Date: Thu, 25 Feb 1999 15:05:26 -0500
From: Jamie Anderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: Getting a Life Part 2

This is the usual nerdy disclaimer that is never read by most 
people who are in too much of a hurry to get to the juicy bits. 

OK so here we go. Welcome to fantasy island. From here on in 
everyone and everything is fiction. None of the characters are 
based on anyone living or dead. So don't bother Emailing me 
asking for their addresses.

This story contains explicitly detailed sexual act between males, 
all of which, I can assure you, are physically possible. 

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before reading on. 

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Author's Note.

This story has two main characters, Tim and Mark. Each, in turn, 
gets to tell his side of the story. You, the reader, may choose to 
read either or both parts, or press your browser's back button 
and read neither.

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Getting a Life. Part 2 - Tim's tale

I jumped out of bed and made a quick search. Yes, I was alone in 
the place. As I returned to the bedroom through my tears I 
noticed a piece of paper pinned to the pillow on the side of the 
bed that he had occupied. I snatched it and read:

"Had to go and do some things. You looked so beautiful asleep 
that I hadn't the heart to wake you. See you on the Tube.

Mark."

An immense wave of relief flowed over me. He hadn't dumped 
me, I was going to see him again. I looked at the alarm clock, it 
showed 4pm, so I quickly got dressed and went shopping. Now I 
could really show him that I could cook.

At the supermarket I picked up a family pack of pork chops, a 
cheap bottle of white wine, a six pack of beer and a few other 
sundry items. Back home I began preparing to cook the pork 
chops in the wine. There were 4 large chops in the packet so I 
thought that if he got 3, then I could get by on the other one.

I set the timer on the oven so that they would be ready when I 
usually get home. Marinating in the wine all night should 
tenderise them nicely.

How I got through the rest of that evening I do not know. My 
mind kept running over the things that he had done to me, and 
the things that he had made me do to him. I was quite thankful 
when the time rolled round for me to go to work.

This was my last shift of the week. However, this 8-hour shift 
seemed more like an 80-hour shift. Eventually my relief came on 
and I could hand over and run down to the Tube station.

The train pulled in and at first I couldn't see him, then I saw him 
sitting on one of the forward facing seats. He was in the seat 
nearest the aisle and he got up and motioned me into the 
window seat.

There were no standing passengers and all the seated ones 
were either sleeping or lost in their newspapers, so he kissed me 
and rekindled the fire. How we got home without being arrested 
for indecency is a mystery, his hands were everywhere, he even 
got his hand down the back of my pants and was fingering my 
ass. Then he put my hand on his cock just to prove to me how 
hot I was making him.

On the way through the park I declined to go into the bushes 
with him and ruin another pair of pants, so we almost ran all the 
way home. Once inside he grabbed me and began kissing. I got 
all warm and fuzzy again. I felt like a sailor's wife whose husband 
has just returned after months at sea. Before I knew it he had me 
naked and kneeling before him.

"You'd better take this load in your mouth." He said, "I'd be 
shooting it before I could ever get it in you." And with that I found 
I had my mouth round his manhood.

This time I did it slowly and savoured the experience. His organ 
was incredibly sensitive and I began to learn how to use my 
tongue to give him the greatest enjoyment. There is some 
perverse satisfaction in kneeling before a great barbarian using 
your mouth to control him by giving him wave after wave of pleasure.

Now I also used my hands to explore his body. Those legs; 
running my hands over them was making me shiver. I reached for 
his balls and found them drawn tight up against the shaft of his 
manhood; he was very close to the edge.

This time he was letting me do my own thing. By listening to the 
various moans and groans he was making, I could guide him 
towards an orgasm. I wanted to remember exactly what it felt 
like when he came in my mouth. The last time I had been far too 
excited to retain all the details.

As he got closer and closer I did nothing to distract him from his 
course. I just rubbed his balls and the bit of the shaft just behind 
them. There I felt the first signal of what was coming my way, 
the bit behind his balls pulsed, then his cock bucked and I could 
now feel the semen rushing past my fingers, down the length of his
cock and flooding into my mouth.

