamn that fucking property manager!" Bert thought angrily to himself. Bert suddenly realized he was being watched by the occupant of the van, and he felt the hair on the nape of his neck rise. "Shit!" Bert muttered under his breath as he increased his pace towards his own car which was one row back and to the right of where the stranger was parked. He was careful not to look again at the van or the man inside. He reached his car and unlocked the driver's door with the remote. He quickly opened the door and sat down while reaching out to pull the door shut, and looked into the muzzle of a gun pointed at his face. Bert froze while at the same time he felt a flood of adrenalin enter his bloodstream. "Get out." the man spoke quietly yet forcefully enough to let Bert know he meant business. Bert slipped out of the car seat and stood slowly, his eyes never leaving the gun. "Get his cash." the man spoke to another man who had materialized behind Bert's car. The second man walked up to Bert and quickly fetched his wallet from his pants. There was less than twenty dollars in Bert's wallet. The second man grunted with disgust. "Doesn't matter, we can deal with that." the man holding the gun said softly. The second man tossed the wallet into Bert's car and after taking the keys out of Bert's hand, he locked the car. "Come on," the second man took Bert by the arm and began guiding him to the beat up van, "You're going with us." The first man kept the gun pointed at Bert at all times and opened a back door to the van. Bert was pushed up inside and forced to kneel while his hands were tied behind his back, then he was forced to lie down on a pile of dirty blankets while his feet were tied together. Last he was gagged, and blindfolded. Bert was beginning to calm down and think more clearly now. There was no doubt in his mind he was being kidnaped for ransom. The question was, would he survive? His father was a self-made millionaire, a fact that any number of people knew. Bert wasn't so sure his father, a stubborn mule of a man, could be forced to cooperate with kidnappers. The van was started and started moving. Bert tried to listen for familiar street sounds, and tried to count the number of turns the van made, etc., but soon gave up any efforts to track where he was or where he was being taken. After driving for what seemed like an interminable amount of time, the van stopped and Bert heard buttons being pushed on a keypad. A tinny voice on speaker inquired "Yeah?" and the man behind the wheel said "Mark." Bert heard a gate mechanism start up and realized that they were either at a private estate, or perhaps at an exclusive gated community. Soon the van stopped again and Bert heard the clanking of garage doors overhead and realized they were inside the garage of a house. The doors the back of the van were opened. Bert's feet were untied and he was pulled out of the van and guided through a doorway. He was stiff from the uncomfortable ride and received a couple of rough pokes in the ribs with the gun whenever he moved too slowly for his captors. Bert was guided down a flight of carpeted steps into what he assumed would be his prison while his kidnappers made their demands of his father or whoever else they thought could be convinced to pay for his release. He felt a little relief at the thought that at least they hadn't killed him right away. He heard more than one set of footsteps behind him but couldn't tell how many people were on the stairs. The man that guided him down the stairs pushed him through a doorway. "Is he okay?" "Yeah, he's cool. I'll call you." This came from a man with a voice different from the first two men. Bert could hear one man at least, leaving. The gun poked him again. "I'm gonna untie your hands. Take off your jacket and your shirt. Do what we tell you and you won't get hurt, you got it?" Bert nodded as he felt the rope binding his hands being loosened. He slipped off his jacket, his tie and his shirt. "Take off the t-shirt too." He pulled it off over his head. The air in the room was cool, too cool against his skin, and Bert shivered slightly and felt his skin ripple with goose bumps. "Keep your eyes closed." The blindfold was taken off, as was the gag, only to be replaced with some type of leather mask. It had an opening for his nose, and for his lips, but there was a strap that wound underneath his jaw, preventing him from opening his mouth at all. His eyes were completely blocked. Bert could breath easier now but that was all. Next he was led over to what felt like a bed. "Shoes off." Bert slipped out of his dress shoes. "Lie down, face down." Bert climbed on the bed and laid down on the bed as directed. A few moments later, a cuff was snapped around his left wrist, and then cuffed to what felt like a ring in the wall close to his head, slightly above the level of his body. Then his right wrist was similarly cuffed. "I'll go start calling, get him ready." Bert heard the footfalls of someone leaving the room. Bert felt someone's hands at his feet, then his socks were pulled off. He felt his stomach lurch uncomfortably at the casual way he was being handled. Next, a pair of hands slid around his waist and unbuttoned his belt and unfastened his slacks. "Hey...don't..." Bert managed to project in a muffled way through the mask he was wearing. Although he could breath through his mouth, he couldn't actually move his jaw enough to speak normally. His protests and squirming were ignored, and his slacks removed , leaving him clad only in his boxers. He shivered a little. "Are you cold?" a remote masculine voice asked. Bert nodded his head, and few moments later a blanket was settled over him. The man left the room, Bert heard him shut the door as he was leaving. Time seemed to go by slowly and Bert got rather sleepy as the adrenalin that had first surged through his body wore off and the fatigue of the stress he'd been under caught up with him. He even dozed off for a few minutes at a time. Presently, Bert was startled into alertness by voices outside the room. The door opened. The blanket cover Bert was removed, and he shivered slightly with the sudden coolness. "He okay?" "Yeah, fuck yeah, he's perfect." The door shut again. Bert could hear people breathing in the room, but couldn't tell how many were there. From Bert's left, gentle hands came into contact with his back and began a circular massage pattern, closely followed by another set of hands from the right. Immediately Bert tensed up and tasted bile in his throat. "Fags! These guys are perverts!" he thought to himself. Bert had never been remotely sexually interested in other men. The thought of men having sex with other men was had always been repugnant to him. He'd heard scripture read in church many times that condemned "men who lie with men," and he'd always been in agreement with the biblical injunctions against homosexuals. He had always been revolted by the lisping, high-pitched voices and the fey mannerisms and behavior of the few gays he'd come into contact with throughout his life. The more the hands wandered and massaged across his back, the more tense Bert got. Still, ignoring his increasing tension, the hands persisted. They worked lower down his back and began brushing over the curve of his buttocks as they worked their way lower down to his thighs and calves. Then, in spite of himself, Bert started to relax slightly as the massage continued for several minutes. However, his relaxation must have been sensed because as if on cue, both sets of hands began to deeply massage the backs of his thighs, going ever higher and higher until there were fingers delving deeply into the creases between his buttocks and his thighs. One hand even tried to slip down between his legs to reach his genitals, but Bert clenched his legs tightly together. The massage stopped. Bert felt hands hook into the waistband of his boxers and they were pulled off. He felt himself blushing with shame and anger, but he kept silent. "If these assholes think I'm going to cry like a little kid for mercy, they're wrong." he thought to himself. Bert heard water running into a pan of some sort, then heard someone pad over to the bed. A warm washcloth gently sponged across his neck, back and legs, including his feet. The water was dried with a towel by someone else. Then, the washcloth was applied to his buttocks, which Bert allowed without protest, but when the cloth moved towards the inner cleft of his buttocks, Bert resisted by fiercely clamping his legs together. Two pairs of hands suddenly clamped down on his legs and spread them apart. Try as he might, Bert could not move his legs, he grunted and squirmed, but he could not prevent the washcloth from moving in and washing the private areas of his body. His scrotum had contracted almost completely into his body, and his penis likewise had drawn up and the cloth passed over his genitals casually as the creases of his groin were cleansed. Next the cloth was rinsed and then his anus and the surrounding area were bathed and dried. Bert heard a cap of something popping, and then jumped and grunted a protest as a thick finger slid between his buttocks and without hesitation located and then penetrated his anus. He tried to twist away from the violator's finger but was unable. The finger turned one way and then the other, much like a doctor's once had during a prostate exam that Bert had a few years back. The finger retreated for a moment, then was replaced. Bert could tell it was covered with a slippery substance, and the faint odor reaching his nose confirmed it was KY jelly. Again, the finger rotated one way, then the other. The finger was removed again, then a different finger, much thicker, and one that Bert recognized as a thumb was at the opening of his anus, and it slowly began moving inside. It hadn't gone far when Bert began feeling some real discomfort and he involuntarily moaned from the shame of what was happening to him. The thumb continued to press inwards. Then there was a sharp painful cramp that suddenly came out of nowhere and Bert's sudden pained intact of breath caused the thumb to pause for a moment. Then after several seconds, the thumb continued violating him. After several twisting motions, the thumb was removed. Bert gasped a little once or twice and then he listened to the sounds in the room. The air seemed heavy with anticipation. There was the sound of heaving breathing, and a faint slap-slapping sound that he instinctually knew was the sound of a man masturbating. "Give him a hit." a man's voice said. A small bottle with a strange smell was held next to Bert's nose, he tried to twist his head away but his head was held in place by powerful hands. Immediately, the fumes made Bert feel dizzy and weak as his pulse began to roar in his ears. A man's heavy body clambered on the bed and its weight settled on Bert's back. All Bert could do was give a muffled and tortured sob of despair when he felt the man's erect organ probing his buttocks. He tried in vain to twist away, but his legs were held tightly down. The penis found its target. "Uuuuunnoooohhh!" pleaded Bert as he threw his head back and gasped with agony as he was penetrated. A stab of pain sliced through him as the thick glans topping the long shaft was forced inside. Another thrust and an inch or two more of the shaft was inside of him. The initial pain got suddenly much worse as a white hot, truly appalling wreath of pain wrapped all the way around the invading shaft and again Bert threw back his head and this time he gave a sharp strangled cry of pain, without regard for his prior resolutions of enduring what was happening silently. The man paused for a few seconds when Bert cried out. "Oh God, oh God, please!" Bert managed to gasp through the mask as his whole body shuddered with shock. The man attacking him remained still for another moment, then began making small movements, in and out, thrusting his erection ever further inward, eliciting more pained gasps from Bert. "Uh, uh, uh." were the only sounds Bert could manage as the penis thickly invaded his rectum. The pain was so overwhelming, even if the mask had not been in place, he would not have able to compose words to plead with his captors. The rapist continued to thrust gently, in and out, and gradually Bert began to calm down. His anus burned fiercely, but the white hot pain of the initial penetration had faded. "Yeah, you're tight," the man thrusting into him whispered into Bert's ear. "So tight, I love bustin' in tight, straight ass, oh yeah, yeah I do." Gradually, the man lengthened his thrusts, soon his penis was almost being entirely withdrawn on the outward strokes, and Bert gasped in unison with the painfully deep in strokes. "Oh man, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum in your tight ass, oh yeah, here it comes man, take my cum, take it, oh yeah, oh yeeeaaah!" the man grunted as he reached his climax. Bert could feel the man's penis pulse as the rapist ejaculated, his semen spurting several times deep inside of Bert's body. The man rested his body on top of Bert's for a minute, then withdrew, his softening organ making a soft, plopping sound as it slipped out of Bert's body. The man's body was immediately replaced by another's. This man penetrated Bert immediately, causing fresh stabs of pain for Bert as he roughly penetrated Bert's tender and sore anus. However, this man's member was not as wide in girth as the first rapist's, and Bert found that he could endure this rapist without as much pain as the man began rapidly thrusting his way to orgasm. After several minutes of frenetic thrusting, this man too reached orgasm, adding his own semen to that already deposited and then he slid off of Bert's helpless body. There was a pause now. Bert felt his wrists being uncuffed, then his body was flipped over face up. His wrists were fastened again to the wall, much to his disappointment. He had fleeting thoughts of struggling, but he felt strangely passive and lay quietly without struggling. Another man climbed on the bed. He gently spread Bert's legs, which Bert allowed him to do without any resistance. He knew by now that he would simply be overpowered. The third man took Bert's legs and placed one on each of his own shoulders, lifting Bert's lower torso offof the bed with his erect organ slipping and sliding between the cleft of Bert's buttocks which was slick now with semen and lubricant. His