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I was reveling in a false ending, having been sucked dry by Clint. He wasn't
finished yet. His mouth had gone straight down to my butt. He was still holding
me under my knees and he pushed my legs farther out and was kissing and licking
my asshole. I came back to the real world in a hurry then.
"Clint, no. This was great, but we're at $750 and that should do me. I never
intended to go this far even."
"Do you?" Clint raised his head until our eyes met. "Precisely. I want to do
you, Ben. You're beautiful. You can't just break it off here."
"No, man. This is enough. I . . ."
"$250 for a fuck."
That almost took my breath away. "Another $250? Uh, sorry, Guy, but . . ."
"What's the problem, Ben? You've already been with a man now. It's nothing new.
Thousands of guys do it. And thousands of guys continue doing women too. There's
some pain, of course, especially the first couple of times. But the pleasure is
beyond anything you can get from a woman. The worst that can happen to you is
that you'll never again enjoy a woman as you do a man. Listen, $150 for a
prostate massage and another $200 for a fuck. That's $350 more."
"No, sorry . . . what's a prostate massage?" This was probably a question I
shouldn't have asked.
"There's nothing queer about that," Clint responded with a tone of irritation in
his voice. "Doctors do it for guys all the time, and the guys pay, and it's all
okay with everyone. They give prostate examines all the time by sticking their
fingers up your ass. With a prostate massage they just leave it there for a
while and get your nuts off. Don't you know that woman aren't the only ones with
G spots. The man's prostate is the same thing; some men build up so much semen
that they have to be milked by a doctor routinely. Massaging the prostate eases
the pain from semen buildup, and the pleasure of getting yourself off this way
can be greater than a straight fuck. Come on, it's obviously a new experience
for you, one that you could get with a prescription, and it doesn't mean you're
queer. Okay, last offer, both for an added $500."
I gulped. "Well, the prostate thing doesn't sound too . . ."
Before I had finished, Clint's mouth was back on my asshole and he was kissing
and tonguing the rim. I squirmed a bit when the tongue pushed slightly into the
asshole.
"Gotta loosen you up down here, Ben, so that it's all pleasure and no pain when
I insert to reach the prostate. I'll have to use some lubricant. It will help
friction and will help relax you. You're too tense, you need to relax."
"Okay," I said, "I'll try." It must have been lubricant that he'd taken out of
the drawer earlier, because I felt a cold glob of jell at my asshole. Clint was
spreading it around and rubbing it in with his fingers. Almost immediately I
felt myself relaxing down there and loosening up. He tentatively penetrated the
hole with one well-lubricated finger, and it didn't feel so bad. He held the
finger there near the entrance, waiting from the lubricant to take its full
effect.
"Here," he said. "Let's get in a better position. He hoped up on the island top
with his left butt cheek and stretched my right leg up and behind him. He was
leaning on his left arm above me. His heel of his right hand nuzzled up under my
balls as it had done before, when I intended never to go this far, with his
middle finger draped between my legs and at the entrance of the asshole.
"Can you get your other leg out to give your ass as full an opening as
possible?" he asked. And I lifted my leg and found I could dig into the island
counter edge with my heel. It was a good thing I had done flexibility exercises
while I was in the gym. Clint stared intently into my eyes and I locked mine on
his. He was giving me a reassuring smile. I wasn't all that reassured.
"Hands over head," he said. And I complied, stretching my torso out. His finger
inched into my hole. At first I thought it was going to hurt, but it didn't. And
when it didn't, my whole body relaxed. Feeling that, Clint's finger went in to
the sphincter muscle, where there was an initial tightening up, but then I
loosened again and it seemed that the sphincter was actually pulling the finger
in until Clint could feel the hardness of my prostate. I could feel that he'd
reached the goal as well, as a shiver of sensation went through my body.
"Found it," Clint said, with a grin. "First time. I'm a pro at this. It will
take some time now, but you should start feeling something new. You'll feel like
you have to piss at first and something will come out, but it will be semen.
You've had time to build some more up, young strapping stud that you are. Just
let it flow and enjoy the ride." I could feel the pressure of the pad of his
finger on my prostate and then he started the massage part—a gentle rubbing,
circular and up and down and back and forth, always with a pressure on the
prostate. As he said, I began to feel like I needed to piss and I could feel
precum dribbling out of my hole. But along with that came increasing waves of
pleasure. Not quite the same sensation of pumping a woman with my cock, but
somewhat the same—and perhaps even more pleasurable. And then I came again; this
time quietly and in a soft flowing of cum rather than the usual fountain
spurting. I felt weak and satisfied and fulfilled.
Clint removed his finger, took my leg out from behind his shoulder, and leaned
over and sucked my cock dry. I let my other leg fall down over the side of the
counter. Clint then stretched out beside me. His left hand went up to the arms I
was holding above my head and he entwined both of my wrists in his. His other
hand wandered around my torso, stroking and rubbing, while his face was buried
in my arm pit. I began to doze. It had been a profitable night. I'd made, what,
nearly a thousand dollars? I couldn't quite remember what the total was, because
it was a little confusing now what the deal was. I was lost so deeply in thought
that I didn't pick up on Clint's next move quickly enough to do anything about
it. The lubricant wasn't the only thing he'd taken out of the drawer. He
suddenly had some sort of leather strapping in his right hand and he had pushed
himself up and expertly lassoed my wrists that he'd been holding in his other
hand and then tied the other end to some handles on the other side of the
island. I was trapped then.
