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He was lying on his back on the bus seat, mirrored glasses shielding his eyes, his shirt open, flapping in the muggy breeze, exposing his tantalizingly suntanned and buff torso, steel nipple rings glinting. A slit in the crotch of his jeans revealed he was neither a brief nor boxer man. He really had balls and made sure you knew it. It was lust at first sight. I'd just come from the gym, disappointed that none of my regular fuck-buddies had turned up. A constant seeker after pleasure in excess, I was hot for some action. I pulled over and lowered the passenger window.

"Hi, buddy. There aren't any buses on Sunday. Can I give you a lift somewhere?"

The handsome face turned to regard me as he removed the reflecting glasses. Long-lashes shaded huge black pupils, as an unruly lock of black hair fell across his forehead. The full lips curved into a roguish smile.

"Ah ... I guess wherever you'd like to take me."

He rose and sauntered across to the door with a loose-hipped swivel, adjusting the huge dangler swelling the right inside leg of his threadbare jeans.

As I would learn later, he naturally hung left but dressed right to emphasize his principal assets, especially his thick, ten-inch prick.

He leaned in the window, tensing his midsection so that his ripped abdominal muscles popped out like they were cast in bronze. He was an inch or two shorter than me, probably five ten or eleven, but very broad in the shoulders. He was about my age, but without question a more physical guy, with a formidable upper body and forearms positively gorged with muscle. Even his stance had a potential spring to it.

He looked me over and smirked as he took in my blond good looks and lithe, pumped body, barely contained by skimpy muscle tank and tight gym shorts. My cock was straining the cloth.

"Yo! Man! It looks like I found me Sunday lunch! Names Ethan."

"Pete. Hop in."

He slid into the seat beside me and grasped and kneaded my bulge as he ate my mouth. My own exploring hand ripped the pliant crotch buttons apart and massaged his swollen prick. As we came up for air he urged, "You'd better get us out of here, man, or we're gonna cause a public scandal. Yo! Take me away baby! Ah'm a merchant seaman on leave, ripened by six months at sea and bored as fuck by my vacation with Momma. I really want to chow down on your meat."

My apartment is only five minutes from where we were. By the time we stumbled into my bedroom, kicking our pants off as we went, we were both stripped down to our rippling muscles and ripe for action. Ethan's uncut cock simply amazed me: so long and wrist-thick, with a spiral tattoo disguising the prominent natural pattern of pumping veins on the shaft. A cock ring encircled his scrotum and a smaller ring enhanced his glans as the velvety prepuce slid back, the first Prince Albert I'd seen up close and personal.

I began jerking my own prick, making it rock hard, as Ethan lay back on my bed and I knelt to take the massive cock in my mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked on the ring with my tongue as Ethan thrust rhythmically and deeply into my overstretched throat. I gagged and pulled back a little, lapping across the thick head and tonguing the receding folds of skin. I could taste the precum flow, which made me pump my own cock harder. Ethan began a rocking movement, meeting my suctioning mouth with every thrust, his hot sausage pushing deeper into my throat as my muscles relaxed and accepted.

"Damn, take that dick in Pete!"

Ethan grabbed the back of my head as I tried to swallow the whole thing, but I couldn't take the thick meat beyond half- way. I gagged again.

"Take it slow, Pete. Don't choke yourself. You got some poppers?"

I nodded to the nightstand and he grabbed and uncapped the tiny bottle and made me take a good hit before swiping it under his own quivering nostrils. He pulled me onto the bed with him and we assumed the 69 position. His mouth suctioned me with consummate skill, easily deepthroating my eight inches as my own throat relaxed, lubricated by viscous precum, and my nose inhaled his pubic bush, hungrily sniffing the swelling odors of brine and potential sexual release. As our mutual throat probing mounted to shattering discharge of our stored- up desires and the aggressive chemical palpitated our pounding hearts my body felt like a struck gong, throbbing with pulsing tremors. We ravenously swallowed the creamy explosions of potent love juice, feeding our aching hunger, exulting in the seamy taste and odor of male justification.

Gorged and satisfied, for the moment, we lay in each other's arms, my head nestled against his massive neck, nibbling at the pulsing muscle that framed his jugular. He cradled my head there and murmured his pleasure. Â Â Â "I hope you aint no vampire, Pete. But you sure are sump'n. Mm'mm!" He took my hands in his and admired them. "Lovely slim hands, babe. I'll find a use for them," and he winked. "Wanna share a joint?" He pulled his shirt over and removed the toke from his pocket.

I smiled and nodded.

As the pungent fumes suffused our lungs and relaxed our limbs we explored each other's horny manliness and massaged with lube-slicked fingers each other's resiliently upstanding fuck muscle. We passed the joint back and forth, with occasional kisses, exchanging the heady smoke, till Ethan pinched out the roach and swallowed it. Mildly chemically disordered, I was surprised when he raised his legs and urged me, "Lick my ass, man. Stick your tongue in there. Shove it in there, man!"

Always one to oblige I sucked and slurped and probed the most prominently ridged purple pucker I'd ever seen, till he howled,

"Oh yeah! Gimme your big thing. Shove it in there man! Fuckin' plow me man! Fuck this ass hard! Hard as you fuckin' can, man!"

