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Monday, March 18, 2013

All Male Fiction: Promises, Promises

By: AfroerotiK

Being a bachelor is great, right? You can do what you want, come and go as you please, with no one to answer to. However, there's a side to living the single life that a lot of guys don't like to talk about. If the majority of your sex comes from a computer screen, and not a human being, life can be really lonely for the single guy.
That was the sad reality for Chase. He worked nine to five at a job that was incredibly boring. He couldn't really complain too much, though. He got away with doing as little work as possible and got paid well enough to save a little, and live comfortably. He was attractive by most standards, but he just wasn't the sort of guy that felt comfortable going out and picking up random chicks. He could if he applied himself to the effort, but it just didn’t seem worth the drama.
It was the ride home from work where Chase's inner sexual demons started taunting him. Living alone, Chase had become addicted to masturbation. He felt guilty about the fact that he felt like he was enslaved to his raging sexual desires. Sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic, he made a deal with himself. "I'm not going to do it tonight. Yeah, in fact I'm not going to do it for an entire month, starting today, I promise," he affirmed aloud.
Arriving home, Chase headed straight for the bathroom to take a much needed leak. Pulling out his dick, he let loose with a stream of piss. It felt good just holding it in his hand, and before he had finished emptying his bladder his dick was getting hard. He stroked it a little and pulled his balls out and started rolling them in his fingers. Catching a glance in the mirror, the guilt hit him and he stopped before he got too carried away.
Getting out of his suit and putting on some comfortable sweats, Chase was free to fix dinner. Well, he ordered take-out because he had never even used his stove before. Committed to his promise not to masturbate, he sat down to watch TV while he ate his buffalo wings. He hadn't even been home for an hour before he started getting anxious. "I'll just log on, check my email, and log off,” he said aloud to himself, knowing that it was the Internet that was his downfall.
He checked his email and other than notification that an ousted Nigerian parliamentarian was seeking his assistance in getting two million bucks out of the country, he didn't have any emails. He checked his Twitter and Facebook, wrote about how much he hated his job on his blog, and didn't see a reason not to check his Xtube page while he was at it. There couldn't be any harm in checking out a few vids, could there?
The temptation was just too great as he went ahead and checked out some of the recently added videos. He watched a few women getting pounded hard while he played with his nipples, twisting and rubbing them. Before he knew it, Chase had been watching porn for two hours and his dick was as hard as a rock, and he was stroking it with his favorite lotion for lube. He'd been teasing himself the entire time and he was desperate to cum.
He struggled within himself. He didn't want to go back on his promise, but he was so horny, so turned on. He felt ashamed of himself, and guilty. It was almost as if his lust controlled him when he was in this sort of aroused state. Now, completely naked, he was fingering his ass and didn't give a damn about the empty promise he'd made to himself.
He went to his closet and got out all of his toys. Chase had a collection of dildos that went from small butt plugs he could wear under his suits at work with no one the wiser, to humongous dildos that didn't look like human beings could take them. His dick leaked pre-cum at the very thought of feeling those huge, fake dicks penetrating his ass.
Part of his arousal was feeling the shame. He felt dirty and abnormal for loving things shoved up his ass, but that turned him on as well. He was terrified he was the only guy in the world who loved women, loved pussy, loved fucking, but also loved feeling his asshole stuffed with big fake dicks. When he was aroused like this, his ass had a mind of its own. He couldn't count how many times he'd thrown every dildo he owned away, promising to never do it again, only to wind up a few weeks later replacing all the ones he'd discarded, and buying even more to add to his collection. He just couldn't come to terms with the fact that his asshole would get as horny as a pussy, throbbing and desperate to be filled, fucked savagely, and left gaping open.
As hard as he tried, he couldn't go more than three or four days without using his toys. When he started to jerk off his stiff, throbbing erection something in him took over. He was in a zone, out of control with his fantasies, and he would crave the feeling of a big, hard dildo deep, deep inside him. It was all he could think about.
Truth be told, he was crazy for the feeling of being penetrated, but he was terrified of being bisexual. Those fears seemed to disappear when he was fucking himself; he got off in those moments of depravity by thinking of himself as a faggot gangbang slut, taking on four and five dudes at a time, being used, driving them crazy with his insatiable hole that couldn't be satisfied, a hole that would drain them of their cum and be ready for more.
By eleven o'clock, Chase was deep in his nightly routine, and after working his way up from small to large, he was now ready to take the 13-inch dildo in his ass. It was over four inches thick at the base and as black as night. He positioned the base on the wall and got on his knees. He teased himself by rubbing it up and down his ass crack and over his balls. He liked teasing himself, pretending that he had to beg for it like a filthy whore. His asshole was throbbing with desire and he heard himself moan as he backed up on the head. For Chase, that was one of the most intense feelings, feeling that thick head pop in his hole. He taunted his fantasy lover, "Oh yeah, does that feel good? You like the way my tight hole makes you feel?" He backed up on the dildo and felt every inch as it went deeper and deeper inside.
The feeling of fullness was indescribable. Chase wished he could stay like that forever, with that huge dildo deep in him, filling him, keeping him on the edge of pleasure, and satisfying a need in him to be filled. He grabbed another dildo and shoved it in his mouth, sucking it like only a cheap whore could. In his mind, he was a cum slut, bareback bitch, getting hot cum pumped in him from both ends.
Chase was like an animal, sweating and moaning and fucking himself like crazy. He worked every inch of that thick dildo in his ass, and wiggled that ass like a stripper to work it deeper. He got into a rhythm where he would take it all the way out to the head and slam back on it hard, causing himself to moan out in pleasure as he fucked himself over and over again. When he felt himself getting close to cumming he stopped. Prolonging the pleasure was such an intense high, he didn't mind only getting a few hours of sleep at night in order to scratch that itch in his man-cunt.
When he knew he couldn't take it anymore, when he knew he was about to explode with cum, he turned on his web cam, mounted his favorite curved dildo to his chair, and gave a show for anyone who wanted to see. His fans loved seeing him ride that thick dildo as much as they loved seeing him stroke his own impressive dick. Every time that curved dildo hit his spot, he would moan like a bitch. The muscles in his thighs flexed and he jerked his erection in time, hard and fast. "Fuck, it feels so fucking good. Oh god, I can't take it! I'm gonna cum! Shit! Fuck! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"
As soon as he finished cumming he switched off the cam. With his horniness gone (for a short while anyway), he, like always, felt disgusted by what he had just done, that he enjoyed doing something so… so gay, and also felt totally humiliated knowing all those strangers had seen him shoving dildos in his ass, and getting off on it so much. He made a promise to himself right then and there that he would throw out all those dildos in the morning, and to punish himself for what he’d done. And, for breaking his previous promise, he wouldn't masturbate again for two months!
When he awoke the next morning, his hand instinctively moved to his morning hard-on. He just held onto it for a few moments as he thought about the promise he had made to himself just hours earlier. "Promises, promises," he sighed as he started to masturbate.
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1 comment:

  1. same as i, only one difference i never promise to stop. i promice to myself to do it more and reach the bation/idiocy stage.segaiolo