By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM
Collin MacDermott walked into Gracie's Pub that Friday after work feeling like death warmed over. He'd worked his ass off that week on a contract for one of his employer's companies to secure a fleet of trucks to use in their business, talking with the company that supplied the trucks whose agent kept coming up with reasons why the contract needed to be changed about this or that provision. Each time that dreaded call came in, Collin had had to talk to the people upstairs, explain the alteration requested, take any changes to the alterations they requested to the caller, listen to him complain about big corporations "strong-arming" the little guy and leaving it to Collin to bring about a solution to this conflict. He'd draft the contract and have it almost in final form and the call would come again about a different section. And to cap it all off, his boss, when presented with the latest requested change, had said, "Fuck that bastard. We'll open up negotiations with the Attadore Corporation for the trucks instead of him."
Now why couldn't his boss have said that three days ago? There is a state on the path to nirvana in the Buddhist religion called "satori" or the state of understanding the universe, and nirvana is of course the state of full enlightenment itself, which also means to understand that you are nothing and life is meaningless and why bother to go on to be reborn again anyway? He felt his job made him realize that fact about the universe three times a day!
Gracie's was a gay pub which was pretty raunchy after dark but now it was a fairly tame place to be. He had made a few hookups here, but usually when he felt like his pursuit of a long-term, loving relationship was taking too long and he'd settle for a quick-and-nasty joining with some man who he didn't know, didn't love and wouldn't remember clearly by this time next week.
He hitched up to the bar and ordered a draft beer (the pub only had Budweiser, but hell, he felt like one tonight instead of his more sophisticated drinks on better nights) and when he got it, he lifted the mug and quaffed a good third of it before he lowered the glass and set it on the bar before him.
"Bad day?" came a genial inquiry to his right.
"Bad isn't strong enough a word. Try ‘horrendous.'" he said and then realized he didn't know the guy, this was not one of his friends. He turned to look at the man.
Hey, nice package, a bit shorter than himself, with dark black hair (his own was medium brown), deep black eyes (brown for himself), a square-shaped face due to a sharp jawline, tawny brown skin that was either Latino or a damned good tan (the voice held no trace of an accent) and a body that was compact but well-muscled, he'd make a damned good one-time hookup and a great partner for some down-and-dirty male rutting with a good bit of aggressive "fuck you" sex that would release his tensions and leave his weekend worry-free and ready to face more of the same on Monday.
"Cheer up, man, things are going to get better real soon." the man moved closer. He wanted a hookup, too, good.
"How do you know that?" Collin wasn't ready to turn loose of his angst just yet.
"I've got a monster in my pocket."
Now that was a pick-up line he hadn't heard before. "A big, ugly one?"
"Biggest and ugliest. And it would love to get you in bed tonight, if you want to."
Collin picked up his beer again, drained another third, set it down again. "Damned right I want to. Can we go right now, I got a need to blow off steam along with some heavy-duty spunk and don't feel like making hours of small talk. Let's just do it."
"My monster feels exactly the same, it's practically ready to jump your bones here and now."
"Get us to a private place and I'm in for it." Collin would have taken a back alley at this point.
"My place is a block away from here." the man said.
"Great, let's go." Collin said. He picked up his beer, drained the glass, set it down and followed the man out the door.
They walked side-by-side down the sidewalk. "What's your name?" Collin asked.
"What is a name? Call me Humphrey."
"Humphrey. I'm David." Collin wasn't going to use his real name if this guy didn't. This guy's moniker was practically a joke. Humphrey. Hump free. Har, har. Fuck it, he didn't care. Get it in, get it off, get out, that was his plans for the next hour. Or less.
The man's place was a walk-up second-floor apartment occupying the mostly-business street, he walked through a door squeezed between a flower shop and an antique store (geez, how gay can a neighborhood get!), and up the worn wooden steps. The steps ended at a hallway that went at right angles to the stairs, with two doors on each side of the hallway, four such on either side of the steps. The same man probably owned this entire building. He was led to the left, and then the first door on the right, which must have a magnificent view of the garbage cans and nasty down-and-dirty sex going on in the alley behind the building. Two kinds of skanky. It fit his attitude.
Inside was what he expected, a rundown dresser and a bed which was a mattress up on something underneath he couldn't make out, no headboard or frame he could see. It would work.
He began to pull off his clothing, tugging his tie's neck-ring apart, so he could draw it off it over his head, dropping his blazer over a chair as rundown as the other furniture, got down to a tee-shirt and briefs and saw that Humphrey was still fully dressed. "Aren't you going to get undressed?" he asked. Was this some kind of scam, was he about to get robbed, or worse?
Humphrey said, "Waiting for you, first. My monster is more than ready for action."
He was too far to back out now. Collin got naked and crawled onto the bed, lay on his side and said, "Now what?"
"Ready for my monster?"