erection felt much larger than the two previous rapists and Bert began feeling alarmed as the blunt head wedged into his tightening anus. Bert groaned with despair as another sharp cramp swept over him. "You guys help him relax." the man said softly. Hands came down upon Bert and massaged his chest, and played with his nipples. Then a warm mouth closed over his shrunken penis, and began sucking it gently. The third rapist began to make small thrusting movements. Bert's anus began to burn again with fiery pain as the tender opening was forced to stretch around the thick glans of the large shaft invading it. The mouth that had closed around Bert's penis continued to lick and suck , and the man's tongue also caressed Bert's scrotum, which had completely drawn his testicles up within his body. Bert's penis did not respond to the attention, if anything, it retracted further. The man licked a few more times and then stopped. The hands that had spread over his chest gradually stopped too. The rapist gradually began pushing more and more into Bert's rectum. Bert began to gasp with pain as the member spearing him reached inner regions of his lower bowel not previously invaded by the prior rapists. There was one area in particular that burned deep inside at each thrust. The man seemed to recognize this was especially painful for Bert and he avoided any harsh movements, but still kept on with his ever more and more invasive thrusting movements. Finally Bert cried out again in pain as the man attempted to penetrate him more deeply. The man paused. "Give him another hit of poppers, but not too much, I want him to feel this." the man directed. Bert's body sagged as the warm feeling again rushed to his head, and he became conscious of his heart beating. The pain he had felt started to fade away, and the man cradling his legs thrust deeply three more times and stopped. Bert could feel that the man had fully penetrated him. He could feel the man's coarse pubic hairs brushing against his perineum and tightly retracted scrotum.. "Yeah man, give that ass up to me, you know you can do it. That's right, just relax." "Give him another hit." Bert inhaled again from the small bottle pressed next to his nostrils. The man thrust gently for five or six more thrusts, then he paused for a moment and adjusted his position and then began to nearly withdraw completely and slowly thrust back inside deeply. There was minimal pain now for Bert, and Bert's attention gradually focused on the sensation of the man's shaft moving smoothly in and out of his body, like a wave. "Oh yeah," the man murmured as he continued to move in and out, "You feel so good, so tight, so hot." Unexpectedly, his head swimming, Bert felt a wave of sexual arousal sweep over him as the man who'd penetrated him continued to thrust. Gradually, Bert's own penis relaxed, then filled out and hardened to its full length. He could feel it bobbing up and down and slapping against his abdomen in time with the thrusting of the man above him. The man continued to thrust for a long time, taking his pleasure slowly and without hurrying. A hand slickened with lubricant folded around Bert's erect organ and began stroking it. The pleasurable stimulation caused Bert's anal sphincter muscles to contract and the man using his body suddenly gasped with pleasure at the redoubled tightness of Bert's opening. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, " the man groaned and then slammed one final time into Bert's body. "I'm cuuummming." Bert moaned now, not with pain, but with frustration as the man's softening shaft slid out of him and the man got off the bed. The hand stroking his own penis paused as another man got on the bed and took Bert's legs and spread them widely apart while tilting his pelvis backwards. "You ready for this babe? You look like it." the man said as he prepared to mount Bert's body. This man's erection felt as big, if not even larger than the one just previous to him. Bert sighed cautiously as the penis gently but firmly pushed inside his rectum, and slid deeply into his lower bowel. There was no pain now, just a full sensation. The man's pubic hair felt strange as it ground against Bert's scrotum, which had considerably relaxed by now and was drooping down now with the weight of his full testicles. "Oh man, this is so great. You got such a hot ass babe," the man groaned, "I'm gonna fuck you so good." "You wanna another hit of poppers babe?" Bert nodded yes, and inhaled deeply from the bottle when it was held up to his nose. Bert could hear the man that had mounted him sniff deeply from the bottle too. Blackness approached the edge of Bert's mind and he drifted semi-conscious for about a minute. He gradually gained full awareness again and took in the sensations of what was happening now. The man was using his body to the fullest extent possible. He was making long, deep, and rapid thrusts. His penis would slip out from time to time but he'd quickly guide it back in again without any pain to Bert. Bert could feel his anus gaping open slightly when the man's organ would happen to slip out. He was completely relaxed. Again a lubricated hand closed around Bert's privates, swirling around his testicles in their full pouch, and stroking his penis. Finally, the hand closed around Bert's shaft and Bert began to thrust into the hand, hesitatingly at first, then with greater urgency as the feelings of pleasure began to increase. Soon his hips were rocking in rhythm with the man thrusting into him as Bert rocked upward into the hand grasping him. Inevitably, Bert felt himself approaching orgasm. His anal muscles grew tighter and tighter as the man holding his legs apart drove even more forcefully in and out of his body. "Ah, ah, ah, ah," Bert began to gasp, his hips arching upward as his climax approached. "Yeah babe, I'm gonna cum, yeah, tighten that ass up, yeah!" Bert's orgasm began and he cried out with pleasure/pain as his semen rocketed out of his penis and fountained up across his chest and stomach. The man using his body continued to thrust harshly, crying out with his own pleasure as Bert's body clamped down on his erection with almost painful tightness. Within seconds, he climaxed too and punched one final time into Bert's anal canal and Bert could feel the semen spurting and flowing inside of him. Bert sagged back onto the bed and the man who had just spent himself mercifully slid out of him. Bert was grateful that no more men attempted to mount him. He was gently bathed again, with special attention to wiping up and cleansing his abused and sore anal area, and finally unshackled from the wall. Some of the men helped him dress, holding him like a small child at times. Their hands were gentle and soothing. Soon he was guided out of the room and back up the stairs he'd descended several hours earlier. He was then placed in the van again, and after a long drive, the van pulled up and stopped. The mask was removed from his face, and he was told to step out of the van. He got out and stood on the sidewalk, recognizing the fact that he was outside of the office building where he worked. He stood with unsteady legs gazing up at the building. He didn't turn around as the van drove off. He had a lot to think about.

The author of "Todd and I" had this other short story, about an encounter with an inconsiderate if skilled top. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/5155 * * * Sprawled naked on the bed, I watched Kevin stripping off his clothes. He did so quickly and unabashedly. This meeting had to "quick," as he'd put it on the phone earlier, because he had to go across town to meet some relatives for dinner. We'd met on the internet, in a gay chat room and one Saturday afternoon, Kevin invited me over. Kevin was a handsome guy, with a nice looking body similar to my own. He had told me on previous chats that he was a fireman, and though I didn't get to see him uniform, I was sure he'd look hot in it. Finished undressing, Kevin hopped into the bed and stretched his nude body over mine. His cock was already hard and as I felt the hardness probing into my groin, a wave of lust swept over me and my cock rose and hardened too. He kissed me long and passionately, further arousing me. He moved to the side a little bit and then his hand wandered down my chest, stomach and finally cupped my balls. I explored his hard body too, and stroked his impressive cock, which dripped precum appreciatively. He had small testicles, tightly held in a compact scrotum. While of the two, my cock was smaller, my balls were larger than his and he spent a few minutes caressing them and gently squeezing them. Then his hand slipped below my balls, and circled around my tight anus, and then suddenly one of his fingers abruptly penetrated me. I gasped a bit at the intrusion; I wasn't expecting it and it didn't feel very pleasurable. "I want to fuck you," Kevin said, staring intently into my eyes. "Well, guy, I'm sorry, I haven't done that very much." I replied, my eyes shifting away from his. I wasn't sure if I'd have a very good time taking on Kevin's ample cock. Plus, nothing had been spoken before about fucking, so I had gone through none of the mental or physical preparations. Kevin left his finger inside of me for another minute, and I continued to run my hands over his body. Kevin kissed me again then pulled his finger out of my ass. I tried to turn in the bed so as to reach his cock with my mouth, but Kevin suddenly lifted me and turned me onto my stomach. He parted my legs and then I felt the delicious sensation of his tongue circling my ass. I spread my legs as wide as I could and moaned with the pleasure he was giving me. Kevin kept that up for several seconds, then he reached for something on his bedside table. Then he held it under my nose. It was a bottle of poppers. "Take a hit, it'll make this even better," Kevin urged. I took a deep hit, and descended into a gray and purple, slow-motion world. I hadn't had a hit of poppers in over a year, so it the effects were pronounced. I felt Kevin's tongue circling my ass again, and this time I actually began bucking up and down on the bed, the pleasure was so intense. The hit from the poppers passed. Kevin held the bottle up to my nose again, and this time he pressed one of my nostrils shut. "Take a really good hit this time guy." I took a long, deep breath. This time I nearly passed out, I felt like I was falling into a long, dark tunnel. I even lost my sense of hearing for a few seconds. Suddenly, a cramp from my anus pushed through into my dim consciousness, and I focused my feelings on my ass. Kevin had pushed the head of his dick into my ass! I grunted with the pain, and tried to pull forward away from the flaring head of the invading cock. Kevin wrapped his arms around me, and held the bottle of poppers under my nose again. I tried to turn my head, but he held me firmly. "How do you like that cock in your ass man? Does that feel good? "What the hell?" I thought as I gave in and took another hit of the poppers. Floating in the high, I felt Kevin trying to push his cock up inside of me further. "God, you're tight, come on man, give it up to me. No, don't tense up, I want it all. Come on, relax." Kevin kept coaxing me as I came down off the hit of the poppers. My ass was burning, and I was uncomfortable, but some of the sensations were becoming more pleasurable. "You like this?" Kevin asked, his cock now fully buried within me. He kept still and allowed me to get used to him. "Yeah," I nodded, not seeing much point about arguing about it now, seeing as how his cock was inside of me. "Good. I'm going to start fucking you now, you okay with that?" "Yeah." "Take another hit." Kevin held the bottle to my nose again. I inhaled deeply, a part of my mind wondering how long it would take him to cum and how sore I would get in the meantime. With my head swimming again, Kevin began to thrust, and not very gently either. In a matter of a few thrusts, I was being fucked hard. "Yeah man, this is great. Here, you hold the poppers." Kevin paused long enough to press the bottle into my hand. He resumed his harsh thrusting. Something was hurting on his inward strokes, so I took another hit from the bottle to distract myself from the pain. After about a minute, the pain started to fade away and I felt my body relaxing. I spread my legs as wide as I could and Kevin pumped his cock in and out of me even more enthusiastically. "Oh man, you've got a great ass. This is so hot," Kevin gasped as he fucked me. Kevin continued to fuck me, pausing every minute or so to adjust his cock in my ass or to keep from cumming, judging from his gasps. My own cock, which had softened under his onslaught, began to harden again and I began to rub it against the sheet below me as I shifted my ass up a little to meet his thrusts. Suddenly, as I felt his dick stroking again and again across my prostate, I felt myself getting ready to cum. My ass tightened up and instantly Kevin responded with more gasps as he continued to drill my ass. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, take that cock, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, I'm gonna cum, oh yeah!" I felt the heat of my orgasm sweep over my body as I began pumping my load onto the sheet below me. Kevin frantically pumped my ass, and then groaned as he began to cum. I felt a new slickness as he continued to thrust in and out and realized that he was shooting his cum into my ass. Suddenly, I got very irritated. I was beginning to feel a bit pissed that he had not only fucked me when I basically told him I wasn't interested, but he had barebacked me too without asking. He finally collapsed on top of me, sweating and tired. I pulled away from him, not wanting to be touched anymore and then slipped out of bed to go clean up. After a few minutes, he was standing beside me, washing himself off. I was happy to see that there weren't any traces of shit on his cock. "I'm not into barebacking," I commented, not looking at him as my jaw clenched a little with anger. "I'm a strict top, so you don't really have anything to worry about," Kevin replied, his tone was slightly patronizing. "Here's a potential friendship down the tubes," I thought angrily to myself. Now I'm going to have to go get tested for HIV and deal with the worry and all that other bullshit. I got dressed, left Kevin's apartment and we haven't spoken since.

