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All the guys knew Rodney was too long a name and they called him Rod from the time he was a little tyke.  Now, Rod was a big boy 6'5" of solid football muscle.  Two big universities were wooing him.  A few of his teammates wanted to woo him.  But, there were also fans who got moon faced over seeing him on the field, in town, at his job in the hardware store, and at church on Sunday mornings and evenings and Wednesday evenings.  Rod was the guy fathers wanted to find to marry their daughters.  Solid, upright, and so handsome.

All thru football season, Rod kept his thick blond hair close cropped.  His blue eyes were stunning, even when seen thru the face guard of the football helmet.  He had been First Junior escort his Junior Year and Homecoming king this year.  With football season over, Rod let his hair grow out,  He loved having it very long.  He went to his mom's hairdresser to keep it neat, but never really cut it.  It was his sign, his symbol.  He saw himself as Garrett, the spear bearer of mythology.  Others saw him that way too.

During football season Garrett always worked out in the school weight room.  It was well-equipped, had a sauna, and whirlpool.  But when football was over, he headed to the local gym.  It was better equipped and he got a special deal as where Rod went, others followed.  The owner knew Rod would bring in many memberships.  So, Rod got the use of the place for free.  Every afternoon, he would appear, work out, shower and head to work at the hardware store.  Mr Higgins trusted Rod implicitly giving him the key, making him the manager after 5.  Rod didn't have a lot of business in the evenings so he was able to do homework and study.  There was wifi  to facilitate ordering and checking new products.  So Rod was able to play on his laptop as well.

A couple of his buddies would drop by to check homework and shoot the breeze.  Mr Higgins never minded as long as Rod would take care of the few customers who did come in.  It became almost a routine.  He had the closing system down to a science.  He would lock the main door.  Go in the back room to check delivery doors, start turning out lights, make sure no water was running in the john, lock the door to the back room, start turning out lights in the front making sure the security remained on, set the alarm, and let himself out, locking the front doors.  He would walk the 6 blocks home, carrying his computer, book bags, and gym bag.  When he got home, he would have his supper, kept warm by his loving mom, tell her about his day.  Go into the living room and talk with his dad about sports and life, then head upstairs to his bedroom.  

In that quiet room, he would strip off all his clothes, move to his private bathroom, brush his teeth, take a much needed piss.  Only odd thing was, he'd start his piss in a glass, measured 4 oz, then finish in the toilet.  Then he would drink that piss down, usually strong as he hadn't pissed since noon.  Licking his lips, he would turn out the bathroom light.  His prayers were long, but fervent.  Lying down, he would take his cock in his right hand and fall asleep holding it.  Rod was unusual for sure as he would awaken in the same position he went to sleep in.  Cock always rock hard after tantalizing dreams.  He needed no alarm cock.  Years of routine had made him a regular early riser.  That routine was the same in the morning, take a crap, shower, piss in the glass, exactly 4 ounces, piss in the toilet, drink the strong morning piss, comb is hair, admiring how much longer it was getting,  checked the progress of hair on his chest, treasure trail and bush, bend over to see his ass growing fur in the mirror, and get dressed.  Rod hated underwear.  He only wore it in they gym or at football so he would have dirty underwear for the wash.  So, shirt, khakis, no socks, and beef roll penny loafers.  With pants losing pleats and going flat front, commando was harder to manage, but Rod refused to wear underwear and didn't own a jock.  He loved the free feeling.  Breakfast, brush teeth, kiss mom and off to school completed the routine.

He never checked his messages until he was in the car.  There were always a few.  Today was one from Coach Jameson.  There would be a scout to see him at one.  He should pickup his pass before school, be excused from class and meet them in the conference room in the athletic department.  Well, he just might get a good scholarship, he thought.  This might be a great day after all.  


More to come.  I hope you like the beginning.  It will get very nasty with chems



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Rod entered school with a group of his buds, As he did, female heads turned, some male heads as well.  Principal Adams saw him and said, Hey, Rod, I have something for you.  Rod approached the 5"10" man towering over him and thanked him for the pass.  They exchanged pleasantries, talked about an upcoming dance, and Rod moved on.

His first period class was Calculus.  Rod had a mind for numbers and logic.  There was a pop quiz and Rod knew he had aced it.  Mr Johnson asked him to stay after class.  There was a math bowl coming up and he wanted Rod to participate.  

Rod said, "Mr Johnson, I will be happy to help out if I can get time off work.  Give me some lead time and I'm sure Mr.  Higgins will find a way to let me go for the time."

Mr Johnson replied,  "It is 2 weeks from Saturday.  I hope Mr Higgins will cooperate."

Rod nodded and said that he'd ask.  Rod was fairly certain Mr Higgins would agree, but refused to commit until he was certain.  He was like that.  When he gave his word, it was like a promise from God.  

