5 comments/ 11722 views/ 11 favorites Flashbacks Pt. 01 By: fraubleucher The huge dick swayed right onto my lips, so close that the cut mushroom head was slightly blurred. It stuck straight away from my face, with the shaved large balls rolling proudly in their sack well over eight inches away. And it was huge; round and perfect with a beautiful straight bottom and two large, glistening veins pulsing out of the organ. I was on my hands and knees, and just for a moment I could feel the precum gloss my lips before the cock in my ass pushed me forward again. My mouth opened without thought and the tremendous beast slid into my mouth. I groaned in agony, in ecstasy, and thought back to how it had started... I was a gay man, and had always known it - but I was masculine and didn't show it. My high school was filled with one night dates, football, baseball, and just general Man stuff. Nobody noticed that a relationship with a girl never lasted more than once, nobody noticed my small cock getting hard sometimes in the locker, and no one had any clue just how deep and large my hidden closet was. When I say my cock was small, it really wasn't. But our world, filled with porn monster anacondas, was all I had to go by - I was too scared to come out - and its almost six inches looked puny by anything I had seen. It was good looking, uncut and perfectly straight with a nice curve upwards... But it just looked small, and it felt small when I jerked off with my hand covering it all. But, I pulled it two or three times a day, and made a lot of cum, more than a lot of what I saw on the net. I convinced myself that that made up for the size, but there was a small problem (no pun intended). I wanted to be a top. I didn't want a dick in me, I wanted to put a dick into some hot ass or some wet mouth, but didn't want anything inside me. And how could I satisfy someone with this thing? So I stayed deep in that closet, because of what everyone would say, and the cold hard (no pun intended - I better stop that...) truth that I really believed I could never satisfy a man. I never spoke about this to a man, but women who always said "size doesn't matter" were full of bullshit. Size matters. Don't kid yourself. Size matters. Then one day there was this stupid assembly with this stupid lecturer talking to the stupid students about this stupid idea that everyone was different, and he gave a bunch of stupid examples, and I was only half paying attention to his ABSOLUTE stupidity until a few words got into my brain, and I mentally rewound. You know how that happens? Someone is talking and you hear their words and then you get interested and actually listen, and find out that they are saying something important? He was talking about sexuality, and stereotypes, and how the most masculine man or most feminine woman might actually be bi or gay or lesbian or trans or curious or whatever other words he used, and then he pointed to the gym teacher. The gym teacher was married for 31 years, with a few beautiful children, Mr. (you're not getting names because this whole story is real), and he pointed to this Man (Caps for his self confidence, not his Macho) and said - Mr., you could be gay and nobody would know it. YOU might not even know it. He had been the third string halfback for the NFL before the knee, gym teacher, could bench press a house in each hand... and he might be gay. Teach nodded, and said in the same way he might have said "go get the ball out of the trees", he said "Yes, I could be." Most guys follow that up IMMEDIATELY with the necessary "but I'm not". The fact that he didn't have to showed that he didn't care what people thought. I still cared a whole lot about what people cared - but only people I knew. It sparked me, kick started me into my new life. That weekend I took a small bag, all the money I had earned through snow blowing (Another pun! DAMN!) and raking leaves and working at McYuck and all the other things, and my precious condoms, bought and hidden away from anyone... Just in case of? Of now, my mind sang to me. My mom looked up from her third glass of wine, said she loved me, and blew me (No pun intended - I guess I'm hopeless...) kisses. I sent her some back, walked to the train station, and rode right into the city. I got in, stopped on the steps of the station leading up into the frosty air, took out my phone, and found a nearby gay bar. Score, I thought. Should be only a few minutes there before I was pumping someone! I was horny as shit, and so would they be, right? Homo's are always horny all the time, right? Not right. I hung around for a few hours, slowly not getting served booze and just being bored, when a man came up to me, fem but not flaming, and asked if I was waiting for someone. Ten minutes later, we were in the bathroom, and he was sucking me off. It was easy for him, he didn't even need to deep throat, and I could see he was a little... bored? Uninterested? Unimpressed? Whatever it was, I never got fully hard. I put on a condom to see if his ass, hairy and dark in the bathroom stall, would help, and the condom was too big. I needed a snug, and I wasn't hard anyway, and after a few minutes he zipped up and walked out, not a word. Why didn't it work? Now I know why it didn't work. Then I was young and didn't know, but now, when that long cock slid deep into my throat, and the huge balls were bobbing on my chin, with the huge prick impaling me from the rear, I knew. There was sex and there was SEX, hot steamy pounding sweaty rubbing deep hot lights full eyes deep fucking sex, and that was what I was having RIGHT NOW. I knew that eye contact was important, so I lifted them up and stared into the eyes of my lover. Her face was beautiful, long dark red hair long enough to cover her face and almost impossibly huge tits over her flat stomach leading down to her shaved paradise, that huge steam pipe monster now in my mouth. I couldn't possibly deep throat that beautiful creature, as thick as a can of energy drink, with a head that topped it like a proud mushroom. She was proud and deep emerald sparkling eyes and she owned me, and we knew it, and her cock slid back and forth, and it was all I could do to keep my teeth from rubbing her. She was the second most beautiful shemale I ever knew. Her cock slid back and forth in my mouth, and as soon as her cock hit the back of my throat, my breathing stopped. She hung there, motionless, pushing, pushing, pushing, but it just wouldn't fit down. I tried, she tried, but I couldn't. So I lifted one hand from the floor where I was, doggy style, and I kept that cock in my mouth, so wonderful the feeling as it grew even more, it got harder than it had been, and yet it was still so soft, so gently soft on the outside, that I felt faint. I took that hand, and put it next to my lips, and I let her pound away. Over and over, as deep as possible, with my hand now wet and lubed with spit and precum. Over and over she slammed, first with caution, and then just on fire, and her dick pulsed once, twice, and then she just shot that cum into my mouth, pushing it eagerly down my throat. Even if I didn't want it, those jets kept coming and coming and blasted straight down into me - but I wanted it. I wanted all she had, and when she was done, I lowered my hand and just sucked her dry, feeling her cock soften but never truly get soft, getting more and more cum out, licking, slurping, and adoring her prize. The head