Date: Wed, 14 Jan 1998 03:48:06 -0500
From: Jamie Anderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: Teamwork

Billy was bored. As Billy had a very short attention span it was quite
understandable. He was at a gay party and there was no one there that
he fancied. Billy was a professional football (USA read soccer)
player, and had been one for 2 whole months. The job taxed Billy's
mental abilities to the full. Billy was "Intellectually Challenged",
as the Politically Correct Prats would phrase it. Although he was
unaware of the cause of it, the truth was he had suffered minimal
brain damage at birth.

Billy was also slightly short on stature too. At 5 foot 2 inches he
looked up to most people and down on few. Apart from these two defects
Billy was pretty good. He did not see being black as a handicap. He
had a well muscled body, cheeky smile and a cheerful disposition. In
fact he always reminded you of someone's younger bother who always
tagged along with kids a bit too old for him. He also possessed a sort
of animal cunning that he used well to cover his disabilities.

Up until 2 months ago football had been Billy's only love. Strangely
enough getting a place on the team was what introduced Billy to a far
greater love, Mike. Mike was exactly the opposite of Billy in almost
every way. He was tall, blond, intelligent with a very insular
disposition. He also avoided Billy like the plague, in fact in the
entire two months Billy had only seen Mike naked in the showers once.

When Billy had got a place on the team he had been provided with an
apartment in the same building as Mike. He had briefly been in Mike's
one. All he got to know about Mike was, he was obsessively tidy.

The cigarette smoke was beginning to build up in the lounge and Billy
slipped quietly into the kitchen. He didn't notice a new arrival,
however the newcomer had a good look at Billy.

Den always arrived late at parties. He was just entering the rather
blue air of the lounge when he saw a cute looking little black number
leaving by the other door. He waited a few minutes chatting idly to
one of the hosts, then he followed silently into the kitchen.

There he found the boy bent over rummaging in the fridge for a beer.
"He certainly has a nice ass." thought Den making the most of the
opportunity to gaze at the lad. Like many Negroes Billy had two
beautiful round buns.

"Was the smoke too much for you too?" Den inquired causing the boy to
jump.

Den introduced himself and began chatting the kid up. With in a short
time he realised a couple of things, the lad was not very bright, and
his sole topic of conversation was football. As this was a subject
that did not interest Den the conversation began to lag badly. Then he
discovered that the boy had another love, so they discussed Mike.

Billy realised that he was being chatted up. The guy was quite good
looking but at 35, he was a bit older than any man Billy had made it
with. Den obviously had the hots for him as he was moving closer, he
was just about to touch Billy when it happened.

"So you are sure that this Mike fellow is straight?", said Den.

There was an odd echo quality to Den's voice as he said it. It was
like having two radios tuned to the same station, you hear the same
thing twice, but they are slightly different. Then something appeared
to be forming in the room, a third being, Billy looked puzzled.

Den said "Oh shit! I didn't meant to do that - I'm sorry - it was an
accident", and with that everything went back to normal.

"What was it you were doing?" Billy asked, but the host of the party
had entered the kitchen and Den put his finger to his lips and
silenced Billy's questions. Then he bent forwards and whispered in
Billy's ear, "Would you like to come back to my place for coffee?"

Billy gestured to Den who bent down so that Billy could whisper his
reply, "How about we go back to your place and fuck like rabbits?"

This creased Den up and soon they were in his rather expensive car
driving through the night.

When they got home Den soon had them both stripped and led the way to
the shower. There, as they washed each other, they got to know each
other's body. Billy was really rather a catch was Den's thoughts.
Whilst Billy was impressed at how good Den looked in the buff.

Foreplay was all but over by the time they dried and got to the bed.
Den wasted no time in getting Billy face down with his legs spread
whilst he rimmed him. As he was expert at the task Billy was soon
begging to be fucked.

Den insisted on fingering him and drove him to greater heights. Next
he lubbed the boy, coated his own dick with KY and was getting ready
to enter when Billy suddenly rolled over and said, "What happened in
the kitchen?"

Den froze. "Forget that. It was an accident." he said, just a bit too
hurriedly.

"No I want to know, do it again." insisted Billy.

The argument went on for several minutes and Billy sensed that Den was
weakening. Eventually Den said "OK, but just until tomorrow morning."

Billy looked excited and Den said "Why do I give in?" 

The pseudo echo was back in his voice. Something quietly formed, Billy
could not see it but he could fully sense it was there.

It looked at Den and sighed. "Dear me. You did it again, didn't you?
Another one night stand I suppose?"

