Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2012 21:31:52 -0400
From: Ultra GMan <ultragman@gmail.com>
Subject: Blessing or Curse? Chapter 17

Blessing or Curse?
by ultragman@gmail.com

Chapter 17

Gavin looked sweaty and refreshed when I saw him at the front door. We
headed in together, and as soon as the elevator doors closed I turned to
him and said, "How's it hanging?"

Gavin chuckled. "A little less urgently," he said, although I could see
some stirring in the front of his shorts. "Definitely feel like I sweated
out a little control."

"Sweated out?" I said as the door opened and we walked down the hall to my
place. "Or pumped out?"

Yeah. I'm bad. And I knew that it'd just make his shorts get a little
tighter. But I needed at least one more good fuck from Gavin before he went
back to his base. And I knew just what would do it.

Sure enough, as soon as the door closed, he moved his arms around me and I
could feel his tongue pushing into my mouth, our tight muscular bodies up
against one another. There was just something about Gavin -- his need, his
body, his personality, his everything -- that made me feel weak in the
knees and this was no exception. For several minutes he tongue-fucked me,
that muscle of his moving through my mouth and exploring every inch with a
confidence and masculinity that drove me wild. I could feel my ass
twitching with anticipation, and it took almost all of my self-control to
not just drop my shorts and re-enact my sex with Del, only this time with
me as the bottom.

Instead, I finally disentangled with Gavin, and brought him over to the
bed. His shorts had somehow dropped off during our make-out session, and
his 9" penis was unsurprisingly hard and ready to go. I gently pushed him
down onto his back, hitched his legs up a bit, and started eating out his
asshole.

He definitely wasn't expecting that, and I heard him gasp a little bit as
my tongue started working his way in. He was sweaty and warm down below and
if anything that was driving me wild. After a minute or two, I was able to
push my tongue in as far as it could reach, and he was making little
whimpering noises. At one point I saw a hand drift up to his penis and I
grabbed his wrist, holding it firmly down along the bed. He wasn't
finishing himself off that easily.

A minute or two more, and he was starting to thrash back and forth a bit,
gasping with each thrust of my tongue. He was ready. I pulled out, and
fixing him with a look that kept him from moving, slid over to the
nightstand for a minute then came back over. Gently, I took the head of his
penis in my mouth... and then roughly pushed half of a vibrating dildo into
his ass.

The responding moan let me know that this was a good move indeed. And as I
slowly bobbed up and down his big penis, and played with those swelling
balls with my right hand, the left hand worked that dildo up inside of him,
moving it around and turning the vibration levels up and down.

"Oh Jesus," I heard him gasp. "Oh God, please don't stop,
oh... ohhhhh... ohhhhh yeah..." And then it just shifted back into moaning
and grunts, coherence a thing of the past.

To Gavin's credit, he held on a whole eight minutes before erupting in my
mouth. I'm a little surprised he had that much control left in him. Gush
after gush shot down my throat, and good god was he a heavy cummer. Not
that I minded. He had enough seed to create a whole baseball team of little
Gavins.

Once he stopped shaking, I turned off the dildo and placed it to one side,
then pulled him back up off the bed and gently took off his shirt. Taking
him by the hand, I easily led the slightly dazed, happily smiling Gavin
into the bathroom. He quickly got the hint and tugged off my clothes, and
after we kicked off our shoes we stepped into the shower, where I turned my
back to the spray, my face up against the tile wall, and let Gavin fuck me
one more time.

Because I'd deliberately drained him of his urgency, this ended up being an
amazing fuck. He pushed in and out slowly and deliberately, and I'm pretty
sure he knew this was the end of our weekend together. I could feel his hot
breath on my neck as he licked and kissed me, and his arms encircled my
torso, pulling on my nipples or just rubbing up and down my newly tight
six-pack abs. And it just went on and on and on, to the point that I found
myself wondering if we were going to drain the entire condo building of hot
water.

But then, finally, our pace started picking up and then he was shooting
again, gushing into me and my own dick sympathetically splattering the
title with my own semen. I could feel my own body pumping up a bit all over
with muscle, as if to replicate the pump that his muscles had gotten from
his workout, and I moaned with pleasure.

And then, Gavin regretfully pulling out, I turned around and we kissed each
other for several more minutes, but this time it wasn't the hot and heavy
"I need to fuck" kissing, but a slow, passionate session, and it was
amazing.

Finally cleaned up, we slowly dressed, and a thick silence hung in the
air. Gavin was down to just 8" of cock, and his pants at least fit now, but
he still had a bit more as a souvenir of our time together. He finally
broke the ice with the comment, "So will I see you again?"