was the best, and I just didn't let it go, rolling it with my tongue, licking the slit, diving way deep onto it, and I just kept doing it until I had forgotten about it from the pounding behind me and in me and at some point she pulled it out and was on her knees kissing me, with her luxurious scarlet hair falling all over my back, wet with sweat and lust and lovingly stroking my back like a thousand small gentle touches, and I could just feel her love for me. But just a little. Almost impossibly, I had been distracted from what was going on behind me. The most beautiful tranny I had ever met, that you'll ever met, was slowly pushing in and pushing out. I'll tell you about her later, because all I could see was her long, long, LONG dick deep in my ass slowly plowing me. It rubbed through me, inside me, and through it all I felt her hands with their beautiful french tipped nails cupping my cock and balls. Not stroking, not rubbing, just holding. The warmth of her hands was magical, so soft and yet so strong. She held just hard enough that I knew she could drive me in any way, and the thought was like being high. Warm, soft, drifting, happy. Her fingers just held me, holding my warm, smoothly shaven balls and half hard cock falling between her fingers, like a slowly swaying hose. But my ass was a different story. She had lubed before she had gone in, and now her precum did the job, so the pain was gone. I knew she was thick, thicker than me by far, but I never truly realized how long she was. This was the first time she stroked my insides, and it felt impossibly long. You can hold a dick with two hands and still see a whole length of cock above them, but you don't really understand LONG until you feel it sliding in and out of you. I looked down, past the dripping red hair over my face and eyes, and saw her thin, perfectly small woman's hand cupping my soft cock. Drops slowly oozed from my cock through her strong fingers, rolling down her hand and dropping into the carpet, where they pearled up. I could see her balls, so nice and neat in her beautiful package drawn up next to her body, but so far away, so impossibly far away when she drew back, and then closer but still so far away as she slowly impaled me. It was amazing to see, it was amazing to FEEL her plunging so deep into me, I was almost crying. Then I did start to cry, and moan, and groan, and my cock grew to its full size, right through her fingers, and then she let go of it at just the right time, and my cock swung straight up over my stomach and I blew my load straight up at me. Stream after thick stream of cum flew out, hitting my stomach, my chest, my face, the floor... And then my beautiful redhead lifted my head and cleaned my face with her loving tongue and our mouths swirled together and the salted honey was part of us and we just kissed. Then she drew away, slowly, and my backdoor lover started for herself. She slowly went faster and faster, deeper and deeper, careful not to hurt me but in her lust she couldn't totally stop and I was again crying in pain and fear and pleasure and she pounded, pounded, pounded away at me until I felt her throbbing and she pulled her self out, out out of my ass and I felt empty and lost , and that snake fell between my cheeks, up my lower back on my spine, and to my ribs, and then I felt it jump up and down and spurt her cum. It didn't shoot like mine, just covered my back and neck, but I knew that there was so much dick that when she was done, you could gently roll her cock from the bottom to the top, again and again, each time getting another dose of beautiful juice. And that's what we did for the next five minutes, me and my crimson lover, just pumping gently and licking and sucking and sharing the liquid honey that oozed and dripped from her impossible tool. End Part One ***** Please vote, and tell me why - so I can write better. This is the first time I've talked about my life, and want to do a good job. Flashbacks Pt. 02 Not sexy note to readers, if you're interested. ("It's just stuck in - among the zinnias"-- Little Shop of Horrors): This is not a work of fiction (ok, a good story needs a LITTLE exaggeration, but that's all - the facts are the facts), so there are mistakes and bad choices made. This is neither a guide for others to follow or a set of moral lessons, it's just my life. I address this specifically to a comment on my first story, who basically said that it was filled with unsafe sex. Yes, it is. Yes, I was filled with unsafe sex. (I love the English language, and I love jokes - so just look for them. I'm not going to point them out anymore.) I don't recommend unsafe sex, I don't condone it - but neither did I practice it, so I choose not to fictionalize my life to fit what could or should have been. The past is what happened; history is what people want to write about. I choose to write about the past, and not write history. More people should pay more attention to the past, and less to history. I could go for pages, but now just watch as I jump off my bully pulpit and get back to telling you the story of my late teen years... ***** The tranny knelt before me, my dick in her hand. Or his hand. She was pre-op, you could tell, and her fake breasts filled out her sweatshirt quite nicely. But her cock tented her sweatpants, and her face still had that touch of masculinity that made her so alluring to me. Her light brown hair was pony-tailed way down her back. She rubbed my cock gently at first, almost in a circular motion, like you would a sausage, and then started licking the tender underside. Suddenly, I felt a strong pair of hands start to caress my back, rubbing, sometimes a gentle swipe, and sometimes a hard massage. The woman kneeling before me, just a girl really, just college age, but wise past her years - she knew what the rhythm was, because she started to rub more, and slowly transitioned to a full on blow job. I was a bit above average sized, but either you are huge or you're not enough; I was still tainted with that wacky mindset. It was about a smidge over six inches (everyone exaggerates... Craig's list inflation...), and thick, but nothing I would shout about - until I watched her adore my dick. It was perfectly straight, with a slightly large well shaped mushroom head, and when I was hard it pointed up, almost snugging up into my stomach. But now, I was huge. I was her center of attention, all her thoughts aimed at my cock. I was the perfect size for her perfect mouth at this perfect moment. I looked down at her, eyes closed, head bobbing on my cock, and suddenly realized that she was filled with my cock, and that on every deep roll downward, she was also able to lick my balls with her amazing tongue. Slide, lick, come up for a long, slow moment, and then down again for another lick. I found myself waiting for that warmth, that wet, luscious mouth that knew just what I needed, and the more I wanted to impale her, the slower she went. I tried to move forward to force myself into her, but the hands rubbing my back were now wrapped around my chest. The woman behind me held my chest, my arms captured in some hold, and rubbed my nipples with her long, elegant fingers. And she ground her cock, still tight in her jeans, against the small of my back, just where my back became my ass. She let the lovely woman before me pick her pace, and she picked slower and slower... and slower. And slower. She was at the tip, with