Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2010 20:57:24 -0400
From: Ultra GMan <ultragman@gmail.com>
Subject: Blessing or Curse? Chapter 13

Blessing or Curse?
by ultragman@gmail.com


Chapter 13

After a few minutes, Siddig slid off the bed and gave a quick smile at me
and Ali. "I'm going to go get cleaned up," he said, and then looked
directly at Ali. "Remember, we're meeting the guys at the movie theatre at
7:30, all right?"

"Will do," Ali replied, and with that Siddig scooted out of the bedroom
before I could say a word.

A little surprised, I turned to look at Ali and propped myself up on my
side even as I could hear the fan and then the shower in the bathroom
running. "Where is...?" I started to say.

Ali nodded. "Don't worry," he said. "Originally Siddig was going to leave
the two of us alone the entire time, but we'd talked about it and if the
opportunity presented itself he would be around for a bit before heading
out. That's all." He paused for a second, and then grinned at me. "This is
after all my birthday present."

And with that, he crawled over and pushed me gently onto my back. "So
maybe," he said, straddling my chest, "just maybe, I could interest you in
a little more?"

My dick had only gotten about half soft while we were lying there, but at
that invitation it shot back up to full size again. No sir, I would not
mind that one bit. Ali scooted back a bit, but I think he was a little
surprised when his butt bumped the head of my dick much sooner than he'd
expected. He looked over his shoulder and saw it there in all its glory and
just grinned. And so we started back up again.

This time Ali was on top, slowly pushing back onto my huge dick and just
pausing every few seconds to revel in the size of it inside of him. As he
slid further and further down its shaft, he started reaching behind him to
take hold of my (still rather large) balls, massaging each in a separate
hand. I could already feel them warming up and starting to churn up more
cum, and I just closed my eyes and leaned back into ecstasy. It was the
most non-effort sex I'd had in a long time, just letting Ali take complete
control as he inched up and down my penis while it slowly throbbed inside
of him.

My orgasm this time was likewise very slow and leisurely; with no thrusting
on my part, it built gradually and almost effortlessly, until with long
slow surges I started pumping his ass full of cum again. I felt almost like
a sex toy just then, there to hit whatever speed and volume he wanted. It
wasn't the first time I felt used, but it was the first time that I felt
really good about it. I was there to give him pleasure, and that enjoyment
was written all over his face.

Afterwards we headed into the shower ourselves. He scrubbed my chest down
thoroughly, and if possibly it actually felt a little bigger and tighter
than before. Even though I wasn't in the shower by myself it actually gave
me a minute or two to think while he moved soap suds all up and down each
of my legs. It was hard not to compare the three-way and strange growth
spurt in my balls that I'd had here with the three-way and sudden 14" penis
from when I was in West Virginia. Were they related? And the other changes,
like my packing on more and more muscle and inability to cum outside of
actual sex, was that something new or just a side-effect of having a
foot-long penis? It was odd.

But at that moment, Ali started rinsing me off, and as I looked at him I
felt an urge for something a little stronger rise in me, and the thought
process came to a halt. Instead, I slid my arms underneath Ali's and lifted
him up into the air a bit. He had one of those classic swimmer's builds,
with lean muscle and not much fat... or weight. So as his eyes widened in
surprise, I grinned and started moving my cock towards his ass.

Ali obligingly wrapped his legs around my waist, and for the third time in
just a few hours I started entering Ali's well-abused asshole. It slid in
effortlessly, and Ali let out a large groan as I gave a swift thrust
upwards, spearing him almost entirely. After a few seconds I repositioned
myself a bit; one hand on the shower wall to brace us, the other arm
wrapped around Ali to hold him in place. And then, I started fucking him
hard.

At first Ali gave off a little gasp with each thrust, but I couldn't help
myself and I started tonguing his mouth in rhythm with my penis, pushing
into him in two places over and over again. I could feel his body shaking a
bit as I picked up the pace, and the only question in my mind at this point
was how long he could hold out from the assault. Ali's muffled moans began
to get louder, and I started drilling into him as hard and fast as I could
in the position. And then, suddenly and without warning, Ali started
clenching down hard on my dick and shooting all over my abs, and I unloaded
a last (still quite large) load of cum into Ali. I could feel some of it
dribbling out the edges and down my own dick and legs, and I knew Ali was
more than full up by now.

Finally I let Ali slide off of my softening dick, and we had to scrub each
other clean all over again, but somehow I don't think he minded. I knew I
didn't. I was finally feeling like I really and truly had the edge off of
my sexual appetite, although the fact that I had to have sex four times in
an afternoon to get there was a tiny bit worrisome.

Once we were back in the bedroom, I pulled my clothes on while Ali wore a
robe and watched a little wistfully. "So... um..." he finally said. "If
Siddig ever says it's ok, do you think I could see you again sometime?"