He rolled his knees back to snuggle his ears and, to my amazement, sucked his own dick into his mouth, laying his ass open for an empowering ride at the business end of my rampant dick. His asshole was like a large rosebud, open and quivering in anticipation. I slid in smoothly and repeatedly thrust to the hilt as he gurgled and slurped his appreciation. In no time at all he was gasping and swallowing his own load, functioning as efficiently as a self-cleaning oven.

As his head fell back onto the pillow his purged dick flopped from his smirking mouth and his legs rearranged and nestled on my lower back pulling me into him. My thrusting accelerated and my mouth sought his, licking and swallowing the pungent residue of his delicious jiz from probing tongue and suctioning lips. His anal muscles went into overdrive siphoning my prong as I serviced him with aggressive pumpage. He reached up and proffered the poppers, holding one of my nostrils shut at a time as I sniffed up the other. As the vapor took possession of my reflexes and hot flushes engulfed my fluttering body Ethan's colon grabbed me with even greater insistence sucking out my very essence. He grabbed my nipples and twisted them as I shot my load deep inside him, gasping and screaming in ecstatic release until his mouth smothered my joyous whimpers.

As I slid exhausted but blissful from his energetic embrace Ethan got up to explore. I caught a glimpse of his massive lats and muscular butt and heard him piss as I lay recovering my breath and my composure, euphoric tremors still rippling my body, eyes closed. He went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of juice and a can of Crisco from the fridge.

"Yo, man, you got the supplies I need. You've given me some great natural lubrication, but a little of this will help. I want your fist up my ass, man."

My awe of him must have been obvious.

"Oh, maybe you haven't done it before? Well, man, believe me it's easy, and I need it bad. Please, man!"

"My god, I'm sorry, you're right, I haven't! I might hurt you, Ethan, not knowing what to do and all."

"Oh fuck, no problem. I'll guide you, man."

He took my right hand and kissed it, looking at me so soulfully I laughed. He grinned and ruffled my hair.

"Okay, show me."

Already lying back on the bed he was liberally lubing his amazingly prominent ass-ring. No longer a bud it had blossomed into a full-blown rose. Following the fucking his body seemed to have extruded part of itself. It was an eruption of flesh. I'd never seen anything quite like it. His anal lips were massive and scarlet, the evidence of regular and continuous pleasurable invasion.

"Crisco your hand and wrist all over, Pete, especially on the back. Then hold your fingers in close together, like a spear."

Once I was greased he grasped my hand and folded it the way he wanted it.

"Now just ease it in gradual like. Once you get right in past the sphincter you can form a fist."

My hand slid in with ease at first and Ethan sighed his pleasure. Sure, I'd greased guys' pucker's before and even my own, but this was different. My initial distaste was soon replaced by a new form of sensual stimulation. The velvety inner muscles seemed to massage my hand and wrist and Ethan's obvious bliss was a real turn-on too. Ethan's legs were on my shoulders. They tugged at me indicating his readiness for more. Ethan's breathing was very steady and focused, but he gasped as the thick part of my hand passed the inner sphincter and some inner suction took over and drew it in well past my wrist. Ethan took another deep breath and his hole opened up and swallowed my arm almost to the elbow. He leaned his head towards me and I kissed his lips. His tongue prized my lips apart and I sucked on it to let him know I was okay with this.

"Oh fuck, yeees! That's fantastic, man. Just ball your fist now and you can start fucking me for real. Pull your hand back and then thrust back in, just like you do with your cock. Oh yeah! Oh man!"

Following his instructions, I began fisting him harder and faster. He pulled his legs back farther, giving me a better angle. I pulled my hand even further out and his hole remained relaxed enough to let me piston right back in. I kept it up for almost half an hour, until my arm started to ache. Then I slowed down and let Ethan calm a bit. He seemed almost delirious. But recognizing my need he repositioned without releasing my arm. He managed to stand facing me while I sat on the edge of the bed with my elbow rested on my knee. This way he controlled how much arm was in his butt. He hugged my head as he pumped himself up and down on my extended arm. Then he fell back on top of me, my arm still embedded, his fully extended dick rubbing on my chest. I fisted while he rubbed himself against me.

I could feel his pressure building till, with a huge roar, he shot wad after wad of cum, his whole body spasming in ecstasy, his hole sucking hard on my arm. As he began to wind down I gently slid my arm out and held him to me. He sucked up the cum he'd splattered around my neck and kissed me passionately, transferring some of the savory juice to me. We drifted to sleep in each other's embrace.

I woke a couple of hours later with his energetic tongue probing my ass-ring. I stretched languidly and sighed in blissful acceptance of his attentions, though I was vaguely apprehensive about my ability to accomodate his huge prong, and I guess he was to. As he liberally greased my assring with Crisco, probing gently with his fingers till three had comfortably slipped in, he gazed at me with real concern and said,"I think you'd better straddle me, babe. I might be too big for you otherwise."