The day passed quickly and one o'clock had Rod in the conference room with Coach and a Mr Samson from State U.  Mr Samson had seen the game films.  He had seen Rod play.  He knew he wanted this kid, but wanted to red shirt him for the first year.  Rod was uncertain about that.  He had to talk it over with his parents and think it thru. 

Mr Samson gave coach his card and said, "Son, rules say I can't contact you directly, but if you have questions or concerns, Coach will contact me and be the go between. 

It was already 2:30, the final bell range at 2:40 so Coach said, "Don't interrupt your last class.  Just get your things from your locker and head on out."  Rod thanked him and headed to his car.  It would be a short drive to the gym for workouts.  He'd have an hour, then take the car home, have a snack, take a shit and piss, and walk to work.

Everyone knew Rod was a creature of habit and a couple buds met him as he walked to work.  They all wanted to know what the Coach had lined up for him.  Rod explained.  They all agreed he should not redshirt.  He was ready for big league of university football.  Rod, as usual, said that he'd talk it over with his parents.

Mr Higgins was ready to leave for dinner at home when Rod arrived.  Rod talked with him about the math bowl and Mr Higgins agreed to come in on that Saturday so Rod could participate.  Rod, thanked him profusesly.  Mr Higgins said, "I am proud of you on the football field and in the classroom.  Go and do your best."

Rod broke his own rule and had a Coke to celebrate the day.  After all, it was a good day for him.  Scholarship offer and be a star in math bowl.  The evening was quiet.  Only four customers.  Mr Koury needed a flapper for his toilet.  Mrs Johnson wanted some paint mixed.  Mr Murphy needed some machine screws.  Other than that, Rod studied and played on the Internet.  He always checked emails last.  The usual letters about nothing, but one was different, sender was blocked.  Rod thought he shouldn't open it, but did.  


More to come, and cum



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The trouble with emails was you never knew what was what for sure.  Rod read the short email.  It made little sense to  him.  It was as tho it were sent to someone else.  In his usual fashion he went thru the store, locking the back door, turning off lights, closing off the store room, turning out lights, turning on the security light, locked the front door and walked toward home.  He was sorry he drank that Coke, he had to piss in the worst way.  He would fight it as it would throw off his routine.  When he got home there was a note from mom saying she and dad had gone to a late movie.  Super was ready to heat up in the microwave.  Rod sat at the kitchen table fighting the need to piss.  It was strong, so he did what he did when he knew he had to wait.  He pulled a clothes peg out of the drawer.  He opened his belt, opened his pants and out flopped Rod's rod.  He knew it was a big one.  He clamped the clothes peg on it.  He knew from experience the pain would relieve the urge to piss. He closed up his pants, the sharp pain in the cockhead alleviated the desire to piss, but always made him hard.  He really missed the pleated pants because the flat front really compressed his big rod of a dick.   He ate the dinner.   He didn't want to use the last of the milk, so he drank what was left of a sport's drink.  

Out loud, he said, "God, I have to piss like a race horse."  Then he headed upstairs for his nightly routine.  Everything proceeded in order.  But, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop once the piss started, so he pissed into a measuring cup in the shower, pulling it away at 4 ounces.  He pissed a long time, blessed relief.   He prayed the usual but added one about the scholarship.  When his head hit the pillow and his hand grasped his cock, he drifted off, dreaming of the university, the math bowl, the scholarship, football, and the strange email.  

When he woke, his routine would be the same, except his cock head was badly bruised.  He wore the clothes peg too long.  Well, Friday is Friday and things have to be done, bruised cock or not.  But seeing the bruised cock somehow excited him.  He found himself getting rock hard.  More trouble for the morning.  He dressed, stuffed that thing into his flat front pants, and felt the back of the zipper.  It hurt and Rod adjusted it.  Then he readjusted it right back against the zipper.  Bulge was more than obvious.  Heck, he readjusted it and went downstairs.  Mom kissed his hair, he kissed her cheek.  Dad said he and mom wanted to go to the lake Saturday for the day.  Would that be all right?  Would he be fine?  Since he had to work, he didn't see a problem with the trip.  They would leave early and be home by midnight.  Don't wait up!

As Rod drove to school, he kept readjusting his cock, onto the zipper.  The barbed teeth gave him a strange feeling.  He liked it.  He parked in his usual spot, adjusted his cock, saw Susie Sanders waved,  She waited for him to get out of the car.  He had to readjust first.  They walked in together.  Once inside, Principal Adams said there was a message for him in the office.  Rod had time, so he went to get it.  It was a simple phone message from Mr Higgins.  Could he get to the Hardware store a little early to unload some things into the back room.  Rod knew Mr Higgins expected it and planned to do it.  Cut short his gym time, but he owed Mr Higgins.