I smiled gently at him. "Absolutely."

We exchanged contact information, and then regretfully, Gavin headed out.

The rest of the morning and afternoon was fairly tame; I changed the
sheets, climbed back into bed, and took a long nap. Afterwards I sat in bed
and tried to do some reading, but my mind just kept drifting to that last
fuck, and how great it felt. And how I wanted Gavin back in my bed and
fucking me again.

Yeah, I was still horny. And needy. Which is why I ended up doing something
rather stupid; I got dressed in a pair of tight pants and equally tight
shirt (even more so thanks to my new physique), and headed around the
corner to the Green Lantern.

A Sunday afternoon at a gay bar is often quiet, and this was no
exception. After all, most aren't willing to get sloshed at 3pm.  But there
were a few there, and I nodded and smiled before sidling up to the bar and
ordering a double whisky. I'd just finished gulping it down when I heard a
voice behind me. "Well, hello there John."

I turned around and blinked in surprise. It was Owen, the lanky red-head
I'd met out in West Virginia, the one that I hadn't let fuck me because I
was already too big at the time. A lot flashed through my mind; that I
hadn't called him like I'd promised, that he had been a little sour about
me not letting him fuck me (even though I'd said I medically couldn't at
the time), and that he'd had a long and thick cock.

"Owen!" I smiled. "It's so great to see you."

"I was thinking the same thing," he replied, casually putting an arm around
my waist and pulling me in tightly. "It is great for you to see me."

Oh my. Where had this confidence come from?

He leaned in and gave me a strong kiss, and I could taste some gin on his
breath. Aha. Liquid confidence. "How are you feeling these days?" he
said. His other hand was moving down my side, and I could feel my pulse
start to race.

"Pretty good," I got out, before he interrupted me.

"I mean," he added in a low voice, "how are you feeling about me fucking
the living daylights out of you now? I think I've waited long enough. And
damn, you feel good to me right about now."

His cock was clearly growing inside his pants, because I could feel it
pushing up against me, insistently. And never mind everything I'd gone
through today already. I wanted it. I really wanted it.

I tried to take control of the situation. "I thought you'd never ask," I
said. "Maybe we could..."

He shook his head, then walked over to the manager and talked for a brief
minute, then walked back over to me. "Follow me," he said tersely, putting
a hand on my shoulder and guiding me over to the back rooms.

To my surprise, he pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked an
office. "We know each other well," he said by way of explanation, then
pushed me into the room and closed the door behind me, locking the door
once more.

And then I was on my back on the desk and he was on top of me, and that
insistent mood that I remembered from on vacation was there all over
again. He was tearing my shirt open with one hand (I saw at least one
button fly off across the room, although some managed to stay on as it
popped open), the other one on my shoulder as he held me down, his mouth
all up and down my neck, my ears, my lips. And then he was moving down to
my nipples, sucking on them and then biting on them, murmuring approval at
the firmness of my pecs.

"Someone's been working out," I heard him mutter, and then my arms were
pulled through the sleeves of my shirt and he started working on my pants,
pulling them off along with my shoes in record time. After a minute I was
able to unbutton his pants too, although the zipper was already partway
down, and as it turned out there wasn't anything on underneath them. His
dick was looking enormously thick, and I could feel myself twitching. I was
being such a little slut right now, but I didn't care, I just wanted to be
fucked.

He was meanwhile rubbing my dick and balls through my underwear, and then
suddenly he yanked them off too. "I'm going to fill you up," he muttered.

Well, I'll admit, that dick looked awfully girthy. But I knew that the
curse meant that I could take it no matter how big it was, and I was ready
and willing. Turns out that was a good thing, because as he climbed back on
top of me, I could feel him pulling my legs up and his dick pushing at my
rear. Foreplay, clearly, had already left the station.

As the first few inches slid in, my eyes widened a bit. God, he really was
big, even bigger than it had initially seemed. I could feel my insides
adjusting to take him, and honestly I think he looked a little disappointed
that he was entering me as quickly as he was. I obligingly let out a groan
or two; considering how he was hitting so many buttons inside of me, that
wasn't too hard.

Owen started rocking back and forth inside of me, and I swear I felt his
dick thicken up a little more. I bit my lip, his dick almost feeling
uncomfortable it was so big, but I could take it. He started pinching my
nipples, but otherwise standing along the edge of desk while I was shoved
back and forth along it, stray papers sliding back and forth underneath my
back. Suddenly he picked up the pace, and with each slam into me I felt
like my eyes were rolling into the back of my head. It was, quite frankly,
amazing. Owen had treated me like a sex object before, but that was nothing
compared to now. I was essentially a side of meat, and he was having his
way with me.