He was really overdoing it. To hell with it. "Yeah, yeah, give me that monster, I'm ready and more than ready."
"Okay, you asked for it." Humphrey undid his fly and opened his pants and....
Something sort of "flowed" out of the pants, or expanded like foam out of a shook-up bottle of warm Coca-Cola set on a table after opening. The form that shaped as it came out was not a cock of any size or shape whatsoever.
It formed a being human-like in where the head, arms and legs were, and the cock was in the right place, too (albeit a big, knobby one) and it stood on one leg while the last of the "foam" was the other leg, like it was stepping out of Humphrey's trousers. It finished forming, set its second foot on the floor and stood before Collin, leering. The cock was hard as a rock and about a foot long and over three inches across. Getting that cherry-smasher shoved up your ass would be closer to being fisted than fucked!
The thing stood like seven feet tall and twice as broad as a human's, with brownish-green skin that was leathery and knobbed all over with large bulbous bumps. The eyes were a dark tone the same as Humphrey's, and the teeth when it smiled/leered at him were human-like as well. The lips were large and distended much like the bigoted drawing of a 1940ish black person, the nose as wide-nostriled and somewhat flattened against the face, the cheeks were round and large enough to accommodate a leer twice or more times the size of a human's, the body was muscled if knobby, the strength this thing must have would be able to lift full-sized automobiles or break your back if it wanted to.
Collin skittered backwards like an acrobat doing a "spider-walk" to hit his back against the wall and he sat there as the thing approached him, unable to run and unable to scream, his mouth was open but his lungs didn't have the air in them to let him yell with it. He closed his mouth, swallowed, and got out, "What the hell?"
"Sorry," said Humphrey, "when Willis wants to get laid, I can't stop him, I can only find him someone to screw."
"Me?" as the face reached out to his body foremost. At least those broad, powerful-looking hands and arms weren't reaching, they held the being's body up on the mattress.
"Just let him have you and it will be over soon."
"I don't...!" Collin's voice choked off as the thing's face reached for his mid-section. The thing reached for his cock and now he did yell.
But the lips closed up on his dong and the warm tongue inside licked at his shaft and he gasped as his cock, not bothered by such niceties as the species of the licker or its appearance, stiffened and distended once more. The lips closed upon the now-rigid shaft and the thing began to suck on his cock.
"What, what?" Collin babbled, blocked by the large body and afraid to stop the fellatio he was now getting. Damned good fellatio, his cock told him. "What is it doing?"
"Willis is just enjoying your body." Humphrey said. "He'll suck you off then want to fuck you. Just let it happen, it won't be that bad."
"Not that bad? Not that bad?" Collin nattered. "I don't.... I don't...."
Damn, but those wide lips were doing marvels to his prick, it loved the warm soft silken feel of them and that powerful body was more than able to keep them sliding briskly up and down. The arms were on their elbows now, the hands moving up around his body to reach for Collin's nipples but as they caught hold of the soft nubs even as Collin struggled to stop them, the fingers gripped and fondled the little tips as delicately as the most sensitive of lovers.
"Oh, Jesus, jeez, I don't fucking believe this!" Collin moaned as the desire wrought by those thick lips milking his shaft drove him into increasingly dangerous territory. How could he be loving this? That monstrous, ugly head locked onto his cock and sucking his dong, it was, it was....
Collin moaned and reached for the broad head and gripped the skull and closed his eyes and moaned. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Humphrey fondling his dong and watching his pet monster (a monster in his pocket! God, was this where that came from? How long had these things been around?) slurping avidly on Collin's dong and Collin felt his body rising into climax, he moaned and writhed and the monster felt this and sped up the slurping on his pud, Collin was being pushed to his very limits of his need and he couldn't fight it, he couldn't, he felt his orgasm crash against the breakwaters of his defenses and they dissolved into dust and the rushing joy slamed into his body and he climaxed almost in an agony of ecstasy. "Oh, oh, God, AH-HAH-HUH, UH-GAH-HUNNNNNGGGHHHH!"
He shot a heavy load built up in his balls over the last four days of not even a jerk-off in the shower to alleviate it, all of that came soaring out of him and the monster sucked up the tasty hot goo and its tongue reveled in the onslaught and lapped about to capture any and every errant squib that Collin's prong blasted, he was defeated, he was overcome, he was drained and he ejaculated seven hefty gusts of spooge and then he was empty and he slumped down as limp as an empty packet of orange juice in a squeeze pack, panting hard.
The hands on his nipples came down and gripped Collin's hips and he found himself dragged down as the monster rose and he realized what would be coming next, that huge beast was going to shove that misshapen prick into his ass right now, right now! "No, oh, oh, no!"
The thick glans touched his anal sphincter and he screamed but the monster didn't even flinch at the loud noise and the powerful hips thrust and the large, knobbed, man-spear stabbed into his vitals. The monster didn't stop until all the huge length of a foot or more was driven into his bowels and Collin, his scream emptying his lungs and demolishing his strength, sank down into a brief lassitude.
