Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2009 21:05:26 -0400
From: Ultra GMan <ultragman@gmail.com>
Subject: Blessing or Curse? Chapter 4

Blessing or Curse?
by ultragman@gmail.com


Chapter 4

So, I know what you're all thinking. I'd said I was going to have a quiet
evening, but I ended up going out and having more sex. Well, no, but not
for a lack of desire. (I'd say you get half-credit, but a 50% is still a
failing grade.) Here's the thing when it comes to the curse. Growing a lot
over a short period of time is actually a little dangerous, in that it can
get addicting.

After all, in less than 48 hours I'd gone from seven to ten inches. And as
my penis grows, it gets more sensitive, my sex drive spikes, I can feel my
balls growing heavier, and that amazing rush of orgasm followed by
growth... yeah, it's really hard to stop wanting. And while it's the
immediate time after growth that your sex drive goes through the roof, it's
still really high afterwards. It's why when Young Guy at the office gym
made the moves on me, it was almost impossible to resist. Everything in my
body was screaming "sex sex sex" in the way that you do if you've been
gently stimulated for hours on end.

But yeah, I knew my body chemistry was still adjusting to all the changes
it'd just ramped up through. So the rest of Tuesday night was spent at
home; I cooked dinner, watched a movie, and jacked off four or five
times. By the end of the night I was feeling a little more stable, but I
also knew better than to think I was all clear. That's why Wednesday was
scheduled entirely around not getting laid. I got to the gym super-early
and made sure nothing happened there (I ended up staying on the rowing
machine an extra twenty minutes to make sure the locker room wasn't going
to be just me and the guy who had been openly checking out my ass before
heading back to change), and work consisted of the nose to the grindstone,
plus a few cum loads dropped into one of BGA's toilets to make sure there
were no inappropriate hardons tenting my pants. Hell, I even wore a jock
strap underneath the boxers I had on, just to keep myself under
control. And Wednesday night was about the most unsexy thing you can
imagine; me playing Super Mario Galaxy on the Wii. Shut up, it's fantastic,
even if I can't get by that last Toy Time level.

So when Thursday rolled around, I was feeling a lot better and in
control. Now instead of the soundtrack in the back of my head being "sex
sex sex sex sex" it was a bit more...  restrained. In other words, now I
merely thought about sex as often as a regular gay man, just every other
second instead of every second. Which meant, happily, I was no longer under
house arrest.

Originally I was going to the Green Lantern after work, but my friend
Dominic had given me a call out of the blue in the afternoon and asked if I
wanted to head out to a gay bed and breakfast in the mountains of West
Virginia with him for a long weekend. I've known Dom for a few years, and
he's a pretty great guy to be around. We both like hiking and swimming, and
the Bluestone Valley Guest House is somewhere we've visited before. I'd
checked my schedule and not only could I get Monday off, but it looked like
if Friday was going slow I could leave after lunch. Score, right?

So, we met for dinner at Luna Café (near his condo) and spent about two
hours planning out what we'd do. Turns out Dom's flaky friend Art had
(surprise surprise!) flaked on him, and we both commiserated over people we
can't depend on. Friends of ours have often said we should date, but
honestly I don't think Dom's the dating type. He enjoys being single too
much; emotionally and sexually he just likes being able to give something
to everyone, if you know what I mean. Besides, I don't think it's possible
for Dom to meet someone without looking at their crotch, and finding a
boyfriend who wouldn't mind might be a bit of a stretch.

All of this is a long way of saying that I was walking back home by myself
when I saw a familiar face heading my way. He-Man. It was obvious that he
recognized me, even though he was trying to play it all nonchalant at
first. A big grin had shot across his face for a split second before he
dialed it back, but considering he had then started flexing his biceps in
that way that guys do when they think you don't know they are, his
eagerness was pretty evident.

I smiled and nodded at him about a quarter block away, and when we got to
each other we both stopped. "How's it going?" I said, suddenly realizing
that neither of us knew the other person's name.

