[Part 23]




  
     I was spellbound, definately enraptured to the most fantastic
 sight I could have ever seen between two men as I watched Morise's
 monstercockhead slowly penetrate Juleon's tight analring with
 excruciating slowness and precision.

  Juleon's body was trembling above me, and rightfully so. He had
 exclaimed that he'd never taken anyone anally before... much less
 someone of Morise's abundant proportions and I knew exactly how he
 must be feeling at the moment. In my own younger days I'd fooled
 around with a few guys around my own age but had never been anally
 fucked by any of them... until I'd met my first truely older,
 'daddy-type' man who was probably at the very least ten years my
 senior. He was also my 'first' as far as being with someone who was
 considered 'hung'. His cock had to've been at least ten inches of
 steely hardness and about as thick around as my wrist.

  His name was Chad and he seemed to be everything that I felt had 
been missing in my life up til that moment. A handsome, rugged man who
 had an eye for younger men just coming into their own in sexual
 maturity. I was nineteen then, a 'late-bloomer' by the standards of
 most, too awkward and shy to've been 'sexually active' like most of
 the younger boys in my neighborhood growing up. In fact I was still
 exploring the wonders and decadence of the 'big city' when he drove 
up alongside me one day.

  Funny thing was, as a kid I'd always been taught never to accept 
rides from strangers and all that other stuff parents teach you in
 hopes of keeping you safe but when you get older, you sort of start
 start 'pushing the boundries' as it were and try out new things. Oh
 yes, he was certainly handsome and his face seemed to show nothing 
but an honesty and appreciation of what he saw in me and so I told him
 that as a 'middle ground' if he'd like to just sit somewhere and talk
 to me first... get to know one another a little better, that I might
 be more agreeable and he accepted.

  We sat in the middle of downtown and talked for awhile. He even 
offered to buy me lunch but I declined and paid for my own meal, which
 seemed to further impress upon him my readiness and willingness to
 pull my own weight as it were. Time passed and finally I accepted his
 invitation to return with him to his place. Admittedly nervous at
 first, he saw my hesitancy and simply set me beside him on th bed and
 we kissed, long and lingering. I think he must have sensed that
 although I may've not been a complete stranger to sex, that I had 
never really experienced actual love-making between two males and in
 no time my reluctance turned to eagerness... that is, until he told
 me he wanted to fuck me and got undressed and for the first time I 
saw what I'd only dared to sneak in groping caresses through his 
pants before.

  Now I'd felt the massive, cloth-covered bulge in his pants before so
 knew he must be quite substantial, but once he'd undid his pants and
 slid down his underwear and his monstercock sprang free in full view 
I had to admit that I must've been delirious to think I'd ever want
 that thing inside me. I'd never taken anything inside me before and 
even (in a perverse thought) the 'logs' I may've passed that'd came
 anywhere near as thick as what this guy was sporting usually had me
 wincing in a bit of pain in their passing so I knew that I was
 definately going to be gritting my teeth trying to take him.

  But once again he had already judged my reaction and was gentle and
 took things as slow as I wanted and assured me that although it would
 be a bit painful at first, that he wanted to have me... on more than
 one occassion and that he'd make sure to see to it that I'd enjoy it
 enough to want him again... and again... ...and he was good as his
 word on that too.

  I must've been one of the longest, slowest times he'd ever taken to 
get his huge cock entirely up inside me and there was this sort of
 'halfway point' where I thought I couldn't possibly take any more and
 he just held himself still and steady until finally my body eventually
 relaxed and next thing I knew the rest of his cock slid effortlessly
 into with a slow rythm as was akin to passing wastes, only in reverse
 and suddenly I felt a wonderful feeling of being so completely filled
 and I must've been in shock when the comforting weight of his body
 settled down on mine and we simply just laid there for a bit, both of
 us getting used to the feeling of his huge cock inside me and my
 tightness around him. I swear to this day that I think I felt his
 heartbeat more-so from the pulsing of his cock than from his chest 
on my back.

  Chad was a true master and he didn't even budge until I sent him a
 reassuring wiggle of my own body that I felt I was ready now to try
 and accomodate his thrusting and even then he assured me that we'd
 have to take things slow. He started out with a soft, slow gyration 
to allow my body more time to grow accustomed to feeling something so
 large moving around inside of me and slowly he churned his cock around
 in me, gradually adding an in and outwards motion that afforded me
 the time to adjust to him more easily.

  Needless to say that by the time he'd finished with me we were both
 so exhausted that we simply stopped after his rythm reached that
 frenzied pitch just before climax and I felt with awe as every spurt
 of his cream traveled the length of his cock but somehow seemed to
 feel nothing of it inside me since I'd already felt more stuffed
 than I'd ever felt before.

  It was Chad's attitude, both towards what he possessed and in 
knowing  how to get others to accept and appreciate all that he had 
to offer that had made me get a respect and admiration for 
well-endowed, 'monstercocked' men. Being rather large myself and 
having gone through a small fraction of what he, and most likely 
all, guys go through in their quest to find someone with whom they
 can be with. He'd later wound up moving... both out of state and 
out of my life... but never out of my heart. 

  Another loud grunt snapped me from my reminiscing and my attention
 once more focused on Juleon's ass, now being pried apart by an even
 bigger cock than what I'd taken those many years ago and I had to 
realize that what I'd gone through and what he was going through 
now, while seemingly similar, also had it's differences. Morise was
 caught up in his lust to conquer. I don't think he had much, if any
 consideration for how well the delivery boy might be able to handle
 the huge trucker's monstercock and I knew that it whole scenario was
 on the verge of being rape... if indeed it hadn't already crossed 
that fine line.

  I forced myself to move out from under them and knelt beside Morise
 and placed my hand on his shoulder, nudging him until he'd 
acknowledged my presence with a sidelong glance. My look and a slight
 head gesture let him read into my concerns and he gave a 
deep, gutteral growl as though barely able to hold himself
 back. 'He's only human' my eyes beseeched his and got only the
 faintest look of realization in return, but Morise did seem to 
'come 'round' and his determination did seem to shift more. Breifly
 his eyes even had that look of realization as of if someone had just
 caught themselves from making a terrible mistake and his body froze
 under the circumspicion that he was giving Juleon his chance to
 adjust to this first stage of being so widened by such a girthy 
cock and we both looked down as Juleon's trembling body began to
 gradually subside though his breathing was still catching and 
shuddering.

  "Let'im catch 'is breath fer a moment ya big lug... hell, yer a 
heavy brute y'know..." I chided Morise, giving us all pretense to 
shift the true source of what may later prove troublesome for us 
all. The burly bruin held fast and leaned in closer to Juleon and 
even though he spoke softly, my keen hearing picked it up quite 
well...

  "Ya Ok there dude?... I know I can fergit m'self there sometimes...
 jus' that'cha looked like one'a the few guys physically capable'a 
handlin' me..."

  "You... whoof!... kiddin'?... S-sure hope that... huff-huff... 
wasn't... yer best shot, pal... c-cause... I ain't even busted a
 sweat!" Juleon replied bravely, although falteringly.

  Morise got this smirk next that told that he was about to redouble
 his efforts and really make this 'kid' holler next but my hand was
 still on his shoulder and I dug my fingernails in deeper. The 
trucker's lips peeled back in a wince and then his expression and 
glance at my hand had me snap my attention to where it lay. A tiny 
bead of blood had begun to well up around each point where my 
fingernails were dug into his flesh and I knew that my transformation
 was progressing to the point where I'd have to excuse myself from the
 'festivities' or I'd have to be doing quite a bit of awkward
 explaining...


[To be continued...]