I like this story about the relationship between two bisexual men. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/4797 * * * t's hard to remember when I first noticed him. I remember being struck by his dark good looks and his easy manners. It didn't take me long to realize that he was probably a closeted bisexual, like me. His voice, though resonant and pleasant, isn't very deep. The way he walks, and the way he holds his hands, give him away too. I've come across many married bisexuals. I've made a habit of studying how they unconsciously give themselves away and by avoiding some of those behaviors I've been able to hide my orientation better than most. Regardless, whenever I could, I'd allow my eyes to linger on Todd's body to the point where he couldn't fail to notice that he'd piqued my interest. Todd is the owner of a successful business. Our relationship started long ago when he invited my wife and I to a small party. I'll always remember how handsome he was that night. Todd was relaxed and playful and looked so great in casual shorts & a T-shirt and a hat he wore to cover his thinning hair. He doesn't need to be sensitive about his hair; he's a very sexy guy. He sat at an outdoor patio table with my wife and I, and I had the good luck to be sitting next to him. We all laughed and talked as we ate. At one point, Todd crossed his legs, and so doing, accidentally bumped his foot against my leg. An accident, I thought to myself, but felt my heart thumping in my chest regardless. The both of us had so much at stake, surely he wouldn't make a pass at me in front of our wives? We talked for a bit longer, when again, I felt the nudge of his foot against my leg, this was a bit longer than the last bump. This time, I felt much less sure it was accidental. While it was true our legs were under the table, it was regular sized patio table, not that small and also there was the fact that he didn't excuse himself when he touched me. In our society, the most accidental touch, or even when avoiding a collision of some sort, apologies are standard procedures on both sides. But, he offered none, and I too was silent. The evening progressed, and with the food eaten and dishes taken away, some played pool while others sat and talked; others watched TV in a small bedroom that had been converted to a den of sorts. Todd circulated through the company, and I lost track of his movements after an hour or so. I eventually felt the need to find the bathroom, and found one down a main hallway. I locked the door to the hallway, however there was a thin pocket door that led into what I assumed was a master bedroom or the like that I didn't bother with locking. It didn't seem likely to me that anyone would be in the bedrooms during the party. As I urinated I focused my attention on the decor of the bathroom-which was disgusting. It was done up in early 1970's colors of gold and greens replete with hideous antiquing on the cabinetry and I considered what I would rip out and repaint if I owned the place. After zipping up and tapping the flush handle on the commode, I went over to the sink and found on the counter there were paper napkins instead of towels intended for use as hand towels. Tacky. I commenced to wash my face, as I have rather oily skin that I'm sensitive about so I do what I can to reduce the sheen. I was just rinsing my face when I felt, rather than heard, someone enter the room through the unlocked pocket door behind me and then I heard the sound of a stream of urine splashing in the toilet. I was startled and quickly rinsed my eyes so I could see who it was who dared to enter the bathroom before I quitted it. It was Todd standing at the toilet behind me, legs slightly spread, one hand directing his flow into the bowl. I stood staring at him, my hands and face dripping, feeling the blood rush to my groin. The pressure from my pants told me I was close to an erection, but not quite. I left the water running on the sink in order to mask anything he might have to say. Todd finished, and I saw his arm shake as he shook his penis to rid it of the last few drops of urine. Then he turned around, slowly, as if unsure of the reception he would receive. I looked at his face questioningly, and he smiled slightly as he brought one finger to his mouth to indicate silence. I then allowed my eyes to drop to his groin, and found that he'd unzipped his shorts and tucked his underwear underneath his ample scrotum. His cock was semi-erect and was nicely offset by his lush pubic bush. I quickly grabbed a few napkins, wiped the remaining water off my face and then dropped to my knees as Todd walked towards me. He took my head in his hands as he guided his now fully erect penis into my open and willing mouth. I lavished attention to his beautiful organ, licking up and down his generously sized shaft and around its flared head. I then pulled my mouth off his shaft and licked his scrotum, biting and tugging on it until he leaned down and whispered "Suck my dick some more," so I immediately slid his shaft back into my mouth. After several more minutes, I started to get a little tired, and Todd seemed to sense my fatigue. Presently he pulled up onto my feet, and quickly undid my belt and trousers and pushed them and my underwear down around my ankles. At once his head dove down and he swallowed my own hard cock as his hand expertly manipulated my tender testicles within their drooping pouch. It was so delicious that after a few scant minutes I nearly staggered and fell with the sensations his mouth was delivering. With that, Todd stood up and then turned me around to face the wall, my hands automatically spread against the way to help me keep my balance. I had no idea what he wanted to do next, but I was so inflamed with lust that I was beyond caring. I heard him spit a little, then I felt his body heat behind me as he laid his body against mine, and felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass. Then his hands settled on my hips, pulling my ass towards him slightly and I felt the hard, yet soft head of his cock nudging against my anus. He thrust a little, then withdrew and I heard him spit again. His dick returned to its position at the center of my ass, and this time he pressed it into my body. A very sharp cramp stabbed through me, I involuntarily jumped and tried to pull away from the pain, but Todd held me firmly and planted a kiss on my neck and whispered for me to relax. We held our position for what must have been a full minute, and then Todd began some small thrusting movements, gradually taking possession of my ass until he had his organ completely buried within me. I felt full and uncomfortable, but the cramp had subsided and I was feeling better with each passing second. Eventually, Todd began making some small thrusting movements, and while doing so he reached around and began to massage my somewhat wilted cock back into an erection. Then he started withdrawing his penis about halfway and then thrusting it completely up inside of me. "I've wanted you for so long," Todd whispered into my ear as he continued his gentle thrusting. "Do you like that cock up inside your ass?" I started to nod my approval when suddenly I began to orgasm, one of the most intense orgasms of my life. My cum spurted out of my penis and spattered against the wall I was facing. Todd continued to thrust into my ass, which suddenly became painful to me as my muscles seemed to contract tightly with my orgasm. After about four or five more thrusts he grunted softly and suddenly held himself very still. I could feel faint pulses of his penis through the ring of muscles of my ass, and felt a rather cool sensation inside my ass that I instinctually knew was his seed flowering inside of me. Todd's softening cock slid out of my body and slowly we hobbled over to sink and cleaned up the best we could. I took some napkins and wiped the wall down, taking care no evidence was left on the floor either. I was suddenly tired beyond measure, and Todd looked weary too. We washed up in silence, and then Todd pecked me on the cheek and slipped silently out the pocket door, while I left the bathroom via the hallway door. And so thus began our affair. We both love and have a regard and consideration for our respective wives and families, and don't foresee any divorces or anything like that. While our first encounter served to satisfy our mutual lust, during our subsequent adventures eventually we came to have a certain affection for each other. Whenever we can, we get together to give each other that which only two men can give.

That was all there ever was.

The energy of this author's writing--there's more in the ASSGM archives--is something I like. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/8551 *** Yes he's in the navy and 24 years old and that is why we're not using name. "You know don't ask, don't tell". 'Cause he took a night got drunk and visited the bathhouse and old guy named Doc got his big heavy nuts unloaded between his lovely looking buttcheeks. No navy man dare tell his fellow enlistees about that deed. It was raining that cold Tuesday nite and the bath house was practically dead except for a few regular old retirees who had nothing else to do but drink and hang out watching the young boys do their stuff and hoping to get some the crumbs of sex from the drunker ones who'd lost their judgment. Old Doc is 51 years old but you could easily see he had no problem getting it up. It was one old HARD BIG ASSED ROD OF 9 THICK INCHES. A steel poker it was and HUGE. I don't know about viagra though cause, ol' Doc's is much harder than most of those viagra erections, so his could be au natural. He does use a cock rings sometimes after a sixth nut. However he dumped on two loads into this 24 year old navy kid's bowels. The young guy was standing in the video-orgy room watching a good 80's bareback buttfuck scene, with John King talking it up the ass from Lee Ryder In a film called "Screen Play." Well, this vintage video got the buttboy into a horny drunk mood, after those many beers and two joints he had with those straight buddies at the bar. When Doc first saw him he had a modest erection and the towel which was around his waist was now hanging over his shoulder, while he beat off to the hot sex in the video. Doc came up from behind and mildly copped a feel on one of those perfect shaped assmelons, and politely whispered, "Hey guy, you take it up the ass?" A little startled the younger man turned around and saw this older man with a massive thick and long penis drooling pre-cum from a giant pink piss cum slit, with a big cockhead. Normally a guy his age wouldn't even be answered by a 24 year old except to say no, but this time no friends were around and even though Doc wasn't pretty, a big rod like that, when you crave big meat in yer hiny hole is not easily turned down in private. The old rumprider knew things like this having lived at the baths for the last 30 years poking the hell out of young guys' pink parts, and sending them to the proctologists.... At first the young guy said, Well not yet old Dude, I donno--maybe later." Doc had packet of lube and a bottle of "poppers" in his leather vest pocket. He took out the "poppers" and took a whiff while stroking his big meat glaring at the buttboy's well shaped plump buttmelons. Buttboy smelled those "poppers" in the air and asked for some from the Doc. Of course Doc obliged and copped some more feels of the young navy man's ass. While the navy man sniffed. Doc fingered the fine looking hiny's buttpucker and dug his fingers in real deep, checking for shit. The boy was clean as the board of health--well almost--hee--hee... While the guy jacked himself and hogged Doc's poppers, Doc ran his big HARD boner up and down the navy guy's smooth hairless asscrack, pushing at the pucker gently, trying to get him to give permission, tempting what he though and hoped might be a cock hungry buttboy. "Hey kid, lemme inside ya", the Doc whispered. "Yer fuckin' huge old Dude, take it the fuck slow and easy OK, Dude", the navy kid consented with caution. Their bodies were almost a perfect match for a standup asscrewing, because Doc only had to make a slight squat of those old strong hairy legs of his to anchor the cock head as the young man's asslips, but both knew damned well it was gonna hurt... The Doc's balls were churning like crazy, just boiling, so holding back was a real chore for this old rumprider , especially with a young smooth pair of melon bubble BUNZ like the navy kid's in front of his old crotch. He wanted inside this young hiny REAL BAD. His old dick was ACHING BAD. With his dick head tasting the hotness of the young man's buttpucker, a zing went in to Doc's groin and big lead heavy churning balls, almost making him shoot, but he had to ease that head past the rim slow, or loose his chance to get inside this kid's tender pink parks. A young pretty backside like this was rare, so he did not want this kid to jump ship on this session and make him pull out. The Doc was slow and gentle as can be, going real slow like the kid asked. As the pressure on that rim became more intense, buttboy began to GRUNT AND GROWL LOUD. "UNAGH---UNAHG--UHNAGH---UNAGH--OH SHIT EEEZZZ OH GOWD EEE--ZZZ PLEAZEE---WHOO--GEEZUS YER BIG" the 24 year ol navy man said. "COME ON KID,let me IN YA---OH YEAH THAT'S IT---SHIT N YEAH,---- SWEET RECTUM----uh HUH---HOT----- GOOD ON MY BIG DICK--YEAH BUDDY",the old buttfucker blurted out as he felt the hot rim began to give inward. Suddenly the kid's assrim gave way like all sphincters eventually do, and the massive penis sank inside till the old man's big hairy balls