I did as I was told and grasped the root of his probe and positioned the embellished knob between my buttcheeks. The Prince Albert was cold against my pucker as Ethan took a tight hold on my hips. As my pucker surrendered, Ethan's swollen cockhead slid inexorably up my quivering chute, stretching my asshole to the limit. As my inner muscles relaxed then clenched again around the huge intruder Ethan sighed, "Oh babe! You're fuckin' tight!"

"Oh fuck! You feel wonderful in there. Oh yeah! I really want to ride you!"

My cock flexed and dripped, bouncing with thrilling sensation even though I wasn't touching it as I slid up and down, my colon sucking greedily on the mighty prick, and Ethan began pumping his hips to meet my down stroke. I fucked myself rapidly, smacking my ass against Ethan's loins. His cock flexed within me and he gasped and grunted as his cum exploded into my deepest recesses sending me over the brink. As Ethan pulled me down onto him and engulfed my mouth with his own, spunk jetted from my gaping piss-hole, and orgasmic throbbings pulsed through my entire body.

Then I rolled to the side of him and embraced his massive chest, sucking on the still swollen nubs of his large, dark brown nipple, tugging at the steel rings with lips and teeth, as he lay contentedly and fondled my hair.

Finally he pushed me off and rose up on his elbows, melting me with the glance from those glowing coal-black eyes."I want to try and fist you, if you're willing to try, Pete. I promise I'll be gentle and I'll stop whenever you ask me to. But I think you owe it to yourself to experience everything you can in this life. I sure as hell have and I haven't regretted one single experience." He caressed the hair back from my forehead then took hold of my chin. "How about it? My hand sure as hell ain't that much of a stretch. You can see, my hands are smaller than yours."

Dubious, but anxious to please, and strangely excited by something I'd have considered completely perverse until my experience with Ethan, I nodded my acquiescence. Without another word he pushed my legs back to my shoulders and began slathering my asshole with Crisco, pushing it in with his fingers till three digits had pressed through the inner sphincter. Then all four digits were massaging deeply inside. Then he slid the hand out and his thumb joined the spear-head of flesh and bone, sliding in smoothly till the heel of his hand, then the wrist bones, struck the sphincter. I felt like I would split apart. But Ethan soothed me and reassured me as he urged me to take another hit of poppers.

"I'll just keep my hand here till you adjust, babe. Don't get anxious; you can take it. Once you get my fist past that first hurdle your butt hole will be much less stressed than it is right now. The pain doesn't keep building. It will ease quickly, replaced by pleasurable sensations that are really intense."

I cried out in agony as my butt ring gave way, allowing the tightly furled knuckles to slide in. Ethan shushed me and stroked my thighs with his free hand, letting the other just nestle within me unmoving for about thirty seconds, then he gently reversed the process, sliding it back out of me very carefully. To my surprise it wasn't anywhere near as bad as putting it in.

After a brief pause he began the process again, insisting that I take a triple hit of poppers. My ass still hurt like hell, but the hand slid in much quicker and once the hurdle had been passed, and the chemically induced palpitations engulfed me, he just kept pressing steadily in while telling me to push out as though I were trying to shit. When he told me to relax his fist shot up my passage and through the second sphincter despite excruciating pressure at that point. Our mutual sighs of relief sealed my realization that he was in me right up to the narrowest part of his wrist. Then it slowly slid to the middle of his muscular forearm. I felt the fingers fold and bunch deep within me.

"Hmmm, you feel so warm and perfect around my hand."

He moved his mouth up to mine, keeping his hand inside me. I kissed his lips and then he slid his tongue into my mouth where I could suck on it as he started to pump on my hole. He pulled his hand back to the widest part of the palm, then slid it back in, each time going a little deeper. He started fisting me. I pulled my legs back farther to give him a better shot and he pulled his hand even farther out, and my hole stayed relaxed for him to go back in. As he explored my inner muscle rings, I learned to push down so they would open up and wrap around his arm, rapidly building ecstatic spasms wracking my body as pressure built up inside me. My whole body was sucking on his arm. I couldn't suppress an earth-shattering scream as my cock started to shoot wad after wad of cum. It just kept coming as if I had been storing up this almighty orgasm all my life. As I peaked, Ethan slowly slid his hand out. I lay in a sea of sweat and cum, quivering with unbelievable satisfaction at my accomplishment. We collapsed together, exhausted, scummy and greasy.

We hardly ate or left the bed in the next three days. I called in ill at work, and Ethan taught me all he knew about every conceivable sexual position and technique. I'm still wearing his cockring, which he presented me when he left. There were tears on both sides. He writes now and then, and about once in two years arrives unannounced on my doorstep. But I can teach him a thing or two now. I threw in my respectable job and now manage a sex shop. I've got nipples rings and a Prince Albert, and tribal tattoos that emphasize my now massively developed musculature. I've been Mister Leather in this town three years in a row, have fucked and been fucked, fisted and been fisted in numerous videos for several companies.

And, oh yeah, I've become a specialist at initiating fisting novices, with a full-blown butthole of my own that is the envy of fisting aficionados across the country. I've become a missionary for uninhibited self-expression and sexual gratification.

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