Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1999 13:41:47 PST
From: leykopygos@hotmail.com
Subject: Chuck Fucked

DISCLAIMER:  IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE OR OFFENDED BY SEXUAL ACTIVITIES BETWEEN
MEN DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.  THIS SHORT STORY IS A SEXUAL FANTASY.  THE
CHARACTERS ARE PRODUCTS OF MY IMAGINATION AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL
PERSON OR CIRCUMSTANCE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

			       CHUCK FUCKED

It must have been my sophomore year that I first really took notice of
Chuck.  We first met in seventh grade.  He was just one more new student to
me.  We were both in glee club, two of only six guys.  We were always
friendly but never really had much interaction past small talk.  Then the
first day of school came.  Schedules, the first week, were frequently
screwed.  Football players were scheduled for the wrong PE class; honor
students were in remedial classes.  My PE class was fourth period just
before lunch.  Chuck was in my class.  He wasn't supposed to be.  He was a
vocational student training to be a welder and was supposed to have this
period open for the on-the-job training.

He was still in the class the next day, which was the first day we were
getting dressed out.  I didn't pay that much attention to him while we were
getting dressed; we were on different sides of the dressing room.  When we
came back in to change one of the coaches followed us to make sure
everybody got a shower.  I was getting undressed and trying to discretely
check out every bare cock in the place.  My perusal brought me at last to
Chuck.

Chuck was the first one in our class to hit his growth spurt.  He was
six-feet tall in the ninth grade.  He was tall, with dirty blond hair, and
a clean looking country-boy face that had started to loose its baby fat and
revealed a strong, stone-like structure.  He looked like he belonged on a
mid-western farm.  But he was a southern boy and both of his parents were
blue-collar workers.  He was a tall, lanky guy, who had not yet gotten used
to his new dimensions.  His clothes were perpetually too small and he was
clumsy to the point of cute.  His easy-going manner made him popular.  He
was dating a girl two years older, and the rumor was that they had gone all
the way.

My eyes landed on Chuck just as he was straightening back up after pulling
his shorts off.  He was wearing white cotton briefs that hung low with the
weight of their burden.  I thought, he must be partly hard.  I tried to
keep my leering as surreptitious as possible, but my lust was overwhelming.
Chuck reached into his pouch to adjust his bulge then slipped his underwear
down his legs and off.  His freed cock hung soft and thick, swinging like a
pendulum in front of his low hanging balls.  The few buds I had had
encounters with were my size, five inches, or less.  His hung there like a
big piece of raw meat. It was at least six inches soft and was UNCUT!  This
was a rarity in the suburban south then.  His foreskin hung down over half
his head completely obscuring any bulge where his head met the shaft.  His
shaft was smooth with no sign of veins.  I had never seen a cock this big
before.  I knew instinctively that this was a seldom-matched piece of
goods.

He grabbed up his towel and walked right past me, his big meat swinging
seductively as he walked by.  As he neared me he said, "Jamie, you lost or
something.  Snap out of it," laughed, and headed on past me to the showers.

This had attracted the attention of my friends around me.  My face burned a
deep red.  They laughed and teased me good-naturedly.  Two of them I had
fucked around with.  They probably had a pretty good idea what had me in a
daze.  I finished getting undressed and made my way to the shower.

The showers consisted of a fifteen by fifteen cinder-block partition.
There were no windows and the only light was a single fixture in the
ceiling and the light that come over the six-foot partition.  There were
four showerheads, three of which worked.  Needless to say, there was
something of a traffic jam trying to get showered.  There were about
fifteen guys milling around waiting to get under the spray.  Chuck was in
this group.  I positioned myself so I could get my eyes full and be
discrete.  I had to use my full concentration not to pop a boner.  While I
was checking out other guys a movement out of the corner of my eye drew me
back to Chuck.  He was joking with the guy next to him.  I stared as his
hand unconsciously dropped to his crotch and grabbed the folded skin and
pulled it down over the head.  My attention was drawn back to his face by
his laugh.  He was smirking at me.

He finally got under the shower and started washing up.  He ran his hands
over his body, and down to his cock.  I swear it looked bigger.  He pulled
it upright toward the ceiling, and retracted the skin to expose the pale
pink glans.  It was bigger than my own when I was hard, and had no trace of
any flare around the rim.  It stood out no more than the girth of the shaft
like a football helmet.