At the end of Math class, Rod stopped in the john, he entered a stall and adjusted himself against those barbed zipper teeth.  It scared him that he liked to so much.  He rubbed it.  Yes.  He did like it.  Well no time now, he readjusted and headed to class.  His buds thought he had the runs, he was in the john between every class, and spent 15 min of lunch in there. While he drove home he shifted his dick back and forth across that zipper.  He pulled into the garage, closed the door, jogged the 100 feet to the back door and let himself in.  He hurried upstairs to get his gym bag, but went into the bathroom to look at his dick in the mirror.  It was swollen and ugly colored.  He almost broke down and put on underwear.  But didn't.  He walked to the gym, did most of his routine, showered, got dressed and headed to the hardware store.  

Mr. Higgins thanked him heartily for coming in.  He said he and his wife had to go to her sisters.  She was sick and had 3 little kids.  He would not be home until Monday.  Rod would be in charge in the hardware store.  Rod told him not to worry.  "Go ahead now, Mr Higgins.  I will take care of things here.  Do I need to make a deposit?"  Mr Higgins said not today, but Saturday afternoon after 5.  Put the usual in the night deposit at the bank down the street.  Rod said understood.

Mr Higgins hurried out.  Rod  stepped behind the rack of plumbing supplies and began rubbing his big cock against his zipper.  Funny he had never tried this before.  It was quiet in the store and he went to the john.  He opened his pants and took a good look, big hard cock.  Then he heard the bell.  That was the portent of tragedy.  In his hurry, he zipped skin "


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he hoped the flap would cover his skin and entered the front of the store.  Susie Sanders said, "I was about to leave.  I thought you had gone.  She flirted for a good 20 minutes and Rod did his best to hide his pain.  When she left he went into the back room.  He tried pulling the zipper down.  Hopeless, he couldn't hold on to it.  He grabbed a vice grips and began to pull, nothing.  What was he to do?  He thought what are friends for.  He'd take a ribbing but Rog would get him out.  He dialed, "Rog get to the hardware store now.  I'm in trouble."  Five minutes later Rog came thru the door panting hard.  What's wrong.  All he saw was Rod's head around the rack of plumbing supplies.  "Rog, come over here.  Hurry!"  Rog did as he was told.  Then he saw it, ugly purple skin pushed out the flap on the Khakis.  Rog almost passed out.  "Rog, get a grip.  I got to get out of this!" Rod pleaded.  Rog said, "I'll get a vice grips, that should do it"  Rod handed him one.  He said it won't budge.  Rog said, we have to shrink it!   ICE!  Ice will make it go down.  Rog ran to the café and brought back a large cup of ice.  He tried cubes on the part outside the zipper,  No, It had to be inside.  The two boys labored getting ice into those flat front Khakis.  Rod had to lie down to keep it from falling out.  Rog said, " Hell didn't your underwear protect you."  Then as he shoved ice in he learned Rod's love of commando.  The ice seemed to make a little progress.  Try now.  Rog who had been shoving the ice in while Rod held his hands both sides of his engorged dick, got the zipper to start to move.  After another 30 minutes the dick was free but badly mangled.  It hurt and hurt bad.  The drugstore was about to close when Rog burst in asking for a lidocaine cream.  He bought a large tube and ran back into the hardware store where Rod was dripping with sweat.  His long hair was a tangled mess.  His face contorted.  His soaked Khakis clung to his legs.  "Open it for me, please hurry, Rog" was all Rod could say.  Rod slathered his big ugly cock with the cream.  It help a little.  But he had to get home.  Rod stood, Oh, wet khakis aren't nice.  He grabbed his gym bag, pulled out the sweaty short and pulled them on.  He went to the back of the store for a mop.  Rog said, " let me do that for you buddy."  He mopped the wet up while Rod locked up.  He stuffed the wet Khakis in his gym bag and the two locked up.  Rog went home with Rod.  Never leave a brother in trouble by himself.  When they got home, Rod stripped off his clothes like a wild man.  The lidocaine didn't help much.  There was a little blood and scab forming.  Rog had never seen anything that ugly.  Rog said, we need my brother, he's off duty.  Rog's brother was a jr EMT for the county.  Rog's brother Jerry, took one look and said, "Man that is a mess.  But I can help.  Let me get some supplies from my case."  Jerry said, I need to look inside that urethra man.  If that is damaged we go to hospital.  He produced a speculum, lubed it and pushed it in, slowly opening it.   I want to put some powder in to disinfect it but you better piss first.  Now, that was another problem.  He had to piss four ounces, drink it and pour the rest away.  Rod went to the john, got his four ounces and drank it.  He came back into the bedroom where Jerry had the speculum, some powder, and a probe ready.  He opened Rod's cock wider than Rod believed possible, dipped the probe in the powder, and down the urethra it went.  He repeated the action 3 times to be sure.  Then he said, I have to be sure.  I'm going to use anti-biotic on your dick and wrap it with gauze.  It will probably be hard all night, but that is good.  Don't piss until morning.  Now, Rod, You need to lie on your stomach.  I'm going to put some pain killer in your ass.  It will help you to sleep.  Rod thought strange but did and he was told.  Rog gloved up, lubed his glove and pulled what looked like a crystal out of a bottle.  He inserted it Rods ass.  Rod said it burned as much as what was in his urethra.  Rog said, "  It has to burn to work.  Now I want you sleep on your back.  For the sake of that mangled dick, don't roll over.  