The huge body pulled Collin to itself and the monster leered into his face and the lips moved to kiss his face as the heavy pud pulsed inside him. Collin felt the oversized mouth pressing against his own mouth and he let himself be kissed, then the lips slid over his cheek and the tongue licked at his left ear.
The monster pulled the cock slowly outwards and Collin felt the bumps on it play with his prostate like the biggest French tickler ever conceived, and his body again disregarded the source and accepted the joy that the pressure and slipping motion over his pair of internal love glands joyed in the attention that was being paid to them, sent out waves of pleasure and arousal into Collin's unresisting body.
He moaned and the monster shoved the huge shaft back into his body and Collin moaned and keened, but the moans were not of pain and the keens were not of distress, he felt a sense of renewed arousal stirring in him in a way that they hadn't since he had been eighteen years old and two older men had enticed him into a motel rendevous, then took turns taking their pleasure with the untrained but willing body that was Collin MacDermott today.
He was feeling that unending state of rut here and now, the sensations rushing through his body reinvigorated it, instead of feeling drained and void of testosterone, he felt vital and virile and vehemently ready for more and more and more!
He quit fighting the lust-ridden monster that had his legs trapped in the elbows of its arms, that was bucking vigorously at his divided buttocks, driving the thick, knobbed dong in and out of his ravaged ass and he only felt like this was the meaning of life, that which he had been searching for all his life, summed up in the ardently powerful being of this monster that had sprung at him from....
Reminded, he looked over at Humphrey and saw the man pumping on his dong as he watched the action. He caught Humphrey's eyes with his and gestured him over, soon Humphrey was on his knees near Collin's head and he sucked the man's actual cock (not the monster that been resting atop it from all appearances) with all the ardor he didn't need to give the beast that was pummeling his butt with rapid staccato movements that indicated the beast's climax was at hand.
The monster's eyes closed and the lips grimaced as the teeth clenched and the beast gave out a growling roar of feral lust and the hot spunk that flowed into Collin's ass seemed to effervesce inside of him, as if the spunk was foaming and boiling inside of his bowels. It was a hell of his sensation as his prostate was in the midst of it, and he groaned around Humphrey's cock and spurted his own second load which splattered the monster's chest with loud splats as the creature moaned atop him.
Collin closed his eyes at the passion and felt the beast release him, only Humphrey's cock in his mouth remained and he sucked at it rather languidly but the man was so excited by the scene he had watched and his own pleasuring with his hand that he soon came and Collin drank the human spooge with a vague feeling that this was somehow lacking in zest and flavor, even though the taste was familiar enough to him. As if, having dined on hamburgers all your life, you eat a steak for the first time, the hamburger remains as it was before, but you feel deprived and long for more of the better cut of meat you have now experienced and can not forget.
When he opened his eyes and looked about, he and Humphrey were alone in the apartment.
Humphrey got off the bed and refastened his pants. Did a brownish-green hand wave a farewell as he did that, a small, diminishing one? He wasn't sure. "That was great. Do you need cab fare to get home or something?"
"No, I have my car back at the bar."
"Great. I have to get to work early tomorrow...."
Collin knew what Humphrey was actually meaning. "Yeah, me too. Thanks, that was...unusual." He dressed as he continued to talk.
"You're telling me." Humphrey said. "Living with this monster in my pocket isn't easy but damned but it's always hot."
"That's for sure." Collin said. He didn't bother putting on his tie or blazer, just stuffed the one in the pocket of the other and slipped on his shoes sans socks, which also went into the blazer's pocket like malodorous monsters in waiting. "Well, thanks and I hope to see you again."
"You won't, but don't worry, I had a great time."
Collin walked out and wasn't surprised to hear the door lock behind him. He figured knocking wouldn't get an answer, not that he needed to. He walked to his car and drove on home, realizing that despite the unorthodox sexual session, he felt pretty freaking good right then.
He thought that was an end of it, but a few months later noticed a lump forming on his lower abdomen near the base of his shaft. It didn't bother him but it kept growing, becoming oval and a circular growth at the top of that formed and he figured he'd better get to a doctor's office soon. He got an appointment for two weeks later and let the matter ride.
The morning of the appointment, he looked at the lump, bigger than ever and he mused it must be cancerous after all, damn, he hoped they could save his cock if they went cutting into it.
Then, as he looked at the lump, the central upper lump opened its eyes at him. The exact shade of brown eyes as his own, which stared back at him trustfully. He canceled the appointment; he didn't need to go any longer.
A year later, he was at another bar on a Friday night. A large black man, strong and virile, stood at the bar. He walked up to the man and said, "Hi, there, I've got a monster in my pocket that would love to get to know you better...."
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