Anal Boy Toy by dogduty
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This is a fictional story for the most part. The chance sexual encounter is true though.
Here’s my story of how I managed to deal with my attraction to anal sex. Or better yet, how it took control and managed me. While growing up in a small town in the Midwest. Lets just say, sexual opportunities were far and few in-between. Not to mention the fact, even if a person did “get lucky.” A day later, everybody in town would seem to know about it. That being said. You had to be very careful with your actions.
Like most boys, my problem started when I reached puberty. Uncontrollable hard-ons. Hormones going wild. And the sexual urges could be unbearable at times. This resulting in another fact. I had to have been the king of masturbation. When ever I had the chance, I’d have a fistful of hard cock. Jerking off to some crazy sexual fantasy. Which was usually me fantasizing about fucking a girl or woman who grabbed my recent attention.
It wasn’t long before I noticed I had a strong attraction to girls asses. I don’t know why. But I loved to look at a girls ass. There was something about a nice ass that would make my cock rock hard. If I seen a hot sexy ass during the day. Guaranteed, that night when I went to bed. I’d be fantasizing that I’d be fucking that ass as I jerked my cock till I shot my load.
My obsession for anal sex got stronger and stronger. After awhile, I found myself even fantasizing that my own ass was getting fucked. Since I knew, small town and all, this couldn’t be a reality. I compromised by playing with different objects. You know, putting different objects into my asshole. I loved the feeling of getting my asshole stretched open as an object worked it’s way in.
You have to remember too, this was before computers. And the internet. So really, all a person had was your imagination. Especially in high school, small town and all. If you were lucky, a nude magazine would come along now and then. To fuel your fire and desires even more.
There was an individual who lived in town though. That had a reputation. His name was Carl. Carl was married to a very nice lady. But he himself, had a rumored reputation of being kind of squirrelly. He had a look sometimes that made you wonder what he was thinking. Some people claimed he liked little boys. I myself had never seen any reason to think any of this was true. Carl was always nice to me, never once did I suspect anything weird was going on.
Carl did go out of town for a few days at a time. I always thought his work was the reason. But some in town, claimed he would leave town to go see his queer friends. It all made a person wonder what the real truth was.
Carl and his wife were even on my paper route. Once a month I’d stop over at their house to collect the money for the paper. By now, I was a senior in high school. Thinking about college next fall. I’d even talk about the college of my choice with Carl and his wife. At the time, I figured this was just harmless talk. No reason to think otherwise.
One Saturday morning, I stopped at their house to collect for the paper. Like I had done once a month for 4 years already. I knocked, his wife invited me in. Once inside, she told me she had to go get her purse. Then told me to please come in a make myself comfortable. Then instructed me to go sit down in the living room while I waited.
I did this. As I was sitting down on the sofa. I looked up and noticed that Carl was sitting in a lounge chair across from the sofa. Instantly my eyes widened as they focused in on Carl. To my shock, there he was, shirt wide open, his pants and underwear were down around his ankles. Half naked, there he sat, with his rock hard cock pointing straight up in the air.
I didn’t know what to say or how to act. He just sat there, with a shit ass eating grin on his face. He sat there, smiling at me. Like he was proud of his hard cock. And wanted me to take notice. I was noticing all right. He grabbed his cock with one of his large hands and began to stroke it. His cock must have been 7-8 inches long and around 2 inches thick. And the one thing that really stood out, was its large mushroom head. Almost purple in color.
Besides my own cock. Which was no where’s near to size of Carl’s cock. His was the first other real hard cock I had ever seen in person. Even though I was only sitting there a couple minutes. The image had been burned into my brain. Soon, his wife came back, I got up, took her money, and left. The whole time, I wondered if she knew that he was sitting there like that.
After that, every time I seen the two of them, we all acted like nothing happened. Which was good and strange at the same time. That image of his cock began to haunt me. Not in a bad way I’d say. Just every once in awhile. I’d think about it. Sometimes in my fantasies. I’d imagine him sitting there. I’d strip down, and hover my bare ass over the top of his cock. Then I’d slide my asshole over that huge mushroom head of his. Then slide it down his shaft until I felt his hairy balls against my ass. My asshole would then work up and down on his rigid cock until he shot his load deep up my ass.
Eventually fall came, and off to college I went. About 300 miles from home. College life was treating me well. I made many new friends. Went on a few dates now and then. But I had nothing on a serious note. My obsession with asses never wavered. There were more nice asses than ever to watch and stare at now.
One Saturday night, a few of us from the dorm, went out to a bar and got a little ripped up. Later in the evening, after a fair amount of booze, and eyes getting full of nice hot asses at the bar. I was getting horny as hell. The booze wasn’t helping. It got to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. I left the bar.
I immediately drove to the adult book store in town. I needed to see and watch some porn. They had these little booths in the back where you could watch porn movies. Just what I needed to feed my lust for sex. I was walking down the hallway, looking at the movies being shown in each booth. When Holly Shit! I found myself looking at Carl. What are the odds of running into him here? Pretty good I guess.
He said hello. I was somewhat embarrassed to be caught in a place like this. Especially by someone I know. I soon settled down and realized who I was dealing with here. Maybe all those rumors are true. I said hello back. Carl replies, “Fancy meeting you here. You come here often?” I answered, “I guess I come here now and then. You know, look at some pussy.” Carl, “Damn right, a man has to keep his dick happy and satisfied. If you know what I mean.” I replied, “Yup, well, I’m gonna see if I can find a good flick.” Then I walked away from him.
I could see in the corner of my eye. Carl was watching where I went. My mind was racing. What the hell is going on here. I better careful. I don’t want to get into a situation over my head. God only knows of the ramifications that could happen. Maybe he is queer. I know I’m not. I like women. Then that image of his cock entered my mind front and center. Another troubling fact was this. There are no woman here. Just Carl, myself, and 2 other guys walking around. I’m still horny as hell too.