I had to look away, I was becoming more excited.  God knows I didn't want
to get a hard-on in the lockerroom.  Chuck got out and started drying off,
paying a lot of attention to his cock and balls.  He pulled back and forth
on the skin a few times.  I looked back up to see him watching me.
Everyone else seemed oblivious.  He finished drying and headed back to his
locker.  At last I took my place under the cool water (the hot never lasted
long).  The cool shock instantly reduced my prick to its smallest
dimensions.

When everyone was dressed we loitered around in front of the stadium
waiting for the coach to give us permission to go lunch.  One of my blow
buddies, Matt, wandered over while no one else was near me.

"Jamie, I saw you starring at that big ol' slab of meat Chuck had?  Even
Adam, my brother, doesn't have a dick that big."  Adam was a senior and had
been making Matt suck him off and get fucked for years.  Matt had told me
Adam's dick was a lot bigger than our own.

"I bet you were doing a pretty good job of staring yourself.  I'm surprised
you even had time to notice me," I answered back.  "He wasn't circumcised
either," I added as an afterthought.

"Do you think Terri really lets him fuck her with that?"

"I'm surprised she doesn't walk funny," I quipped.

"Would you let him cornhole you?" Matt asked.

"I don't know if I could take it but I'd like to find out."

I looked up to see Chuck in a group of guys talking.  Without warning he
looked right at me.  My dick got so hard in my pants I had to cover up with
my books.


The next day Chuck's schedule had been fixed and he wasn't in our class
anymore.  That one view of his cock haunted my every hour.  I had had
secret infatuations about lots of guys over the last several years, but
nothing as powerful as the driving hunger I had for Chuck.  I had to have
him!

One day a month later, I was telling another friend, Dan, who was pretty
puss, about Chuck's monster meat.  He then told me about his study hall the
year before.  Dan had sucked off one guy, TJ, and he had told his friends
that Dan liked to suck cock.  A lot of the guys in his study hall had asked
him to blow them; guys I would love to get my lips on.  The topper was that
Chuck had offered him five dollars to come in his mouth.  Dan had become
more cautious after being exposed and told them all he didn't do that.  Of
course he was too scared of getting pounded tell them TJ had lied, which
made it pretty obvious it was true.  I had gotten stone hard while he told
me about it.  My mind was screaming, "CHUCK WANTS TO GET SUCKED."  I had to
find some way to approach him.  Finally I came up with a plan.  I would
call and proposition him in a disguised voice.  I put a sock over the
receiver and lowered my voice.

His mother answered and called him to the phone.

When he came on I asked, "Do you want a blow job?"

He thought a moment and said sure.

I asked him if he could get a car.  He said he could.

My neighborhood was being expanded and had dirt roads going out from it in
three directions.  I gave him directions to a just cut road that didn't
have any construction yet and told him to be there Sunday at three.

He answered back, "Sure Jamie, I'll be there."

My heart must have skipped ten beats.  He recognized my voice!  I tried
frantically to think of a way out.  I laughed loudly and hung up, hoping he
would think it was someone else trying to frame me.

I had a restless night due to the warring feelings of anticipation and
fear.


The next day at school an older girl I knew came up.  "I hear you've been
playing on the phone."

I wanted to sink into the pavement.  Everyone knew.  I pretended to be
completely in the dark and denied everything.  Later, in Glee Club I went
up to Chuck.  "What's this about me calling you on the phone?"

"Hey, you're the one who called ME, you should know all the details."

I strongly denied it and said someone must be playing a joke on us.  He
actually seemed to accept this but as I walked away he said, "It sure did
sound like you."

"Chuck I swear it wasn't," I protested.


Every Winter the glee club went to statewide meet where all the schools
performed and judged.  This year it was being held at a college two hundred
and fifty miles away.  It was a two-day affair and was too far to drive
back and forth.  We would be staying in a motel two nights.  They told us
to pair off with whomever we wanted to room with.  Two of the guys were
brothers, so they paired off; and two others were lifelong best friends,
and they paired off.

Chuck looked at me and said, "I guess that leaves us.  That okay with you?"

"Sure!" I said.  Not believing my luck.  I might actually get to see his
big slab of tubesteak again.


We had to be at school at six that Friday morning because we were scheduled
to perform at eleven.  All the other guys sought out a girl to share their
seat on the bus.  I sat with a good friend (girl) and some of her friends
and we played spades.  I was so anxious I couldn't concentrate.  I played
spades out of turn and lost tricks I should have won.