I paused for a second, thinking it through. "I'm not going to come between
the two of you," I finally told him, "so maybe a while from now. But as fun
as this was, let's not make this a regular thing. Ok?"

Ali nodded, looking both a little disappointed and relieved. "Yeah," he
said in that tone of voice that people use when they're doing the "right
thing" that they don't want to actually do. "It just felt so good to get
fucked again."

"Birthdays come every year," I smiled, and Ali chuckled a bit at that
before I finally let myself out. The stroll back to the Red Line was fairly
peaceful, and I was fully set to just go home and call it a day. But as I
stepped onto an inbound train, I saw him. The super muscular military guy
who'd been checking me out on the subway earlier.

He was sitting next to the window, and I saw him look startled, surprised,
and then a tiny bit embarrassed as he saw me. I thought about it for a
split second, admiring his short- cropped hair, those pale blue eyes, and
the tiny tufts of well-trimmed chest hair peeking up through the open
collar of his shirt. And then, slowly and deliberately, I walked over and
sat down in the empty seat next to him.

He froze, clutching the backpack between his legs with one hand
tightly. For a stop or two, we rode in silence, and slowly his posture
seemed to relax. Once he seemed more at ease, even as he stared blankly
forward, I decided it was the time to strike, and pressed my leg quite
firmly into his.

Instead of tensing back up, to my surprise, he started pushing it back at
me, then rubbing it up and down my own leg for a bit. Well now! I glanced
over at him, and I could see he was staring at me in the reflection of the
glass. There was a yearning in those eyes, but also a nervousness. I waited
a stop or two, then leaned over and said in a low voice, "If you need to
get off, I'm at the next stop."

As he processed that, the train slid to a stop and I got up, taking a step
or two towards the door before turning to look at him. There was indecision
on his face, and then he suddenly grabbed his bag and hustled after me,
practically on my heels. We said nothing as we exited the station, and once
we got outside I turned to him and said, "My name's John."

Military guy looked a tiny bit nervous again, but suddenly flashed a brief,
blindingly bright smile and said, "Gavin."

I led Gavin back to my place, and it was strange; I was feeling drawn to
him not quite like anyone else I'd met in a long time. I mean yes, Gavin
was blisteringly hot, and I wanted to eat him up like dessert. But there
was more to that, some sort of magnetic attraction that was just tugging me
into orbit.

And then we were at my condo. As I closed the door behind us, Gavin looked
really nervous again, and then finally spoke up, clutching that beat-up
backpack like it was life support. "I... I have something I need to tell
you," he said with a slight quiver in his voice.

I nodded. "Ok," I said. I figured he was going to say that he was positive,
or maybe that he had to leave at a certain time, or that his name wasn't
really Gavin.

"I've never done this before," he murmured. After a half-second pause, he
clarified.  "Ever. With anyone." And then he started blushing bright
red. "I'm... I'm... a virgin."

Oh my. I was suddenly, acutely aware of the 12" monster in my pants, and
began to wonder just where this would go. "All right," I said in as
reassuring a voice as I could, "that's all right, let's just go sit down
for a minute and talk this through."

I made a move for the couch, but Gavin just kept standing there
nervously. Finally I took hold of his hand--which was quite warm--and led
him over to the couch. Sitting next to him, I smiled. "So..." I said
slowly, "Nothing at all? Do you know what you want to do?"  I paused,
trying to think of a delicate way to put it to this suddenly shy muscled
man. "Do you want things in you, or...?"

He laughed a little nervously, and then smiled at me. "Nothing at all," he
said, "but I've been practicing a lot. I order a lot of toys on the
internet and have them sent to a PO Box in Maryland. And then on weekends I
go to a hotel and... um... practice with larger and larger toys."

This was getting interesting and promising. I leaned towards his backpack
and said, "May I?" He nodded eagerly and I opened it up and look a look.

Wow. Who knew military guys were carrying around backpacks full of dildos,
cock rings, harnesses, and butt plugs? Best of all, he had some new,
unopened boxes that he must have just picked up from the PO Box. I looked
at the size of his new 10" butt plug, then grinned.

"I'll be honest, Gavin," I said. "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you
really bad. But I want it to not just be ok, I want it to be great for
you." I took one of his hands and put it on my crotch, letting him feel my
cock through my pants. "I have a huge dick, and with a little work we can
make this the best fuck of your life. So I tell you what I want to do. I
want this to take all evening and over time. What do you think?"

If I'd just told him that he had won a million dollars, I don't think Gavin
would have smiled any wider than he did just then. And if I'd known the
changes in my own life that having sex with Gavin would bring, well, I'd
have smiled just as much.