He started hitting into me harder and harder, and then he started
cumming. I could feel blast after blast starting to splash into me. I
gasped loudly and began to come myself, but right as my first spurt came
out his left hand cupped the head of my dick, catching all of my cum, glob
by glob. Finally I finished shooting, and he carefully brought his hand up
to my mouth.

"Open up," he said. "We're not stopping until you're full of dick and cum."

I must have looked startled, because he gave a sudden hard shove with his
dick into me, and I swear that dick had grown half an inch in girth and I
gave out a little cry, and suddenly all of my semen was being poured into
my mouth and sliding down my throat.

Considering how much I'd just cum, it went in pretty quickly, and I found
myself gulping it down in spite of myself. Most of it felt wrong, somehow,
but a small part of me... I guess that part welcomed it, even as the rest
of me didn't like it. And then, Owen started fucking me again.

His dick was definitely thicker this time. Did he have some sort of the
curse as well? I mean, his dick was growing, there was no doubt about
it. (And mine, of course, had picked that inch back up that I'd lost to Del
earlier today, a proud 11" once more thumping away on my abs.) I could take
the extra girth, but even with the curse it was certainly getting a little
more... tight inside of me. His load was shifting around inside of me as he
slammed his dick back and forth, and without warning he started cumming
again, multiple gushes being added to the first load. My dick obligingly
came as well and, once again, Owen was catching it.

"Eat it," he said, and I wanted to protest but there was something in his
eyes that made me open my mouth and gulp it down. Something predatory,
almost animalistic. And as I swallowed that second hot load, I could feel
Owen getting a little thicker again.

"Yeah," he said. "Gonna fill this little cum slut up."

A third load joined the first two, and then a fourth and a fifth. Each time
Owen got thicker still -- it must have been bigger than a beer can by now
-- but other things were happening too. First, Owen seemed more driven,
more crazy the more he fucked me. He was starting to get out of control,
and while a small part of me reveled in it, I was starting to wonder just
how far this was going to go. And second, with each new dose of cum in my
stomach or bowels, I could feel my balls starting to grow. They were
getting hotter and heavier, as if they were somehow responding to all that
cum inside of me and trying to match production with what was re-entering
me.

With the seventh load, I started gasping and groaning. Part of it was
passion; this was an amazing amount of sex, and I couldn't deny how much my
body was responding. My balls were making me hornier and hornier too; I was
starting to need these releases, which were coming faster and faster as
Owen continued to plump up inside of me, even as my body adjusted to take
it. But I was getting sore, and a little freaked out, and the rational side
of me was desperate for this to end.

So as he shoved that seventh load down my throat, as soon as I finished
swallowing I groaned, "No more... can't take it any more."

"All full?" Owen said, and he gave that predatory grin to me. I shivered
all over, but I wasn't sure if that was fear or desire. Maybe both?

"Good," he said. "Then one... more... fuck."

And as he slammed into me for an eighth round, I started gasping and
shouting out in pleasure. I was being fucked by a goddamn horse, Owen was
so big around, and it was truly like nothing I'd ever gone through in my
life. My head thrashed back and forth, and I swear I saw stars. Finally,
after a small eternity, Owen howled and started shooting the mother of all
loads inside of me, and my balls started pumping out buckets of cum. All of
which, once again, was forced down my throat.

My stomach was sloshing, my balls were straining, my scrotum was aching,
and I didn't know how I'd keep all that cum in my ass. But Owen finally
pulled out, and I just groaned in relief as that invader finally left.

Dazed, I laid on the desk as Owen calmly pulled his clothes back on. He
gave a wink at me, walked over to the door, unlocked it and strolled out,
leaving it half ajar.

Fuck.

I carefully scooted off the desk, and shakily pulled my pants on. Except,
quite frankly, there was no way I was getting them closed. My balls were
enormous, ridiculously so. My underwear wasn't going to stand a chance, but
zipping up would be difficult.

Finally, after several minutes of trying and failing, I glimpsed a
bartender apron on a shelf, and tied that on around my waist to hide the
fact that my zipper was down because my balls were so goddamn huge. (At
least I was able to snap the top of my pants shut.) I slipped into the back
hallway, and the manager was there, just staring and smirking at me. Great.

I wasn't sure if I should say anything or not, but after a minute he just
nodded and said, "If you head that way you don't need to go through the
main bar," and pointed to an employee exit.

Mumbling my thanks, I headed for the hills as fast as I could.