Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2004 17:16:42 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: What I Wasn't Looking For

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Chapter One

They say you should be careful what you wish for; you just might get it. In
my case it was the other way around. I wasn't careful and found exactly
what I wasn't looking for.

One Sunday night after watching The Sopranos I went online and was running
through the gay personals sites I had placed ads on, checking to see who
had been looking at my ads. I didn't pay to belong to any of the sites so
most of them wouldn't let me search for ads. Just see who had seen mine. On
some I couldn't contact guys, only respond if they contacted me.

My friends are always ragging on me for posting personal ads on the
Internet. Half of them because they feel I shouldn't have to advertise that
way, half because I almost never meet anyone through the ads.  I don't
argue with them because they're right. I shouldn't have to place ads, but
since I have I should at least do something about them. The problem is that
I'm shy. Too shy to meet guys in clubs and too shy to meet guys who respond
to my ads. Yeah, I get messages now and then and I write back to some who
sound interesting, but when I don't jump at the chance to hook up right
away they drop me and move on to the next ad.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a recluse or anything like that. I go out to
clubs a few times a month. I belong to a gay hiking group and bowling
league. I've had a few relationships that have lasted anywhere from three
months to a year. And I have a few good friends. I tell them I wouldn't
have to advertise on the Internet if they'd just fix me up with a hot guy
now and then but so far they haven't been much help.

My name is Jeff Reeves. I'm 31 years old, about 5'9", 145 pounds with brown
hair and eyes. I'm on the thin side but I work out a few times a week so
what little I've got is all muscle. If you want to know about my dick let
me just say it's average size, nicely formed and I'm rather attached to
it. It works, that's the important part, though it hasn't had much
opportunity to prove it of late. I think I'm average to moderately
good-looking. Most of the guys I've gone out with have been pretty hot, at
least I've thought so, so I must not be a dog anyway.

And, oh yeah, I'm a top. In my ads I usually say I'm versatile. My friends
say that's another word for bottom, but not in my case. When it comes to
sucking, rimming, kissing, jerking, just about anything, I am totally
versatile. I love it both ways. But if you're talking about fucking, I'm a
top, not exclusively, but almost. I've been fucked a total of eight times
since I came out at nineteen. Twice it was pretty exciting, but mostly, I
found it boring. Getting into a hot hole, now that's entirely different.

There was no shortage of bottoms in my area advertising on the net. The
problem was that so many of them were looking for a top who was aggressive
and dominating. I love to fuck but I'm not very assertive. While I can be
very passionate, tender is a more appropriate word for me than, say,
forceful.

Anyway, I was on my favorite site, one that allowed its cheap non-paying
members like me access to quite a few of their features. I was searching
through the ads for guys in my area. In the listings you could only see
their headline and a tiny thumbnail pic so there wasn't much to go on. I
was limited as to how many profiles I could look at each day so I had to
choose carefully. I usually focused on pics of hot asses though now and
then a nice cock caught my fancy. The title of one ad caught my eye. If it
wasn't for the first word I could have used it on my profile. "Hung top
looking for hot hungry asses to fuck." Actually, I wasn't exactly looking
to just add notch on my pistol. I knew finding love through these ads was a
long shot but I was kind of hoping to at least find a fuck buddy, maybe one
that might turn into more than that. In the meantime, a hot encounter now
and then wouldn't hurt. I was about to move on to the next ad when I
glanced at the thumbnail for this one. It looked to be a beautiful, large
thick dick standing at attention. I clicked on it to pull up the profile
and get a better view of it.

The larger version of the picture showed a guy from the shoulders to
mid-thighs. He had a hot-looking body and was wearing a tight white tee
shirt and tight jeans. His fly was open and the jeans were unsnapped. His
rock hard dick and large smooth balls were out in the open. It was a hot
picture. The guy was fully dressed and the only skin you saw was his cock
and balls. He hadn't lied about the hung part. He had to be over eight
inches and was pretty thick as well. I clicked on the secondary picture and
pulled that up. I was a similar pose only in this one he was naked and it
showed a little more of him. He was wearing a cap and the visor was tipped
down hiding all of his face except the chin. He had a totally hot body;
well-defined smooth pecs, tight six-pack abs, small waist, slim hips,
muscular thighs. Printed across the top was an AOL address.

