Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 02:10:39 -0500
From: Don Mynor <donmynorjr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love Him 2

The day after I saw Richard last, Monday, I was miserable.
He hadn't called me and I was really missing him in the
worst way.  I know it may sound kind of sick that I would
miss him after the way he treated my over the weekend.  I
wanted to call him but I honestly thought he would call
first to apologize.  (I know, I know).  By Tuesday noon I
was ready to climb the wall.  I caved in and called him.

"Yes this is Richard Stankowski."  He said when he answered
the phone.

"Uh, high Richard it's me, Ted."  I said timidly.

"Yeah, what do you want Ted."

"I was just wondering if you wanted to do something tonight,
I don't know dinner, movie or something."

"We won't have time tonight; you know it's our gym night."

Did he say `our gym night' he was still including me in his
life's activities.

"Yeah, well I guess you're right."  I said.

"So see you tonight at the gym."  He said and then hung up.

He'd said nothing about what happened over the weekend.  His
attitude towards me had not seemed to change in the least,
and that made me very nervous.  I was expecting him to tell
me never to call him again.  Or, he never wanted to see me
again.

At the gym nothing was different.  We worked out as usual,
and then showered (of course I took my regulatory peeks, and
he pretended not to notice).  After the gym he said that I
should go home and order a pizza and he would stop off at
the liquor store to pick up a twelve pack.  He did or said
nothing that would have left me to believe that the
occurrences over the weekend had changed our relationship in
any way.

When he got to my house, I put the beer in the fridge.  He
had also stopped by the video store and picked up two
movies, I knew they were porn, because they were in those,
unmarked, translucent plastic covers that the local adult
video store used.  I knew then that I would be getting
fucked tonight.  My asshole was twitching in anticipation.


No man had ever turned me on like this since my mid to late
teens and it made me excited.  True he did not treat me as
an equal during our encounter over the weekend, but there
must have been some truth to what he said.  Maybe I was
really some faggot slut who liked to be used my men in any
way that pleased them.  If it wasn't true, why did I call
him first?  If I truly did not enjoy the way he treated me,
I would never want to see him again.   Yet my short time
away from him was total misery.  I knew then I was
definitely in love with him.  It was almost as if I would
not be able to live without him.

I was already half hard when I saw the tapes, although I had
a pretty good idea that they were straight.  I gave Richard
a beer while we waited for the pizza that was already 10
minutes late.  The pizza came during his second beer.  We
ate while we watched a news magazine show on cable.  When we
were finished I cleaned up and we sat in the living room.

"Ted put in one of those tapes, would you?"

My dick was hard before I sat back down on the sofa.  On the
tape was your usual straight porn with a stupid plot and
good looking men with big dicks.   The scene on the screen
was of a hot little blonde bimbo giving head to a total
hunk, who was hung like a horse.  I glanced at Richard
crotch and it already looked full to capacity.

"My dick is hard bitch, come over here and blow me."  I
hurried over to him got down on my knees unbuckled his pants
yanked down the front of his briefs.  As I was about to lick
the head of his dick, he grabbed me by my hair with his
right hand, yanked my head back and slapped me on the right
cheek with his left hand.

"You forgot your place already, bitch."  He screamed.  "What
makes you think you can walk over to me and just pull my
pants down without asking me?"  "Huh, whore."  He said
backhanding my left cheek.

"Uh, sorry sir I just got carried away.  It is just that I
missed you so much I couldn't wait.  I'm sorry."  I said
with tears running down my cheek.

"That's better slut now put my dick back in my shorts and
buckle up my pants and go sit down."  I regretfully did as
he asked.

"Now that you remember your place crawl over here and give
me a blow job."

I got down on all fours and crawled over to him.

"May I please suck your dick sir?"

"Well only if you really want to."  He said chuckling.  "But
if you must, unbuckle my pants with your teeth this time."

I unbuckled his belt and brought his zipper down with my
teeth.  I could already smell his pubic musk.  I was hard as
rock and leaking pre cum like a faucet.  The front of my
pants was a sticky, gooey mess.  I took off his shoes and
socks.  Then I took his pants completely off.  He yanked off
his shorts himself and grabbed my head the rammed his dick
down my throat.  I was gagging like crazy.  He did not care.
He was only interested in the pleasure he was receiving from
my mouth.  He released my hair to remove his shirt.

"You better get that dick well wet, because I am fucking
your whore pussy next."

I was sucking him for about ten minutes when he stopped me.

"Take your fucking clothes off."  When I was finished, he
said.  "Get down on all fours."

When I did, he got behind me and started rubbing his dick up
and down my crack.  I was feverish for him to fuck me.
Every time his dick touched my asshole, I would hump back
against his dick.

"Anxious to get fucked huh, slut."

He spit on my asshole a few times and used the head of his
dick to rub it in.  He would just push the head in and then
pull out again.   I was going crazy with anticipation.

"Please sir, push it in."  I begged.

"That's right bitch, beg your man for his dick."

"Please sir, please fuck me.  I need your dick so bad.
Please put your cock in my ass and fuck me, please."

"What?" He said angrily.  "Put my dick where? I don't fuck
men bitch I will never put my dick in a man's ass, only
faggots do that shit.  Are you calling me a faggot, bitch?"