Den's cheeks burned red. He nodded and said, "Well he did insist." 

This time Billy noticed two things, there was no echo, and Den's lips
never moved when he spoke. 

"Who's he?" asked Billy totally in awe.

It turned its attention to Billy, "Den calls me the Gestalt. He has
linked your mind to his. The echo you were so puzzled by was you
hearing his thoughts and his words. When you link with someone a
`Gestalt' is created, it is a presence that is the sum of both of your
minds. And as such, the whole is greater than the sum of the parts."

Billy didn't really notice that he totally understood the explanation
without anything having to be repeated.

The Gestalt continued, "As long as you two remain linked, I exist, and
as long as you remain linked you share everything with Den. You may
see through his eyes. Feel what he feels. Hear what he hears. Which
makes for a really fantastic fuck! Now be a good boy and roll over
onto your tum."

To Billy's surprise he did just that. "You can control me?", Billy
sounded worried.

The Gestalt laughed and said, "You didn't listen, I am you! Both you
and Den want to fuck. So I must also want you to fuck, therefore when
I tell you to roll over it is really part of you that wants to roll
over, so you do it. Now pull your ass cheeks apart and let Den get
into you."

Again Billy's body obeyed the strange being. What happened next was
beyond Billy's belief. Den began to slowly enter Billy and as the
Gestalt had predicted he could feel the head of Den's prick slide into
him, but he could also feel what Den was feeling, a tight warm ass
slowly enveloping a cock.

As he could feel both sides Billy moved his ass into the perfect
position for Den to fuck him. Billy liked being held by the hips when
he was being fucked so Den's hands automatically moved to that
position.

Both Billy and Den liked long deep strokes so that was no problem.
Billy however liked short burst of rough fucking and in previous fucks
the other party would either not fuck him hard enough, or fuck him to
hard or to long. Den now gave Billy exactly the right amount.

When Billy needed a change in position Den managed to get him onto his
back with his legs round Den's neck without even taking his cock out
of his ass.

In this position he could use Den's eyes to watch himself being
fucked. It was interesting to see the look of lust on his face. Now he
knew exactly why men wanted to fuck him. Christ this was the fuck of a
lifetime. Billy wondered what it would be like when Den had an orgasm
and Den began to fuck in earnest.

Billy was almost going into sensual overload. Den was close to his
climax and was resisting going over the edge. Billy could feel that
Den's cock was already leaking cum into him. Then Den gave a groan and
let go pretence of control.

The cock in Billy's ass jumped and shot wad after wad of cum. Billy
could feel it shoot out of Den's cock and he could feel is pump into
him. Suddenly he realised that he to was cuming. His load was hitting
Den on the chest and as he watched it began to drip down on him.

About here all rational thought stopped for Billy. He gave himself up
totally to the feral lust of the act of orgasm. 

The next thing he remembered was a limp cock being pulled out his ass
and the feeling of infinite regret that it was over. It had made any
previous fuck seem as about as interesting as a wank. This was the
ONLY way to have sex.

About 20 minutes later Billy was enjoying the sensation of giving Den
the perfect blow job. He could feel what it was like when his throat
clutched Den's cock as he deep throated him. He could also enjoy the
sensation of gently scratching Den's nuts.

Just when Billy wanted it Den reached out, firmly gripped Billy's head
and began to fuck his face. Again he could feel the orgasm begin to
build in Den. Just as Den came he stopped pumping and held his cock
with the head in Billy's mouth. The cock jumped and Billy's mouth was
suddenly filled with cum. He sucked and the cock jumped again
rewarding Billy with another wad of cum.

The cum was oozing out of the corners of Billy's mouth and running
down his chin before Den released him and he could at last swallow the
load.

Billy had managed not to shoot this time and when Den rolled over
Billy had the urge to mount him. Billy thought it was strange because
he never went on top. He watched, slightly amazed as his fingers
expertly loosened up Den. Then he lubbed Den and himself as though he
had done it every day.

Den held himself open and Billy watched as his cock slowly vanish into
Den's ass. The dual feeling was again intense. Billy knew that Den
liked it rough, but he was slightly surprised at how rough. He found
himself fucking like a wild beast smashing his cock home with all his
might.

He was also surprised how Den melded the pain and pleasure into one
incredibly intense feeling, so intense that he that he only saw his
own orgasm approaching at the last moment. Far too late to stop, but
just in time to be enjoyed. For the first time in his life he savoured
the feeling of filling a fellow man with his seed. God it felt good to
pump it in. Eventually an exhausted Billy slowly rolled of Den and
onto the bed.