Beth, whom I had known since grade school, looked at me.  "What is wrong
with you?  I have never seen you this jittery and out of it."

"What do you mean?" I replied, trying to sound casual.

"What do I MEAN?" she asked pointedly with a laugh.  "You're playing cards
like a beginner and your foot is shaking so hard you're about to bounce me
off the seat."

I looked down at my knee and it was pumping nervously.  "I guess I'm just a
little nervous about performing."


When we arrived at the motel that afternoon we were assigned our rooms. The
girls were on the ground floor and the guys were upstairs.  Chuck got our
key.  I grabbed my bags from the bus and followed him up.  I walked into
the room to see Chuck throwing his bags on the twin bed closest to the
bathroom.  I was relieved and disappointed about the bed situation, but
knew this was best.

We ate at a nearby pizza place and played some pinball. All the guys were
trying to figure out how to sneak some of the more loose girls into their,
and our, rooms.  God forbid.

Fortunately, when we got back to the motel, the chaperones were very
diligent and saw to it there was no hanky-panky.  They declared that
nine-thirty was curfew and no one was to be moving around without a
life-threatening emergency.

Chuck and I watched TV and shot-the shit for an hour or so then he started
to get ready for bed.

"Do you want a shower?" he asked.

"Naw, I'll get one in the morning."

He stuck his nose to his armpit, making me unexpectedly jealous and more
horny.  "Well, I'm pretty rank.  I think I'll get one now."  He put his
suitcase on the dresser opposite the foot of the beds right next to the TV.
He pulled his sweatshirt over his head baring his lean, fit torso and sat
on the foot of his bed and took off his shoes and socks.  He stood back up
facing the door.  He pulled off his belt then started undoing his pants.  I
had the perfect seat for the show.  I could seem to be watching TV but
actually ogle him stripping.  My dick got rock hard instantly.  He took off
his pants and stood there in his Hanes's scratching his balls.  He had been
wearing them all day and they were stretched and hung low.  He pulled his
shaving kit from his suitcase.  Just when I thought he was going into the
bathroom in his jockeys he stuck his hand in the waistband, slipped them
down to his knees and stepped out of them.  I had anticipated this for so
long I was breathless. I had never seen a hard-on as big as his floppy
member was now. It looked even longer and thicker than in the lockerroom.
Then it had hung limply down.  Now it seemed to jut forward a little and
then down.  He stood there absent-mindedly rubbing his skin over the head
of his cock as he folded and put away his discarded clothes.  I don't know
what kept me from blowing a load right there.  Then he turned and went to
the sink, which was at the end of our room.  He brushed his teeth and then
went in the bathroom leaving the door open.  I saw his dirty briefs sitting
on his suitcase.  I had never considered underwear by itself a turn on, but
I wanted my nose buried in the crotch of his.  I got up and walked over to
the sink eyeing first his freshly worn jockeys and then looking into the
bathroom to see if he could see me.  I could barely see the crest of his
head over the shower curtain.

I crept back and picked up his underwear.  They weren't even cold yet.  I
lifted the crotch up to my nose and sniffed.  The aroma of teenage crotch
sweat intoxicated me.  I opened them and cradled my face in the inside of
the crotch.  My tongue snaked out and pulled the white cotton into my
mouth.  I was rewarded with a pubic hair in my teeth.  I could die happy.
I was abruptly halted by the sound of the water being turned off.  I
returned the shorts to his suitcase and quietly got back on my bed.

I heard the shower curtain pulled back.  A minute later he stepped back
into the room his head covered in the towel still drying off.  His cock and
balls dangled wildly in front of him.  It looked even a little plumper and
less flaccid than before.  I wondered if he had beaten off in the shower.
He wrapped the towel around his waist and went back to the sink to comb his
hair.

He went to his suitcase and pulled out the same briefs I had had my face
buried in.  With his back to me he dropped the towel and pulled them on,
but then paused.  "These are wet!  I didn't realize I had been sweating
this much."  He slipped them back off and threw them back into his
suitcase.

He walked over to the thermostat.  "Do you care if I turn up the heat a
bit?  It's a little cool in here and my hair's still damp."

"Sure, make yourself comfortable."

"While we're on the subject of comfort, will it bother you if I sleep in
the raw?  I can't stand to be bound up."  He said as he neared the bed.

"No problem."  I stammered.