scratched the round of the navy boy's assmelons. Navy man yelled REAL LOUD," OH GOWD GEEZUS KRI EST----HURTZ FUCKIN' BAD"----, as his arms began to flail about feeling himself being busted open by such large and hard MASSIVE DICK. Doc held it steady, not moving a bit, letting that young rim relax, while his dick jumped and did pre-cum throbs inside the tight hot good feeling moist bowel flesh. Navy man was trembling but the young navy man soon began to have his ass pain go away and grabbed the support beam in front of him. Doc stroke the back of the kid's neck and head patting him, letting him know he cared about the pain, then asked, "You, OK Kid?" The navy kid replied by shaking his head and grunting, "Yeah but easy at first OK OL' Dude--just slow---Oh GEEZUS your're fuckin' BIG AS SHIT OLD BUTTFUCKER---GEEZE---GOT-DAMN". Yep kid that I am kid, BIG , and an old BUTTFUCKER at that, yeah boy, and I gonna do your hiny right---let's git it on kid---HOG THOSE FUCKIN' POPPERS" you're gonna need 'em, the Doc said feeling his cock all socked in warm young tight assflesh and throbbing. Buttboy moved his ass just slightly and the Doc blurted out, "OH---SHIT DON'T MOVE---OH FUCK NO---GOWD DAMN IT" The navy kid then moved slightly again trying to look around at the Doc only to see the Doc's eyes shut, his lips curl and his jaws tense. Doc's flat hard old buttcheeks clamped tight and he put a sharp thrust into the navy kid's backside and yelled, "ONGUH----ONGUH---ONGUH--ONGUH---ONGUH---ONGUH---ONGUH---ONGUH----ONGUH-ONGUH---ONGUH---ONGUH----OOOH WEE---GOWD DAMN----CUMIN" As buttboy felt the tremendous gush from the old buttfucker's dick, that familiar 'THROB" on his assrim was the most pronounced he'd ever felt because of the Doc's dick's huge sized and thickness and those high pressured big balls. A couple of uncontrolled 'JABS' followed Doc lost control for a moment during the premature orgasm... The kid , now drunk still horny and his heart racing from poppers was suddenly aware that Doc had just pissed cum in his butthole and said "Oh no, you weren't suppose to do that". Not do what kid?, the Doc said answered the enebrieated young man's too late demand.,. The kid said, "You weren't suppose to cum up my butt, I forgot to tell you to piss on a rubber" The old man queried while still panting and with his dick inside the boy's colon oozing slime, "What the hell do you mean , piss on a rubber?" Well I guess it's too late now, just go ahead an fuck it dude, just fuckin' put the shit in me, the drunk navy kid responded after forgetting to tell the old professional buttfucker to use a condom. Shit, you have to know it's always a sure bet, you're gonna take a load from a nasty old man, if you let him slip it to your hiny BARE, now ain't it? The buttfucker kept his hands on the navy boy's hips and soon resumed the buttfuck--he began to PUMP------ PUMP--------PUMP----------PUMP-------PUMP------PUMP-------PUMP--------PUMP---- -----PUMP----DEEP DIG-----PUMP-----PUMP----PUMP---DEEP DIG----PUMP----PUMP----PUMP----PUMP---DEEP DIG ----ASS WIGGLE AND GRIND------, Doc got into a steady fuck on the youthful backside, making navy boy grunt and jerk his head back when he went real deep in his channel, reeking havoc and giving him serious shit fits. "Oh damn you fuck good old man. You're a damn good buttfucker, yeah fuck my azz dude--fuck it---yeah go ahead and dump in me it again, I like that shit--, might as well.", the kid said while Doc did some serious work on his fine shaped backside. As the Doc's groin heated up once again, his tempo picked up with those hard over 50 year old thighs of his making the soft plump buttocks of the shapely 24 year old bubble butt ripple. It sounded like POP-POP----when the flesh rippled next to those old hairy thighs, while POUNDING. POP POP---POP-----POP-POP-----POP-----POP----POP-----POP----POP----HARD POP------GRIND-----POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-----HARD ASS SMACK-----POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-OP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-----DEEP DIG---GRIND--POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-OP-POP-POP-DEEP DIG GRIND---Doc clamps his own buttcheeks real tight and digs deep inside navy boys poop shut--then resumes the buttsmacking beating his SWELLING dick off inside the boy's hot bowels. . Reaching down once or twice Doc cops a good feel of those nice soft buttcheeks on the buttboy then go goes to making his buttlfesh (((((RIPPLE))))----yeah BUTTFUCKING. POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP--POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-D EEP GRIND-----POP-POP-POP-POP- The drunken youth still snorting the old buttfucker's poppers, just stood there taking all that big meat up in his young GOOD FEELING butthole, grunting,"UNAGH---OH YEAH---UAGH--UAHG--YEAH OH FUCKIN YEAH FUCK IT YOU OLD NASTY BUTTFUCKER ----YEAH SCREW MY AZZHOLE---SHIT YEAH GO AHEAD DUMP IN IT---FUCKIN' CUM IN MY AZZ---I WANNA FEEL THE THROB--- BUTTFUCKER......" With azzhole feeling this good and hot, looking at those BUNZ, old Doc's own FLAT OLD HARD buttcheeks clamped tight, and his lips curled soon was yelling again, "BUNZ---YEAH---YOU GOT HELLUVA SET OF BUNZ---GIMMEE THAT AZZ---BUNZAH-----YEAH KID BUNZZ---SHIT YEA CUMIN------BUNZ HA----ONGUH-ONGUH-ONGUH-ONGUH-ONGUH-ONGUH-ONGUH-ONGUH---YEAH GIMME IT KID----" Once again, the 24 year old navy guy felt the old buttfucker's cum throb, while he pissed another hefty load of ballsnot into his rectum. The old man's energy ran out and he withdrew his cum soaked and softening rod from the worn out young ass channel, leaving it a gaping hole and oozing cum. He patted the kid on the buttocks and said while still panting " Thanks kid,---man that was some fine rump you got-see ya next time---yeah a good one buddy. Doc headed for the showers while the kid watch another good barebacker video from the 80's. I think it was Chad Douglass buttfucking Kevin Wiles.

I have always wanted to be able to live up to this level of flexibility. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/5514 * * * I know that I'm not always completely in control of my body, sometimes it's another part of my anatomy that governs my actions, my ass. I've become addicted to the intense pleasures that only proper anal exercising can bring, making my mind and body swim in erotic passion. With some of these moments make me conjure up situations that are deeply sensual, and my favorite fantasy goes something like this: (skipping ahead to the most explicit portion, after meeting and getting down to sex) As we enter the room, I turn to notice his bulge in his pants growing slightly with the anticipation of some hot sex together. As we embrace, I cup his crotch and caress his balls and cock, feeling the blood rushing into his manhood. I lower myself to face level with his cock, and unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and lower the zipper to see his underwear push forward under the pressure from his cock, wanting to break free. I drop his pants and kiss his inner thigh as I grab the waistband of the underwear to lower them as well. This cock is enormous, ten inches long and over six inches around. I know my ass is going to be well fucked tonight, and knowing that makes my sphincters twitch in anticipation. I start to alternately lick andnibble on this man meat, taking it in as deep as I can into my mouth, and stroking it to full firmness. I also rub that sensitive area behind his balls, which makes him offer a groan of approval. By this point he's been removing my clothes as we wrestle around to get completely naked, while still trying to continue the action. He starts to caress my ass as I continue to work on his cock. We switch to a 69 position, and he starts to suck my cock while rubbing my smooth ass with his spit slickened finger. At first the initial instinctive hesitation, then my sphincters relax to feel his digit penetrate me. After a few thrusts and wiggles, it's moving to two fingers. All the while I continue to suck his huge dick while feeling the pleasure of him fingering my asshole. At this point, the third finger is going in, and I'm ready to feel that cock deep inside me. Not yet, he wants to make sure I'm good and ready. It's time for some lube, and now four fingers are up my ass. I'm eagerly taking them and feeling them slide in and out and caress my insides, but now I have to stop sucking, this feels too good. I lie on my back, I look into the wall mirror and I see his cock moving toward my waiting ass, glistening with the lube from his hand pumping that fuck pole a few times before sliding it into me. I feel the head pop into my ass, then another two inches the next thrust, and on the third pump I feel about eight inches slide deep into my inner sphincters. He continues to fuck me for a few moments, then I feel a wave come over me as all ten inches slide in all the way in, filling me completely with this cock. My man cunt is wanting to feel this cock fuck me for hours, but he has other plans. After about a half hour of intense fucking, my ass is now starting to blossom, pushing out to meet every thrust of that enormous cock. His balls slap each time against the moistness, sending waves of pleasure through my body each time. He slows down and pulls out, but quickly places a large dildo at my eager rosebud and eases it in past the opening, gently rotating it as it slides in deeper as I gasp with the feeling of being so full. He told me that he loves my smooth small hole while fucking me, and he wants to feel my insides enveloping my hand and wrist, so I know he has intentions of fist fucking me for the first time. The thought of this makes me get even more turned on, knowing that the dildo is just a prelude to something much more magical and exciting. After over ten minutes of sliding the big dildo all the way in deep and out again, watching the hole remain open for the next insertion, he says I'm ready. I feel a cool gob of lube push into me, as his hand is at my open hole rubbing the lube into me. He slides in three fingers, and almost instantly slides in the fourth. He continues to pump my ass with his hand, then he does something I've always wanted to experience, but only dreamed of -- he slides in the tip of his thumb with the fingers. I know that I'm going to have my first fisting experience. Now I start to relax, and get into the rhythm, knowing that in a few moments we'll go past the knuckles up to the wrist. As I feel my ass relaxing further, he gets closer and closer to that point. Then it happens, a rush of light hits me as his whole hand slides into my rectum. He stops, allowing me a moment to adjust to this new sensation, then starts to gently move his hand around inside me. The feeling is glorious. He knows how to break in my ass to fisting, and allows me to get into it with every movement, until I'm begging him to fist my ass more. At this point his whole hand is sliding in and out of my man pussy, with it's lips eagerly awaiting every plunge into my insides. I know what I'd anticipated this to feel like, but words cannot describe it, the feeling is just too intense. He's fucking my ass completely with his hand, it feels like my insides are pushing out through my ass, but it's more sensual than anything I've ever experienced. After about another half hour of being fisted, his cock is ready to plunge into me and fill me with his seed. My ass is open for him, and he slides all the way in, and starts pumping my fuck hole hard and deep. He's not ready to cum yet, and wants to fuck me good tonight, so he alternates by sliding his whoel hand back into my man pussy. Then he lies on his back, I get on top of him and lower myself onto his stiff prick, and start to rock my hips back and forth. My man cunt is so wet that I can hear the slurping sound as that huge cock whips around deep inside me. I then start to move up and down and pulse my sphincters on his cock, trying to draw his sperm from deep within his balls. He grabs my ass and rolls me back over and starts frantically and deeply pounding his cock in and out of my now deep red rosebud. I can feel the twitch in his cock as he gets ready to spew, with his grunt I feel the spurts of hot cum coat the walls of my ass in spasms, and I cum from not even touching my cock. I continue to pulse my sphincters from my cumming, and still feel his cock twitching deep inside me. We collapse into each other, and hold each other for a moment. We are soaked with sweat, and head together into the shower. I watch his semi-rigid cock bounce as we head into the steam and warmth of the hot shower. We rub each other with soap, and pay extra attention to our erogenous zones, titillating and stimulating each other for more fun. I feel his cock now getting hard again as it slaps up against my thigh, and I'm still feeling horny. I bend over and offer him my ass, he surprises me by kneeling to lick my ass, sending shivers down my spine as the shower cascades over my body. He then stands to slide his cock deep inside me again. My ass has become accustomed to his cock by now, and it goes in easily for the first eight inches. With another few thrusts it's all the way in again to his balls. We fuck for a while in the shower, then he tells me about a sling he has. I feel a warm wave flush through my body. As we move into the "sling room", I notice quite a collection of large dildos and lube. I can tell that this guy gets down to serious action. My knees start to tremble with excitement as I get ready to sit in the sling, a nice black leather strap type. I position myself so that my ass is ready for anything he has to offer...

