Describe the feeling you had the very first time you put your cock into another boys butthole.
Oh, no! I am probably going to have to have fusion on my back on a couple of vertebrae! I am so fucking scared and depressed! I am going to have to do therapy for a few weeks at least. God damn it! It sounds like IF this were a success that it will lead to more problems down the line with more of these surgeries! I don't have a choice though. My disc is two thirds crushed! :( I have GOT to loose a bunch of weight. I bet ninety pounds to be honest since I am 245 and 5'9".
My Fantasy
On the overcrowded subway car.
It's hot and humid.
Bodies sticking.
Men and boys going shirtless and in shorts.
Bumps and grinds can't be helped.
Noticeable packages begin to fluff up.
There are holes in your shorts.
Jon's right behind you.
His ample endowed "Jonjon" lengthens and peeks into view.
Another jolt, body’s move you two are slammed together.
"Jonjon" finds a place to hide.
Your eyes bug out by the suddenness.
Your magic button is hit.
OMG let it happen again.
And it does.
It's a bumpy ride.
You wouldn't want it any other way.
Jon leans in and says. Sorries!
You reply dreamily. "I like it."
You are being probed deeper than any scope has gone.
And loving every inch of it.
Your own cock is making a mess of your pants.
Good friend Kenny notices and spills his iced coffee on your shirt.
It might help explain the cream running down your legs.
The car stops to let some people off.
More cram on.
Pushing "Jonjon" deeper.
The car surges forward you are impaled again.
Rocked back and forth his girth increases.
You know what that means.
Your bowels battered.
Like you said you want this never to end.
No one to get off yet.
Your pants are sopping wet.
The thick musk of sweat in the air hides the smell of cum spilled.
Bump and grind continues.
Till, Jon can no longer, Hold back.
By this time you are in another world.
Legs feel wobbly.
Yet there is an almost unbelievable surge. Its mind boggling.
You are sperming a 3rd time!
You thought your tunnel was full.
Now with "Jonjon" gushes out like a fire hose he is so famed for.
Can you wrap your brain around that feeling?
Not sure if the large amount would fill to the point to reach your stomach.
Sure does feel that way though.
Thankfully "Jonjon" doesn’t shrivel when finished.
Little soft maybe but not enough to coaxed out.
With that flood of Jon’s juices you are well lubed.
The next stop the four of you get out.
Your friends walk close so you are not to display much.
You go into the men’s restroom where Kenny asks you what size you wear.
There is a clothing shop around the corner.
You sit in the stall and wait for him to return.
Brother’s Lukey and Jon say they will wait out side.
There is a flourish of movement another subway car has dropped off passengers.
There is a tap on the door you call out that the stall is occupied.
"Please mister, I gotta go." A young voice reply’s.
Being you your heart reaches out to the plea and unlock the door.
Boy about 12 shuffles in. Too anxious to relieve his bladder to notice you hadn't left the stall.
Long plundering stream hits the bowl. A sigh of relief emits from the boy.
After shaking off he realizes you are still there.
He sees your pants are soaked and dripping down your legs.
You hadn't had the time to clean up.
You are struck speechless for words and puzzled by the smirk on the boys face.
"That happens to me lots." The boy giggles.
Good friend Kenny is back with a clean pair of shorts and a package of boxer briefs.
The boy explains he is a bed wetter but has on occasion lost it when in a crowd.
" I'm always thirsty then I have to go fast."
The boy leaves so you can clean up and get dressed.
Even though the shorts you had on were a fave Kenny convinces you there are totaled.
He tosses them into the men’s room trash bin.
The back of them were ripped wide open for cripes sake.
Jon asks that that his life partner Han is not to know.
Kenny grins saying too late he celled me I told him why we would be late.
Well he said he has made dinner for us.
Jon's brother Lukey wants to get some fish at the Pike market then we'll be off.