He pulled back the covers.  His pendulous hose swung there limp.  It had
shriveled back up to the size it had been in the lockerroom.  He had been
swollen when he undressed for his shower.  He plopped down on the bed and
pulled the sheet up over him.  I couldn't believe I would be sleeping here
with object of my heated lust naked just a few feet away.

"Well, I guess it's my turn."  I put my suitcase on a small luggage rack
near the sink.  I opened it and pulled out my toiletries out.  I washed my
face, brushed my teeth and went into the bathroom to pee.  I went back into
the room and sat on the side of the bed facing away from Chuck and pulled
my clothes off.  Not wanting to be different I too stripped to the skin.  I
turned my head around and said good night to Chuck.  I pulled the covers
back and got in bed facing away from him.

Soon Chuck was breathing deeply.  I didn't know how I was going to fall
asleep.  The lights outside the room were really bright. Even with the
heavy curtains drawn it was still light enough to see clearly.  The heater
was making lots of noise.  Of course my worst problem was the way my mind
was racing and my one-eyed-wonder was throbbing.  My imagination was
running wild with thoughts of my roomie's fat schlong.  I wanted it so bad,
and there I was not even able to beat off.

I don't know how long I lay there trying to calm down.  Chuck seemed to be
out but he sure was a restless sleeper.  He flipped and flopped around
almost as much as I was.  I turned over to face him and watch him sleep.
He was on his back and had pulled the covers all the way down to his waist.
He looked incredible.  I lay there drinking in his young masculine beauty.
He didn't have the sculpted physique that guys today curry, but he was lean
and hard from physical labor and sports.  The sheet was mounded up over his
privates.  I thought one time I saw it flex but it may have been a trick of
the eye or wishful thinking.  He started thrashing around in the bed again,
and kicked the covers until they had slipped down to bare his pubes.  He
had my full attention.  I must have stared for thirty minutes or so until
he had another spate of kicking, which ended with the top of the sheet
midway down his thigh.  His big tool laid there exposed, draped down his
left thigh.  I wanted it so bad.  It lured me, called to me, and tempted
me.  Fortunately my good sense and fear had the upper hand.  I would have
to content myself with the view.  Suddenly it gave a little quiver and
seemed to stretch and moved down his left leg a bit.  My eyes must have
been as big as saucers, as ogled his fat cock in the dim light.  I watched
it move again, further out and down his leg.  It definitely had grown and
showed no sign of stopping.  (I was unaware of the nocturnal habits of male
appendages at this point in my youth.  I had no idea every guy got multiple
woodys during the night.)  As it grew it lifted off his leg and flopped
onto his left pelvis toward me.  It was easily eight inches long and two
inches across and continued to grow.  I was drooling.  I had never wanted
anything this bad.  I coughed to see if he would awaken.  His only response
was his cock, which stiffened and jumped before my eyes.  I had to get
closer.  I quietly pulled back the covers and got to the floor between the
beds.  His breathing never wavered.  I crept over to his bedside.  His cock
pulsed again and reared itself off his hip into the air and back.  I
couldn't believe I hadn't died.  His massive club now stretched several
inches further than my hand from wrist to longest finger and was as big
around as my wrist.  The foreskin had retreated back off his head and
pulled in tight wrinkles at the top of the shaft.  My fantasies had never
conjured up anything that huge.  It was so hard it lay there pulsed with
the beat of his heart.  It twitched again.  It was like it was beckoning
me.  I stealthily reached my right hand out and touched it lightly.  It
jerked in response, but Chuck's breathing remained steady.  It lifted again
and I slipped my hand under it so it fell back into my open palm.  My heart
was in my throat but Chuck slept on.  I watched as I slid my open hand up
and down the back of his back big salami slipping the flexible skin over
the head.  I closed my fist around his rigid fuck pole.  My fingers
wouldn't even meet around it. It throbbed hotly in my loose grasp but Chuck
was still undisturbed.  I couldn't believe I was holding him in my fist.
Unconsciously, my head was drawing nearer and nearer.  My lips were only
fractions of an inch away when my tongue flicked out to lick the tip.
There was a salty drop of precum on his piss-slit that coated my tongue
like nectar.  I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his head.  His
hard tube-steak throbbed and pushed forward a little.  I was in ecstasy,
light-headed.  I open my mouth wider and pushed further down onto his bat.
I slurped up and down the upper part of his dick several times as it pulsed
in my straining aperture.  Chuck groaned lightly and said, "You can
probably do that better if you get down between my legs."