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Jerry had been watching that hot ass for a long time.  He had just given Rod his first booty bump.  Within an hour Rod would be looking for anything to shove up that ass.  When he found that Rod's parents would be gone all day Friday, he knew that Rod would need another treatment, before work and after.  Rog had to go for college entrance tests three towns away.  Jerry would have that Rodney's big rod and fine ass all to himself until quite late Saturday.  Jerry smiled knowing he wasn't even on call.  Some things just work out, Jerry thought.  He would use a little sodiumpentathol to learn secrets, use that fine ass a few time take pix and have Rod right where he should be, Jerry's cunt.


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When mom and dad came home they found Rod sound asleep.  He looked rested but was having the strangest dreams involving his penis and his ass.  All about burning like fire and wanting to be touched.  He woke at 4 am and didn't look at the clock.  He went into bathroom and looked at his greasy mass of hair.  He needed a shower but had to wait for Jerry to come to take off the dressing.  Little did he know that the powder Jerry had forced down his urethra was crushed up Cialis.  He would be hard for a few more hours.  Mom and Dad looked in and found him on his computer.  He looked up as they said there goodbyes  Dad reminded Rod to take charge while they were gone.  All the while Rod's ass felt so strange, so empty.  Jerry had been watching from down the street, when the parents left, he let himself in the back door and headed up the stairs.  He had a suitcase with him and his EMT stash. Jerry called out to Rod and Rod said in my room.  Jerry looked in and said, "And how is Dr Jerry's patient today."  Rod said, "Your'e the doctor; you tell me"  
Jerry's reply, was let's have a look.  He pulled out his surgical style scissors and cut away the gauze.  Rod was horrified.  His dick looked worse today.  Jerry started barking orders.  We need to clean it. 

I'll get in the shower
Now way!  You want to make it worse.  Jerry said, "Go stand in the shower!"   Rod did as he was told.  Jerry appeared with a bottle of peroxcide, and two other bottles and plenty of cotton balls.  They peroxcide burned like hell.  Jerry said, "It just won't go down.  Do you think I can jack it?"

Jerry said, "Are you crazy, do you want to destroy it."

"But, Jerry, it just is huge."

Jerry said, "I know.  I might be able to help.  But first we need to clean you out.  The tub shower head unscrewed easily and Jerry produced a hose and a pair of tubes, One very thing tube, and one larger one.  Now, You have to remain very still.  I'm getting undressed because this will be messy.  Jerry was wearing a jock and swim trunks under his clothes.  Rod looked at the tubes and hose and said, "Jerry, what are we doing here?"  Jerry said, "Well, Rod, we could go to the hospital."  Rod acceded to whatever Jerry said.

Have you pissed yet.  Rod, in truth, said, "No, but I really need to.  Can you go downstairs and get me my bag"  It was a ruse to be able to drink that piss.  Jerry left, Rod drank his piss and waited in the shower.  When Jerry returned, He said, "I don't know if we should wrap today, but I have an idea or two."   Jerry tested the temp of the water, warming it nicely.  Then pulled up the nob on the spout,  The hose was free of clogs.  Jerry put the smaller of the tubes on the hose, grabbed Rod's large sore cock and forced it down his urethra until it was almost to the base.  He started a slow pulse of water.  Rod began to feel very full.  When Jerry pulled that rod out, Rod gave out with what seemed like a gallon of water.  Jerry said, "One more time to be sure,  Rod .  Rod was sweating and moaning, this time he left the water run for a longer time.  Finally, Jerry shut off the water.  He said, "Rod, count to twenty. Too fast Rod, add Mississippi between the numbers.  Rod did as he was told.  He was drenched in sweat.  Jerry pulled out the tube and so much flushed out.  Rod couldn't believe it.  He changed tubes to the larger.  "Rod, you have to lean forward and grab your knees."  As the jock stud did, Rod worked a little lube into his ass.  Rod knew what was missing all night, something in his ass.  Then the tube and the water.  Four times before the water ran clear.  Rod was almost exhausted.  his stomach had felt so full.  Jerry produced a finger splint Pulled the prongs open wide, wrapped that swollen cock in plastic wrap and fastened the prongs tight.  "Now, you may shower, Rod.  Then we will medicate you again."  That should take care of you unless you get infection.  Rod showered, washing his hair, feeling almost human.  But his cock remained hard.

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After the remedication, the powder forced down the urethra, and the crystal looking rock forced up his ass, Rod said he felt strange.  Jerry said, "I have just the thing.  He produced a nasal spray bottle.  When you feel to strange, take a sniff of this."  Little did Rod know, it was a product called poppers in a prescription bottle


"How many times should I use it, Jerry?"  the big jock asked.  Jerry said," 2 times an hour.  When you get home from work, call me.  I will be over to check on you. "

"Jerry, you are a lifesaver,"Rod said.