I carefully tasted it rather than just gulping it down. I had 
somehow expected it to taste terrible, but it didn't, in fact it was 
quite nice. The next buck of his cock and a fresh wave of cum 
rudely interrupted my musing on the flavour. I swallowed and 
began to suck in anticipation of more. In the end he had to pull 
my head off his cock. I just knelt there and caught the drips on 
my tongue as they oozed out. 

"God almighty, you just sucked my nuts dry and I've had a raging 
hard on all night just thinking about you." He said, dragging me 
to my feet and planting his lips on mine. "I love it when you smell 
of cock and cum."

After we had finished kissing he stripped himself and got me laid 
on the floor. "Now it is time to teach you a few things." He said 
as he sat on my chest facing towards my feet. "First, you are 
going to learn to rim me." 

With that he pulled my legs apart and buried his face between 
my buns and began to lick me and dig into me with his tongue. 
Then just when I was writhing about I felt his weight lift off my 
chest. I opened my eyes and saw his buns closing on my face. I 
somehow controlled my panic and forced myself to allow my 
face to slip into the musky smelling space between them. His 
tongue was doing wonderful things to my ring and it seemed only 
fair to return the favour.

Actually it wasn't as bad as you would think. I was just getting 
into the swing of things when he suddenly changed his tactics. 
He pulled off my ass and replaced his tongue with his finger. 
Naturally he went straight for my hot spot and began to drive me 
wild. By now I was forcing my tongue as far through his ring as I 
could.

"That's a good girl. But your tongue is the only part of you that'll 
ever get inside me." He said and God alone knows why, but this 
turned me on. Then he struck. His mouth was wrapped round my 
cock. For the first time ever my cock was inside someone!

Now a little while ago I may have laboured under the delusion 
that I was giving his cock a real work over with my mouth. 
However I was quickly learning that I was only a beginner. He could
run me up to the edge then hold me there for as long as he liked.
After a short while I discovered that the more vigorously I used my
tongue on him the closer he brought me to the edge. In no time at
all I was doing my damnedest to get my tongue as far inside him as
I could.

After an age he relented and pushed me over the edge and my 
world exploded. My God he was sucking the cum out of me faster 
than I could shoot it! I almost lost my reason. When I came to my 
senses he was just letting my limp cock out of his mouth and 
slipping his finger out of my ass. After a moment he sat up and 
let me breathe properly for the first time in a while.

"So now you like rimming me?" He asked with a grin.

I could only lie there and gasp. Never in my life would I ever have 
thought that I could have enjoyed doing something as disgusting 
as sticking my tongue up there. But I knew full well that I would 
have my face between his buns every time I had a chance. He 
was definitely taking me over, I could feel the control of my life 
slipping from my grasp, and the more he took, the more it 
excited me.

We cleaned up and I went to check on dinner. It was perfect and 
when we were ready I served it. He ate voraciously. If I had not 
fed him 24 hours ago I would have been prepared to swear he 
had not eaten for a week. In the time it took me to eat one chop 
he had put himself on the outside of the other three. Again I felt a 
warm glow of pride of a man enjoying my cooking.

After the meal he again assisted with the washing up without 
protest. Then he began to outline his plans for the rest of the 
day.

"How about if I shag the arse off you then we have a bath, get 
some sleep, then go paint the town red?" He said.

"But I usually watch `Coronation Street' on a Friday evening." I 
protested.

"Program your video to record it and you can watch it later." He 
said lifting me off my feet in a bear hug and began kissing me.

When I managed to get his tongue out of my mouth long enough 
to speak, I said, "But I can't program a video recorder." 

"Oh it's dead easy." He said as he carried me to the bed. "All you 
do is read the manual." And with that he dumped me on the bed 
then jumped on beside me.