I nearly choked.  I was caught!


Part II

He's going to kill me I thought.  I pulled my head up free and fell back
against my bed and bumped my head with an audible thump. I knew I was going
to have a big knot where I hit.  Chuck was out of bed and at my side in an
instant.  I drew back afraid he was going to beat me to a pulp.  He turned
the light on.  The expression on his face was amused, concern.

I began to apologize profusely, but Chuck just waved me off.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, at least physically."

"What do you mean?!"

"Are you going to tell the whole school about this?"  I asked.

"No!  I'm not gonna tell anybody.  Look I'm sorry about the phone thing.  I
was an immature jerk."

"I was stupid to even pull that stunt and you've been great about it ever
since."

"I've felt pretty guilty about blabbing."

I stared down at the carpet.  "Look, I'm sorry I woke you.  It won't happen
again.  Could we just go back to sleep and forget this ever happened?"

"I haven't been asleep yet and can't go to sleep until my dick gets
satisfied.  It isn't satisfied yet."  He answered.  I looked down at the
telephone pole in his lap.  No it didn't look satisfied.  He slipped his
hand down to stroke his powerful cock a few times while I watched.

"You mean you were awake the entire time?"

"Yep.  I figured if you saw my big wang over here jumping, you'd have to
take a taste."

He had set me up.  "Does this mean you like guys?"  I asked.

"Hell no!"  He answered excitedly.  "I just can't get a girl to go down on
me.  Hell, Terri's the first one to let me fuck her. In fact she's the
first one that hasn't run away shrieking.  I saw you eyeing me in the
shower, then the phone call, I knew you wanted it in the best way."

He rose up and squatted on the balls of his feet with my head between his
spread legs.  His blood engorged, inflexible rod pointed right at my mouth.
"You still want it don't you?" he asked coaxingly.

Damn straight I still wanted it.  He leaned forward, braced himself with
his right hand, and thrust his hip forward some.  His fat love muscle
loomed in my face like an approaching blimp.  I reached up and grasp it.  I
slowly pumped my fist up and down the shaft and watched the foreskin cover
and retract from the skin.  This was my first uncut dick.  I wanted to
explore it thoroughly.  It flexed in my hand in reacting to my worshipful
ministrations.  Eagerly, Chuck pushed his pelvis closer.  Another clear
bead of juice had formed on the head again.  I guided his rounded cap to my
lips and smeared them with his gooey precum.  I lifted his cock upright and
darted my tongue out to graze his hairy, low-hangers.  He groaned with
pleasure.  I cradled his left ball on my tongue and tenderly drew in into
my mouth.

"Oh, god.  That is great.  Nobody's ever done that to me before.  You're
making me weak."  He said with a catch in his voice.  I slathered his sack
with spit and gently sucked on his nuts, while he encouraged me.  "Yeah
suck my balls!  What a sweet mouth you have.  Wash my nut sack with that
sweet mouth."  I continued slowly stroking his rod while I sucked.  His
balls pulled up tight against his body, and he groaned loudly.  His cock
erupted and sprayed cum on my bed and my head.

He fell back and collapsed on the floor in front of me.  I can't remember
that I was ever more disappointed.  I got up and went to the sink to clean
up.

"Jamie, that was incredible.  You have one hot mouth," he called to me.

"It was my pleasure.  Just let me know anytime.  We'll work something out."

I walked back over to the bed and looked down at him.  He had pulled
himself up to sit on the side of his bed.  His fuckstick rose proudly from
his hand.  He was still hard.

He smiled up at me and said, "How about now?"

I was on my knees licking his stiff pole before I even had time to think
about it.  His cock jumped and jerked as my tongue traveled up and down its
length.  It had such a smooth silken texture on my tongue.  The skin was
stretched tight around the girth of his bloated shaft that a tracery of
tiny veins showed through, but had more than ample slack in its length to
slide easily. It was truly round, not ovoid like most guys' cocks.  The cum
tube was barely apparent making its way up his blue-steel boner.  I
lovingly worked my way down past his man eggs to the sensitive ridge of
skin between his butt and his balls.  He started moaning and flopped his
head around wildly, and then I made my way back up to his rounded head.  I
reached up and slid his sheath back over his knob and held it there while I
ran my tongue around inside.  He put his hands on the back of my head and
gently pressed me down onto him.  I had no intention of refusing and let
his firm hands guide me.  I opened wide and took about four inches of his
full prong into my mouth.