"Good, good!" he said. "Wow, it's great to see you, man." He paused for a
second, pushing his hand through that cute tousled blonde hair of
his. "I... I wasn't sure if we'd run into each other... and there
was... um...."

I started laughing. "But you didn't know my name?" I said, half-jokingly,
but half- serious.

He-Man blushed at that, a deep red that was a sharp contrast to his
normally pale coloring.

"I'm John," I said, extending a hand. "Nice to see you again. And you
are...?"

He-Man blushed again, before taking my hand in one of his paws and shaking
it vigorously. "John! Good to meet you. I'm Adam."

Adam? Really? Who knew, he really WAS He-Man.

"So what're you up to tonight?" I said, trying to move this along.

"Just heading home," he said slowly. "Y'know. Not much going on tonight."
He paused, then suddenly said, "Want to change that?"

It's funny, now that we'd had sex before, He-Man had lost so much of that
swagger and confidence, turning into a blushing bride. If anything, it made
him even more adorable.  And after all, He-Man was officially "safe"
material now...

"I never thought you'd ask," I merely replied.

About ten minutes later, we were back in his studio, and he was practically
tearing his clothing off and leaping onto the bed, spread-eagled on his
back. Laughing inwardly, I instead slowly took off my shoes, bending over
so he could get a good look at how fantastic my ass was looking thanks to
the sex in the BGA's basement. The little gasp did me good, and my pants
and underwear (thankfully no jock today, I'd shifted into some regular
trunks from the Gap) ended up a pile on the floor, followed by my shirt.

I'd climbed up onto the bed over top him, and was just about to start
kissing him when I caught it out of the corner of my eye. A wrist restraint
connected to the bed frame's corner post. (It's like a leather handcuff,
for lack of a better description. No keys to worry about, and unlike metal
no lasting marks.) He-Man was getting more and more interesting by the
minute, I thought to myself, leaning into his eager and open mouth and
slowly pushing my tongue inside.

I was in control tonight, that much was obvious to me, and would be from
start to finish.  He-Man didn't seem to mind, sucking in air through his
nose in a quick, excited way as I forced my way into his mouth, my tongue
pushing and thrusting on top of his own. I heard a muffled moan, which just
made me redouble my efforts.

After a few minutes, slowly, I began to run my hands down his arms, still
kissing him as hard as I could. I don't think he even realized I was doing
it, slowly laying his arms down on the mattress away from the rest of his
body, angling them towards the corners of his small bed. Holding his wrists
down firmly with my own hands, I sat squarely on his crotch, and leaned
back a tiny bit. "You're all mine," I whispered.

Honestly, it's like I'd pressed a button marked "rocket fuel," the response
was so great.  Yes, He-Man liked that a great deal. He started turning
towards one corner of the bed, no doubt to tell me about the wrist
restraints, but I moved one of my hands to his mouth and said, "I didn't
say you could talk."

His eyes lit up at that, and I removed the hand so that I could pull out
the restraint and hook his wrist in, then doing the same on the other
side. He-Man was breathing heavy now, and I could tell half the thrill was
not knowing precisely what was next. So I leaned in and kissed him some
more, overwhelming his mouth as I made sure every nook and cranny was
familiar territory. At the same time, my hands were now pinching his
nipples, and with each pinch they got a little harder and pointier, and I
could hear some almost- suppressed whimpers as his nipples got more
sensitive the more I played with them.

He'd just started to get used to it, so I decided to change things up a
bit, moving my mouth down his torso, with tiny bites on his nipples
interspersed with long sucking hisses all over his beautiful
chest. Honestly, with his torso and my penis, we could make a billion
dollars selling swimsuits and underwear to gay men. Speaking of which, all
ten inches of my penis were hard and heavy, feeling more than ready for
what was to come.  It'd started to rub precum all over his abs, and I
decided that I'd tortured my poor penis enough.

