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The tone was so calm, by my cock tried to get harder than it already
was. He brought is cheek back past mine again, this time stopping in
front of my lips. Oh no, I just closed my eyes. He was gentle, but I
was scared, my tongue retreating to the very back of my mouth. His
tongue worked its way in, I could not stop it, and didn't want to. In
a few moments, is entire tongue filled my mouth, but my tongue stayed
in back, too frightened to move.

He broke the kiss long enough to say one word, "Tongue". The kiss
resumed were it left off, but I still did nothing. This time, when he
broke the kiss, he gave my cheek a light slap, and said the word
again, "Tongue, now". It was a command. My tongue took a small step
forward, making delicate contact with Johnny's massive tongue. I
almost collapsed. Seriously. So strong, yet delicate. His tongue
started retreating, until I was actually pushing deeply into his.

He broke the kiss, holding my head by the hair on the back of my head,
his mouth at my ear.

"Safe, sane, consensual. My words and deeds may scare you, but that
is all we will do. If you need a break, just say 'safety' at anytime.
'Safety' is the safety word. We will stop, and I will hold you until
you calm back down. OK?"

I nodded OK.

"I have to hear you say it," Johnny said looking deep into my eyes.

I took a large breath of air, and said clearly, "OK". He hugged me
lightly and licked the back of my neck. That touched both my hear and
my groin, because there was no doubt he had a massive boner. I gently
caressed him back, wondering why the little speech, which is actually
one most important ones about how two adults should play. Fine, I am
new to this, but, well, it is his bedroom, and he is in charge.

He asked me to face the door and lean on it lightly with two hands.
Then he asked me quietly to close my eyes.

"Don't move. It is for your safety."

Huh? What the fuck did that mean. With my eyes closed, I could only
wonder as I heard him rummage around his room. Don't move? He was
going this way and that, for reasons I had no clue. He stood behind
me again, and with one foot forced my legs apart. That leg worked its
way between my thighs. I felt his chest on my back, and he was
breathing in my ear again. We stayed like that for a while, my butt
cheeks very aware of his erection pressed against the crack.

He whispered, "Very still." And with that, I felt something cool on
my chest through the t-shirt. I wasn't sure what it was, but felt
frightened.

"I asked you to wear a tight t-shirt. I will cut it off with this
knife." A knife? Oh shit. I was in a panic. The blade moved slowly
across my chest. My skin was sooo aware of that edge as it went into
the value of my pecs, then crawled up the other side. A flick, and it
traveled the other direction. I was ready to say safety, I was
totally ready to say safety, but then I remembered the hug. I bounced
between thoughts of the hug, and that knife edge.

And then the blade was no longer on my chest. The skin of my pecs
actually cried out for the knife to return. I hadn't been cut, just
nearly overcome with sensations.

My tight t was pulled away from my chest. I could tell the point of
the knife was traveling off the cloth. The cloth started to rip down
low. Johnny ripped the front of the t in two. I gasped. And the
knife was back, this time right on the skin. One more pass along his
chest, with all of my attention focused on it. I noticed that my
penis had actually softened, but that was because the skin on my chest
was demanding blood. The blade made its return trip and left, and I
sighed. I felt more exposed because it had been ripped apart. I
wanted to think about this episode, what it might mean, but I didn't
get a chance.

The knife handle started in the middle of my back. I knew where
Johnny was taking it. All my blood rearranged itself, and flooded my
loins. The handle had reached my butt crack, and continued to go
south. It did a small twist on top of my anus, and kept on, making it
to the base of my balls. There it turn back, and stopped right on my
anus.