Another ASSGM classic, this one is short and sweet. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/4479 * * * I was standing in the doorway talking to the guy inside. I'm not sure how we started talking, conversation is rarely one of the things that occurs in a place like this. I occasionally frequent the local "bathhouse," this one billed at a gym and club. It has the usual universal gym machine that only gets used by guys quickly trying to pump up, a TV room showing porn movies, and about 50 or so small cubicles with locker, platform bed, and door. I hadn't been there more than 30 minutes and had already fucked the hell out of some tight little guy who had shot his wad in the process and left. Unfortunately - or maybe fortunately - I hadn't dropped my load. I had talked to a guy in the shower who was refreshing himself after some dude tried to suck him dry, he said. He was an older guy decent shape, but not a turn on. He went back to his cube where I found him and was now talking to him. Strictly platonic, though he did occasional adjust his cock under his towel as he sat on his bed. I had actually noticed the cute little blond guy before as I made my first round of the club. He was a little dream, slender, not especially muscled up but still with a nice build, blond as the noon day sun, and a face that could be a model anywhere. There were more than me checking this little prize out as he walked around. Somehow, I sensed this guy had an "attitude." Now, standing in the doorway and talking to Jim, I noticed him walk by, glance at me and peer into the room. I smiled. On his second pass, I said hello, and he stopped just long enough to me to reach out and stroke his back down across his towel-covered little ass. "Nice." I said. "Yeah," he said. "Everybody is trying to get me!" "And were they successful?" I asked. "Not a chance with this crowd. I don't screw around with anybody." I smiled as I kept stroking his back. Then I took his other hand and slid it down to my crotch, letting him feel the size of my growing cock. He looked down as his eyes widened. I glanced at the guy in the room and picked up the imperceptible nod and glint in his eyes. Then in one seamless motion, I moved into the cubicle drawing the little blond with me, shutting the door. He didn't resist. And at this point, all conversation had ended. I pulled the little guy close to me and let my lips pass his to judge his willingness. And they were willing. My tongue probed deeply down his throat, the location that soon would be filled with more than my tongue. I pulled him back and pushed him down to his knees so he could see that bulging tent in my towel. I undid my towel, letting my hard cock spring forward, right into the little guy's face. He didn't hesitate and forced his mouth over the massive head of that heated rod. He was doing pretty well in starting on about eight and a half inches of cock that could probably cut steel at this point. Oh, yes, that's a thick eight and a half inches by the ruler....and on a couple of occasions in a hot group, has even cracked the nine plus inch barrier. That baby is attached to a pretty good body - 6'1", 195 pounds. I've kept in damn good shape, continuing working out from my days when I played college football ten years ago. I'm not bad looking and usually don't suffer from lack of attention, though I must admit - and have been told - I'm a pretty decent, considerate guy. Blondie was sucking like hell, gagging at about half way. I could tell he wasn't the greatest cocksucker I've had. I held the back of his little blond head as I fucked his face, stopping just when I sensed he could take no more. Jim, the guy whose room we were in, reached over and stopped his bobbing head still for a minute as he held a bottle of poppers under his nose. Gasping for air, he breathed deep. Jim looked at me and I smiled, knowing the fury that was soon to come. And it did. When those poppers hit the little blond guy, he went crazy, trying desperately to consume as much saliva-covered cock as he could. I just leaned back and let him work, enjoying the incredible pleasure - both physically and psychologically - on having this sweet little sucking machine on the end of my meat. The most blondie got down his throat was about three-fourths of that rock hard cock. I remained passive as not to hurt him, letting him take as much as he could. Jim, meanwhile, was sitting on the edge of his bed stroking a raging hard, keeping the poppers handy. After another deep intake of poppers, I reached down and literally pulled blondie's head off my cock and turned him toward Jim. With the attack of the poppers raging through his brain, he just continued from one hard cock to the other. Now Jim's cock was an average six plus inches and blondie could take that baby all the way down to the base, and that he did. As he bent over Jim, he exposed his beautiful little ass to me. I slid my hand across the white glowing little cheeks, slipping my hand between the crack. I almost missed feeling his little hole it was so incredibly tight. I dropped down to my knees now, spreading those cheeks apart, and letting my tongue circle that tender little target, causing shudders to run through his body. His body arched back, willingly giving me full access to my objective. My tongue finally dented that little rosebud, letting me feeling him tense and relax as I kept bombarding what was becoming his hole now. His ass was completely shiny with saliva as I eased one finger into that little spot. Going gently - easing in a bit and then pulling back, only to return a little deeper - and alternating with my probing tongue, Ifelt his ass begin to unconsciously beg for more. Finally, I got one finger completely up his tight little hole, finger-fucking him as I felt it become accustomed to that intruder. I stood up now, seeing his blond head bobbing up and down on Jim's cock, Jim's thumb covering a bottle of ready poppers. I pulled my finger out of his hole only to be replaced with my thumb. Another top had taught me this trick years ago. It was just another step up in size as I felt his little body arch up as something larger entered his hole. I started my thumb fucking his hole, pushing in deeply to let the joint stretch his little ring. My other two fingers slipped down on either side of his tight little nuts and small cock, giving leverage and stimulating those little bags of sensation. That also let my thumb drive in and massage the prostate, that internal gland that few know is the center of pleasure. His ass was beginning to go crazy. It was time. I had already opened his tight little ass with two big fingers and loosened it up further with a probing thumb that could have gotten any guy off. I looked at Jim and nodded. He held the poppers under blondie's nose again, this time forcing him to take three long breaths. After grabbing Jim's lube, I pointed my slick cock right at that reddening hole, and let the one-eyed monster slide back across his crack. I felt him tense a bit, but the poppers were beginning to react. I pushed and the head finally made it inside his first ring. I looked down and saw that stretched hole finally covering the edge of that cockhead. I probed a little further, mentally glad that I had loosened his hole before I attempted to fuck him. He arched his back as the pain shot through his body. But I pulled back, stroking gently in the area I had opened up. He had quit sucking now, and had just buried his head on the pillow next to Jim. The poppers had full control over his body now, creating a demand that he couldn't deny, even with any associated pain. I felt his ass rotate and cautiously thrust back. I gave him more, each time going in a bit deeper. He moaned. I looked down and saw I had just about my whole hard rod pegged deep in his stretched hole. I smiled now, knowing I had his ass in complete control and that now the fucking would begin. He arched his back as a couple of more strokes got almost the whole cock into his ass. I pushed him back down and slid in and out a couple of times more, knowing that any pain would subside and give him a feeling of warmth. When I felt he was relaxed enough, I started nice slow stroking, hearing him moan even more. He seemed to relax now, turning his body and glorious ass over to my control. I held his hips as I long-dicked his sweet hole, pulling that glistening cock almost all the way out and then steadily sliding it back in. This continued for a few minutes as I began to pick up speed. Jim was watching wide-eyed, his hand stroking his cock. I motioned for Jim to do his task, and he held the poppers under blondie's nose once again. This time, I took a long hit of poppers, knowing what the wonderful results would be. The poppers took hold of both of our bodies at about the same time. I felt him tense as his insides surrounded my cock. I felt a roaring building in my own sweat-covered body now. I slapped my hands on each of his cheeks, a thumb on each side spreading open that beautiful crack, exposing his stretched hole that was gaining experience fast. As the poppers hit, I slammed the whole length of cock up his ass, causing a muffled cry of terror as that baby took complete control. I would pull back and drive in that insatiable cock in what I thought must be the sweetest ass in the world. I rotated that baby, churning the complete insides of my collapsed partner. I leaned across his back, pulling his non-resisting little body into my hard muscles as I fucked his hole with short but deep little strokes, giving him the pleasure that any bottom guy craves. He virtually gave no resistance now, almost being a collapsed piece of hot flesh serving as a container for my hungry meat. And did that baby feed! I must have fucked his ass for a good half hour as Jim watched in unbelief. I fucked blondie every way imaginable! I turned the little guy on his back and remounted his ass, this time flipping his legs over my broad shoulders as my cock had full access to his well-fucked hole. I long-dicked him continually, driving that monster right up to the limits, feeling those tight little cheeks nestled right into my crotch. I moved forward, forcing his ass up even higher as my cock just simply acted as a battering ram, pumping in and out like an oil well pump! His head was thrashing about as he took cock like a champ! I turned him back over so he was leaning across the bed, his hole now fully opened. I re-entered his sweet little ass in one full thrust, now causing only a continued moan as he buried his head again in the pillow. Jim gave both of us a shot of poppers which I knew would be my last. I wasn't going to hold back much longer. As the poppers again hit both of our bodies, I drove in with a final hunger, letting that great cockhead feed deep inside this hot little body. I grabbed his hips for leverage as I started to hit the Big O. He was screaming into his pillow as that massive cock tore into his ass repeatedly, scoring direct hits into parts this little guy didn't know existed. That pulsating cock poured out massive amounts of boiling juice, coating his insides with all that cockhead spit out into him. It lasted what I though was a century - and wished it had been - but I knew was less than a minute. It was probably 45 seconds of pure emotional and physical pleasure, satisfying the primordial urges that we have all had since the beginning of mankind. As I came down from that incredible climax and the poppers began to loosen their effect, I kept stroking in and out of his ass, now with a steady rhythm. I looked at Jim who was staring in amazement, still stroking his cock. I motioned him over as he stepped into the saddle where I had opened up a wonderful love pit. He started fucking, sliding effortlessly into that well-fucked hole that was fully lubed with a hot load of cum. Blondie just kept his head down in the pillow, letting this new cock take whatever it wanted from the remainder of his hole. I stepped around Jim who was now fucking like a machine. I opened the door a crack and found about several guys standing there. They had been listening intently to the sexual sounds of conquest coming through the door. I smiled as I stood in the door, my towel again wrapped around my sweat-covered body. I motioned for the two best looking bodies to step inside. Others crowded around to get a view, but I held control of the door. Still, they could see Jim fucking this sweet little blond ass while the other two guys now inside lubed up their hard cocks. I pulled the door shut, hearing it click with the secured lock and headed off to the showers. I smiled, knowing that this would be one humbled guy, a literal whore now, his arrogance replaced with more cocks than most guys get in a couple of months.

I thought about nothing else for the entire three weeks, after all, I was not gay. I had a girlfriend and everything. Something about being exposed in front of these two Men is what made me pick up that Telephone. I called Dr. Rockwell's office to make my appointment. Nurse Ted was the one to answer the phone. All of the times I was there he and Dr. Rockwell seemed to be the only ones in the office. I explained to Nurse Ted that I was fine and didn't think I "needed" to come back. Secretly, I wanted to. I am not a fag. But I had to admit, the exam I had last time made me wonder a lot. As soon as nurse Ted realized who was calling, he told me, that Dr. Rockwell would insist that I return to make sure the antibiotic that he had prescribed did it's job. I arrived at the 5 pm and found the office empty. Nurse Ted was very friendly and put me at ease right away. He finished some papers he was working on and then came around and locked the Outside door. "You're the last patient of the day" Then he then ushered Me into the same exam room. Just strip to your shorts and we'll begin. He didn't give me a paper gowned to wear this time. He then busied himself while I got ready. I stripped down to my white briefs, and sat on the edge of the exam table. Nurse Ted turned back to me and took my blood pressure. He told me to lay back. I felt him pull my briefs down and off. The wild exam started at this time. He had me pull my legs to my chest and inserted a well-lubricated thermometer up my ass. It was cold. He smiled down at me, but didn't really talk. I diverted my eyes away, out of embarrassment. I tried not to let it happen, but thinking about the last time I was there and all that was happening now, I felt my cock grow. Soon, it had reached its full 6". I think Nurse Ted was pleased. For soon after I was erect, he slowly removed the thermometer. Nurse Ted had me lower my legs. Doctor Rockwell, will be with you in a moment. He said as he helped me sit back up at the end of exam table. With that he left the room. I folded my hands across my groin. There was a slight knock on the door and Dr. Rockwell walked in. "Well, how you doing today, Steven?" He asked. He extended his hand and shook mine. Of course I had to expose my naked cock and balls as I did that. I was embarrassed. "I am doing good, Doctor, I told the nurse I didn't think I really didn't need to come in," I said looking up at him. His eyes' as a mentioned before were sky blue. He also had a very warm and comforting smile. I have to admit, it made my heart beat faster. He smiled at me. "Well, I think it is best to check you out. Bladder infections can be tricky. Also, I was concerned about the enlarged prostate. Young men like you shouldn't really have that condition." He added. "Today's exam will be a little different". He started in. "We will need a urine sample. Of course your STD test came back negative, as we suspected." He added. I was only thinking of the urine sample. I dreaded the catheter. "Have you had any trouble peeing once the antibiotics took effect?" He asked. "No, Sir everything seems fine" I stated. As I sat there I thought back to my last visit. While I don't consider myself gay. The things that Dr. Rockwell did to me sure were. I was not even sure why I had come back. I wanted to think that it was because he told me to. Also, the implied threat of showing the videos to someone he made at the end of the last visit was in the back of my mind. No, it was none of that. I came back because I wanted to know if the first visit was just a fluke. "Have you have any trouble with erections?" he asked. I was taken back a little by this personal question. "No, sir." I said sheepishly. You have to remember. I was only 18 and this was 1980; people just weren't as open about sex. Nurse Ted came into the exam room. He carried a tray covered with a green cloth. "Well let's begin, shall we?" Dr. Rockwell stated, not really a question. "Please lay back on the exam table, Steven." He demanded. I lay down, leaving my hands at my side. Dr. Rockwell took a syringe off the tray and came toward me. He stood next to the exam table. As he reached over me, he told me to roll onto my side toward him. I did as instructed. Resting on my side facing the