Scooting off of He-Man, I grabbed one leg and pulled it up into the air,
before slowly kissing and licking my way down it. He gave off another moan
then (boy, he sure did make a lot of noise), but a longer, more drawn out
one. By the time I got to the top of his legs and his balls, I'd remembered
two things; he had really long legs, and he had this great salty-sweet
taste to his body.

Pausing for a second, I headed over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom
from where I'd seen them last time (better to put He-Man's mind at ease),
quickly pulling it on. It was a little tight, but honestly, when you start
hitting the double-digit measurements, they're all going to be a little
tight. Heading back over, I pushed both his legs up, exposing his anus
which was twitching mightily now, quivering with anticipation.

Hmmmm. Honestly, I was going to prolong this a bit, but with his straining
at the restraints, I knew that's not what he really wanted. So instead I
pushed the head of my penis up against his opening, and gave a long, slow
grin. He-Man started straining in response, trying to impale himself on my
penis but unable to move any closer to me, his ankles up against my
shoulders now.

And then, just like that, I shoved about seven inches into him. His eyes
shot wide open in response. I don't think he'd fully remembered just how
big I was, but then again, I wasn't quite this big the one time we'd had
sex. "Aaaaahhhhhhh!" he cried out, a mixture of mostly pleasure and a touch
of pain and surprise. I held my position for a few seconds, impressed at
how quickly everything in him seemed to loosen up. Don't get me wrong, the
curse actually somehow seems to help people. I don't get it but people
who've said they could never take something as big as me but somehow
managed didn't seem to be trying to flatter me, and I've heard from other
people with the curse who have reported the same thing. Still, ten inches
is ten inches. It's no pinky finger.

Anyway, He-Man wanted it bad tonight, and so did I. With a hard thrust I
pushed the remaining three inches in, and my heavy balls slapped against
his ass. Both of us gave a little shiver at that. My balls were practically
humming and buzzing with desire, and I could feel my heavy dick just
throbbing with need inside of He-Man. But I just kept pushing into him,
long heavy strokes, pounding his poor prostate back into the stone age.
He-Man was thrashing his head back and forth, pulling hard on the
restraints, mumbling nonsense sounds of pleasure. I put my hands on his
sides, partially to have something to grip but also make He-Man feel even
more controlled by me.

It seemed to work pretty well; as soon as I did he clenched down on my dick
so hard I thought I was going to shoot right then and there, and he started
thrashing even more, those moans increasing in pitch and intensity. So, I
started slamming even harder in him, imagining that somehow my dick was
growing even more with every thrust. (Don't worry. It wasn't.) I could feel
a sweat breaking out all over my body, and my need to shoot was getting
stronger and stronger. He-Man was gasping quicker and quicker, and his
quivering penis was a dark red, his balls pulled in so tight it was like
they were permanently attached.

On the verge, I slid one hand down his side, and onto his penis and gave it
several quick pulls. That did it. He-Man started cumming, a roar of ecstasy
as he did so. As the cum started splattering up his chest, he bore down so
tight on me that I couldn't take it any more and I erupted inside of him. I
kept thrusting with each spurt of cum, and my balls just couldn't stop
delivering.

Finally, gasping, I stopped pushing into him, feeling a little weak in the
legs as I stood at the foot of the bed, his ankles still resting on me, his
ass still on my penis. The time to be rough was over, and I gently, oh so
gently, pulled myself out of him. As I lowered his legs to the ground, he
gave off a quiet, satiated moan. He looked ready to fall asleep like he did
last time, so I leaned forward and gave him a slow, gentle, but thorough
kiss.

About two minutes later, I slowly pulled off his mouth and looked at
him. He-Man gave me a sheepish smile, and slowly said, "Thanks for the good
evening, John..." I could tell he was fighting to stay awake, so I just
leaned forward a bit and gave him a kiss on the forehead, before undoing
the restraints on his wrists. By the time I was done, he was out like a
light. I cleaned him off the best I could with a towel from the bathroom,
pulled the sheet up on top of him, and then got dressed and headed out.

After all, I still had to pack for tomorrow's vacation.