Within a minute he had us both positioned to his satisfaction. He 
was lying on his back with his head on the pillows. I was lying on 
top of him, face down in the 69 position. Directly in front of my 
face was his cock. It was limp and I was told to get it hard so he 
could fuck me with it.

It still felt weird holding someone else's cock. It was soft in my 
hands but I could feel the vigour and menace that lurked within 
it. Slowly I rolled back the foreskin and revealed the head. At this 
distance it seemed massive. Soon that would be buried deep 
inside my vitals, pistoning in and out of me. Using me to excite 
him sexually and driving me mad with desire as he did so. God, I 
just hoped he would take me properly.

Slowly I took the head into my mouth. It was smooth and velvety. 
Through my hands, that were both wrapped round the shaft, I 
could feel his heartbeat pumping blood into it until it was 
engorged and filled my mouth.

I ran my tongue up and down the slit at the end. Playfully I tried 
to get the tip of my tongue down it. In such a short time his seed 
would be spurting from that slit and filling me.

He lay on the bed contentedly groaning with pleasure as I 
serviced his manhood with my tongue. Then his hands began to 
wander over my rump. My cheeks were spread and I felt 
something cold and wet touch my ring. I was being stretched 
and lubricated so that I could take him. God, why did the 
humiliation of being used by another man as a sex toy turn me 
on so much?

By now his probing fingers had reached my hot spot and logical 
thought was slipping once more from my grasp. I was doing my 
utmost with my tongue and lips to please him when I got roughly 
pulled off.

"Shit, you almost had me shooting there! You are getting good at 
looking after a man." He said as he pulled me round to face him.

"Now I want you to kneel on the bed, straddling me. That's right.",
he said, as he got me into position.

From here I could see his broad chest and I began to trace my 
fingers through the hair on it. Although the hair looked wiry and 
coarse, it was actually quite soft. By now he had me where he 
wanted me, and he gently pulled me down and I felt his weapon 
slip once more between the cheeks of my ass and push on the 
entrance to my back passage.

"Now, my little darling, why don't you just sit down and make 
yourself comfortable. Then you can take me at your own speed.", 
he said as he grinned up at me.

So now I had to impale myself on his spear. Cautiously I lowered 
myself onto his shaft. His fingering of my ring had once more 
worked its magic and the head of it was inside me before I really 
realised it. Centimetre by centimetre I lowered myself down onto 
him. Gradually he began to fill my ass. I stopped about half way 
down and eased off a bit, just to find out what it felt like. Then I 
sank all the way down until my back was arched and my buns 
were pressed into his pubes. Two hands eased my buns wider 
apart and even more of him sank into me. I now had a man inside 
me and I felt a bizarre sense pride at the achievement.

"Good girl." He said, leaning back with his arms behind his head. 
"Now go fuck yourself."

The final humiliation, he was not even going to fuck me, he was 
making me do it to myself. Gingerly I raised myself a little into 
the air and felt him slide from me then I lowered myself until he 
filled me. Gathering up my courage I began to move higher, 
allowing more of him to pull out of me and increased the speed 
of the return stroke.

I suddenly I realise that I could ram him into me as hard as I
liked. Throwing caution to the wind I began going as high as I
dared, leaving only the head inside me, then smashing back
down driving him hard up inside me again.

I was just enjoying the sensation of having my ass worked out 
decently when he moved and his hands caught my shoulders 
and pulled me roughly to his chest. In one fluid movement he 
rolled us both over and I found that I was now lying on my back 
facing him. My legs were on his shoulders and his manhood was 
still deep inside me.

Sweat was already dripping from him and landing on me. He now 
had me pinned to the bed and there was no way I could escape 
or even protect myself in any way. The fear must have shown on 
my face because the most evil grin flitted across his. I had 
asked for it and now I knew that I was about to get it. Those 
powerful thighs of his were now put to work. He began fucking 
me as hard as I had been doing it to myself, then he really got 
into his stroke. 