door. Nurse Ted at this time turned on the exam light and then turned off the overhead light. I also noticed for the first time, that there were several red lights that also came on in the ceiling. "This will help relax you for the exam we are doing today, Steven." He stated. I felt a sharp jab as he injected me with something. It took only a moment or two for me to feel the effects of the shot. My head was a little cloudy. I guess today, I would describe it as having a few drinks. I really was relaxed. Dr. Rockwell rolled me back over on my back. He told me to just rest for a minute. He and nurse Ted were talking in whispers. I couldn't hear what they were saying. I didn't really care. Nurse Ted loomed overhead and asked how I was doing. I don't remember answering him. I remember him smiling. I was embarrassed, as I lay there naked in front of him and Dr. Rockwell. I remember watching as the two Men worked around the room. The Lamp was repositioned over my groin. My limp boy cock began to stir as my mind wondered. I knew it was so much smaller then theirs. I was a late bloomer and didn't even grow any hair down there until the year before. My legs were still pretty smooth. I had a little bit of blond hair in my pits. My pubes were also, light blond and sparse. Nurse Ted pulled out the Stirrups. He repositioned me closer to the end of the exam table and placed my legs in them one at a time. He also fastened some leather straps to hold my legs in place. He also fastened my hands in restraints as before. Last he lifted the table back so my head and shoulders were elevated slightly. So I lay there with my ass hanging off the table again. This time I didn't really care. Oh, I was red with embarrassment, but didn't care. Dr. Rockwell stood next to the table. He lifted my penis and stroked it a couple of times. It was then I realized he was talking to me. My mind was in such a fog. "Steven, I will need to examine your penis and testicles very closely, so I am going to have Nurse Ted shave the area." He stated. I smiled, not even protesting. I wondered briefly what I was going to tell my friends at school when I was stripped down in the locker room. It was a fleeting thought. Soon Nurse Ted had clippers and trimmed down my soft pubes. He then lathered me up and shaved me clean. I remember smiling the whole time. I also developed a huge boner during this procedure. My face was also red. The two Men talked about me as if I wasn't there. Even the slight trace of my treasure trial had been removed. I looked like a twelve-year-old boy; buy the time Ted was done. He had also got down between my legs and shaved the area there. So my ass was completely smooth. Dr. Rockwell came along side of the table again. "Ready to start?" he asked. I nodded. I knew what was coming. He had the bag that contained the sterile catheter. He injected some red stuff into my piss slit. That as I remember helped numb area. Then he slowly inserted the rubber tube up into my cock. I actually felt it as it entered my bladder. Of course no piss came out. He had the tube clamped off. He again used a small syringe to inflate the catheter, to hold it in place. My boner was hard as stone. I was surprised that he could catheterize me that way. Dr. Rockwell stroked my prick a couple of times, as he smiled down at me. He returned to the tray for a moment and then came back. Dr. Rockwell positioned himself between my legs. He told me the Nurse Ted would be taking some pictures of the procedure. I was about to protest. He cut me off. "This is important for medical research". He stated. I noticed he had rubber gloves on his hands and then proceeded to examine my anus. He slowly poked his gloved, but lubed finger into my butt. My dick was pointing to the ceiling with the rubber end of the catheter hose sticking out. Each time he rubbed my prostate, my dick would twitch. He told me to just relax. I tried to, but how does one do that with someone poking his butt hole? Nurse Ted took several pictures of my boy dick and what Dr. Rockwell was doing. I was so humiliated. I noticed Nurse Ted placing the enema bag next to the table. I dreaded having to take another embarrassing enema in front of these men. Once my hole was lubed. Dr. Rockwell inserted the enema tube in my ass. I am not sure what this is called, but the one he used is pretty fat and once it goes in, a little bulb is inflated inside my butt and another outside, so it is held firm. Once in place, he started the flow. I felt the warm sudsy water stream into my ass. He sat between my legs looking directly at my cock and balls. He rubbed my lower stomach to keep me from cramping too much. I was made to take the whole bag. I thought that was a lot for an 18-year-old boy. After all I was only about 5'9", not all that tall. I think I only weighed about 140 at that time. The bag was finally empty. I remember the cramps. It was really bad. I wanted to shit this out as soon as possible. The tube he had inserted was pretty big. About the size of a quarter, so he was able to remove the hose from the bag and place it in a pail on the floor. This was the same procedure as last time. My dick stayed hard during this whole procedure. Once he released the tube my ass started to drain. Right in front of these two men. Soon, he had me cleaned out. He then brought out a proctoscope. Something I had never seen before. It was a very long tube and is inserted deep into the rectum. This procedure was uncomfortable. He slowly inserted this long tube as it worked its way up inside me. I could feel this snake up through my bowels. It was not painful, but still weird. Nurse Ted took pictures of this also. The flash must have gone off 10 times. He made sure he got my naked, hairless cock and balls in each one. Dr. Rockwell finished with this part of the exam. I was glad it was over. He left the proctoscope inside me. I must have looked funny, lying there with a tube up my teen ass and one inserted in my cock. With shaved pubes and all. I remained hard during this whole procedure. Out of the corner of my eye that Ted had stripped. He was wearing just a jockstrap. Dr. Rockwell said nothing. I looked at Ted's impressive bulge. He filled out that jock very well. My dick really started to throb. I needed relief. I couldn't move. My hands were held firm to the table. Nurse Ted stood down by my legs, in plain view. He stroked his dick through that jockstrap. I wished it were my hand that was stroking him. No, I didn't think that, I was straight! Dr. Rockwell told him to remove the catheter and get me ready for the next part of the exam. He then left the room. As soon as the Doctor left. Nurse Ted open up the Catheter and let my piss flow. After that he deflated the bulb and let the rubber hose slid from my piss slit. It felt great having that out of there. Then he started to remove the proctoscope. I felt that deep in me as it wormed it's way out. Soon he had pulled the whole thing from my ass. He then wiped my Cock, Balls, and Ass with a cool damp cloth. It felt great. I was surprised my ass didn't hurt. He then stood between my legs and pulled his jockstrap down and started to stroke his huge Man dick. I was impressed. He was a good 8" long and pretty fat. He just looked at my boy ass and jacked his dick. He smiled at me. He then stepped forward and lubed up my butt hole again. He didn't not give me a hit from that brown bottle like last time. He started to slip his huge cock into my boy hole. It hurt like hell. I tried to take it. But it was too big. I wanted to scream but didn't. He had just put the head of his huge cock into my asshole. I felt as if I was being split in two. I told him that I needed that brown bottle. He smiled at me, "No, you're going to learn to take a man's cock without that!" That statement brought me home. I was taking a man's cock in my ass. I was being cornholed! The guys at school would have thought I was a fag. He reached up and pinched my nipples slightly. I closed my eyes. This was fantastic. Once I was calm, he jerked his hips in and buried that huge fuck tool deep in my ass. He started to fuck my no so virgin hole. As he did he traded off jacking my dick and pinching my nipples. I know longer cared about the pain, the humiliation, or for that matter what anyone thought. I groaned. He asked me how I liked his big dick up my boy hole. I told him to stop, that I wasn't a fag. He laughed at me. I finally accepted what was happening and told him I needed to get off also. He smiled again saying that Dr. Rockwell wouldn't like it if I got off this soon. He took his hands away from my dick, leaving me high and dry. He grabbed my upper thighs and pulled me onto his dick. He now had slammed his prick in as far as it would possibly go. My dick was rock hard. Leaking like a faucet. Ted pumped into my ass a couple more times. Then all of a sudden slammed back in once more and stayed there. He unloaded his load deep into my ass. I know he deposited his sperm about 8 inches up my rectum. I was his bitch, talking his seed, like a horny high school slut. I closed my eyes to the idea of being anyone's slut. I remembered from last time that I came without touching myself. I was so close to doing that now. But, Ted was finished with me and wouldn't let me get off. He withdrew his dick and quickly cleaned up my butt hole. He slid his jock back up and left me lying there. I wanted to jack my dick so bad. I actually tried to grab it. I totally forgot that they maybe Video taping everything. I must have looked like a mad dog. Dr. Rockwell came back in soon after Nurse Ted finished with me. "I see we're all set for the next part of the exam. He pulled on another pair of rubber gloves and sat down between my legs. He had some white lube that he put all over his right hand. He inserted two fingers into my butt. He started to move them around. Pushing in and out. I groaned. "You like this don't you Steven?" He asked. "Yes, sir" I said. He started to work a third finger in my ass. Nurse Ted came back into the room, again. He stood behind me and reached down and played with my nipples again. Soon, Dr. Rockwell had four fingers massaging my rectum I was now groaning a lot. They asked me how I like this. I was embarrassed to tell them, but I begged them not to stop. Dr. Rockwell started working his four fingers in and out of my boy hole. He then nodded to Ted. Ted opened a bottle of poppers and placed them under my nose. I inhaled deeply. I was so turned on. I looked down at Dr. Rockwell. I watched in amazement as he tucked his thumb into his palm and pushed his hand slowly into my ass. Turning it and twisting slowly as he put pressure to get inside. Nurse Ted put the brown bottle under my nose again and I inhaled deep. He did both nostrils this time. My head started to really swim. I must have really relaxed. Dr. Rockwell's hand popped into my ASS! I mean it was all the way into me. I was amazed. I couldn't believe that someone could actually put their hand in someone's ass like this. After all he was a Doctor, and knew what he was doing. He was telling me that entrance to the rectum is just a muscle and would stretch. I trusted him so completely. Besides if it felt this good, who's to complain. I could actually feel his fist deep inside as he rotated and worked it around. Nurse Ted gave me another hit then was by my side. I saw a flash as he started to take pictures of getting fist fucked. My shaved pubes and hard dick sticking straight up. I wanted release so bad. I begged them to let me jack off. They both laughed at this. "Should we give him a break?" Dr. Rockwell said with a smile. My dick was harder then it had ever been. It was leaking river of precum on my belly. I looked funny, shaved and all. With the Doctors hand up my ass. Nurse Ted gave me another hit of poppers and then released my hands. Right away, I grabbed my dick and stroked it. "Yeah, Steve, stroke that little boy dick" Nurse Ted said. "Come on, work that little cock!" Dr. Rockwell added. "I want to see you pump your boy juice all over your belly!" he added. I knew I was close. The fist in my ass was opening and closing. I was out of my mind with excitement. "Oh, shit, I am going to --. Ccc uuu mmm-.." I screamed. I think I only jacked my boy dick about 3 or 4 times after that. My load shot out of my cock. I mean it shot over my head and hit the wall behind me. I must have spurted 7 or 8 times. Each time my ass contracted, it would shoot out more juice. As I was coming down, Dr. Rockwell with drew his hand slowly from my ass. I looked down at my shaved pubes and noted all the spunk on my chest and belly. The expression, I came in buckets seemed to apply here. "You rest for a few minutes Steven" Dr. Rockwell said. He then took off the gloves and left the room again. Nurse Ted started to clean me up. He took a cool washcloth and wiped me down. Then got between my legs and cleaned my butt. He took his time as he did this. I noticed for the first time he was completely naked. His dick was almost as big soft as when he was hard. It swung between his legs as he worked. I was impressed. I think he noticed me looking at him. I unconsciously licked my lips a couple of times. "I see your still hungry for more" he stated. I wasn't sure what he meant. But as soon as he finished up he pulled a stool over and stood on it. His cock was now inches from my face. He stood there with his hands on his hips. I was curious and reached up and took a hold of his huge penis. I licked my lips again. He noticed. "Go ahead, suck it!" he demanded. I sucked his prick as deep into my mouth as I could. I started to bob up and down on his dick. He told me once or twice to watch the teeth. I had my mouth stretched so far open, trying to take as much of him as I could. I had just gotten off, yet I wanted to devour that big cock. I sucked him as deep as I could. Gagging several times. With out realizing it. Dr. Rockwell had returned. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was also naked. His dick was hard and sticking out in front of him. He got between my splayed legs and rubbed my boy pussy with some lube. Then he lubed his cock and slowly entered me. It didn't really hurt this time. I don't think it ever did go down from the high I had experienced a few minutes before. Dr. Rockwell had opened me up good. He started to fuck me hard. My own cock was like steel. I don't know what got into me. But I wanted this. I wanted these men to fuck their loads into my body. Ted was first. Even though he had gotten off before, he came first. He tensed up and I felt the first wave of his load blast into my throat. I was startled and had no choice but to swallow his load. I was surprised it didn't taste all that bad. It was kind of bitter, yet sweet. I loved the taste. He shot maybe 4 or 5 times. He pulled out fast and jacked his dick the last few spurts. I looked down and saw Dr. Rockwell's cock pumping in and out of my ass. I was amazed. His cock was almost as big as his fist. I know my hand never would have fit around it. I was taking this huge dick and enjoying every moment. I saw the sweat glisten off his chest. He had a hairy chest and was very tan. He had a great build. I felt like a little kid next to him. I was a boy, he was a man. (The shaved pubes didn't help) <grin> He was slamming into my ass. Nurse Ted got down off the stool and dropped his head into my lap. He sucked my prick down his throat. I had never received head before. The sensation was out of this world. I watched as his head bobbed up and down on my dick. I couldn't do anything but lie there and take it. Not that I wanted it to stop. I wanted this to last forever. Dr. Rockwell started to pump in shorter strokes. I knew he was close. I felt my balls pull up about the same time. I tried to warn Ted. But he didn't listen. He bobbed his head even faster. Like a man on a mission. He wanted my boy load. I started to give it to him. I blasted into his mouth. 3-4 shots. My dick is super sensitive right after I get off. He realized this and pulled off right away. He pumped my little pecker only a few times after I shot. "Oh, yea, shoot that load, Steven-. I can feel your ass clutch my cock!" Dr. Rockwell hissed. Mean while, my butt was getting the pounding of it's young life. Dr. Rockwell was pumping like a madman in my hole. I knew he was close. I was ready for this to be over with. His body tensed up and he unloaded a huge load deep in my ass. I could feel the sperm as he ejaculated deep in my rectum. He shot several times in my ass. He with drew his cock and sat back on the chair behind him. I could still see his cock. It was huge. To this day, I don't know how I ever took him. Nurse Ted quickly cleaned me up. He helped me dress. Before I knew it, I was in my car driving home. My Parents never did get a bill for those two office visits. It was at that time I decided to become a Doctor. I had many more encounters with these two, and even ended up working with them in the office during the summers in College.