my head resting on her perfect blowjob lips, and her tongue sliding up and down my piss slit, gently digging in, and this was forever, the moment crystalized in amber, a feeling of want so painful that I ached, and my cock grew just a little more, just a little harder, and the breasts and cock ground into my back, letting the woman on her knees pick her moment. She never looked up, her eyes were totally closed, but she felt my pulse in my veins on my cock, she felt ME, and when I had changed from metal to steel, she slid down one more time. This time there was no tongue, no licking, just this silence of eternity... and then I felt my balls tighten up completely, and start to twitch, and then I exploded into her willing mouth. Her mouth got blast after blast of hot cum, slamming against the back of her throat, thick and then thinner, but I always had a big load, and the tranny behind me was pinching my nipples between her nails, and the woman kneeling took my load... She never moved, a graven statue of brown hair loosely wrapped, just like her mouth was a warm wrapping over my still twitching cock. And she didn't swallow it. She didn't spit it out. She just stayed that way, mouth wrapped around my cock, and the cum and saliva slowly flowed out of her mouth, over my balls, down my stomach, and legs, and she still didn't move, and this just kept me hard, as the exquisite pain from my nipples swelled as they were pulled away from my body with those perfect nails, like a vampire bite, and she STILL didn't move, and my warmth rolled down over me, and almost burned my skin with the heat of the cum and passion and fire of pain and pleasure. She slowly, oh so slowly, lifted herself up off my dick. My cock, free of the warm velvet cocoon, sprang up so hard it hit my stomach with an audible smack. My nipples were suddenly released, and then I realized I was in a full nelson. As my head was gently held down, I knew it was just so that I didn't miss anything. As if I would, if I could stop watching! The girl in front of me started on my legs, gently licking the cum, oh so much of it, and she must have been swallowing it, because it slowly disappeared, but I didn't see it - she just slowly cleaned me up, catching each slid drop, leaving behind just lightly damp skin that dried in a brief trace of coolness, and she moved up, and licked my stomach like a gentle cat, and her breasts rubbed warmth behind her mouth, and then she was again on my dick, pointing straight up, but this time it was tender, and she cleaned and licked what was still coming out, slowly, but still I wasn't done, and neither was she. She stayed until I was totally done, and my cock slowly started softening and falling down, and she KEPT licking my stomach, twirling her soft tongue through my thin stomach hair, up my breastbone, past my red and lovingly achy nipples, up to my neck, and the arms behind me released me, and I leaned back and let her gently nuzzle my neck, and over my chin, until she finally found my mouth. The arms behind me stayed on me, just enough so that I could constantly feel her huge dick nestle against the small of my back... And then we ended where we might have started, in a passionate kiss where I could just taste my semen on her tongue, so slowly and carefully had she moved up my body. She started like a wild cat, almost tearing into my mouth, and I shut my eyes and attacked her mouth back, and then we slowly, unnoticed, transitioned from that fury of passion to a soft love, until just lips caressed lips, and then she was giving me tenderness, her full lips gently giving my top lip a kiss, not of passion, just love. And she opened her eyes, and her beautiful brown eyes stared into mine, and then she arose, a practiced but not perfected feline grace, and walked out of the room proudly. As she slid slowly away, I noticed that she was trembling from her own recent orgasm. The woman behind me said, "See? This I have to offer you - and you can take it, or stop at any time... Most stop. They can't go all the way, can't give from themselves everything they have to get what they want the most, and they give up, and live a life of regret." She paused, and then asked softly, not alluringly, just softly, gently, not pushing, just asking... "Are you ready for the first step?" This all started in a way that I never, never would have expected. I'm not attracted to women. I'm really not. I do love beauty, all beauty, but what they have between their legs just did not interest me. I like meat. Anyway, I was walking in with my fake date of the night, one of the many girls I went on a date or two to camouflage my sexuality while still in high school. Track, all state baseball, energetic but clumsy football, lots of dates with the hot, "in" girls that just didn't seem to work out; as a senior my closet ran very deep. And then I saw Her at the bar. She was a heavenly sight. Every head was turning, not just me, my date, everybody stared unabashedly at her. She lit up the room. She had pale creamy skin, bright blue eyes that shone like they had flares behind them, very blond and almost completely white hair cascading down over her shoulders, a color that was given to her by the angels. Her face, partially covered in dark glasses, was unbelievable. It wasn't that each part was "perfect", everybody's idea of perfect is different... But it was all put together perfectly. The absolute perfect face. Her mouth was slightly small, dainty; her lips were average sized, but her dimples showed slightly even when she wasn't smiling. Her cheekbones soared to just the right height, and her eyebrows were perfect. The same color as her lashes, and her hair. Her forehead was partially covered by the just right amount of swept ghost wisps. She looked like a portrait, a statue, but she moved. She glanced around the room as if looking for something. She looked towards me, and I looked behind me. So did my date. My date was a hot girl, and she had no idea what I was using her for. We both looked behind to see what the Woman was looking for, and then we both turned back, not believing. But it was true, she looked right at me and she smiled, and then her smile was a flamethrower pointing right at me. Her stunning white teeth shone on her, white on white on white. Her dimples showed, and they made the angel almost cute - but not. That beauty could not be tied up in "cute." Only her glasses, dark blue, matching in color but not shade her eyes, were different than her skin and flowing hair and heart shaped mouth - and they worked as a perfect counterpoint to her face. I couldn't help it, I reveled in her look, the blonde laser pointed right at me. I looked down, I blushed, and I looked up again. Still the smile, wider this time. I have you already, she told me silently, and I knew she did. I didn't know at that point that her cock was huge - it was impossible for a tranny to be that beautiful and that enormous... But I would find out soon enough. My date looked up at me, at the Woman, and then back at me, and just left silently. She wasn't even embarrassed, just awed. Does the rabbit feel ashamed when it runs from the lion? Or the cougar? No, they just run for their life. At that the blonde tranny took off her glasses, and the end of one arm was gently tugging her lower lip down. I felt a small stirring of my dick, my balls drew up, and I had never, ever, ever felt this for a woman. The hottest girl had