I suddenly realised that he was actually hurting me. But a 
strange thing was happening.I should have been screaming and
begging him to stop but the pain of him driving himself into 
me was actually making me more sexually excited! Now he was 
fucking me with wild abandon, no thought of my discomfort was 
slowing him down, and I was egging him on. With a noise like a 
wild animal in rut he, at last, began to pump his seed into my 
belly and I could feel every single shot. 

Afterwards we collapsed into a heap of sweaty bodies. Our 
hearts raced and our breathing was laboured. He was inside me 
and I never wanted him to pull out, I was his, body and soul, to 
use or abuse as he wished.

Eventually he sat up, still keeping himself inside me, he looked 
down at me. "God, you really know how to take a man to 
Heaven." He said. Then he spat on his hand, grabbed my cock 
and slowly began to jack me off whilst he gently ran his wilting 
member in and out of my ravished ass. It took him less than 30 
seconds to get me to spray my load over us both.

After he pulled out of me he held me in position while he looked 
at my ring. He had a strangely satisfied look on his face as if the 
sight of his handiwork pleased him. He even gently fingered me 
there, as if to reassure himself.

He got me to the bathroom somehow. I could barely stand and 
walking was out of the question. Again I was sat on the toilet to 
recover while he washed up in the hand basin and he was just 
about to pee in it again when I said, "Don't!"

He shrugged his shoulders, walked over to where I was sitting, 
told me to open my legs, then calmly pissed straight between my 
legs into the pan. I looked up, the sight of him standing right 
before me, cock in hand, directing the yellow stream until it hit 
my cock, began to have a seriously strange effect on me. I 
should have been screaming abuse at him but the warm feeling 
of it running down my cock was making it rise again. 

"Whatever rings your chimes, my darling." He said keeping the 
stream on my hardening cock until he was finished. This left me 
quite dazed.

After a nice long, hot, relaxing bath the strength began to return 
to my legs. Judging by his reactions and comments, I got the 
impression that most of his sexual partners did not let him go as 
far as I had let him. I could also detect that this thrilled him and I 
hoped beyond all hope that I could feel a bond growing between 
us, because I could no longer contemplate my life without him.

We went to bed. He lay on his back, I lay on top of him, with 
those arms wrapped round me and lying between his great 
thighs, pressing against his cock which had so recently 
enthralled and violated me. Now it was a soft and gentle thing, 
but as I drifted off to sleep I knew that I could arouse it to the 
wildest and most violent passions, a power that I relished.

To be continued.

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Getting a Life Part 2 - Mark's Tale

Friday morning about 2 am the boss man turned up to see what 
progress we had made. As we were finished and just clearing up 
he was impressed. However he did quite a thorough inspection 
before he paid up. That didn't bother me, I know that we do good 
work and we passed with flying colours. He paid me and I split it 
50-50 with the other two. They get 50% between them and I get 
50%. Well I hunt down the jobs and set thing up. Then I do all the 
complicated stuff. They still made more in a week than they 
would in a month of regular work. Of course this meant that I had 
money to burn.

So from about 3 am until it was time to catch the train home I 
sniffed round the other building sites looking for work. I didn't 
find any, but I got a few good leads about who would be up to the 
neck in shit in the next month or so. I can wait until they are 
desperate enough to afford me.

I got on the train and sat in the aisle seat of a double. When we 
got to her stop she got on and I got her jammed into the seat 
nearest the window. At that time of the morning, the train is 
almost empty and those that are on it are half-asleep. Just as 
well because I had my finger up inside her before we were out of 
the tunnel. I put her hand on my meat, just so she knew what she 
had coming her way, and she loved it.

How we got through the park without getting up to something I 
do not know, but as soon as she was through her front door she 
was off. In nothing flat she was naked and tearing at my fly to 
get it out. My, my, was this the shy little thing that looked is if 
she was going to die of shock just because I stuck it in her face 
only yesterday?