Jerry rubbed a cream into Rod's big cock, wrapped it neatly in gauze and said. " What do you have to wear to work?"

Khakis and a blue shirt was the uniform.  So, Jerry said, "You won't get your cock caught again will you?""No Sir, Rod answered quickly.


Jerry said, "One more thing.  You will be on your feet all day.  I need to keep the meds from running out your ass.  Bend over, Buddy."  Jerry inserted a nice butt plug in Rod's ass.  Odd, but Rod felt it should be there, maybe even more.

Jerry left and Rod got ready for work. 

When he left the house, Rod found walking moved the plug around and it wasn't unpleasant.  What if it fell out.  Rod would call Jerry from work to check.





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Business was brisk from 9 to 11 and Rod didn't have time to use the nasal spray on account of the do it yourself customers,  But when it slowed down, Rod called Jerry and said he hadn't used the nose spray, the store was too busy, should he take more and make up the doses.  Jerry said,  " What time will you close the store?  Five"   Rod said, "Always when the clock strikes five.  It is a routine.  I am used to routine in my life."  Jerry made a mental note.  That beautiful ass was going to get used to a routine, a routine of being booty bumped and fucked.  Jerry asked if the house was open.  Rod said, "The key is under a rock next to the rose bush, but be careful.  It is thorny."  Oh, he never should have said thorny.  It gave Jerry another idea.  Rod asked if Jerry would be there to take care of him when he got home.  Jerry said, "I take good care of you as long as you trust me to."  Rod said, "Thanks man.  You are the best friend a guy could ask for."  "Oh, take four hits, err, sprays of the bottle when you leave for home.  Just in case you get woozy, you walked didn't you?" Jerry added.  Rod said, "Will do, Dude.  See you when I get home"

Jerry could hardly contain himself.  When the boy gets home he will be a little woozy, another real treatment and he'll be ready for more than that buttplug, he thought.  I'll get him to the point that he begs me to put things in him, then I'll give him a little of Miss Tina.  He'll be flying high and begging for more.  When and if that cock goes down, I'm going to cage it in a big enough cage to drive him crazy but not let him jack off.  Meanwhile, I'll make him wish that cock would go down by telling him the only hope is to hurt it.  Jerry spent the rest of the day planning and getting the stuff he knew he'd need.



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Jerry got to the house plenty early.  He needed to reconnoiter a bit.  He needed to find out where the routine driven Rod kept his most secret stuff.  When he arrived, he pulled a knife from the kitchen drawer and sliced two big thorns off the climbing rose.   Be careful of the thorns, he remembered.  He started looking thru Rod's drawers.  He found the mask they had used to blindfold Rod for his birthday party back in October.  Jerry thought that might come in handy.  He kept it out.  Jerry was amazed.  He found no sign of any porn, gay or hetero.  He even looked under the mattress.  Nothing.  This guy was too square to be true.  Then it hit him.  The computer.  Jerry hit the enter button, it was on and unlocked and sprang to life.  emails were up.  Jerry read thru them all.  None of any consequence except that odd one with no return address.  Jerry read it 4 times.  it still didn't make sense.  Well, he'd look into it later when Rod was fast asleep.  Jerry had his phone ready for videos.  He also brought a few removable tattoos of consequence, his hair trimmers, and a straight razor.  Jerry thought he might be able to convince Rod to let him shave his pubes to promote the healing of his sore cock.  He had just a little time.  That is when he found the measuring cup.  Funny he had missed it before.  It was in the shower.  He held it close to his face.  The smell was unmistakable, strong morning piss.  Now why would Rod need a measuring cup.  He thought hard and only one answer was possible.  He was measuring the flow,   NO, can't be.  It would be too much for that cup.  He'd find out when he had Rod in that state of bliss when he would answer any question unawares.