"My, my Billy. you go like a little two-stroke once you get started",
said the Gestalt.

Billy suddenly realised that not a word, verbally or mentally, had
passed since he had been told to spread his butt cheeks. Everything
had been done as it was needed.

Billy said "God I feel fucked! I've never had a session like this
before!"

The Gestalt smiled and said, "The night is young and if I am the judge
of anything you will be walking all funny in the morning. Remember I
know all about Den."

And the Gestalt was correct Billy ha four glorious orgasms and Den
presented Billy with his load five times before they slipped into
the arms of Morpheus and slept late into the following day.

Billy never went to a party unless he had a free day the next morning.
So when he woke there was no rush. He lay remembering the whole of the
last night and marvelled at it. The world seemed a brighter place,
there were things that Billy had never noticed before. Billy was at
last playing with a full deck.

With his mind he reached out and touched Den's mind. Den was sound
asleep so Billy got up and wandered into the kitchen to make
breakfast. Den's mind supplied all the locations and soon he was
sitting eating a hearty breakfast whilst he thumbed through the
morning newspaper.

He could sense the Gestalt's presence and he could also sense mild
amusement. He had just read his fourth story in the paper when it hit
him, he was reading! He wasn't pretending to read, he wasn't
struggling to make words out of jumbles of letters, he was just
glancing at the word and its meaning was right there in his head!

The Gestalt chuckled softly and said, "I wondered how long it would be
before you noticed. Den can read, so you can read too. For the first
time in Den's life he understands football. Tell me, what do you think
of Opera?"

Billy was about to say he new absolutely nothing about Opera when he
realised that not only knew a lot, he was a great Opera fan. It sort
of made him shiver.

The Gestalt said, "Anything that you borrow from Den's mind will be
retained in your mind. So all the words that you read this morning you
will always be able to recognise."

Thus when Den rose an hour later he found Billy working his way
through his modest library at a respectable rate.

After breaking his fast Den took Billy into the shower and they had
all the fun of washing each other. Then he leaned Billy up against the
wall facing away from him, lifted Billy off his feet and lowered him
onto a raging hard on.

Billy imagined it was Mike that was holding him and Den caught the
thought and followed it backwards until he knew how Billy felt about
Mike, he shuddered. Billy wished to be owned body and soul by Mike.
Den was attracted and at the same time repelled by the concept, so he
got back to the job in hand and entered Billy fully.

This was a new position for Billy, held in the air and fucked. He felt
deliciously helpless. In a mirror he could see a side view and when
Den looked down through his eyes Billy could watch the cock driving
into him. All this made Billy hot, which in turn made Den hot.

This upwards spiral could not last forever and Billy was the first to
lose control, his semen hit the wall and he got to feel what it was
like to fuck someone who was cuming. That was what took Den over the
edge and once more he filled Billy's eager ass with his seed.

Sometime later they were sitting in Den's car outside Billy's
apartment building. Billy was still in a bit of a daze and had not
really thought things through. He was about to leave the car when he
asked, "So when do I see you again?"

There was a long pause and it was the Gestalt who answered, "You
don't!"

Billy felt physically winded and went quite pale. "Don't?" he managed
to gasp.

The Gestalt again took up the job of explaining, "A mind link is very
addictive, if Den remind linked with you for much longer he would not
have enough willpower to break the link and the two of you would
remain linked for life. Nice as you are, to him you are only a one
night stand."

Billy's grief was so great that he was speechless.

Den spoke, there was no emotion as he said to the Gestalt, "Adieu! The
sooner it is done the better."

The Gestalt answered with a touch of wry humour, "Adieu? Adieu? Don't
you mean Au revoir? Sooner or later another one night stand will come
along and you'll give in and I'll be back. Maybe the next time it will
be a lover. So I wish you Au revoir, Den"

The Gestalt had just enough time to say "And au revoir to you too,
Billy." then Den broke the link and slumped over the wheel and the
Gestalt disappeared as silently as it had arrived.

For Billy it was like the world ending. All the sparkling brilliance
that had been there from the evening before vanished. Once more Billy
was stupid, but what was infinitely worse he was now fully aware of
how much he was missing. A massive depression hit Billy and he dived
out of the car and rushed into the building blinded by his tears. His
life would never be the same and he knew that his chances of finding
someone with the ability to link minds was impossibly small. Thus he
did not dwell on the significance of the Gestalt's parting words.