Today, I let her do all the work. I made encouraging noises when 
she hit the right spots. She was feeling me all over and getting 
turned on by it. I get a kick out of that so it didn't take long for 
me to let her have the goodies. Ye Gods! It was like trying to get 
your cock out of the hose of a vacuum cleaner! She would not let 
go. I had to pull her to her feet and stick my tongue down her 
throat to get her mind off it.

About now seemed to be a good time to get some training done. 
To set things straight for you, I do the fucking. So far I have 
never been fucked and I have no wish to be fucked. However I 
do like being rimmed. Now some guys don't go on the idea of 
rimming and I have discovered a way round this. So it was now 
time to teach this bitch how to use her tongue on me.

I stripped and sat on her chest facing her feet and began to rim 
her. When she was squirming good and proper, I sat on her face. I 
could feel her tentatively licking me. So I took my face off her 
ass and went into her with my finger. In no time at all my 
fingering worked its miracle, her tongue was trying to rape my 
ass, so far so good.

Now I got her cock in my mouth and began to show her what 
could be done with tongue and lips. The more she rimmed me 
properly, the higher I took her. By the time she was shooting she 
was rimming me like a professional. As I said it is all in the 
teaching of them. I would be willing to bet that I'd only have to 
mention that I fancied being rimmed in future and she would 
have her tongue in my ring in nothing flat.

We got cleaned up and then she fed me. I could feel my feet 
going under the table here. Good grub and plenty of dirty sex, a 
lad could get to like this sort of life. Strange how I never saw 
these as danger signals.

We did the dishes and then I outlined my plans for the evening. 
Naturally shagging the ass off her was high on the list. So I 
carried her off to bed and showed her what to do. First I let her 
use her mouth to get me hard while I greased her up and got her 
loose enough to take me. She was learning fast and I had to pull 
her off before she made me shoot again.

Now I had formed this theory that she would like it rough. But 
this is skating on very thin ice. Some of them say "harder" and 
you let them have it and you find that you have half killed them 
and they will not let you up them again. Others get annoyed that 
you didn't give them enough. However there is a way round it. 
You just lie on your back, let them sit on it then see how hard 
they will fuck themselves. Then it is just a matter of rolling them 
over, pinning them to the bed and fucking them a little bit harder.

I must admit, although she started slowly, she was soon banging 
away like a good 'un. In fact she was thumping up and down on 
my cock far harder than I would ever have dared fuck her. So 
just as things were getting interesting I grabbed her and rolled 
her over.

Now I had her trapped. It was fun watching that idea sink in. 
Those frightened big brown eyes of hers belonged on Bambi. 
Now I could really push her to her limits and find out how rough 
she liked it. If she started hollering I would back off, otherwise 
together, we were heading for new horizons.

I started fucking the bitch as hard as possible. I felt her go 
through the pain barrier. I was hurting her like Hell but it was too 
late, she was too far gone, pain now only made it better. About 
here I could hold back my load no longer and dumped it in her. 
They used to call it, "the little death"; for the first time I knew 
what they meant. I could almost feel my life force pouring out of 
my cock and into her.

An age later I sat up and jacked her off. It took no time at all 
before she had us both covered in it. Then I managed to get my 
cock back out of her and had a look at her ring. It was slightly 
open, my spent cum was beginning to ooze out. The sight of an 
ass that I have freshly fucked does something to me. 
Experimentally I ran a finger into her, she was getting nice and 
slack, I liked that, she'd be a proper little cock hungry bitch in no 
time.

I carried her to the toilet. I had heard the expression, "fucked 
until you couldn't walk straight." I don't think the poor dear could 
walk at all, after I was finished with her. 

Just as I finished washing off my cock and was about to pee in 
the wash basin, she got all stroppy about it. So I walked 
over and pissed between her legs. I managed to hit her cock 
and, wow, did it ever turn the bitch on.

We had a bath and that seemed to bring her back to life. She 
seemed to like clinging to me so we fell asleep in each other's 
arms. She felt kind of nice in my arms. It made me feel big, butch 
and protective, that and the desire to slacken her up a bit more 
with my cock.

To be continued.

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