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Ted stared at the ass, then rubbed his eyes and stared some more.
He’d just woken up this morning, and it was there, between his desk and the glass shelving unit housing his Star Wars action figures collection. It stuck out comically from the Japanese New Hope poster—which Ted had gotten from his father for his ninetieth birthday—right from the groin of the giant C3PO standing in a come-hither fighting pose.
Ted’s first instinct was to grope the buttocks.
His second one was to check if the ass had ruined the poster (somehow it seemed to be layered on top of it, so nope), then to protect the area around the ass with foil and masking tape—after all, a hard, meaty cock hung under the ass, and it could start leaking at any moment.
Okay. Fine.
So.
Foil-wrapping and taping concluded, Ted stroked the cock.
It twitched in his hand in a lewd, excited way. It was decidedly bigger than Ted’s, long and thick, uncircumcised, with a spongy, slippery head and impressively wide, winking slit.
Hot.
Ted played with the foreskin.
He’d never seen a cock with a foreskin before.
Hell, he’d never seen any cock, period, other than his own. At least—not properly. Not outside of porn.
He rolled the huge, hairy balls in his hand. With his thumb, he brushed the hole.
Swallowed.
Pinched himself hard on the forearm.
Damn. He wasn’t dreaming.
He circled the room, once, twice, running a hand over his flushed face—the same hand he’d touched the cock with, now smelling of aroused man—throwing glances at the…the…apparition. On the third pass, he closed the doors to the living room and the bathroom, despite knowing full well that, aside from the ass, there was no one but him in the house—somehow, leaving the doors open seemed inappropriate.
He took the lube from the bedside table drawer.
Okay.
Hands shaking, he opened the tube’s cap, squeezed a glob on his hand, stared at it, then smeared it on the brown pucker.
It twitched.
Ted pushed in a finger.
The heat of another’s body—a real, living body—surrounded him. Tight. Pulsing.
He withdrew, then pushed back in with two fingers.
The ass swallowed him.
Ted realized he had his other hand inside his own blue, R2D2-themed pajama pants.
He was going to cum in moments.
He pushed in with the third finger. Maybe a little too eagerly, because the hole clenched on him super hard. Aside from that, though, the fingers penetrated the tight heat with no trouble. Ted pumped them in and out for good measure, hoping the…the…guy, or whatever…hoping that, despite Ted having no prior experience, he was now sufficiently prepared
Honestly. If Ted waited any longer, he’d finish before he was in!
He pulled the elastic of his pajamas under his balls and aimed his cock. Pushing in took some effort, but then the ass opened and—
Ted almost fainted.
Fuck.
His hips surged forward, through the sleek heat, again, and again, and again, then a warm, mind-numbing shudder spilled down his spine.
He came.
He slipped out and stumbled a few steps backwards until his calves hit the bed and his half-bare ass landed on the mattress.
In front of him, a cum-wet hole twitched.
Hands spread, Ted fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Breathed. Listened to his own racing heart.
Felt his cock harden.
The second time, he was slower. His cock went in easily now, in one thrust and right to the base. Ted pawed at the ass, at the man, his hard muscles, the hairy skin, the warmth. He gripped the buttocks low, from the sides, wanting to pull the immovable ass closer, and fucked the hole frantically, trying and failing to control himself.
The wet, hot grip on his cock—oh, God.
It took him a few minutes to cum this time.
He laid on the bed till he recovered.
Fucked the ass.
Again.
When his stomach growled, he went and made himself a quick breakfast, then ate it in huge gulps, terrified the ass wouldn’t be there when he went back to the bedroom. But when he ran back, it was still there, so he used it again.
And again.
By noon, the hole was red and no longer tightly closed, and Ted congratulated himself for thinking ahead and protecting his favorite poster—the ass leaked cum down its balls, and a viscous string of precum connected the cock with the foil-covered wall. The mysterious guy hadn’t cum yet, though, and Ted felt guilty for a moment. But he squashed the feeling.
This was working so well—what if the ass would disappear the moment anything changed?
He fucked the ass until his dick was tender and red—over and over. He used that slippery, cum-filled hole as he pleased and to his heart’s content. Fuck, cum, eat a snack or drink something, maybe play a game—then fuck again.
A damn perfect day.
He took pity on the guy long after the sun had set, and Ted was finally too exhausted for another round. The hole was a mess by then, dirty and swollen. No longer able to close itself, it gaped obscenely at the room, letting Ted see deep into its wet, pulsing insides. Only then did Ted squeeze the meaty cock.
It took just a few strokes.
The ass tensed. The balls drew up. The cock pulsed in Ted’s hand, then spurted a torrent of hot cum between his fingers and onto the floor and wall.
Ted, startled, let go.
Then he blinked, and the ass disappeared.
That night, full of both satisfaction and regret, he slept like the dead.
Next day, when he opened his eyes, the ass was there again.