Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2006 01:27:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dante M <keb_n_kamo@yahoo.com>
Subject: virginity-lost-virginity-saved

*** This is a story that contains some elements of truth. Names have been
changed and conjecture into the future has been made. This story includes
forced sexual interaction between two men. If this offends you, then what the
fuck are you doing on this site in the first place? If reading such a story
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Virginity Lost, Virginity Saved by DanteM

Bryan and I first met when we were 16 in an online fantasy/role-play world.
We didn't know what the other looked like for months into our friendship, so
we were able to build a friendship on the more important things. If it were
purely sexual, then perhaps I wouldn't be writing this. I'd wanted him based
on what I knew of his intelligence, but when we exchanged photos, everything
went south.

Don't get me wrong; he was attractive, but that was the problem. Being as
socially inept as I was at the time, I foolishly interpreted the attention he
paid me as a go-ahead to pursue something more. I nearly drove myself to
madness trying incessantly to garner his affection, but every attempt met with
rebuffs. This confused me, since I knew he liked chubby guys like myself.

Five years after we met online, we met face-to-face at a convention. He was on
the volunteer staff, so he didn't have a lot of free time. At one point, I did
manage to get a hold of him and we spoke over drinks. He hinted that I might
finally get my chance to be with him that night.

I gave him my room number and skedaddled back to my room. That was about 9 PM.
When 2 AM came around with no sign of Bryan, I gave up, shut off the light,
and went to sleep, dejected. We saw each other occasionally over the rest of
the convention, but said nothing. On the last day, I took him out to lunch and
said nothing of that night. Neither, to my chagrin, did he.

The following year, we graduated from university; his ambitions laid in medicine,
mine in accounting. When we shared said plans through instant messages, he sent
me a most unusual proposal: "You could do my taxes and I'll pay you in favors."

I couldn't believe him. That he would even suggest it after all those rejections
pissed me off. I responded: "I won't hold my breath."

His response: "Good, good, otherwise you won't be able to suck as well."

We didn't see each other again for a decade. In that time, I grew distrustful of
anyone who professed to find me attractive -- I didn't believe it myself, and
Bryan said the same thing...fat lot of good that did me. Strangely, though, I
had become driven to change the way I looked; I'd been chubby all my life and
after much hard work, my weight had changed little, but now could be attributed
to muscle rather than fat.

After I changed my name, I moved to the Chicago area and became a CPA. I had my
own office, a solid client base and everything. Then, one snowy December
afternoon, there was a knock on my door.

I was looking for a book on the shelf, so I said, "Come in," without bothering
to look at who entered.

"Eric?"

"Sorry, I don't go by that name anymore."

I turned around and saw Bryan standing there, red-cheeked and covered with snow.

I said the only thing I could think of: "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I need your help."

"Bullshit. You've never needed me for anything except making yourself feel
better."

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. "I'd like you to do my taxes."

"Get someone in your own state to do it."

"I've already had my way with all of them."

The statement was in bad taste, but what made it worse was that he might have
been telling the truth.

I shook my head in disgust. "Bryan, get out of here. How did you even find me?"

"Well, we haven't spoken in a couple of years, so I had to pester some mutual
friends of ours. Congratulations on your partnership, by the way."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, your name changed, so --"

"So? I did that to leave the old me behind."

"Then, you're not --"

"No."

"And, you're still a --"

"Yes."

"32 years old and still a virgin. How could a sexy beast like you --"

"Because of you. I wanted so very much to have you plow me that night. I wanted
to be your lover. I wanted to hold you in my arms every night and know that
there would never be anyone else for me. But *no*...that's not your style, and
how big a fool was I to pursue that fantasy, even after I came to terms with
the kind of man you are? Since you, I have shunned everyone who has ever called
me attractive in any form of the word and effectively ruined any chance I might
have had at finding happiness in someone else."

As is his way, he took this in expressionlessly, nodding at me as though I were
an angry child to be placated.

I continued quietly, trembling with rage, "And now, you show up, willing to fuck
me blind as long as I can do your taxes. Well, you're ten years too late,
Bryan."

He locked the door behind him and drew the blinds. Silently, he dropped trou
and whipped out his limp dick, stroking it to hardness. Despite my anger, I
couldn't look away. It had grown since I saw him last -- he was a scrawny man,
about 5'8" and a buck forty -- but that cock of his was about 10.5" long and
nearly the same around.

He approached me, smiling. "See, it's not all that --"

I cut him off with a hard punch to the stomach; he fell to his knees and tried
to get his wind back.

"You are not going to touch my ass. I have been coping with your constant
rejection too long to give in now. You, however, are going to get what's coming
to you."

I picked him up and bent him over my desk, leaning over him and placing my
forearm and some of my 270 pounds behind his head. The free hand undid my belt
and whipped out my cock, about 8.5" long and equally girthy. Knowing Bryan as I
did, he may have been a prodigious sperm donor to men on the eastern seaboard
and elsewhere, but he'd never let anyone back there.

My suspicions were right; when my oozing cockhead pressed against his asshole,
it was as tight as mine had been since I'd known him. If I hadn't knocked the
wind out of him, he'd have been making a lot more noise. Eventually, he got it
back, but pleasure had overtaken pain. Before I came, I pulled out of him,
pushed him to the floor and unceremoniously shot my load onto his face.

I went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and sat at my desk. Bryan sat on the floor,
speechless. He, in turn, went to the bathroom and cleaned up.

When he came back out, cock stowed safely in his trousers, he said, "Wow...so
that's what it feels like to be fucked...no wonder so many guys end up in tears
after I'm done with them."

I suppressed the rising bile in my mouth, managing a grunt.

"So, if you still want me to --"

"No, I don't. I gave that dream up years ago."

"Are you going to do my taxes?"

"Yes."

"Well, I guess I can pay you as anyone else would."

He reached for his wallet, but I stopped him and said, "No, I'll do them free of
charge."

"Even after all that, you'd do my taxes for free?"

I pointed to the camera in the ceiling, whose eye was squarely fixed on the area
around my desk.

With a grin, I said, "I've achieved more satisfaction out of that than money can
bring me."

Bryan looked furious. "If you show that to anyone --"

"Please, I'm not that heartless. No one will ever see that videotape."

I've kept my word. That tape has been stored in a safe and brought out only when
I'm in the mood for a chuckle. Bryan and I remain friends to this day, and I
remain a virgin...

...but I don't feel so bad about it now.

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