Johnny leaned into my ear. He started to lick my ear like a cat,
while the knife handle knocked on my back door. After a few minutes
of licking, he said with utmost calm, "I am going to homosexually rape
you", and then he went back to licking my ear and holding me. Part of
my mind screamed SAFETY, but he was holding me, licking me. I had to
decide if I believed his words about the words being scary, but still
safe, sane, and consensual. I needed to figure this out, but again,
he was not given the time, because Johnny was putting lube on his
large index finger. I watched as it went behind my back and found my
boy hole. His finger swirled around in hole, and my mind swirled
around with it. Just the pad dipped in, then backed off. My anus
contracted strongly, then relaxed. Again, the pad dipped in, just a
bit further, and out quickly. This was the rhythm. Slowly, but
deeper with each try.

I was very still gulping for air. This felt too good. Then it
stopped.

He put his big index finger under my nose so I could smell exactly
were it had been. Lube was put on like mustard on a hot dog.

"Show me you want it." Down behind me went his hand. He touched me,
square on my hole, and waited. I knew he was waiting. I pushed back,
and pushed back, till it was all inside me, and my prostrate was
feeling the pressure. I tried to twist on it, drive it deeper, and he
almost lifted me off the ground by driving it that deep. Then, it was
quickly pulled away.

The lube was now being dripped into something that looked like a small
plunger. "When a bitch gets a yeast infection, they use this to kill
it off." With a quick gesture, the plunger was up deep in my anus.
But I don't have a yeast infection, and that was lube after all.
Maybe he is making it gentle? If I had time to think, but of course
I didn't.

My butt crack felt the head of Johnny's cock. Massive. This was not
going to work. Oh no, no way. Think about how taking a shit happens.
It has a slower time that fucking women. A slower time, give it time,
accept some pain, time and pain, fuck, the pain, so big, not going to
work, fuck, and then the head was in. No more pushing.

"Grab my cock with your boy pussy"

I froze.

Johnny pulled on his hair. "Commit a blatantly homosexual act,
bitch. Grab for more cock with your hole."

I still couldn't move from weakness.

John gently played with my ear. "Prove to your man bitch, that you
wanted to be ravaged."

Ravaged? That was it, to feel so much of my own sexual animal nature,
to be so true to that animal fuck instinct, to be crazy. Yes, I was
being ravaged. I pushed back. Anyone watching would not have seen
anything, the first step was so small.

"Slut." That insult was what I needed. Now I wanted his huge
member. And it was huge, so huge, it hurt, but I was crazy hungry for
cock, Johnny's cock, deep up my asshole, violated, raped, the slut
that I am. Despite the pain, he was all the way in, and now it was my
turn to be horny and mad, and I tried to squeeze my asshole so tight
it would cut off his dick, so I could keep it. Not a ration thought,
but I was beyond that.

"Tight bitch slut. I am going to cum, fuck, yeah" while he reached
and yanked my cock not more than a half dozen times. My cum flew out
and hit the door, spasm after spasm. There was still a cock up my
ass, but his spasms were calming too. The only thing that kept me
standing was that cock. I had hit a wall too. Johnny carried me to
the bed, and for the first time, we laid down together.

I blacked out for fifteen minutes. When I woke back up, my loins were
still buzzing, my cock flying at half mast. This had been all planed
out I realized, for both of our pleasure. There was lube dripping out
of my hole, not cum or blood. That was trash talk, like that phrase
he didn't even feel like repeating now, too hot, too dangerous, but
that is where the best erotica lives. One thing I wanted to know was
if Johnny was excited right now. That would be a blatantly homosexual
action, to touch his cock. It was at half mast, but Johnny didn't
move, he was cool about that.

I looked at my underwear at the door. I didn't have a t-shirt to wear
home, and I noticed, that my underwear had also been cut, so it would
be just my shorts. I could just go, but I had another thought. I
turned to face Johnny.

"We need one more picture," I asserted. Johnny just raised an
eyebrow. "An action shot. Me on all fours with your cock deep up my
ass."

"Yeah! Let's set up the shot. First, though, my balls have been
sweating and need a good cleaning."

And with that, I put all my energy into the task of licking and
sucking his balls. I wanted to go for another ride.