always been the best antidote to a hard on. But I felt it now. I came forward to her, timidly, with all eyes unknown looking at me with naked jealousy, and she held out her hand. For a moment I felt like I should kiss it, but then I held it and just shook her hand. She had a surprisingly strong grip, and she, while never breaking eye contact, ask me if I would like to talk. In the back room. I could only nod. I was under age, and couldn't get order anything, but she turned to the bartender and said "He'll have one, you know which one", and then she turned back to me. The bartender looked me over, and said the weirdest thing. "6'1"? About 200?" I nodded absently, his numbers were low, I was solid muscle, but who cared? Who fucking cared? And then we were in the back room, and she turned to me almost languidly on her high heels, and that point I wrested my eyes away from her face and drunk in her whole figure. Large breasts, not gunboats, with just that slight hang that tells you they're real, not plastic surgery paste in's. Strong nipples poked through her thin, sheer blouse. Snow white, of course. Long, long legs, that made her a little taller than me. With her simple elegant heels she looked down at me, just a gentle tilt of the head, but dominating nonetheless. Her body curved down and in from her proud chest, and then further down it swelled out - a perfect woman with an awesomely toned body. Her clothing was modest, but was fitted and clung to her body perfectly, changing an unadorned white full dress into an x-rated flower. "Trust me," she whispered, in an alluring alto voice, just low enough to be sultry, and she held my hand - or kept it? I was holding it now - did we walk in holding hands? Did we walk in at all? Did we just blink our eyes and pop into this room? I had moved on autopilot, and now that pilot had amnesia. She took my hand and brought it between her legs. I trembled, it was all I could do to resist her - but I didn't want to mar this vision with a pussy. But I felt a bulge, a really large one. It dwarfed what I was packing, and I didn't know at that time that she wasn't even hard yet. I had a lot to look forward to... I snapped up my head after being allowed to rub hers, and she gently moved our hands away. She sat down at a small, high bar table for two, and gestured with a royal wave for me to sit. Then she said the last words I could have guessed at. "Do you want to make a hundred grand?" she asked me, and I just stared at her. My mind went from blank to full complete hard stop, and I lifted my drink to my mouth, without thought, and she said in a loud command voice, not angry, almost startled and afraid, "Stop!" and that broke her spell. Almost. I put down the drink, and looked at it. "We have a lot to talk about before you should drink that," she said. I looked back up at her, and she continued, "The bartender laced it with drugs." End Part Two Flashbacks Pt. 03 Please read part one or part two before you read this. Part one is just a plain sex story, an intro into what my life became, but starting from part two the plot starts. I'm not going to waste people's time recapping what came before, so if you want to be confused, or you just want to cherry pick the hard stuff and ignore the irritating and confusing plot elements, go ahead. "Art," if this is that, "is whatever you need it to be." - Joe Castillo "It has been said that politics is the second oldest profession. I have learned that it bears a striking resemblance to the first." - Ronald Reagan ***** "Drugs? In the drink?" I was confused, so confused. Who ruffies someone after warning them? Somehow that gorgeous woman had the ability to keep me off my guard, off my feet, never fully grasping what had just happened before something else happened. "Yes, the bartender asked for your body size to give you the correct dosage; but it's a bit tricky. He underestimated your weight. If you do choose to drink it, and it's all your choice, leave a little left in the glass or you'll overdose." Her blue eyes calmly and burningly flared my skin, and I looked back at her through the clouds of my storm. I thought if maybe I went back further, I could catch up. " A hundred grand?" I repeated numbly. "My name is Anne," she said. Dammit, she had not answered my question, and yet told me something she knew I wanted to know. "Anne Jamieson." She was not an Anne. Such a plain name for such a glorious vision. A swirl of white, a pale Amazonian butterfly - Not an "Anne". Angel, or Hope, or, or... names swirled through and out of my mind, but not a damn one of them was "Anne". She watched with some amusement. She knew just what I was thinking. Behind that drop dead, painfully beautiful face lived a keen mind. I had no idea that she was wasn't smart, she was brilliant. Amazingly so. "Let's get together in a few hours," she continued. "We'll go into more detail, but go have the time of your young life. Just go to this motel, give the man $500 when he comes in, and then just enjoy yourself." "But first," she said, "the drink." Again, she confused me and spun me through the fog. I turned around... Man? What man? Room before or after the man? After, it must be. But the drink before the man? Drink, Man, Room? No, Drink, Room, Man. But $500, I didn't have $500. And I don't do drugs. I did have the drink, and it was drugged, but I don't do drugs. I kept skittering from one topic to the next, a bee who can't find his wings... "I don't have $500," I protested plaintively, and she handed me ten grand. TEN GRAND. A nice neat stack of crisp, bank fresh hundred dollar bills. What in the holy hells was going the fuck on?? She laughed at my obvious, continuing, absolute swirling confusion, dimples caressing her cheeks, brightening the room. "If you don't drink, the money is yours, and I'll have someone drop the other ninety k with you tomorrow. This is a journey of yours, a journey that I'm sponsoring. Hop off now, and earn a hundred, and never know where the road leads to." She was giving me just enough glints in the water to see the hook, but I didn't know if I wanted to bite. "Just know, I need a definite answer from you." To what? Answer to what? What? Should I count the money? Meet the man? Get screwed up on... whatever that was? "That drink is your answer. If you drink that cup, with all the unknown swirling inside, you are taking a step - you're letting yourself drop backward and putting your life in my hands." She continued, "It won't hurt you, and it will wear off, but it IS potent stuff. You'll be out of it for a while, and be very... pliant... unable to resist. Just about anything." "So just this drink, and then we start?" I asked, and she nodded, hair falling over her face, and brushed the golden silk back. She couldn't BE anything but sexy. "Yes," she said, "It's a powerful and decisive choice. Drink, yes or no?" She wasn't challenging, she wasn't pushing, she really wanted me to make a choice with my eyes open; a yes or no with full knowledge of the high chimney over the unknown that I balanced precariously on. She was deliberately not using her charms to shove it down my throat. But she couldn't help it; even the blind man feels the sun from its warmth. And so I looked at the drink for a long time, drops of crystalline water slowly running down the tall glass. Brown, slightly carbonated, it looked just like a coke. I stared at her, drunk with her beauty and the memory of her huge package