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Mike stepped naked from the shower and began towelling himself dry. He
was about 6 foot 3, of Nordic stock, that is, blond, built like a
tank, and hung. However he had a "problem".

The problem was getting worse every day. He had once been the master
of his problem, able to control it, now it was getting the upper hand
and Mike fully knew why.

Mike's problem was manifesting itself as a massive hardon that was
just begging for an orgasm. To most men this would have been a simple
and pleasant task to deal with. Unfortunately some hideous monsters
had tampered with Mike's mind when he was young and warped it. 

This left Mike in a quandary. If he jacked off he would have a massive
guilt trip about committing a dreadful sin and spending eternity in
Hell for it. On the other hand if he did nothing the bloody hardon
would stay and he would have sex on his mind until he did jack off.

Briefly the cause of his lust drifted across his mind and all on its
own his hand wrapped itself round his cock. He thought of Billy, naked
in the shower. Those beautiful black buns, that trim little body,
those soft lips. He realised his hand was beginning to move and with a
mighty effort of will he halted its progress.

The worst part of his predicament was he and Billy meshed together
perfectly on the football field. Naturally the trainer noticed and now
the worked as a two man squad within the team.

Avoiding Billy in the shower was becoming more difficult each time he
did it. If he were ever to get into the shower with Billy his secret
would be out, there for all to see, a very large erection!

His mind's eye once more conjured up the image of Billy in the shower,
Mike's hand once more began to move and now his willpower was not up
to restraining it.

At this point Mike was literally saved by the bell, the door bell as
it happened, and judging by the way it was being rung the building was
on fire. He got into his towelling dressing gown and hurried to the
door.

As he opened it a smaller body dived through as though it was pursued
by the hounds of Hell and wrapped itself round Mike, hugging him
tightly and sobbing loudly. All Mike could do was close the door.

The root cause of his loss of control, and object of sinful lust was
in his arms. Mike tried to comfort the boy and get some sense out of
him. But all he got was the constantly repeated phrase, "It's gone,
gone!"

Mike was also painfully aware that his gown was open at the front and
his erection was pressed against Billy's abdomen, there was no way he
could pretend it wasn't there. To his horror he found that his hands
were on those stunning buns of Billy, he was caressing Billy and Billy
didn't seem to mind.

Billy was so distraught that he was not actually conscious of what he
was doing. Once more he reached out with his mind to where Den had
been, he knew it was useless, but again he tried, Den wasn't there,
but wait a sec, he had touched something...

"What's gone?" asked Mike and to Billy's surprise the pseudo echo was
back and he could feel a Gestalt begin to form.

"Shhh! This only takes a few seconds." said Billy hardly believing his
luck.

The Gestalt formed in a roar of laughter. "Were you trying for the
record books Billy. It only took you a few minutes to work out how to
do it?"

Billy said "I have the power?" in a dazed sort of way.

Again the Gestalt laughed. "Everyone has it. They just don't know how
to use it. But once you know how to use it, you can do it forever.

The Gestalt was different. The superior, snide part of it had gone.
Billy could recognise the bits that were him but the new bits puzzled
him. They were happy and cheerful, not in the slightest like Mike.

The Gestalt caught the though and replied, "No, no, these parts are
from Mike, not as he was, but as he should be - er, sorry - how he now
is. You see Mike told lies to himself and tried to be what he is not.
This made him miserable. Fortunately whilst I am around he is not
capable of telling lies to himself, so he is now the real Mike, and as
I'll be around for a long long time, he'll never be able to change 
back."

"You will?" said a rapidly cheering Billy. "Why are you so sure?"

Both felt the Gestalt smile and very softly say, "Because you are a
Gestalt's dream come true, you two are lovers."

Mike, who had been standing in a puzzled silence broke it with an
abrupt, "What the FUCK are you talking about? What the hell has
happened?"

"Think, Billy," said the Gestalt. Billy thought, and suddenly Mike
knew.

The knowledge brought him no peace of mind and he instantly began to
protest his innocence on the matter of his lust for Billy.

Once more he felt the bubbling good mood of the Gestalt as it said,
"Well if you have no feeling for Billy, why not stop playing with his
butt and rubbing your erection against him, release him from your arms
and put him out the door."

Mike went bright red at the mention of his erection but found once
more he was in a quandary. He could no more let go of Billy and show
him the door, than he could sprout wings and fly. However he did know
what he wanted to do with Billy.

"Well do it." said the Gestalt.