I checked out the stats in the profile. All very nice. Thirty years old, 6'
tall, 175 pounds, 9"x6" cut, blond with blue eyes, bisexual, top, of
course. I moved on to the section where guys describe their perfect match,
or at least what they're looking for in a hookup. His write-up was a little
unusual, to say the least.

"I luv anonymous scenes. Picture this... u send me your home address and
when to get there. I arrive and find the place in darkness, the front door
unlocked. I cum in and find u in bed, face down, naked. I strip, mount u
and ease my dick into your tight warm hole. I fuck u til I cum, then I
leave. No talking at all. A totally anonymous fuck."

Wow! I'd seen some guys outline their fantasies but not in such great
detail. I found something about the whole scenario a real turn-on. The idea
of this huge dick going from house to house fucking waiting asses in
silence seemed preposterous but something about the anonymity of it was
very erotic. I'd had a few brief encounters, or quickies, usually with some
guy in the steam room or the showers at the gym. I'd considered them
anonymous because they didn't involve much talking and often not even an
exchange of names, but at least we'd seen each other, checked each other
out. This scene was just as he said, a totally anonymous fuck. I went back
to the search list and continued looking for hot bottoms, clicking on an
interesting one now and then, not sending messages to any of them, as
usual.

The next morning as I was getting ready for work that ad popped into my
head again and I got hard just thinking of the scene. As hot as it sounded
I couldn't believe anyone would actually do such a thing.

My day at work wasn't bad for a Monday. I'm a bookkeeper in the Estates and
Trusts division of a large law firm downtown. I've been there nearly ten
years and enjoy the work. I also like most of the people I work with. There
are four attorneys in my department. Two are married men around fifty, one
is a divorced woman in her late thirties and one is a guy a year or so
younger than me. He's probably my least favorite co-worker though the best
looking. He's a bit arrogant but he's engaged to the daughter of one of the
senior partners so we all have to put up with him. Aside from the lawyers,
there are two paralegals, one male, one female, both in their twenties, and
several secretaries. All in all, it's a good friendly group to work with.
I'm out at work and no one has a problem with it so I'm pretty comfortable
there. I had hoped that by being out at work I might meet a guy that way
but from what I've learned about my coworkers they are all straight. I keep
hoping that one of them will have a gay friend he or she wants to fix me up
with but that hasn't happened either.

After work I went out for a few drinks in the bar on the ground floor of
our building with Tom and Anna, the paralegals. Mondays weren't anybody's
favorite day of the week so we'd made a practice of going out to make the
day a bit more festive. I was feeling no pain when I got on the bus to go
home. The buzz hadn't worn off when I reached my condo twenty minutes
later. I went straight to the bedroom, stripped down to my boxers and threw
on a tee shirt. Then I went into the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator
for a few minutes trying to decide what I was in the mood for. I'd pigged
out on Buffalo wings at the bar so I wasn't feeling very hungry. I settled
on a martini with a few olives and went through my mail. Then I settled
myself in front of my computer in the bedroom and checked my email. I'd
been feeling horny all afternoon so I thought I'd check out the ads
again. First I went back into the kitchen to refresh my drink.

I surfed through a few websites and ended up back at my favorite. I read a
few profiles and then pulled up the one from last night again. I read it
through a few times and found myself getting hard. I squeezed my dick and
rubbed it through my shorts. Damn, I was horny. It had been way too long
since I'd had a good time in bed. I was gonna have to find somebody really
soon. I kept playing with myself as I read the ad and before I knew it I'd
clicked on the message button and was typing a message.