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      The next day I had a short day of classes so after finishing up I went to the library around 2. I went to the West wing where it was recommended and I picked second to last stall so I could potentially have someone on the either side. This side of the library was much quieter so fewer interruptions. First guy to come in after I sat down just went to the urinal and I was already getting excited of what might happen. He finished and left when about 5 minutes later someone else comes in and takes the stall to the left of mine. This bathroom has 4 stalls so most people wanting privacy would have taken the one 2 stalls away from me. I quickly got a bit nervous and got ready to bolt, but I took a deep breathe and began to slowly tap my foot as I had been instructed by the guy on CL. Shortly after the guy sticks his fingers under the stall and beckons at me. Nervously I get off the toilet, but have a raging hard on and get my legs under the partition. Quickly my 7 inch cut dick is enveloped by a hand and he begins to stroke me up and down teasing my head. After a bit there is movement on his side as he gets down and puts his lower half under the partition. The guy has thin, but toned legs and a dick that wasn't very big at around 5.5, but had decent girth and was beautifully cut. In a low, commanding voice he told me to suck him. I began to rub his legs as I bent over with my ass near the partition and obeyed. Internally I was still panicking about this all, but I was so damn turned on. I kept sucking him quite sloppily getting his dick wet and down my throat. As I did this he began to rub my ass under the stall. I kept bobbing on his tasty dick when he again commanded, *Sit on it." I was not prepared at all for this. I had only come with the intention of oral play so had not brought a condom. I told him as such, but he responded it did not matter and again commanded me to sit on it. My fear of STI's quickly came to my head and again I wanted to bolt, but I just stood there on my knees staring at his dick. Finally I thought to myself fuck it, I will try it this one time. I told him ok and turned around and began to squat hovering over his bare dick. I hear a loud spit and then felt wet fingers probing at my hole. I began to leak precum and get even harder and knew this was the point I was going to go through with it. After he got me nice and wet I slowly brought my ass down to the tip of his dick. And then further and further and further down. He was all the way in me and I was in exstacy. Once I got comfortable with him inside he began to fuck me hard from underneath the stall pounding away at my prostate. I kept bouncing back on him trying to feel his raw dick as deep inside of me as possible. My precum kept leaking and dripping over my legs with all the motion and he started to whisper how hot my bare ass was and that I should keep meeting him and others in bathrooms. After a few minutes of him fucking me, without warning he began to grunt and I felt my ass getting filled up. He went soft and pulled out with some of the cum spilling on the floor. He quickly pulled his pants up and left the bathroom while I stood there still squatted in a daze. I could not believe what had just happened, but I was still rock hard. I ended up jacking off until I blew my own huge load. 
      After cumming I got a huge wave of guilt and fear of what I might have just gotten from a stranger. I left in a panic and told myself I would never go back. But, as you can infer from this story dear reader, I did go back. Many more times in fact and I think over the few years after I was at NC State I got a few more loads from this guy. But I guess I will never know as I never saw his face and that is half the thrill of it. 
    • By Nemesis
      By BostonBiGuy
      There are old legends that tell of a different type of vampire - sexual vampires. Spirits that would seek out mortals and steal their life force away by having intercourse with them.  These were known as either succubi (female spirits) or incubi (male spirits).  These tales are true.  I know many of you won't believe me, but I know from first-hand experience.
      You see for several months now I have had an incubus as my lover.  I know it's dangerous, but to me it's worth it.  From our intercourse I have weakened, and I've become very sick.  I don't have much time left.  Even though I know this I won't refuse him when he comes for me tonight.
      But I want to be able to share my story, so I will try to write this out and describe everything in detail, so that my tale may at least make it out there to lie amongst the vampire legends.
      My story began on the night of a full moon.  I had gone to bed and was sound asleep.  At first I thought I was dreaming.  He had come into my room, the full moon making his pale skin glow.  When his hand touched me it was like ice - so cold that it numbed my skin where he touched.
      It was then that I realized I was awake.  His eyes captivated me, they were a pale wintry blue.  Then he kissed me.  At first his lips were as cold as his hands - they didn't seem completely solid.  Then the world started to spin around me, it seemed that the bed had fallen out from under me.  I was falling, in free-fall, flying down, ever downwards; but there was no fear, I knew I was safe in his arms.
      While I was experiencing this rush his lips had seemed to grow more solid against mine, warming up at the same time.  He broke the kiss, and it felt like I touched down lightly on my bed.  He seemed so fragile, ephemeral like the night's mist.
      Then he lay against me and pressed his body into mine.  His body was cool against my own, but not as cool as before.  He kissed me again, and his skin warmed.  His touch that at first had been icy against my skin now become like warm velvet draped across me.
      As the passion increased he became more real, more solid, more like a person.  For the first time I could now feel the pressure of his hardon against my own.  He started to grind his dick into mine.
      A pleasure so intense, with all the force of a hurricane enveloped me. Before I knew it, it was over.  Orgasm ripped through me with an almost frightening intensity.  Then I felt only exhaustion, severe exhaustion.
      I looked up at my phantom lover, saw him for the first time as solid, and seemingly human.  Then he faded away into moonlight and sleep overtook me.
      The next morning I awoke very late, having slept throughout most of the day.  I was unsure about what had happened, the only thing I remembered clearly was the pleasure and him.
      I knew it had been much too real to be a dream, but exactly what had happened I did not know.  What was he?  I knew there must be an answer somewhere.  So I searched every source I knew on the occult.