The thought of Billy kissing him full on the lips was just crossing
his mind when there was a soft touch for real on his lips. Then a
tongue slid into his mouth and began to roam around inside.

Up to this point in his young life no one had ever sexually touched
Mike, and now he was diving in at the deep-end. Experimentally he let
his tongue wander into Billy's mouth. He could sense an orgasm
approaching. 

Billy gently disentangled himself and slid down Mike kissing him all
the way, his chin, his throat, slowly down his chest making a detour
to each nipple, then down his flat stomach until is reached his navel,
there Billy stopped and holding it carefully in both hands Billy
surveyed his prize, Mike's manhood.

It was well worth the inspection and a moment Billy had anticipated
for the last 2 months. Starting from the base his index finger and
thumb could barely touch when encircling it. Wrapping his left hand
round the base and his right hand round the next part of the shaft
that was enough left free to touch the back of his throat before his
lips could reach the fingers of his right hand.

In this position he froze. Mike was on the very edge of an orgasm, any
further movement would make him shoot, and that was not part of
Billy's plans, well not yet.

When Mike had backed off from the edge enough to stop shuddering Billy
swirled his tongue round it.

Mike gasped and once more Billy stopped.

This game went on for several minutes and gradually Mike got used to
life teetering on the brink of an abyss. A little later his balls
began to ache, Billy's torture by pleasure continued. Always his mouth
would do something to being the edge very close, but he never repeated
that action, next time it would be something different.

Mike was leaning back against the wall, groaning every time Billy's
mouth and tongue made another lunge on his manhood. Slowly he slid
down the wall until he was sitting on the floor. Effortlessly Billy
moved with him and was now administering to Mike's rod whilst kneeling
between magnificent and wide spread thighs.

Billy kept it up until Mike began to whimper, "Please."

"Please, what?" spoke Billy's mind.

"Please let me cum." was the reply.

Billy slid a finger just behind the balls that were tightly
constricted under the base of the shaft. There he gently rubbed the
base of the cock. He could feel the vessel that would transport Mike's
load from the balls to his mouth.

With very firm and deliberate strokes he began fucking his face on
Mike's manhood. Mike's moans got louder. A guttural animal sound
suddenly came from deep within him and Billy felt the vessel pulse
mightily as the first of his lover's seed began its short journey.

Billy now had his work cut out, a good three week's load was being
pumped into his mouth and concentrating on swallowing it whilst
feeling what was going on in Mike's mind was a bit tricky. In fact it
took up so much of his attention that he forgot about controlling
himself.

Mike was not really there. He was on some higher plane. He felt as if
his very life force was shooting out of his cock. If he was dying, he
didn't care, this one moment was well worth it. Just as he was sure he
was at his peak Billy shot his load and he felt himself going higher
until he thought his brain would burn out.

The Gestalt surveyed the pair. Mike slumped against the wall, dressing
gown wide open, Billy fully clothed, slowly and reluctantly releasing
a wilted cock from his mouth, his lips flecked with another man's
sperm.

"Hmmm, that was powerful enough to make your neighbours shoot." the
Gestalt drily commented. "Don't you think you should have taken the
time to undress, Billy. You shot your lot in your pants."

Billy snickered and went back to licking his lover's weapon. 

"Oh God! It is happening again!" cried Mike. Just giving Billy enough
time to get it into his mouth and avoid making a mess.

Mike lay on the floor totally spent. He had never experienced anything
like this in his life before. Now he knew he would have to pay for it.
The mental retribution for a simple jack off was most severe, God
alone knew what the punishment would be for what he had just done. He
lay, resigned to his fate, awaiting the guilt trip.

"You'll have a long wait, Mike." It was the Gestalt that was
addressing him. "The guilt trip was all lies. Lies that someone told
you, and you were conned into believing them to be true. Now using
part of Billy's mind you can see this. So, no more guilt trips. If you
want to have an orgasm, you just have it, and if you do it with Billy
here, then it will be lots better. From now on you are free to really
be yourself."

Fearfully Mike waited a little longer, the Gestalt's words were too
good to be true. But time passed and the guilt never came. Eventually
he stood up, helped Billy to his feet, led him to the bedroom where he
slowly undressed him savouring the moment when he would get his hands
on those beautiful round buns.

Extracting Billy from a rather messy pair of underpants was more fun
than he had expected. He picked Billy up and put him on the bed. The
effortless way he did it made Billy quiver with delight.Timorously 
Mike tasted Billy's spent cum. Billy's hands touched his head and 
guided it to Billy's crotch.