"Oh, yeah, Jamie, suck on my big dick.  That's great."

For several minutes I worked on just the upper half of his bone, getting it
good and sloppy-wet.  I gradually became more adventuresome driving my head
further down on his rod.  It was so big around I thought it would rip my
throat apart, then another inch slid in.  I was fighting hard to overcome
my gag reflex.  He gasped loudly.  His obvious pleasure spurred on my
efforts.  I focused on relaxing my throat and I tried to ride it up and
down in my throat.  It was too much.  I pulled off gagging.

"Are you okay?"  He asked, truly concerned.

"I'm fine.  You're just a lot more than a mouthful."

"I can't believe you could do that.  You had two-thirds to three-quarters
of it.  I can't tell you how good it felt when I slipped into your throat.
I don't see how you could take me that deep."

"It's called desire and willpower; just mind over matter.  Of course you
have a lot more matter than I ever dreamed of." I grinned and grasped his
dick to emphasize the point.  "Then again I have tons of desire and
willpower."

"You must."

"Chuck, as much as you are getting your rocks off, doesn't even approach
the charge I'm getting doing you."

Without pause, I rammed my head back down on his cock.  I had less
resistance this time.  I shoved down until I could feel him back in my
throat.  I carefully pushed a little further, drawing a long "aaah" from
Chuck.  I pulled it back out in to my mouth then pressed back down
stretching my distend pipe.  Suddenly he bucked his hips propelling the
remainder of his massive into my esophagus.  My nose mashed into his pubes.
My wind was cut off.  My gag reflex was firing heavy.  In panic I pulled
off spluttering.

"Jamie, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that.  I lost control."

When I had regained my composure I told him it was alright just to let me
take the lead until I was used to it.

I took him just into my mouth and started suctioning hard.  I set up an
alternating rhythm of shallow throat fucking and that strong vacuum on the
head and upper shaft in his mouth.  I can't even describe the rush
overwhelming my senses.  I was exhilarated that I could actually accomplish
it.  I had wanted beat off so much over the past few months fantasizing
about Chuck, wondering how big his hard cock would be.  It was so much more
than I had dreamed, and now I was gorging on its magnificent hardness.  The
eroticism had my cock so hard it hurt as it jerked excitedly.  My
enthusiasm got the best of me and I thrust my head down on him.  I pulled
back an inch and then embedded my nose back in his clean smelling crotch.
My lungs were about to explode from lack of oxygen.  I abruptly pulled off
to catch my breath.  It was so tight I thought my esophagus was coming out
with his cock.  I caught my breath and lunged back down full length on his
on thick pole.  He spasmodically jabbed at my throat.  It was too much.  I
pulled off and ran to the toilet retching.

When I came back no amount of concentration could quiet my gag reflex.  My
battered throat was just too tender.  I could see he was disappointed.  I
felt like a tease, but maybe.."

"Do you want to cornhole me?"  I asked hopefully.

"I--I don't know," he answered.  "You know I'm not a fag.  That seems awful
queer to me."  I knew he didn't mean anything bad by his remarks.
Stonewall had only happened a few years earlier and `gay' was not a word
that had filtered down to Middle America yet.  There wasn't any polite way
to say it.

"Look, Chuck, it's gonna take some practice before I can bring you off in
my mouth.  My hole is tight, warm, slick, willing and HERE.  The only other
option is a hand job.  It's your choice."

"I don't know," he said hesitantly.  I thought it was a good sign that his
cock was jumping at the thought.  He had to be horny as hell.

"Your balls are about to burst with cum.  Nobody's ever going to know about
it.

"Well..."

I had to convince him!  "When you're horny isn't any hole better than none?
Besides, my butt has got to be tighter than any pussy.  It's surrounded by
muscle.  No matter how sweet you think a girl's soft twat is, or how turned
on it makes you they don't have that, and they're not here."

"Do you really think you can take it?  It killed me when the doctor put his
finger in mine."  Actually most of my previous partners had cum almost as
soon as they had the head in me, or still had little boy dicks.

"I've been fucked a few times before, though they were all my size or
smaller.  It hurts but I still love it."

Chuck looked thoughtful.  "Who's by?"

"None of your business," I snapped, a little peeved.

He laughed.  "Hey man, I'm sorry it just popped in my head."  I felt the
tide turning in my favor.

"How often?"

