Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2009 12:22:34 -0700
From: pm1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Road Trip Aftermath

I've had this story in mind for years, ever since I first saw the movie
"Road Trip" with Breckin Meyer and Seann William Scott.  If you haven't
seen it, the story is still self-explanatory; but I recommend seeing it,
just for teh proceless look on Scott's face when he get's "fingered" for
the first time.

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Josh entered the dorm room he shared with E.L., and shouted:

"What the fuck are you thinking?"

E.L. put down the magazine he was reading.

"Um...at the moment I'm thinking: 'What's up Josh's butt?'"

"Funny you should put it that way."

Josh threw his books on the desk and stood looking down at E.L.

"Why the hell are you running around campus asking girls to stick their
fingers up your butt?"

"Two, man. I've only asked two."

"And those two are two of the biggest blabbermouths in Ithaca," Josh
shouted.  "You are now the laughing stock of the college, and I, as your
roommate, am coming in for my share.  Just now some clown yelled at me:
"Hey Josh, going home to fist your boyfreind?"

E.L. blanched.

"Oh jeez; I didn't think that would happen."

"You didn't think at all, as usual."

Josh sat down on E.L.'s bed.

"What the hell is this all about?"

"Well...you remember on our road trip, how we stopped at that sperm bank to
score some quick cash?"

"Of course I remember.  It was one of the more humiliating experiences of
my life."

"You remember that tall, hot nurse?"

"Yeah...so?"

"I asked her to come in the room with me and help me."

Josh rolled his eyes.

"That figures.  I suppose she told you to go to hell."

"No, man; she came in the room with me and told me to face the wall and
drop trou.  So I did, and the next thing I know, she's got two greased
fingers up my ass."

"No way."

"Way.  She was massaging my prostate and holding a paper cup under my dick.
Then I blew.  And blew.  It was unreal.  I'm amazed you didn't hear me."

"Wait a minute; I think I did.  I thought an ambulance was going by."

"Ha, and I repeat: ha.  Anyway, since then, I just can't be satisfied with
a regular old orgasm.  I need those fingers up my butt.  I keep trying to
find a chick who'll help me out, but so far, they just get weirded out."

"Yeah, and then they tell all their friends about the freak who rooms with
Josh.  You gotta knock this shit off, man."

E.L. frowned.

"But what am I supposed to do?  I need it man.  I need it bad."

Josh cleared his throat.

"Well...if it will stop you from making me look like a fool...I guess I
could give it a try."

"You mean stick your fingers up my butt?  I dunno man, that's pretty gay."

"Okay then; suffer.  But do it in silence, or I'm gonna kick your ass."

Despite Josh's short stature, E.L. knew that was no idle threat.  Josh was
a wrestler, and every inch of his compact frame was roped with muscle.

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That night, E.L. tossed and turned in his bed.  He was so damn horny, and
his desires were centered in his ass.  There was a throbbing there that no
hand-job could fix.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Josh demanded, from his bed.  "How'm I
supposed to get any sleep with you imitating a windmill?"

"You know what my problem is, dude.  I need something up my ass!"
E.L. shouted in frustration.  "Is that offer still good?"

"Yeah, what the fuck." Josh answered.  "You got any lube?"

"Right here."  E.L. tossed Josh a tube of KY, and flipped over, exposing
his vulnerable ass. Josh positioned himself between the splayed legs, and
squeezed a big dollop of jelly onto E.L.'s pucker.

"Here goes," he said and pushed his index finger through the tight
sphincters.

"Oh, yeah..." E.L. sighed.  "So good."

"Now what?"

"Slide it back and forth, and crook your finger.  Feel that bump?"

"Yeah."

"That the magic button, man.  That's what makes it all happen."

Josh fingered the hole for a while as E.L. sighed and squirmed.  He was
amazed by how good this apparently felt to his crazy friend.  He found his
own dick rising to attention.

"Damn, his ass really looks pretty," he thought.

"Josh...put two fingers in now."

"Really?  Won't that hurt?"

"Only in a good way."

Josh obliged.

"Oh, man!  Now we're talkin'! Twist 'em in me!"

Josh found himself getting very excited by this reaction.  There was
something so hot about turning a dude on this way.  It reminded him of the
rush he felt when he pinned an opponent on the mat.  Something to do with
submission.  His cock throbbed in his underwear.

"More, man!  Gimme more!"

Josh slid a third finger in.

"Yeah, take my fingers you hot-assed little bitch" Josh growled.  "Givin'
your ass up to a dude!  What kind of a pussy are you, huh?  Is this what
you've been wanting all along?  Huh?  Is this what you need?  To be some
stud's bitch?"

E.L. was more excited than he could ever remember being.  This nasty talk
had him in a state.

"Fuck, man...I dunno...maybe...feels so good... fuck..."

"Fuck?" Josh yelled.  "If you say so!"  He pulled his hand out of E.L's
hole and shoved his fat dick in.

"Ah, fuck yeah!  Nice tight little pussy you got there!"  He hammered in
and out, his balls slapping against the violated boy's taint.

E.L. was in shock.  What the hell?  Was this what he really wanted?  Was
Josh really fucking him?  Shouldn't he fight him off?  How would he ever
look him in the face after?

And yet...oh dear god, it felt so good!  Better than fingers.  Josh's dick
was like him: not to long but meaty as hell.  It kept hitting E.L.'s
prostate with every thrust, and stretched his sphincters to the breaking
point.  It was a sensory overload that overroad any objections his mind
tried to raise.

"Oh...man...it's just so good... so good..." he moaned.

"Fuck yeah it's good," Josh agreed.  "So tight and hot.  Best pussy I ever
fucked.  Anmd from now on, it's mine, you understand?"  He wrapped an arm
around E.L.'s neck and squeezed.

"Who does this ass belong to, bitch?"

"You, Josh; only you."

This final submission pushed both boys over the edge, and E.L. exploded,
his spasming cunt milking a huge load out of Josh's overheated balls.

"GOD DAMN!" Josh screamed.  He collapsed onto E.L's back.

When he got his breath back, he whispered into the boy's ear:

"Who's your daddy?"

E.L. smiled and softly sighed:

"You are, Josh.  You are."