"I'm almost always a top but even I find the scene you described in your
profile to be hot, a real turn-on. Of course, so are your pics. If I
thought your great dick would fit up my tight ass I'd be tempted to give it
a try. Hell, you're tempting me anyway."

I was debating whether or not to actually send the message when I got the
idea to include an email address, the AOL screen name no one, not even my
closest friends, knew about. I quickly clicked 'Send' before I could change
my mind. I shut down the computer and got into bed thinking about the
scene. I lay on my belly with my hand under me grabbing my dick. I fucked
my fist, thrusting my ass up into the ass. I tried to imagine that hot body
walking into the room, plunging that huge dick into my hole and fucking me
senseless, then leaving as soon as he was done. I shot my load before my
imaginary stud had even made it to the door.

I woke up in the morning stuck to the sheets. I must have fallen asleep as
soon as I came the night before and hadn't cleaned up the mess. I thought
back to the message I'd sent the night before and made a mental note. 'New
rule-no reading personal ads when horny, especially after drinking.'

I was tied up in a meeting all morning with Bob, one of the older
attorneys, going over a new estate. At lunch, that ad popped into my head
again. I couldn't figure out what turned me on so about it. After all, I'm
a top. I've never enjoyed getting fucked much and have never fantasized
about it. I decided it must be just the whole anonymous thing that appealed
to me, not the actual sex. That and the huge dick on that perfect body.

I thought a little more about the scene during the afternoon. There was an
element of danger in any hookup through the Internet. You never knew who
the other guy was. Of course, that's true with going home with someone you
meet in a bar, too. But at least then you've seen their face, looked into
their eyes and listened to their voice. No guarantees, but at least
something to base a decision on. This was a little more dangerous than the
typical hookup, allowing the guy to let himself into your home and sneak up
on you from the rear, so to speak. I suppose the danger was a bit of a
turn-on too. Then again, who was to say the pics were really this guy? He
could be fifty, flabby and ugly as sin with a small dick. Maybe he's hoping
to score with a young hottie by not letting the guy see him.

I pushed it out of my head and went back to work. After work, I went home,
stopping at the tavern on the corner for a burger and a beer. It was my
bowling night and I never bothered to fix anything to eat at home so I
didn't have to bother with the clean-up. When I got home late that night I
checked my email. The usual spam and a few messages from Yahoo groups I
belonged to. Nothing from the mysterious fucker, not that I really expected
to hear from him.

The next afternoon I took a little break from work and checked my personal
email. I recognized the return address right away. The subject was not the
least bit subtle- Fuck You. I took a deep breath and opened it. The message
was brief and to the point.

"Where and when?"

I just sat there staring at it. A noise at the door of my office startled
me back to reality. I looked up and Greg, the young attorney, was standing
there with a smirk on his face. Even though he couldn't see the screen on
my monitor from where he was standing and there was really nothing to see
anyway, I quickly clicked the X in the upper right hand corner of the
window, managing to look guilty as I did so.

"Surfing the web for porn again, Jeff? You know that's not allowed."

"Go fuck yourself, Greg. Maybe that's what you do all day but some of us
work. What can I help you with?"

"Have you been able to get to that report on the Jacobsen estate yet? You
know I need it in the morning."

"I finished it and sent it to you an hour ago. Go check your email."

He turned and walked out without a word. I guess there's an asshole in
every office.

That evening after supper I thought about the guy in the ad again. I could
just ignore his response. God knows, I had no real desire to get fucked,
especially with a club that size. But I was curious to see if he was for
real, to call his bluff. I decided on a tentative reply.

"I'm curious but not sure. You must admit it's a rather bizarre scene
you've outlined. How do I know you won't take advantage of me? How do I
know that's even you in the pics?"

The next day I checked my email several times but there was no word from
the fucker. I checked it one more time before I went to bed and there it
was. I opened the email. Again, no words wasted.

"You'll just have to trust me, won't you?"

