Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2006 10:57:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Orpha Kreed <soillark@yahoo.com>
Subject: TAKEN

     Hey, don't get me wrong. I'm as straight as an arrow, but something
that happened when I visited Branson a seven years ago has been bugging
me to death. Maybe if I go public with this one time, it'll go away and
quit haunting me.
     It started in the lounge of a large hotel--no names of course. Being
a liquor salesman, I enjoyed talking to prosperous-looking, professional
men sitting beside me at the bar. After consuming several drinks, which
this particular African-American man in a pin-stripe suit bought for me,
he told me that the hotels in town were sold out, and if I had a couch in
my room he could use, he would pay for my room.
     "I guess that'll be okay," I said. His name was Charles. Don't
remember his last name. He acted so polished and appeared well groomed.
     In the room, I took my shower first, then he took his turn, and even
borrowed my shampoo. Propped up with pillows, I watched TV for awhile
until the Hot shower and liquor finally caught up to me and I passed out.
The last thing I remember was Charles curled up on the couch with a
pillow and blanket.
     I had no idea what time it was, but somewhere in the pre-dawn hours,
I had a sensation of warm breathing on the back of my neck. I felt
lethargic, and couldn't remember where I was--maybe home with my wife,
maybe not. Drifting back to sleep, I felt the sensation of warm skin
against my back and behind my legs. It felt good. I moaned but couldn't
wake up. It was like a sensual dream, only different.
An arm slipped over my waist and a warm hand slid past the waistband of
my shorts and gently stroked the sensitive spot just under the head of my
now-erect penis. At the same time, I felt lips brushing against the fine
hairs in the back of my neck. I still couldn't wake up, remaining at some
level of twilight sleep--as though I had been slipped a Mickey Finn. When
articulate fingers unsnapped my shorts, I instinctively rolled on my back
and raised my hips while the hand slid them down to my knees. My erection
stung as the skin stretched near the splitting point. Who the hell was
this, and where was I? My arms and legs felt like lead and I felt so
damned helpless. I was drugged for sure.
     Manipulated like a rag to a position on my side where I felt myself
being enclosed in powerful limbs--like an anaconda closing around its
prey--I felt the presence of a very large, hot penis sliding between my
legs. My own average-sized member slipped up against hard abs and into a
mat of course hair. What the hell was happening. When I opened my mouth
to yell, large lips pressed hard against mine and a hot tongue invaded my
mouth as far as my tonsils.
     The tissue around my anis began to sting. I felt the sensation of
something large being rotated just slightly inside, as though depositing
a sticky, slippery substance.
     Hey, what can I say? Can I lie? I knew what was happening. Struck by
a sudden moment of the forbidden, I managed to roll on my back and draw
my legs up, locking them around hard, muscular hips. I then rolled my
pelvis forward until I felt a sudden pop as the head of his penis
penetrated me. Although painful at first, I managed to wet my fingers in
my mouth, reach down and slither them around the huge member, feeling the
pulsating veins protruding around under its slippery skin. Oh, my God,
it's so damn big, and no condom ether.
     Unable to move under his weight, I tried to cry out, only to be
muffled again by those big lips and tongue invading and exploring my
mouth. He lurched against me, and I felt the huge member sliding deep
inside. I moaned, tightening my grip, pulling him in deeper. I felt the
head bulging somewhere behind my navel. God help me, I loved it so.
     When he began to pump in and out, the natural, hot-sticky excretions
from his urethra started to lubricate, heightening the extreme pleasure
that had completely taken me over. I began to wish I could be a
woman--feeling the experience of being taken. Yes, taken and impregnated.
I'm embarrassed to say, the I wanted him to fuck me. At that same moment,
I gave myself to him so completely. Reaching down, I slid my hand around
his balls and gently held them as he erupted his hot bursts deep inside
of me. Now literally swimming in the opaque, viscose fluid, he pumped it
in and out a few times as I started to come, but he fell back in
exhaustion before I could.
     "I'm sorry," Charles said. He stood and stumbled to the couch.
Still weak, I managed to crawl over on the floor between those long,
athletic legs.
     "Don't be sorry." I said.
Laying my head on the inside of his thigh and inhaling the enticing,
acrid scent emanating from his manhood, I lifted his now partially-limp
member and squeezed an opaque drop from the opening of his urethra. It
glistened in the moonlight like a large pearl. I then drug my tongue
through it, stringing a long ribbon of the sticky juice and coating my
lips. Sliding the slippery, viscose fluid around the head of his penis
with the gentle caresses of my mouth, I slowly took it deep within and
milked what was left, wishing there was more--much more--maybe even a
cupful more. Before dawn, there was much more which I ingested with great
pleasure, then once more before we checked out. I'll never forget how it
burst in my mouth and down my throat, while feeling the pulsations along
my tongue as it pumped through his urethra, just under the skin of his
huge erection.
     I never saw Charles again after that. Probably was a good thing. If
I were to run into him, I'm afraid that I wouldn't be able to resist
that which haunts my dreams, and that which I try to block from my
thoughts. Also, that which makes me come in my hand in the middle of the
night, and slither my tongue through my wet, slippery palm. Hey, don't
get me wrong. I still love women, but. . . . You know.

By Orphius
soillark@yahoo.com