While he said this, he entangled my hair in his fingers and
yanked back on it.  The look on his face told me he was
serious.  He pulled painfully on my hair and brought me to
an upright kneeling position.  After spiting in my face, he
started slapping the shit out of me.  I started crying
begging him to stop.  My face was stinging like crazy and my
head from where he was pulling my hair was on fire.

"That will teach you to call me a fucking faggot, you
fucking bitch."  That statement was punctuated by a swift
kick to the stomach, which was all the more painful because
I could not lean over after the blow because he was still
holding on to my hair.

"Oh no sir no faggots here, only a real man and his bitch."

"So do you want my dick in your pussy, bitch."  I was
beginning to think I should change my name to Bitch or Slut.

"Oh, yes sir, I want your cock in my pussy sir.  Please sir
may I have you cock, sir?"

"And how you want me to give you my dick?"

"Sir, it's your pussy to fuck how you please."

"Well since you insist."  With that, he rammed his dick all
the way into my ass.

"Ahhm, oh god." I screamed.

"Shut to fuck up bitch, you wanted dick in your slut pussy,
now you're getting it."

I had almost forgotten how much pain was involved when a man
penetrates that roughly.
He started as if he was racing.  There were no preliminaries
or consideration time (allowing me to get used to his dick
in me).  It was just quick, bam, bam, bam, form the get go.
Then he was slapping my ass cheeks in time with his inward
thrusts.  I was enjoying this treatment.  This time I did
not question why.  I went along with the flow and enjoyed
the ride.  My dick was hard as usual, that's a given.

He roughly pulled out of me, and then gave me one last slap
on my right ass cheek.
"Get on your back bitch; I want to fuck you like a whore
now."
Oh, gee I guess he was fucking me like a slut before.  His
reentry was as expected, a rough, hard lunge impaling
himself fully back into my ass.  This time I did not scream
out, but I know the look on my face must have told him of
his achievements.
His look in return was a smug, satisfied look.  Then he
started fucking me rough, fast, and hard again.    On every
stroke, in and out, his dick head would brush my prostate.
I was in glorious agony.  There was still a bit of pain form
the initial entry along with the pleasure of his dick head
brushing against my prostate.

"Is this what you wanted bitch?"  He asked.  I was in such
ecstasy I found it difficult to talk.  He suddenly pulled
his dick out of my pussy and gave me a very stern look.  "I
asked you a fucking question you fucking slut. Answer me."

"Yes oh god sir, yes please, put it back in me please."

"Do you deserve my dick in your worthless slut pussy?'

"No sir I don't."

"Then why the fuck should I continue fucking you?"

"Sir because you are such a wonderful person sir, although I
don't deserve your dick in my pussy you generous enough to
give it to me and I know I can never repay you"

"Good answer bitch."

For the third time he rammed his dick in my pussy.

"Ahh sir!" I screamed.

"Just have to remind you that you are being fucked by a real
man, and not some faggot." He retorted.

We were a sweating heap.  His musk was very strong in the
room, and that made him even more sexy and irresistible.  We
had been fucking like animals for an hour and a half and my
pussy was sore and I loved it.  Every time my pussy would
get too dry, he would spit on his dick on the outstroke to
replenish the lubrication.

I was on the verge of an orgasm and I had not touched my
dick the whole time we were fucking.  My body stiffened, my
pussy tightened tremendously around his cock, my pupils
rolled up into my head, and I was in absolute ecstasy.  What
was more important was that the man I loved brought me to
ecstasy.  I wanted to scream out how much I loved him,
adored him, how he was the center of my world, but I didn't.
I know by doing so I would have lost him, because if he
didn't want to acknowledge his fucking a man, imagine how he
would take me professing my love for him.  Even with these
thoughts running through my head, my impending orgasm was
still coming strong - pun not intended.

"You're gonna come aren't you bitch?" He said.

"Oh, yes sir, I'm gonna come."

He pulled his dick out of me completely, and then rammed it
in very hard and rough.  That did it for me.  I screamed out
at the same time my dick just exploded.  Cum was flying
everywhere.  My chest and stomach was a riverbed of cum.
Richard proceeded to fuck me harder if that is possible.
When he was about to cum, he ripped his cock out of me,
grabbed me by my hair and brought my face to his dick.  He
rammed his cock down my throat and just let loose with a
river-load of cum.

"Swallow bitch, swallow."  He said as the third shot was
being ingested and the forth was in my mouth awaiting its
turn.  After the sixth shot, he pulled out of my mouth and
jerk the last three shots over my face, which he proceeded
to smear all over my face using his dick.  When he was
finished, he reinserted his cock into my mouth to clean.

"Now that's a good bitch, cleaning my dick so well.  Since
you did such a good job I have a reward for you."  He said
just before he relieved his bladder down my throat.

When he was finished, he said. "Now go get me a beer."

I hurriedly went off to the kitchen to fetch him a beer.
After the beer, he went and took a shower then left.   I
would have like him to stay the night but if he did I might
have been fucked at least twice again during the night.  I
don't think I could have handled getting fucked more than
once that night, my pussy was that sore.  After he left I
went and took a shower myself then went right off to bed.  I
slept that night like a baby, albeit a baby with a sore
pussy.