I decided right then and there to forget about the guy. What was the point
of all of this, anyway? He wasn't at all what I was looking for so what was
I doing? The rest of the week I did forget about him. Friday night I went
out to a local club with a couple of friends. It was a typical night out
for me. Both of my friends met someone. One went home with the guy he met;
the other exchanged phone numbers and made a tentative date. I met no one,
talked and danced only with my friends and had way too much to drink. By
the time I got home I was feeling horny and frustrated.

I went online and looked up the profile of my fucker. That's what I had
begun thinking of him as. I had no name for him so it was as good a
description as any. Those pictures were so hot. Most of these guys who are
into kinky scenes can also get off on vanilla as well. Maybe it was worth a
shot. I decided to write him again.

"How about a more conventional scene, something a little more mutual?"

The next morning I found a reply from him. He was a little more verbal this
time.

"Maybe next time. The first time has got to be my way. Nice ass, by the
way. I want it."

I wondered what he was talking about. Nice ass? I thought maybe I'd better
check my profile. Usually I had a couple of G-rated pics on it. A nice head
shot and a head-to-toe fully clothed shot to give an idea of what my body
was like. Now and then when I got really horny I'd switch them for some
X-rated shots, naked body parts but no face. I hadn't looked at my profile
for a while so I had no idea what pictures I was showing. I pulled up my
profile and saw what he meant. The main pic was a close-up of my dick,
standing proud and hard. The other was an ass shot, bent over, legs spread,
my shaved balls hanging low. I know it may seem odd for a top to post a
picture of his ass, but I think I've got a really nice ass for a slim guy
and the picture came out great. Besides, lots of bottoms go on and on about
their big dicks. If you've got it, flaunt it, I guess.

I thought about it all weekend and by Sunday night had decided to give him
a try. There was just something about this guy that really got to me. After
all, I didn't have to go through with it. At any time I could just stop.

I emailed him, gave him my address and suggested Wednesday at 8 PM. I took
the usual precautions, telling him I was letting a friend know I was
meeting someone new and that I was to call my friend afterwards to tell him
how it went. I know that doesn't guarantee safety with a wacko but if the
guy knows someone else is somewhat aware of what is going on and expecting
a call, maybe it helps. Besides, my building has a doorman. I could at
least be sure he arrived alone and that a witness had seen his face in case
I turned up dead the next day.  He wrote back the next day with a
confirmation.

"Time and place good. Remember the rules. No talking. Moans of pleasure are
okay. Keep your face away from the door, buried in a pillow. You don't see
my face, I don't see yours. Oh yeah, you supply the condom and lube. Make
it a Magnum XL and Wet. Leave them on the nightstand."

I guess I was committed. I could still cancel, of course, but I knew that
having gone this far I wouldn't. I was still hoping to change the scenario
once he arrived even though he obviously had other ideas. I was a nervous
wreck the next two days. I tried not to work on any files that required
concentration because I had none. Tuesday night I bowled so far below my
average all three games that my team would have been better off if I'd
stayed home.

Wednesday I got home around five-thirty. I was too much on edge to eat and
was actually trembling a bit. I don't know if it was excitement or fear but
I took a Valium. My doctor had prescribed them before my last vacation to
combat my fear of flying. I hadn't decided whether I was going to let him
fuck me or not. Actually, I wasn't sure it would be physically possible to
fit that huge dick inside me. I thought a little preparation wouldn't hurt
in any case. One of my old boyfriends had enjoyed toys and had left a few
behind. I got out a small butt plug and gently eased it into my hole. I
figured if I kept it in a couple of hours that might loosen me up a bit.

I went through the condo and took some precautions. I didn't own much of
value but I made sure that nothing was out in open sight. I also put away
all of the photos I had around. If he didn't want me to see who he was
there was no reason for him to see my face either.

By a little after seven the Valium hadn't kicked in so I took another. I
was finally starting to feel relaxed when the intercom buzzed. It was
7:59. I went over and pushed the button.