"Clint, what are you doing, man?"
"$500. Just keep thinking of that $500, Ben. You're driving me crazy. I've got
to fuck you, man. I've got to have my cock in you. I've dreamed of this for so
long. I'll keep to the agreement, but I'm doin' you. No more coy talk. If you
scream, I'll gag you."
"Clint, no, no. I don't want the $500. Just what you already owe me. Let me
loose." I would have tried kicking him, but he'd already strapped off my legs to
the door handles on the near side of island. He'd used long leads, though, so
that my legs had full maneuverability. He just wanted me to know I wasn't going
anywhere soon with them.
"I don't want to hurt you, Ben. I want us to do this all again someday. I just
have got to have you. I can be as gentle as possible. Just quiet down. He was
stroking and rubbing me from belly down to dick and inside my thighs. I was
beginning to calm down, when I saw the dildo in his hand. It wasn't as long and
as thick as his own dong, but it looked intimidating enough. I looked on in
horror as he lathered it up with the lubricant. Clint looked at my eyes and saw
the fear.
"You mean your lady hasn't even done this for you? Ben, Ben, Ben, you're going
to want to switch over to the pleasure side now for sure. And don't worry," he
added. "I'm not doing anything terrible with this. This is just to prepare you
for the real thing. You definitely would feel the pain if I just went up your
ass now. This will loosen and open you up." With I felt the head of the fake
cock at my hole. It went in an inch or two and Clint stopped to let me
accommodate it. He rotated it around a bit to help open me up. My hole complied,
and once again my sphincter muscle picked it up as it pushed farther in and
pulled it on end.
"Good. At least three inches. You should feel it against the prostate again.
Stud like you should be producing milk again already." And he was right on both
counts. I could feel it rubbing on the prostate, felt like pissing again, and
felt the semen start to rise. Clint's free hand went to my cock and he rubbed
the cum around my glans and slowly stroked my piece. I swallowed hard as I felt
the dildo slide in farther than Clint had penetrated with his finger.
"Four. No, now five inches. Very good, buddy." I was panting and felt like I had
to take a shit.
"Six inches." My intestines were trying to reject the foreign object. Short
pants. Clint stroked my chest and belly, calming me down. The lubricant was
taking greater effect. The spasms in my colon died down.
"Seven inches." That's as big as this is. I'm afraid I'm a little bigger, but
this is the best I can do for you. Needs to be wider too, though." And I felt
him start to rotate the dildo around in my hole. It had a curve to it just as
Clint's did, and I could feel the head massaging my colon walls as it rotated.
The pain, pressure, and feeling of being stuffed began to subside, and Clint
could feel me relax. He slow pulled it out in a screwing motion.
"Brings a whole new meaning to screwing, doesn't it?" he said. Then the dildo
was out, and Clint's hand was off my lower belly. He stood back from me, and
then I saw him open a packet and rolling a condom onto his stiff prick. There
was no doubt where this was leading. Then Clint stepped back up to and his hands
were on both of my hips, pulling my butt down and over the edge of the island.
He had kicked over a small stool and there he was hovering over me.
"No, Clint, no," I said weakly, all my defenses gone. But he wasn't listening to
me. He took my right leg in his left hand on the calf and lifted and spread it.
With his right hand, he positioned his dick head at my asshole. I felt him push
in to the rim of the glans with a grunt. The dildo was a piece of cake compared
to this. I was panting again and was bucking my pelvis trying to force him out.
But that had the opposite effect. He just leaned into me and my bucking drew the
huge tool inward, in to the sphincter muscle, which grabbed it and through his
dick head right up against the prostrate. Sensing he was here, Clint rubbed his
dick in and out ever so slightly, giving friction to my now-well-exercised
prostate muscle.
"Found it again, didn't I?" he said with a big smile. I just groaned and turned
my head. "God, I'm good," he said, "And you, Ben. You are one fine piece of
ass." His dick well in now, he grabbed my other leg at the calf with his right
hand and split me up and out as far as I would go. Then he walked another two
inches into me. I shuddered, trying to make some sort of escape move, but not
having any leverage.
"Please, please, Clint. You're splitting me apart."
"Gosh, I'm not even in as far as the dildo went, Ben. Although I guess I am a
lot thicker." And he was, and I was feeling completely stuffed, and my colon was
spasming again and he kept on coming.
"There, that's got to be the seven and a half. Oh, I love what your channel is
doing. Oh, Gawd. There, Ben, You've done it. I'm up to the root."
Great I thought. Now it's about over. But, of course, it wasn't. He started to
slowly pump me. At first all work with deep purchase, to get my canal to open to
him as much as possible, and then longer strokes.
"There, we're all open and comfortable," he said cheerfully. Speak for yourself,
I thought, but, indeed, he was all in and I was open to him, not feeling much
pain and feeling at least a bit of pleasure.
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