This story is not my own, but was posted on USENET's alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated by "Jackson Wilcox". Since the Yahoo Group is being closed down, I thought I should rescue a favourite from oblivion. "Doctor Rockwell" is a story in four parts. * * * I had just turned 18 when this happened. I remember because I was a senior in High School. As much as I hated to see the Doctor, I knew I had to. I had pain everytime I pee'd. I was sure I had VD or something. All though that would have been a hard thing to have as I was still a virgin. (I had a bladder infection, which I still get occasionally for no real reason today) I called and made the appointment myself. I found out that my doctor was on a vacation. They gave me 3 or 4 different Doctors names that were taking over for my Vacationing Doctor. Well, I just picked one and made an appointment for 10 am the following day. From the start everything was different then what I was used to. By today's standards not all that different. In 1980 Doctor's were worshipped and super human. Those of you that are older will understand this. In other words, the Doctor's word was law. First thing that morning, my Mother received a call that they needed to move my appointment to 5:00. I didn't think that was any big deal. She knew I was going, I needed her medical insurance card. She did not really know what for. When I arrived the first thing I noticed was the waiting room was empty. I had to fill out some paper work because I had never been there before. The nurse was Male, which also surprised me a little. I finished and handed over my paperwork. The male nurse then showed me to an exam room. Told to strip down and put on a paper gown. I don't remember being nervous or anything. I left my briefs on. I had never used a paper gown before. That seemed weird. So there I sat. 18, Blond hair, green eyes. At the time I was playing sports and was in great shape. I was 5'9", 150. I had a girlfriend, but we had not done anything up to that point. So other then jacking off ten times a day. Like any other red-blooded boy I was a virgin. The office and three exam rooms seemed new and very modern. Again, not what I was used to. I didn't wait long and there was a slight knock on the door and Dr. Rockwell walked in. My Doctor was about 70 at the time, so I was used to someone much older. That was not the case when Dr. Rockwell held out his hand to introduce himself. He must have been right out of Med School. He was pretty good looking. In his late 20's. Unlike most kids my age, I didn't think that was "old". He had jet-black hair, very blue eyes. I still remember them today. His eyes were the color of the sky. He was taller then me about 6'. He looked pretty well built, but it was hard to tell with his white lab coat on. He put me at ease right from the start. He wasn't gruff or demanding like my regular family doctor. He asked about my problem and explained that because I was a new patient to his practice he wanted to make sure he check me over completely. I think it was at this time, he asked me in a round about way, if I was expected anywhere anytime soon. He started the exam the usual way. Listening to my heart. Checking eyes, ears, etc. Then he had me lay down on the exam table on my back. He pulled the gowned off my shoulders to my waist. He then examined my chest, belly. Using his stethoscope and hands poking and prodding here and there. He felt my neck. His hands were warm and soothing. I realized that the soft music playing in the background was also new to me. My doctor didn't have any of this or this bedside manner. It was about this time that he pulled the paper gown off completely. I was a little embarrassed just lying there in my white briefs. He moved down my belly and was poking around near the top of the briefs. Without any warning, he slid his hand inside them and felt around my pubic area. I knew my face was red then. His hand slid further down and he cupped my testicles. Pushing in around them. I felt my dick start to stir. I had never had anyone, touch me there. He pulled his hand out and told me to turn over on my stomach. As soon as I was ready, he started to massage my back. Feeling all around. I wasn't sure how this was going to help my problem, but didn't say anything. He was asking me questions through out the exam. I don't remember many of them. Until he asked me if I had ever had anal sex? I was taken back and surprised. I answered "No' kind of quickly. He informed me that if indeed I had a bladder infection, anal sex could cause that. I was embarrassed by this talk. He finally said, that he wanted to check my prostate, do a STD test and get a urine sample to see if indeed it was a bladder infection. Ok, I had NO IDEA what was involved in the prostate check. I didn't know what was involved in the STD test. The urine sample was a breeze or so I thought. He walked out the door and told the nurse what tests he was doing. The nurse came back in carrying a tray covered in green linen. He set it down. My family Doctor never seemed to have a nurse "help" him with anything. I was still lying on my belly at this time. The nurse asked me some causal questions. Making small talk. I wasn't sure what he was doing. Then he was beside the exam table, saying he was going to take my temp. I started to roll over, but he stopped me. No, Steve, this has to be done rectally. I was mortified. Before I could protest. He pulled my briefs down to mid thigh. He then pried my butt cheeks apart and slid the cold glass tube in my rectum. He left his hand on my ass, kind of holding my cheeks together. Every once in a while he would rotate the thermometer and it sent a wave through me. I felt like I needed to pee. It was about this time Dr. Rockwell returned. My face must have been beat red. I was lying on this exam table having my temp taken rectally, while these to men stood by and watched. I heard Dr. Rockwell say that he had locked the front door and that everyone had left. I was somewhat relived by this statement as he had left the exam door open when he returned. Nurse "Ted" removed the thermometer slowly from my butt. I was so relieved I hadn't noticed the Doctor slip on the rubber gloves. Now, Steve, I want you to slide to the end of the table leaving just your chest resting on it. As he said this, nurse Ted was sliding my briefs down and off my legs. He grabbed my legs and helped me get into position. My dick was harder then I wanted it to be, but I was not throwing a complete boner. I don't think either of them noticed. I figured I would put my briefs back on when I went to the bathroom for the urine test. I kept close to the table. Doctor Rockwell got behind me and sat on a low stool. He turned on a lamp behind me as nurse Ted turn off the overhead lights. I was thankful that it darkened the room. I wasn't sure what was going on here. "Ok, Steve, now I want you to put your arms to the side of the exam table." Up to this point I had them under my chest. I did as I was told. I had no idea what he was about to do. I mean NO CLUE-. I felt him spread my ass and he slipped a finger right up there. I remember groaning in surprise. I tried to lift myself off the table. Smart guy, with my arms hanging off to the sides, I had no leverage to rise up. Nurse Ted placed a hand on the middle of my back and held me in place. I remember stammering-. "wha-. What are you doing?" Also at this time I realized that Ted was not completely soft in the cock department. He was rubbing his crotch into my arm. I am checking your prostate, Steve. Haven't you ever had this procedure? "No, sir" I replied in surprise. "Well, you might as well get used to it, because as a man you get this done everytime you have your yearly physical." He explained. "Now spread your legs a little bit," he added. I slipped my legs further apart and felt him enter me even further. His finger found a spot in me that when he rubbed it, I found I would get an erection. My teen cock was now throbbing under me. I knew that these two men could not see it. But nonetheless I was embarrassed. Dr. Rockwell then started to pump his finger in and out of my butt hole. Each time he did that, my dick throbbed that much harder. I thought I was going to cum just from him frigging my ass. Before that happened, he removed his finger and wiped my crack. "Well, Steve you prostate seems a little bit enlarged." I still want to get a urine sample and check for STD's. I am going to give you something to relax you a bit. I felt a quick sting to my right buttock. He had given me an ejection of some sort. I realized that nurse Ted had removed his hand from the middle of my back. I did not rise. I stayed in that position, as my cock was rock hard. Nurse Ted left the room to get whatever was needed next. I was told to get back on the table, but this time lay on my back. I was slow to get up. I think the injection had something to do with this also, knowing that my cock was rock hard. "You have an erection, I could tell from the examination, don't worry that happens to most guys" Dr Rockwell explained. I was so embarrassed. I slowly crawled on to the table. I turned over and lay down. Doctor Rockwell placed the gown over my mid section, not before looking at my hard cock. He then pulled out the stirrups; again I had no idea what they were intended for. He had me place my legs in them, moving me further down the exam table. Once my legs were in them, he strapped them in. I was now unable to move very much. He then put straps over my wrists. Firmly holding them to the table. I wasn't going anywhere soon. Whatever he had given me was working. I didn't care anymore. I was lying naked in front of two strangers and really didn't give a damn. My dick was returning to normal, when nurse Ted came back. He walked over to the tray that he had brought in earlier and removed the green linen. I couldn't tell what he was doing. Dr. Rockwell stood next to the exam table and explained what the STD test was about. When he explained he was going to place this "Q-tip" type thing up my urethra, I panicked. I told him it was impossible that I had any STD's, knowing now he was talking about VD. I mean normally an Eighteen-year-old guy will never admit to anyone that he is still a virgin. But to save me the pain of this procedure. Well, my protest feel on deaf ears. He removed the gown from my middle. Nurse Ted handed him a glass test tube thing. Then walked around him and placed his hands on my shoulders. Holding me down again. I watched in Horror as Doc, Rockwell lifted my penis and shoved this Cotton swab thing right into my piss slit. It hurt but not as much as I thought it would. It was over before I could protest anymore. He twisted the cotton rod around my piss slit and then pulled it out. He placed it inside the test tube thing and put a cap over it. I was so relived. I wanted to get out of there fast, and then I remembered I still had to supply them with a pee sample. During this time, nurse Ted raised the exam table, so my head was higher, but my legs were still in the stirrups. Then held me firmly in place against the table. I noticed the doctor turn around with a bag in his hand; he had picked up off the tray. He said it was time to get a urine sample. I nodded my head and tried to rise. I looked up at nurse Ted. He had a slight smile on his face. I looked back at the doctor. "Steve, I need a untainted sample. That means I have to get it with a catheter. I looked at him quizzically. "I have to insert this tube up the urethra in to your bladder. He added. Now I am not completely stupid, I knew what this meant. I struggled a little, but nurse Ted was a lot bigger then me. "Now just lay still, this won't hurt, if you stay calm." I watched as he put ona fresh pair of rubber gloves. Then he took KY and inserted the tip of the tube right into my piss slit. I felt a slight pain, and then the cold liquid entering my penis. He did this very slowly, so the liquid would flow down. The stuff he used also had a slight numbing effect. My cock was soft, looking small between his fingers. I noticed for the first time, Ted was rubbing my nipples, ever so slightly. My nipples have always been sensitive. I could feel my cock twitch. With just a lamp shinning on my cock and balls, the rest of the room was dark. I was thankful for that. Dr. Rockwell removed the tube and opened the bag containing the catheter. My dick started to expand. I couldn't help it. All of this was so wild. Nurse Ted placed each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Pinching them slightly. Dr. Rockwell was not aware of this. His attention was getting the catheter ready for insertion. My cock by this time was rock hard. So hard that it was no longer just lying on my belly. It was pointing to my chest. "Can you still insert the catheter, when he is erect like this?" Nurse Ted asked. I was so embarrassed. "Yes I can, but it makes it a little more difficult" came the reply. I wanted to die, right then. They were talking like I wasn't in the room. "Give him some of this" Dr. Rockwell said. He handed Ted a small brown glass vial. Ted twisted off the top of the brown bottle and placed it under my nose. Breath deeply he insisted. I inhaled and soon, found myself floating, with