      After long hours spent searching, I think I found an answer.  A vampire, more specifically an incubus, a male sexual vampire that draws the life essence from its victim during intercourse.  An incubus could cause extreme pleasure but it would also lead to extreme fatigue in early encounters and if taken too far could cause death.
      From my research I was aware that it was likely that he would be back again.  The legends seemed to point out that an incubus was likely to return to the same few victims.  My logical mind said I should be afraid of this creature, this killer, but my sexual side was drawn to the idea of another such encounter.
      I did have to admit that my intellectual curiosity was at an all time high, I needed to know more about this creature.  All that was known were legends, here I had the chance to learn more.  Once I found out more, then I can stop this, or so I told myself.
      The next time he appeared to me I was more prepared than before and was on my guard.  This time instead of submitting instantly, I moved away when he went to touch me.
      He still had that somewhat pale look that he'd had the time before.  This time however, his eyes did not hypnotize me.  Finally I found my voice and spoke.
      "Who are you?  Why are you here?"
      The answer I received astonished me, not because of content but because of how it arrived.  His lips never moved and he made no sound, but thoughts filled my mind.  His thoughts did not come to me like words, instead it came like images and feelings.  It is very hard to explain exactly what I experienced but I will try.
      One of the first things I saw was sorrow, he didn't like what he had to do.  He hated that in having sex with someone it would lead to their death in most cases.  It felt wrong to him but he had no choice; this was what he was and it was his only way to survive.
      He was not the monster that the legends had painted. He was compassionate, but lost and confused.  He was trapped in a world where all he could do was cause harm to others, even those he loved.  In the thoughts he shared with me was grief, agony, despair, love and love lost.
      He could never quite show me how he had become the way he had, he did not know exactly, it was in a time before he could remember.  But the promise of pleasure even after all that I heard in legends and all that he had shown me caused me to invite him into my bed once again.
      His skin was still cold to the touch, but it quickly warmed and solidified as got into our passionate lovemaking.  He kissed me like he had that first time and I felt the world spin around me.  I was safe in his arms, nothing could touch me in this whirlwind of pleasure.
      Our bodies were intertwined together as we undulated in passion.  Then he sat up on top of me and took my erection in his hand, stroking it gently up and down.  With his other hand he traced his finger along my chin and down my throat, across my chest lightly touching each nipple and then down my stomach.
      His actions were sending shivers down my spine.  I was lost in the ecstasy of the situation as he continued his stimulation.  Then he leaned over and flicked his tongue across the head of my cock, the sensation making me arch my back with a quick intake of breath and release it in a slow moan of passion.
      Whatever else he might have been he knew what he was doing.  He swallowed the head of my cock, taking it in and sucking on it.  His tongue sliding around the ridge causing me to moan more loudly.  He began a bobbing motion up and down on my cock, sliding it in and out of his mouth, his tongue twining sinuously around the shaft, I knew I had given myself over to him completely.
      Before I could reach orgasm he stopped.  At this point he was very solid and real, and looked and felt like a normal man, nothing like the pale specter he had been earlier.  He sat back up again, but instead of sitting down like he had earlier when he first started he lowered himself onto my cock - impaling himself on my shaft.
      I described the earlier part as ecstasy and this went way beyond anything I'd ever felt before.  There is simply no way words can describe the feelings of pleasure coursing through my body.  The feeling of being inside him set me off immediately; there was no pain for him in penetration, and only pleasure for me.
      I could not believe the feeling of being inside him.  So intense was the feeling that even after climax I stayed hard.  After my orgasm had faded, he began a slow riding motion.  His body bouncing up and down pounding my cock into his ass.  Slowly at first, then speeding up, then slowing down to prolong this intense feeling between us.
      I pulled him to my chest and rolled him over, so that now I was on top. Slamming my hard cock into him as waves of pleasure pulsed through my body, and the feelings of his pleasure flowed through my mind, until finally our passion reached a crescendo with an orgasm that felt as if it should have shaken the stars from the sky.
      I fell down on top of him, panting hard, barely able to breathe freely. He just sat there stroking my hair as I lay heaving on his chest.  When I had finally regained my breath he kissed me - very quickly - then he rolled me over onto my back.  He climbed out of bed and pulled the covers up over me, and as I watched he disappeared into the moonlight streaming through the window.
      When I awoke it was late in the afternoon, I had slept for almost 14 hours.  When I looked in the mirror the face that looked back at me was pale with fatigue.  I looked like I had not slept at all the past night instead of just having slept for 14 hours.
      Still I knew what to do. I had to restore the energy I had lost the night before, and that meant getting something to eat.  I fixed myself some soup, which warmed me and seemed to bring some of the color back to my skin.  As the day wore on my health improved markedly and over the next several days I returned to normal.
      It was four days later when he returned to me.  Having shared his thoughts and the sexual relationship made me sensitive to his presence, I knew he would be coming that night.  When he appeared it was easy to see that where I had gotten better his appearance had worsened.
      When he came over to kiss me the icy feel of his lips made me shiver.  But within seconds they had warmed and he kissed me forcefully as I kissed him with equal passion.  It was after we broke the kiss that I first noticed that he was now naked.  I had taken it for granted before that his clothes just seemed to disappear whenever we got close but now it seemed very strange to me.