between her legs. It was a heady mixture of lust and fear. I just didn't know what to do. And then I realized what I was seeing in her, saw her desire for me to drink but her savage need not to push me. I saw her staring down at the table so as not to catch my eyes, knowing that just those icy shards could command glaciers and grind down mountains, trying her damndest to harness her radiance, muzzle her primal sexual power... And it was that failed trial, her mighty and doomed attempt NOT to push me in one direction or another that made my decision. I lifted the glass, and smoothly drank it down, carefully leaving about an inch at the bottom. I stifled a burp as the bubbles bounced in my stomach. "Now what?" I was in the hotel suite when in walked an Adonis, a tall, wide, bronzed man. Lush couches, windows slightly open letting in the cool summer breezes, hard marble and soft deep carpets - beautiful and tasteful. Not the place for this... Whatever this turned out to be. He had a button down shirt that was open to the wind, and the wind, just like a movie, was there to tousle his hair back and forth. His six pack was not just there, it was THERE, chiseled muscle over what seemed like nothing. You could literally run your finger over their round curves and never feel any softness. He wasn't straining to show them off, like so many have to do - he just had them. I tremblingly gave him the $500 as Anne had instructed, and he tucked the bills in his shirt pocket. Then as he slowly, languorously took off his shirt, I reached forward and started to caress his stomach, his small, aware nipples, his hairless body. Shaven and so lightly oiled to shine in the moonlight, he opened the knot holding his sweats and they drifted to the ground. I know they fell, this wasn't a dream - but they seemed to float down forever, a slow motion parachute. He stepped effortlessly forward and his cock hung down. Good size, uncut, but it seemed small compared to his chiseled body. I never found out - I never said a word to him, either time we met - but if he was 'roided it was done just right - no ridiculous veins popping over muscles, no silly small areas where there really weren't muscles. You know the knees on a steroid addict can't grow, the elbows; and then there are the muscles popping out of the skin where you didn't even KNOW there were muscles... But this man was just perfect. He looked like he could sweep me up into the air, toss me over his shoulder, and swing back into the trees, with me playing the part of Jane. But I was a Jane that was 6"1, toned body built of the gym, sleek football and track and fitness. And I was no Jane. We would have been a good pair if he didn't GLOW. I was hot, I was told, and I believed it - whether vanity, or not, let's be honest... But he shone from inside with a light that told you, it just said in words that couldn't be spoken, that his body was a glorious expression of what a man could be. I just didn't hold up next to him. But tonight I was the Tarzan. I couldn't believe my luck, what was going to happen... And then he sank to his knees, which sank soundlessly into the deep carpet, and opened my pants. I was already hard, had popped to attention as soon as he walked in, and his velvet mouth went from the top to the bottom effortlessly. It stayed at the bottom, for what seemed like minutes, but it had to be less, and then without breathing, he flexed his throat, and my head was hugged and released. He was deep throating my oversized head. Massaging it. He kept his movements up, over and over again, and just when I was reaching the end, he stopped and slowly, slowly lifted his mouth and looked up at me in adoration. His brown eyes sparkled with... What? Hunger? Yes, it WAS hunger, a lust to suck me back into his mouth, a lust to blow my load and feel my hard cock in his mouth, his perfect mouth. It was crazy. Impossible. But he kept his soft mouth around the head, gently rolling his tongue around it, teasing me and keeping me rock hard, but getting no further. And then, after holding my eyes forever, he slowly lowered himself back onto me, and his throat tensed again, and again, and it never stopped, and it kept flexing and kneading my cock head until I couldn't hold it, I grabbed his black hair and tried to push myself into him further, and he stopped me by sheer strength, the effortless, rock hard immovability of a mountain. He knelt in front of me like a carven statue, but one hand lifted, held my thigh from moving forward, and there was no contest. He never stopped squeezing my cock head with his powerful throat, and he did it harder and harder, but all my thrusting and straining let me go no further forward, but I wasn't going to go backward, no way. And then he moved his hand, his hands, and they grabbed the cheeks of my ass, pulling them wide apart and my whole body towards his magic mouth. I felt, I thought maybe I felt, the gentle brush of something against the pubic hair around my asshole, like maybe some one was gently stroking the hair only, and I was going to look backward, but he was pulling so hard that I felt his throat loosening, and that was glorious, and then he bore down on my head, grabbing the base of my cockhead with his throat, keeping me in and warm and controlled, and I shoved myself into him, maybe a little deeper, as his throat slid just a tad towards my tightening balls, and his mouth was perfectly sized for my dick, and the mystery behind me rubbed a quick wet finger against my back hole. I felt a warm, soft, HUGE forearm of flesh that couldn't be a dick, not that huge, rubbing along my entre ass, and I thought for a moment, a flash of fear and yes, anger, that I was going to get split, but then the cock moved past my hole, and it nestled with the base against my asshole, with huge, hot balls resting against mine from behind, and oh my god, maybe I did want that in me, but no, I gave, I didn't take, and that monstrous cock wasn't what knocked me over the edge, it was the kneeling, magically muscled man, because he squeezed so tight around my cockhead with his throat, so tight, but not to make me stop, but to make me go, to make me blow, and so I exploded into him. Time turned outside in, and was just a bam, then a blink of white starry flash, until BAM, there was that one spurt that feels like it melts fire and shoots like a cannon, and then another spurt, and this went on six, eight, a thousand blasts of spunk, I couldn't tell, and I just kept coming, and the cum just disappeared into this waiting warm throat, and it slid willingly into him, as he controlled and guided my load down into the very essence of him, even as it came to him, jet by splash by flood, my huge load, I always blew a huge load, and when I was done, the mystery cock pushed into my ass, hard, spreading them wide, even wider than my kneeling man's hands were gripping and pulling them open, and fiery manicured nails slid around my chest and squeezed hard, just my chest and two warm, firm, soft breasts pressed against my back, and I could feel the nipples get pushed back inside the breasts from the force of the squeeze, but I still felt the tits, so nice, so hot and spreading across my back like a pillow right out of the dryer, and the nipples two dull pencil points pressing right inside my shoulder blades. My god they were huge. The cock slid gently up and out of my ass cheeks, with the balls sliding along with them, one