not a care in the world. As soon as I got my high, Dr. Rockwell, started the catheter up my urethra. The pain was slight. I didn't fight them at all. I could feel it going deep inside of me. It was so weird as I felt that rubber tube being pushed closer and closer to its final destination. Before I realized what had all happened, the Catheter was firmly planted in my bladder. I didn't care, I wanted another "hit" from that brown bottle. The doctor then used a small syringe filled with water to fill the end of the catheter so it stayed in place. Dr. Rockwell placed a bag on the end of the catheter tube and then fixed it to the table. I noticed that no pee was coming out. I didn't care. He then moved the light back to between my legs. He got into position down there. He told me that he was going to massage my prostate that would help it from being so enlarged. I was still in a fog I didn't care. It didn't feel that bad, when he had his finger up there last time. Nurse Ted grabbed my nipples again, and pinched them. A little harder this time. My ass was violated at the same time. I felt Dr Rockwell, slid a greased finger into my anus. Because my legs were in the stirrups, and spread so far, his finger slid in very easy. I groan out loud. Not from pain, but from pleasure. I could believe it could feel so good having a man stick a finger up your butt. Dr Rockwell told Ted I was a little impacted. I wasn't sure what that meant exactly. But Ted walked to the sink and removed an enema tube from the cabinet. Then filled a bag and returned to stand next to the doctor. He placed the water filled bag on a stand that had been connected to the exam table. I watched as Dr. Rockwell greased up the long tube and worked it into my butt. It was pretty big. There was also a "bulb" type thing that was attached. Soon as he placed it in my ass, he pumped up the bulb. I felt it expand inside my hole. Just when I thought the pressure was too much he stopped. Then he released the water flow. I could feel it enter my rectum. It filled me up pretty fast. My cock was still rock hard. They stood there talking, and looking at my cock, balls, and ass as I receive my first enema. The tube was sticking out of my piss hole and I was pretty embarrassed. When I had taken the entire enema, Dr. Rockwell, clamped the hose and then disconnected it from the bag. Nurse Ted, brought a pail over and they placed the end of the tube into the pail and then released the enema into the bucket. It felt so good to rid myself of all the soapy water that was up there. They did this to me, two more times. I was cleaned out completely. Nurse Ted washed and wiped my buttocks. He then came around to the head of the table again. He placed his hands on my chest from behind me and Dr. Rockwell got back down between my legs. I really had to piss now and told him so. He told me to wait. He wanted to make sure the procedure was complete. He again inserted a greased finger up my ass. He started an in and out motion, that got my dick harder then ever. All this time, I had an erection. I really wanted to get off, but not in front of these guys. Dr. Rockwell soon had two fingers up my ass and was working them around. I had my eyes closed. I felt him remove his fingers. I opened my eyes and saw he was holding what looked like a long dick. It was round and came to a point. But it was also HUGE. "The bottle" was all Dr. Rockwell had to say. Ted opened the little brown bottle again and let me take a nice long sniff. I really inhaled this time. As Ted pulled the bottle back and capped it. Dr. Rockwell was starting to insert this huge vibrator up my ass. My ass was filled completely. I was now groaning. My dick was throbbing; I noticed it was also leaking precum. I was amazed, even with that rubber catheter shoved up there. I was wet. He turned up the vibrations and then slipped it in and out of my ass. He was now asking me how I liked it. I was crazy. I told him to fuck me hard with it. I noticed he looked at Ted with a smile. I couldn't help myself, I was now groaning. "You like getting fucked up the ass don't you Steve?" "Yes, Yes, sir I do-." I could not believe I was saying that. What was happening to me? I am a straight guy with no desire to fuck around with guys. I couldn't deny what was happening. My ass felt great! Here I was my ass hanging off an exam table, getting fucked while these two men watched. I was so humiliated, admitting to them I wanted this. While Dr. Rockwell was fucking my ass, Nurse Ted came around and opened his 501 Jeans. His cock was huge. I mean mine is 6 inches, but his was at least 8. My mouth watered looking at him. Cock has never turned me on. Now I wanted it. I wanted it in my ass. "Please-." Was all I had to say. Dr. Rockwell got out of the way and Ted took his place. I watched in fascination as he lubed up his cock with KY then got between my legs. Dr. Rockwell took the poppers and placed them under my nose again. I breathed deep. My head started to swim as I felt my ass being split open by this huge cock. I didn't know if I could take it but I had to find out. It hurt like hell as he plunged into my hole. I was about to scream out when Dr Rockwell shoved my own white briefs into my mouth. This had its desired effect. My scream was muffled. I was trying to tell Ted to take his cock out of my ass. It hurt. My ass was stretched beyond its limits. I knew I would never walk the same. Then as fast as the pain started it stopped. I felt myself being split in two. I really didn't care. Everything was happening so fast. Ted shoved his fat cock deep into my bowels. I was so HOT! My dick was stretched and throbbing more then at anytime before or since. I realized that Dr. Rockwell had pulled a small stool over and was standing on it. His lab coat was gone and he was pulling his cock out. I moaned into the gag. He pulled his pants down a little and out popped even a bigger cock. I never thought my dick was small. I mean I have seen a lot of guys in the locker room. But the Doc had more then even Ted. He had to be at least 10 inches, maybe 11". It was also much bigger around. He reached down and shoved the bottle under my nose. I took a big hit. My head started to swim again. "You ready for some cock Steve?" he asked He pulled my spit soaked briefs from my mouth and brought his dripping cock to my face. I didn't know what I was doing. I lifted my head as best I could to connect with that big cunt stretcher. I think he enjoyed watching me struggle to suck his cock. He started to shove it in. The pumping in my ass continued and I found myself trying to thrust back into Ted. I felt Ted's cock throb a couple of times and he screamed he was coming. He slammed back into my ass and I felt him unload himself into me. I could actually feel his cock spasm deep in my ass. I really didn't want it to end. I wanted more, but I knew I couldn't take Dr. Rockwell huge pecker. My fears were confirmed when Ted pulled out and Dr. Rockwell, moved into position. "Better take a big hit this time, Steve," he said. Ted held the bottle while Dr Rockwell lubed his huge cock. Even with the poppers I was scared. Ted pulled the bottle away and nodded to Dr. Rockwell. He placed his cock right at my ass entrance and slowly pushed in. I felt as if my ass was going to ripe open. He was a pro, and had made sure that Ted went first. My ass could take it. I just didn't know it at the time. Ted grabbed my nipples and pinched them extra hard. My dick jumped and Dr Rockwell's huge dick slipped into my once virgin hole. I didn't scream. My mouth opened in surprise. I wanted to cry out, but nothing. I felt my ass stretch and take that huge monster all the way in. "God you are so tight" Dr Rockwell hissed. I watched him slide his gigantic cock all the way in. I felt his pubic hair against my balls. I knew he was firmly seated in my ass. Soon he was pumping in and out of my butt hole. My own dick was now leaking like crazy. "What if he comes with the Catheter up there?" Ted asked "Won't hurt him, at all, in fact it will be very intense and pleasurable," Dr Rockwell added. I was wondering what they were talking about. My hands were firmly held to the table. I couldn't jack off. Soon He was fucking my boy hole fast and hard. His hairy balls were slapping my butt. My ass was stretched so tight. I really wanted this to last, but knew it wouldn't. My cock started to jerk a little. I looked down and saw more precum flowing. I could feel my climax build. At 18, I didn't know this could happen but I was about to come without touching my dick. The Doctor was right. It was the most intense feeling I have ever felt. My balls pulled up and I started to ejaculate. Now keep in mind the Catheter was still deeply planted in my pisshole. I was hard, yet wanted to pee really bad. Ted watched me close. He placed the bottle of poppers under my nose once more. I took a big hit as my cock was trying to ejaculate. I was cumming, but it was very slow and lasted a long time. I was also very HIGH. The cum started to escape my pisshole. Dr Rockwell noticed this and unclamped the Catheter. The result was, I was cumming and pissing at the same time. My ass clamped down on the good doctors dick. He thrust into me one last time and emptied his seed deep in to my bowels. This was not a quick cum and your done. This took a while. As I said, it was the most intense organism of my young life. I watched as the piss flowed from my cock filling the bag. The rubber tube had my sperm oozing out from around the piss hole it kept coming. I thrashed around I wanted to grab my dick and finish it off. I couldn't. The two men watched as the cum flowed out from around the catheter. "Please, let me jack it-" I screamed. They watched in amazement as my sperm soaked my lower belly running into my pubes. Dr. Rockwell had his cock buried in my rectum. He didn't move. He watched as he unloaded in me and I unloaded on myself. Ted was still pinching my tits. Dr. Rockwell was now massaging my balls. Slowly stroking my cock as it continued to unload. I couldn't see their faces, but I knew both there eyes were fixed on my erection. Dr Rockwell pulled out of my ass with a loud plop. My ass felt empty. He used the syringe again, to withdraw the water from the Catheter. As soon as he did, he slowly pulled it from my body. I could feel as it traveled up my dick and out. When it finally came free, more semen dribbled out of my cock. Nurse Ted dropped the table back down so I was laying flat. They left the lights off, with just the lamp lighting my cock, balls, and ass. I was cleaned up and told to dress. Then they both left the room. When I was all cleaned up Nurse Ted showed me into the office. Dr Rockwell sat behind a desk. He explained to me that I had most likely a bladder infection. He gave me a prescription for an antibiotic. He then got up and came around the desk. I got up to leave. He clamped his hand on my shoulder and told me I was a fine young man. I noticed then several TV monitors on his back wall. One of them was replaying our encounter. Video had only been out a short time and I was amazed at seeing myself on TV. I realized that everything that happened inside that exam room had been taped. Dr. Rockwell pointed to the VCR and said casually. "Oh, I better make sure that is put away, so it is not seen by the wrong people. With that I was escorted out. Told to come back in three weeks to see how I was progressing. Now do you think I went back?

BBC does not work for me. Frankly, it turns me off: When I have sex, I do not want to have sex with the penis alone. The idea of reducing a person to the size of their erect penis, complicating that with issues of race, feels icky to me. More, I question how accurate this statement is at all. Have I met men of more or less distant African ancestry with big erections? Yes. So far as I can tell, the distribution of erection size does not differ widely between blacks and whites. The biggest erection I have ever encountered belonged to a white man. as did most of the others. Dick size, meanwhile, is pretty far from being a critical determinant of how good sex is. That takes talent. Yes, guys with big dicks can surely learn to be great tops, but so can people with all sorts of dick sizes. I have one fuckbuddy who has a dick slightly below average length who is one of the most skilled tops I have ever met. (That he is also into me is, well, fantastic.) Hell, I've a dick of average length but perhaps above-normal thickness--felchingpisser can vouch for this, I think--and I have plenty of bottoms who love what I can do. There is a quote from Talleyrand: "This is worse than a crime, it's a mistake." That is what BBC, and racial stereotypes in sex more generally, feel like for me. They are not just creepy, they are actively, misleadingly, false. Why would you embrace a belief that is morally wrong and will mislead you anyway?

I might if it was an obvious turn-off, or if we had planned for him to be the first, or something. In the rare circumstances where this has happened, it has not been a turn-off. If anything, the guys topping me liked it.

When I top, it does not much matter if the bottom has a hairy ass or not so much as it is a clean ass. Whatever works. Myself, I have a hairy ass. My tops seem to like it.