Self-consciously at first he began to lick Billy clean. Soon he found
the pleasure of sucking on Billy's cock and this in turn lead him to
Billy's nuts. With a little effort he could get them both in his mouth
at once. Billy moaned.

Releasing them he proceeded to work his way back licking every inch.
Gradually he found he was working his way up in between those
beautiful brown buns that had fascinated him. He began to rim Billy,
then he slipped his tongue in. A thought slipped across his mind. Soon
his cock would be where his tongue now was, it made them both shudder.

Billy decided that he should contribute something to the moment and
rolled over into a 69 and began some gentle teasing of Mike's weapon.
Eventually they ended up with Mike lying flat on his back and Billy
sitting on his face playing with Mike's cock.

The moment had arrived. Billy lifted himself off Mike's face and
turned round. Mike's hands curved round Bill buns gently caressing
them and parting them. Billy meanwhile was guiding Mike's raging
hardon until it was pointing to his ring. Then Billy lowered himself
until he could feel Mike knocking at his rear entrance.

With a silent prayer that the previous night's session had left him
slack enough Billy let Mike lower him onto the uncut cock. The head
entered him and riding forwards on the unrolling foreskin Billy felt
his lover's meat drive deep inside him. Both froze. Any more and there
was a danger of Billy shooting and this would be bound to trigger Mike
into doing the same.

For about a minute they waited then Mike once more began lower Billy.
Billy had been fucked many times. But this time it was different. Not
only could he feel the pleasure from both sides, he was also in love
with the person who was fucking him.

Mike on the other hand was experiencing it all for the first time.
Many times in his dreams and day-dreams he had imagined what it would
be like to have sex. Now at last it was happening and he was rapidly
running out of superlatives to describe the feelings.

Inch by inch Billy was impaled on Mike's manhood until at last Mike
carefully removed his hands and Billy wriggled the last little bit
into himself and felt the roughness of Mike's bush tickle his buns.

Billy leant forwards and kissed Mike. Mike's tongue entered Billy's
mouth and he was now in both ends of his lover. Mike rolled over until
he was on top and raised himself to his knees. Billy was now on his
back with his butt still pressed tightly against Mike's groin and that
living shaft was still embedded in his distended gut.

Billy wrapped his legs round Mike's waist effectively allowing Mike
full control and free to fuck him as hard as he liked. Experimentally
Mike pulled back about half the length and carefully sank it back in
again. The sensation was wonderful. He repeated the process several
times each time he withdrew more and pushed it back in a bit harder.

Mike soon realised that Billy liked his sex a bit rough and so the
strokes got longer and harder. Before long Mike was pinning Billy to
the bed with his superior weight and ramming it home as hard as he
liked. The sensation of dominating the smaller black man beneath him
was an experience he was surprised to find excited him.

Meanwhile beneath his new lover Billy was awash with a delightful
feeling of helplessness. Mike was using him for his own pleasure and
Billy loved it. Billy spat on his hand and wrapped it round his own 
cock and began to jack himself off knowing full well that the joint
sensation of sharing his orgasm and feeling someone cum whilst you
were fucking them should just about blow Mike's head from his
shoulders.

It took him but a few seconds and his cock once more felt like a
fire-hose. White cum shot from his black dick and sprayed his lover's
chest and face. His ass went into spasm around the cock that was
rogering him and he sensed the explosion just before it happened.

With an animal grunt Mike drove his cock in as deep as possible and
let the convulsing ass milk the cum out of him. With each shot he
shuddered in ecstasy. Coherent thought was just not possible. All
there was in this world was his cock and the ass it spiked.

Time passed and gradually Mike realised he was still lying on his
lover. Sweat was dripping off him and landing on Billy. Billy was
lying enjoying the feeling of a large cock slowly softening inside
him. Every so often he would twitch his ass and make the cock jump
squirting ever decreasing amounts of cum into him.

Holding Billy tightly Mike rolled over onto his back and the lighter
man was left on top. Slowly Billy lifted himself off Mike. The wilting
cock slid from his ass and he felt empty. He also felt truly fucked.
If this was what his life was going to be like in the future he was a
happy man indeed.

Mike lay there thinking about the stupidity of his previous life. The
lies, once seen in the cold harsh light of day, seemed so flimsy. How
had ever managed to believe them? Well at last he had seen the light.
In the future no one would ever use guilt to control him.

The Gestalt was also happy. He had finally found a permanent form. He
knew that there was no possibility that this pair would break the
bond, he was here for long time.

Jamie.