two, right against my asshole and then followed the cock and disappeared in a sudden breath of unfair cool. My blowjob king still gripped my ass cheeks apart so hard, and I heard a sound behind me, and I couldn't turn my head completely, so I just saw a figure exit the room, with light behind it, and it was a woman, a full bodied woman, wide shouldered but not like a fullback, no... just a wide tall built woman, a woman to beat men into submission, a woman who cast a shadow of awe, and through the light from the hallway I could see a huge cock, a monster cock, an unbelievably thick baseball bat of a cock swinging gently with and between her swaying hips, and when the door closed, my man released my ass, stopped holding me up, and I fell backward onto the couch. My spread ass cheeks, my loosened hole, slowly went back to normal on the plush couch. Then I looked down at the man, and he licked his lips, gave me a thank you smile, like I had given him a gift, a GIFT, and slowly turned away from me. He let me see his perfect, rock hard ass walk away from me. The muscles rolled and slid over themselves, his legs, the ass; his glorious asshole puckered, shaven and so alluring, his shoulders, all the smooth superb curves and angles. He stopped, giving me a full profile, and licked two fingers on his right hand. Then he turned his back on me, leaned over, held himself open with one hand, and rubbed his puckered hole until the fingers slipped inside, and I started to get hard again. Without looking back again, he let them slide out of his asshole, stood, and walked out. I saw that his cock and low balls were completely hairless, just like the rest of him, and his cock was almost hard, and pointed down at the floor, hooded with his beautiful foreskin. He closed the door quietly behind him. I noticed the gentle breeze from the huge windows over my sweaty body. Just sat and heaved air into my body, my pulse slowly dropping until I no longer felt t shake my eardrums, until I was just tired and sleepy. I wished I had a blanket. Then, there was a gentle knock at the door, and it opened - an older woman came in, smiled at my naked, sweating body in the moonlight, and I was trembling on the wet couch, now from cold, not lust. She leaned over, not invading my personal space; which was pretty much mush at this point anyway. I didn't know what she was going to do, this gentle librarian of a woman, and she started to pick up his clothing. Anne hadn't told me what to expect. "You might want to get dressed, dear," and she sounded more like a mother than mine ever did. I did, and then in a trembly voice, asked her "um, but, what happens now? I mean, do I, did I," and she smiled at me like I had just presented her with a good grade on a test. "Who was in here with us?" "You should know that I can't tell you anything, honey. But if I had to make a guess, you did just fine, for whoever was in the room." She smiled again at me, both proud and happy for me. She was dressed in conservative clothing, and her short hair was a mix of fair brown and light grey - but it suited her. Older but not aged, experienced yet timeless. Could be forty, could be sixty. Her essence overshadowed her appearance. "I've rarely seen John so happy. You really filled him up, you know. But we have the room for only a little while longer, sweetie," she continued, "so you should pack it in." And then she left the suite, and softly closed the door behind me. And for the life of me, in was back in my mind, as I slowly started to get dressed, a small smile grew on my face from her last words. I know, I know, sexual innuendo is so childish, and I'm trying to stop. But it's hard. So HARD. I saw Anne, afterward, a few days afterward, after the next chapter I'll submit. I'm trying to keep this whole story clear, not chronological. So the times will jump from time to time. I'll try to keep it clear. Well, there goes the fourth wall... She stood in front of me, in another immaculate white suit, a different one, with small patches of see through fabric, but nothing showing, she could have walked down the street and everybody would swear afterward that she was almost nude, but she was actually completely covered. And they would be so distracted by her swirling curves and dazzling face that they would miss what I looked for now, that huge package nestled low beneath her legs. It must have been held down, but it was too big to hide completely. She couldn't have been the full-bodied woman from a few nights ago, different body type. But she was packing also. I wanted to see it so badly, maybe just hold it. That's all, I told myself, and I managed to convince myself that I wasn't a bottom, a fag, I was just a top who wanted to take men, and then that iron portcullis of prejudice slammed back down, leaving me safe in my blindness. I asked "So I paid a guy to have sex with me?" She nodded with a bright smile, but it was slightly tarnished by the memory of the Adonis who had just worshipped my cock, that she was not TOTALLY blinding in my mind, and her perfection wasn't diminished, but its power had receded just a bit. "That's exactly what you did. You paid a prostitute to have sex with you. In the hard, sword blade eyes of the law, of course." "But isn't that a crime?" I asked plaintively. "Oh, yes, quite," she said calmly. "Just one of my many quiet crimes." Flashbacks Pt. 04 Please read part one or part two and then forward by chapter before you read this. (Or say "fuck you" to me, and read them like a porn version of Twister, skipping up and down the line. OR, realize that you typed the wrong URL and you should actually be at Disney.com. You pervert.) Part one is just a plain sex story, an intro into what my life became, but starting from part two the plot starts. I'm not going to waste people's time recapping what came before. "There is nothing wrong with being scared... as long as you don't let it affect you until the danger is over." - Robert Heinlein "When in doubt, mash the accelerator." – Han Solo ***** I put the glass of drugged liquid down in front of me, centered directly in the ring of water left on the table from when I had picked it up. An ounce or so still sloshed gently inside. "What will the drink do to me?" I asked, frightened. It's not everyday that someone freely admits to being a criminal and THEN drugs you... "Make you less thirsty, I guess," she smiled like a cat that finally cornered the mouse, "and maybe get a little caffeine and sugar in you for what's coming up next." "But what will the drugs do to me?" I asked, angry and scared. Ok, ok, scared and a just a little angry. "There weren't any drugs in there. Just a coke." "But..." my voice trailed off. "As I said, it was a test of your trust in me. I don't need to drug you for that; I just need you to prove you're on board, that you'll try and make yourself a better and happier person. I don't like drugs, personally. If someone wants them, fine for them, I suppose..." she mused, "but I like to feel everything in life, to drink it in with huge gulps while being totally awake. So no drugs for me," she concluded. "On board for what?" She smiled at me, genuine joy, painful to be near. "Your long journey from a homosexual top to a versatile lover of all genders. It's hidden deep inside you, you know, it'll just take time to pry it out of you. If you let me." So later I was showed back into the plush suite by the motherly woman, real name "Tara", and had a better chance to look around. The night was cooler, so the windows were closed. Gauzy drapes covered the windows, and behind them, just visible, were the classic hotel privacy sliding drapes. Even the backs of them had a marble pattern, a pattern that swirled through the marble floor, black and red and blue's shading into the stark white marble. I noticed that some areas of the room that should have marble, in just a fancy place; had been replaced with deep, thick carpet in sweeping arches that changed the room from "high society" to a work of warm art. I couldn't tell you why it worked, but it did. This room, with it's small yet detailed crystal chandelier, swept amber light over the room, just dark enough to be exotic and comforting, like a blanket that has just come out of the dryer. It was made for romance and sex. Two women came into the room, and I thought, HELL no, I didn't sign up for this. I didn't want a wet slit, not to be rude; I wanted a hot body with a nice meat stick. One woman was a little pixie blonde, who couldn't have been more than 5' tall. Her brown eyes were alive under her freckled forehead. She was shapely, but in an athletic way. Cute as a button (what makes a button cute?), small breasts, feminine but not deeply curved, and a skip in her step that made her curls jump up and down. She didn't walk so much as bounce into the room and stand in the corner, an I- know-something-you-don't-know grin plastered on her face. The other woman was about average height, with dark brown hair that fell in gentle waves down over her shoulders, with a lot coming down over her chest. She had nice breasts, C's maybe, I really didn't have any experience in that... But she did show cleavage, enough to make most men look and many women glare. Her body was slightly overweight, not fat by any means, but at the top end of "normal". She had curves, and she was one of those women who could have abs or breasts, but not both at the same time. She didn't have abs. It was her face that was arresting. Sharp, severe angles, deep set black eyes, and a face that fell into angry when not actually thinking about something. Someone had hurt this lady in the past, BAD. She stalked into the room, went to the opposite corner, and glared at me like I was about to do something. Tara came back into the room, and said, "I just wanted to remind you that today is $2,000. Also to tell you that Sarah," and she pointed to the blonde, "and Tara – yes, I know, two of us? Two Tara's." She shook her head slightly. "She likes to be called T." "So we call her that," I guessed. "Oh yes, my dear, you most certainly do," Tara said emphatically. "So you can do what you want with our little hooker friend, he'll be here in just a few minutes. But T and Sarah will watch, and maybe make comments. One of them might even join in. It's your first step, you know, dear, and..." And she got interrupted by that beautifully muscled man gliding into the room. He was completely naked, and his hairless body was, once again, gleaming faintly from some oil. I heard Tara say something else, but I didn't notice it, and I certainly didn't realize she had left the room. He walked up to me, looked straight into my eyes – we were both almost the exact same 6' tall – and took my head with both hands and started to kiss me. Soft, lovely kisses, kisses that lasted and trailed over my body, kisses that licked my ears and forehead, kisses that nipped at my lips. And I gave as good as I got, not as skilled but just as enthusiastically. My tongue rolled over his eyebrows, with the grain, from the face to the edge, and then started again with little licks. When I went up, he went down to my neck and with one sharp bite, gave me a deep, dark, delicious hickey right below my ear, and then he kept sucking and licking gently on it. My cock was rising. Usually it's mushroom head rests on my stomach, but our groins were so close that it rose up to settle right between his balls, pushing them gently apart and pushing the top of my head between them, the mans equivalent of breast sex. Their soft, sensual skin closing their hairless warm, large balls around and over the top of my head. That lasted only a moment though, as his cock, straight as an arrow, rose as well and started to poke me in the stomach. Instinctively, we moved apart, and my cock leapt out of his embrace. I will never forget that feeling of hot, dry, radiant heat. We shared a fleeting glance of a smile, and then he looked down. I was rock hard, or almost, and he put one hand down to hold my cock. I couldn't wait until he went to his knees and sucked me in like he had the last time, but he gently held me by my dick and bent over, doggie style, thrusting his ass at me. What a glorious ass it was. Round, hairless, flawless, a freckle on the upper left hand cheek, with faint veins running through the muscles underneath. His beautiful puckered web of an asshole quivered, and I realized that he was doing those exercises that made the dick jump and the ass pop like that. I went towards it like a hungry predator, but suddenly, T, the angry lady, was over his shoulder and handing me a bottle of lube. She turned to the pixie, who wasn't tall enough to have reached me, and said disdainfully, "He would've just shoved it in. No manners." I was embarrassed that she was right, I was embarrassed that two women were watching me, I was embarrassed that they were going to make comments, and I was scared that one might even join in. And I did have manners... What I didn't have was ever, and I mean ever, having the chance to slam my cock into someone's ass. My dick softened, going down to level, which for me was one step from limp, and the man took the lube from my hand and slathered it all over my cock. Up again it swept, and the man then took his lube soaked hands and rubbed them over his beautiful hole. He put one finger inside, just to make sure, and the pixie said out load, "He's ready!" Then she whispered in a stage whisper, "I love this part, when the head goes in." The man leaned back over the couch doggie style, and looked up at the two women. I followed, and then decided I had to do this quickly before they distracted me again. I took my slippery 6" cock, with its thick girth and its large cut head, and I pressed it against my target. The puckered hole resisted, and I pushed harder, and it resisted again, and for just a moment I wasn't sure he wanted it, and then he relaxed and my cock popped in and I sunk... so... deeply... into his asshole, and it was warm, and it was perfect, and my stomach bumped into his ass cheeks, and I wasn't totally in, because I couldn't get through his cheeks, and I tried to pull them apart, but I might as well have been pushing on a vault door. Who cared? I pulled back, not all the way, and just started to ram myself in when Sara shouted, with an almost perfect imitation of Bill Murray, just way way higher, "It's in the hole!" Again, a mood killer, but I was determined not to let her ruin it. I pounded away at him, going deeper, certainly staying rock hard now, and I started to sweat from the exertion. I looked down after wiping my face with a lubed hand, which didn't do me any good, lube and sweat mixing on my face, and I saw that his body, too, was reddening and starting to sweat. He wasn't doing anything, just taking it, but it was really getting to him. He was trembling, and every thrust made him lean forward a