      When I asked him about it all he could relay was that he did not know, it simply happened.  Expecting the usual tide of feelings and images in his answers I was surprised to find that his thoughts now had a structure, not words exactly but I could interpret them like that.
      There had been one question that I had wondered about since our last encounter: where did he vanish off to and where did he go during the daylight hours.  When I asked him this images started to stream into my mind, along with the word-like structures of thought.  I will attempt to interpret them for your understanding, but I must reinforce that these were not words by any means, merely my interpretation of what he showed me. Into my mind swept an image of the moon, and his tale began
      "The incubi and succubae live in the night realm, a world very separate from yours, and this is where we exist during the daylight.  We are free to travel wherever the moonlight shines, which is how I came to you that first night.  The time of daylight is poison to us, for the light of the sun is against our nature, so we must follow the moonlight when it leaves the earth, or die.  The night realm is not a pleasant place to dwell. It is a place of darkness, absolute darkness. Not until the moon shines down on the earth are we able to see and it is then that our eyes are open to this world.  When we walk in this world we must look for someone to feed upon, for without their life-energy we will perish."
      This is the tale that he relayed to me and now I'm relaying it on to you, so that this information can join the legends about the incubi and succubae.  I felt sorry for him, to be forced to roam the earth for only a short period of time then to return to utter darkness, alone and lost.
      And so it was that I let him into my bed a third time, however this time I wanted more.  After our usual kissing I rolled him which solidified him and made him warm to the touch I rolled him onto his back and licked my way down his chest, stopping to suck briefly on each nipple before continuing on.  The taste of his skin was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.  His skin was soft, almost like silk or velvet, as I ran my tongue across it.  His flavor was indescribable. If I had to put it into words I would have to say that it had no taste at all, but had every taste as well.
      I know that description is pretty vague so I'll try to explain.  It wasn't like a human, it didn't have the usual flavor of a light sweat on it. In fact it really didn't have any taste to it at all but it did evoke a pleasure from the contact as though it were the pure essence of a flavor. It was sweet, so sweet that it was like someone had mixed, brown sugar, maple syrup, pure sugar cane and every other sweet flavor together and put that taste into his skin.  There was also a salty flavor to it and at the same time a kind of spiciness that cannot be described - like every spice known to man had been mingled together into a harmony as complex as one of Bach's concertos, while still being as simple as the sound of a cricket on a summer night.
      Experiencing his unique flavor, I slid my tongue down his chest and down to his navel where I licked it, causing him to squirm with delight and sending echoes of his pleasure into my mind.  Then I continued down to his throbbing cock.
      I ran my tongue along the satiny underside of his shaft up to the tip of his cock, and then back down to the base and his balls.  Licking my tongue in circles around each one, then taking them one at a time into my mouth, sucking on them and rolling them around in my mouth, savoring his flavor. Then I returned back to his cock nibbling my way up the underside until I reached the tip and then plunging my mouth down over the head.
      Swirling my tongue around the satiny dome until I had him writhing in ecstasy, sending waves of pleasure through my mind as his thoughts poured into my head.  Then it was time, he lifted my head off his cock and drew me up to him till we were face to face again.  He kissed me, his tongue darting into my mouth and wrapping itself around my own.
      When we broke the kiss he lifted his ass into the air and gripping my cock aimed it towards his hot hole.  Wasting no time I pushed forward and into him.  There was no pain for him just pleasure at the penetration, which occurred easily even without lubrication.
      I pushed into him all the way the slowly slid back out until just the head remained in, then ramming forward again burying myself deep inside him. As the rhythm of pushing into him then withdrawing built up, I tried to remain in control, but the animal lust took over and I began to pummel his ass with almost reckless abandon.
      Slamming into him again and again as passion surged through me like an ocean of fire consuming me.  Again and again I worked my way into his magical hole as the world spun around me in a exultant cry of sexuality and lust.  Finally the all-consuming pleasure raced me to that fantastic orgasm, sending me soaring among the stars, only to land back on Earth in his arms.
      He stayed with me that night and I slept in his arms until just before the morning light crept in.  When I awoke without him I almost cried from the loss, but it did not last long for sleep was drawing me down again.
      It was several nights later before he showed up again, where we had our talk and then continued into the wildest sexual frenzy that ever occurred on the face of the Earth.  Each time he would linger with me a little bit longer, staying with me until just before dawn's light could trap him. Each time I became more upset after he left.
      Our relationship progressed over the several months I'd known him.  I fell in love with him, and even knowing what he was didn't bother me.  I'd come to know him well, and knew that he loved me too, and that was enough.
      My health began to get worse with his every visit, and his visits became more frequent.  He is coming to meet me tonight, I can feel it.  I do not think I will live past this night, I have grown very weak and it is difficult to leave my bed.
      Even knowing that being with him tonight will mean my death doesn't bother me; if I die in his arms I'll be happy.  With that thought I will leave you.  I have told my story now so that it can go down in the legends and possibly shed some light on these mysterious beings who are not monsters at all.
      That is the tale of the incubus who found love and the human who loved him.  According to the legend their first kiss that night killed the human and the incubus held him in his arms until dawn light found them.  Now we can only hope that they are together wherever they are, and if they are together then I know that they are happy.  
      The End

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