"There's a gentleman here to see you, sir. He won't give his name but says
you are expecting him."

"That's okay, Joe. Send him up."

I quickly went into the bathroom and pulled the plug out of my ass. I made
sure the door was unlocked and turned out all of the lights except a couple
of nightlights in the kitchen and bathroom. They provided just enough light
so he wouldn't stumble over the furniture and would be able to find the
bedroom. I positioned myself on the bed as he had instructed. In the glow
from the light in the bathroom I imagined the only thing visible in the
bedroom was my white ass up in the air. The pills were doing a great job
because I should have been tense as hell but I'd never felt looser. I'd
been lying there less than a minute when I heard the front door open and
close. A few seconds later, I heard a rustling alongside the bed. I heard
the tearing of the condom wrapper and a few seconds later felt someone
climb onto the bed between my legs.

I still hadn't decided if I would go through with it but it looked like the
decision had been made for me. The knowledge that a hot stud with an
enormous rod was kneeling over me in the dark had my dick hard and leaking
precum under my stomach. Both of the pills I had taken were finally working
and in addition to feeling hornier than I could remember I was relaxed and
almost drowsy, too lazy to even move.

I felt him pry apart my ass cheeks and lightly touch my pucker with a cool,
moist finger. He applied some lube around the edges of my hole and then
pushed his finger against it. Slowly it slid in, meeting no resistance
whatever. The butt plug and Valium had done their job. He finger fucked me
for a minute, poking into me at various angles. He inserted a second finger
and pushed into me more, trying to spread me open with his fingers. It was
still an easy fit and I felt no discomfort at all. After a bit he withdrew
his fingers and I felt the head of that huge club at my back door. He
pushed and it started to glide in, stretching my hole. As it popped through
my ring I finally felt a stab of searing pain. I gasped and bit into the
pillow to keep from making any further noise. He stopped and waited for the
pain to subside. It finally did and I let him know by pushing my ass up at
him a bit. With one long thrust he pushed the rest of his long shaft into
me until I felt his pubic hair on my cheeks.

Once he was all the way in he wasted no time and began pistoning in and out
of me. He was so thick and long and stretched me so much it felt like he
was shoving a telephone pole up my ass over and over. With each thrust he
hit my prostate. I had felt that a few times before but nothing like
this. It was like an explosion in my groin every time he hit it. I realized
I was thrusting my ass up to meet him with each stroke, trying to get him
deeper inside me. My precum had made a slippery wet spot on the sheet under
me and the head of my dick was thrust into it again and again. He kept
slamming that steel rod into me, harder and harder, ripping me open,
stretching more than I thought was physically possible. Finally, I couldn't
take it any more. I felt my juice boil up inside my balls and I shot stream
after stream of cum onto the bed under me. I don't think I'd ever cum so
long or so much. I do know I'd never had the cum fucked out of me
before. Toward the end of my orgasm I heard him grunt and felt his dick
swell even larger. It began to pulse inside me as he shot his load deep
within me. He collapsed on top of me and just lay there catching his breath
for a minute. I decided to take a chance and say something but as I started
to turn my head back he pushed my face into the pillow.

"Shhhh!"

He pulled himself up off of me and I felt his dick slide out of my hole. I
felt so empty after having been so full. He got off the bed and I heard
some rustling noise as he got dressed. A minute later I heard the front
door slam. He was gone. It had gone down exactly as he had said.

I just lay there for a few minutes, feeling totally wiped out.  It felt
like my ass was a gaping hole. I reached back to feel it and was surprised
when I slipped three fingers inside without any effort at all. I guess I
was just a wide-open hole. I got up and wandered naked out into the kitchen
for something to drink. As I flipped on the light I saw the used condom
lying on the counter. I held it up in front of my face and looked at the
big load in it. It looked like he got off on the scene as much as I did. I
wondered how often he did this kind of thing, how many other guys had given
themselves up as I just had.