little. We fucked like this in smooth, hard steady rhythm, with every push leaving a forward xxxx on his part, and then I heard him for the first time. He moaned. The perfect, perfectly silent god of a man had a voice, and he moaned, a low, exhalation of breath that sighed off into nothing. I slammed into him then, and started to pound away. He started moving the opposite way, pushing himself onto my dick, with a deep grunt of pleasure at every thrust. He reached back with his hands to spread his cheeks, and as I dove deeper, but still not in all the way, one part of my mind asked how he was still crouched over the couch doggie style with both hands spreading his cheeks so gloriously, so smoothly and strongly that his fingers left red marks where they slipped on the sweat, and I looked up. His grunting and moaning was muffled now, as I saw Big T holding his shoulders, and Sara's skirt over his head, with her crotch by his face. His sounds grew louder and louder, but were muffled, and I knew at that point that Sara, the little, young, blond mass of curls and smiles and adorableness had a dick and he was sucking it down just like he had mine, just a few days before. This was amazing, I had to see, and my begging eyes bore into her face with desperation, and she whispered to me, "It's in the hole", and she pulled her dress up, and yes, her beautiful cock, truly an average size, was slurped into his eager mouth. We went back and forth, and he tried to match our movements, but we didn't match, so he just ended getting pounded in back and forth in both directions. His dick throbbed against my leg, and Sara's balls swung gently back and forth on his chin, and we slammed him harder and harder until T opened her fucking mouth and said "stop" and let his shoulders go. Sara stepped smoothly back, her glistening cock sliding out of his mouth. I was on the back swing, and so his falling forward popped my dark purple cockhead out of his ass and smack against my stomach. I glared at T and was going to tear her another hole to match her cunt when she said, "he's had enough – finish him," and he turned eagerly over. I pushed against his legs, and he lifted them up and held his ankles in the air. I went to shove my dick into him, and realized that in this position, I was going to slamming it home, plunge deep and hard and fast and deep again and I looked up and saw that Sara had moved to one side, and her cock was once again in his mouth. She was breathing heavily now, but still managed to look up at me and mouth the words "in the hole", before she blew her load. I knew how much he wanted to swallow, but her dick had its own ideas, and she came over his face, covering his mouth and chin with delicate drops of pearl white. T swept forward, held Sara in a gentle hand, and started licking his face clean, leaving me pounding and pounding faster and faster, and he's groaning and grunting and heaving and sweating and I'm making noises over loader and faster and louder so low and almost growling as I pounded him, and it was so hot, so hard and heavy and musky and sensual and I was dripping sweat all over his chest and stomach as I thrust myself balls deep into his ass which was also covered in sweat and he was making noises faster and faster now, no words just growls, and then yelps, just ramping up to cum, and there's T cleaning his face from Sarah's white load dripping off his cheek and chin along with the sweat drops and it doesn't bother me because he's taking me in and I'm blowing his mind and giving him everything and Sara has now started leaning over T and scratching her back with long nails that left welts and none of this mattered because I was POUNDING away and then I stopped grunting and started just one long growl and punched my cock deep into his asshole and we both came at the exact same time. He screamed, a shriek that shattered the glass for miles around, and I snarled and threw, I shot, I blew load after load after load into his ass, my dick just jumping as each spurt shot through into his ass and I was holding onto his hips so hard that I felt some of my knuckles crack and my fingertips were digging into his body and his cock was blasting cum straight down at the floor, at my feet, and he had quite a load too, not as large as mine, but good, and then we both stopped moving entirely and just hung together in that silent agony of bliss and desire to have been able to go JUST a little more and then I felt my foot get licked. Sara was cleaning my left foot, gently but with swift licks, slurping up each drop, and I looked back up, and there was T right next to me, but the anger was gone, and it was replaced by a desire to please, and she asked me "can I help clean you too?" and I didn't know what had happened but she was a different person but she was still a woman and she wanted to lick my foot clear of his load, and it was just too far over the line for me (then), and my cock slid gently out of his ass, slipped down his crack, and slowly started going limp, and my balls started going away from my body, and T was just too much. I stammered nonsense, and although I didn't say anything, she knew that I meant no, and she just smiled regret at me and said, "I understand, you're just not ready," and she took one hand and gently swept hair off of my face and left the room. She didn't stalk, she didn't stomp, she just left quietly. The big man stayed there, and Sara finished my feet, knelt up, licked his ass clean, and as he stood up, she rose full height head to my shoulders, and gave me a big hug. He left silently, but my fuses were blown. She helped me onto the couch, and then cuddled as the inside of the spoon, curled up like a cat. And just like a cat, she fell asleep in my arms. And after the warm glow had passed, I fell asleep as well. We were woken by Tara, gently, rubbing our shoulders. I looked up at her sleepily, and then shot up, tossing Sara up and half off the couch. "Did I do something wrong? Should I have let Big T, um, I mean, did I not do what Anne wanted? Am I over? And Tara smiled, again gently, and said "of course not, dearie. Did you have fun?" "Uh, SO yeah," I said, and I pulled Sara back onto the couch and held her in a warm embrace, part thank you and part sorry for the couch toss, and Tara glowed and said "You'll do things at your own pace. You did very well today, Anne will be pleased. And you should be too. Thomas (so that was his name – didn't matter, never saw him again) blew his load, you blew yours, and Sara blew hers, and T got to hold and watch and help and I know she's getting hers for a second time right now; so everyone is good. New experiences, lovey, that's all one can ask for. Remember, you're not being pushed. You're being invited into a world that you don't know you need." Sara turned and gave me quick kiss on the cheek. "I don't think you're doing fine, I think you did awesomely," she said, and even though I had not touched her, I blushed with pride and happiness. Tara cleaned Thomas's clothing, Sara and I dressed, and we left the suite before our time was up. I half stumbled up the stairs on the bus, and slumped into the crappy ass unforgiving seat. I rode back to my house on autopilot, walked into my house with a mumbled hello to my mom and dad, and went up to my room to crash. Sitting on the perfectly made bed (thanks, Mom) was ninety thousand dollars in nine neat, clean, fresh bundles of hundred dollar bills.