"Maybe ten times since the fifth grade."  This was true.  I had been fucked
but the opportunities were rare, even with the guys I trusted.

"What do we do?"  He was up for it.  I couldn't believe my luck.

I didn't want him to have time to change his mind.  I answered quickly.  "I
didn't think to bring anything to slick me up but shampoo.  I really don't
want to use that.  I guess spit will have to do."

"I've got some Vaseline I brought to keep my lips from chapping."  Chuck
chimed in.  Now that he had made his decision he became more enthusiastic.

"Great!  Vaseline is the best."

He jumped up, his heavy hanging cock leading the way, and got it from his
shaving kit.  I reached in and slathered up his big dick with a glob then
smeared it around my hole.  Even though I wanted this I was still
apprehensive.  I was trembling with excitement and fear.  I laid face down
on my bed.  (I had never fucked any position except missionary.)  I looked
back and said, "Go slow and easy."

He grabbed his tree-branch-sized member and crawled on top of my back.  I
sucked in my breath as he placed his dick between my cheeks and pressed
forward.  He aimed too low and it slid down between my legs.

Chuck groaned.  "Reach back and guide me."  He ordered.

I gripped his humongous butt reamer and lined it up with my tight,
quivering hole.  He drove forward.  My clenched opening would not give.

He was rock hard from cock rubbing in my crack.  "Boy, you are tight.
Relax and spread your legs.  See if that helps."

I complied eagerly.  He wasn't the only one getting turned on by the
contact.  I was hungry with lust to get him inside me.  I clinched my
cheeks around his cock and he flexed his rod in answer.  Still directing
his dick with my hand, I spread my legs open wide and tried to relax my
sphincter.  He shoved forward.  I felt the aperture give some.  Pain surged
through my body.  I grit my teeth and growled.  He didn't even have the
head in yet and it was already worse than I imagined.  I had to be crazy to
want more.  Unfortunately, I was still too tight to get more penetration.
He pushed and pushed and nothing happened.  With were both dripping sweat
from our efforts.

He pulled back.  "How about trying it doggy style?  I've done that with
Terri a few times."

"You've fucked Terri in the butt?" I asked.

"Hell no, you goose, in the pussy."

"Well what the hell is doggy style."

"Get on your hands and knees," he instructed.

I obeyed and he got behind me.  He aimed his big probe at my puckered
sphincter and firmly pushed forward.  I felt the tight ring start to open.
Abruptly he popped through.  I yelped, pulled off, and flung myself down on
the bed, writhing in pain.

"I'm sorry, man.  Are you going to be okay?"

My butt was one burning mass of pain. I didn't see how I could do this, but
the aborted attempt just had me hotter.  "Yeah, just give me a minute."  I
got up and pulled his dirty Hanes' from his bag.

"What do you want those for?  He asked.

"I need something to bite down on when you shove that beautiful fence post
in." When the agony had subsided I re-assumed the position.

"Are you sure you want to do this?  I could just beat off."

"I'll be damned!  I want you to fuck me."  I answered.  I felt his firm,
spongy head pushing at my back door.  I wadded up his sweet smelling briefs
and stuck them in my mouth.  As inhaled his intoxicating crotch perfume his
mammoth battering ram unyieldingly pried my asslips apart.  I nearly passed
out when my tight ring of muscle surrendered to his searing poker.  The
pangs shot up my body and exploded in my head.  Every fiber of my being
screamed for escape.  Tears streamed down my face.  It was a good thing I
had his briefs to muffle my screams.  I buried my head in the pillow, bit
down hard and willed myself to take it.  I could feel his throbbing pole
collared in the entrance to my rectum.

Aware of the agony he was inflicting Chuck said, "This is killing you.  I'm
going to pull out."

In panic that I was about to lose this dreamt of agony, I grit my teeth and
shoved back against him.  He burst through the inner ring as I impaled my
self full-length on his log.  I felt internal organs shoved aside as he
straightened out the untouched depths of my channel.  His curly patch of
hair scratched against my cheeks.  I expected it to push into my throat any
moment.  Stars and lightning lit up my brain.

Chuck began to pull out.  "You can't take this," he declared.

I reached behind me and firmly grasped his hips, pulling his hot iron back
in.  I spit the briefs from my mouth.  "No!"  I ordered.  "I love the
pain."  Gasping breaths wracked my chest as I attempted to adjust to his
ass spreading girth.  I buried my nose

[Ed. SUBMISSION TRUNCATED]