By: Little Dan
(Copyrighted 2007 by the author)

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Which I am saddened to say can no longer be obtained! (Effective August 14th 2007)



This is my written confession. I have done terrible unforgivable things. I have done them because I am a demented person. Demented. Yes. I can now embrace that word, and roll it around on my tongue, and luxuriate in the knowledge that I have done what I have done because I am demented. I can lay claim to the title. Let all the world know me for the perverted monster that I am.

I suppose one becomes what one becomes because of one's sexual desires. And also one's sexual frustration. There are those of us who cannot be sexually satisfied in the conventional manner approved by religion and society. We are the demented ones. Our lives follow strange and twisted paths in the demented pursuit of our strange and peculiar sexual appetites.

My strange and twisted path had led me to invest my inheritance from my grandmother in buying the Honeymoon Holiday Hotel, a romantic retreat for newlyweds in the rustic Adirondack mountains. I was the new owner. I had closed the hotel for renovations, and today I would be welcoming my first guests, Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Hartman, coming direct from their ceremony in the big city. This was my hotel now, and I had the keys to all the rooms. I had big plans that evening for Mr. Herbert Hartman, because my special weakness is for married men. When I see a man wearing a wedding ring, it just knocks my socks off.

I blame it all on Neil Bradshaw who was my roommate in college in my freshman year. He was an evil one, all right. But handsome and dashing. I was so glad to be his roommate and, I hoped, his friend. Just being around him made me feel popular and important.

Neil had a one-track mind. His only interest day and night was pussy. It seemed that he was extremely sexually-experienced, whereas I was not. But when you looked like Neil it would not be hard to fine a lady willing to succumb to his magnetic charms.

But as it turned out Neil Bradshaw was not relying merely on his magnetic charms. I was soon to learn his evil dark secret.

"I tell you man. I love fucking any pussy, but the best pussy is the pussy that doesn't realize it's getting fucked."

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Pussy that you make available, if you get what I mean."

I didn't get what he meant, but I was intrigued.

"So you've never fucked pussy at all?" he said to me, chuckling over my sexual naivete.


"Man. It's fantastic. You just gotta get yourself some pussy."

I supposed I would have if I could have, but I was not devastatingly handsome like Neil Bradshaw. And I did not possess any magnetic charms. It would probably be a long time before I was initiated into the fabled world of boy/girl sex.

"I can get you laid," he winked at me.

"You can? How?"

"Trust me," he said. "I have a way. I do it all the time. I get pussy to fuck for hours and hours, and afterwards the pussy doesn't even know it's been fucked."

Again that mystery.

I kept asking Neil what he was talking about, but he just gave me a sly self-satisfied smile.

"I think I'm gonna invite a girl up to the room after the game on Saturday. I think I'm gonna fuck her. If you're a good boy, I'll let you watch me fuck her. Would you like that?"

"Yes," I said, and I immediately started to get an erection. The thought of watching handsome Neil Bradshaw fucking some girl was unbearably exciting. I could almost see his tight muscled buttcheeks hunching as he topped her. I imagined myself standing at the bottom of the bed and watching him feed his large cock into her. I could imagine the circle of her pussy clasped tightly around his invading rod. I had not seen Neil Bradshaw erect, but I had certainly seen him nude. We were roommates, after all. He had such long strong legs and those incredible round buttcheeks. I was getting another hard-on. I tried to refocus my mind.

"I could watch?" I asked him.

"More than that," he told me, giving me another conspiratorial wink. "I'll even let you fuck her. My little roommate here is gonna have his first dip into pussy."

"But suppose she doesn't want me to," I said, thinking negatively as usual.

"That's not an option," he told me. "She has no choice in the matter. When she's in this room, any hard dick can get in."

"But how?" I asked.

"I just give them a little drink, and pretty soon they're off to sleepy land. So sleepy that they don't even know they're getting banged."

"But that's rape," I said.

"Yeah," he leered. "It doesn't hurt them. They don't even know that anything happened."

"It just doesn't seem right," I told him.

"Well, if you're so opposed to the idea, don't come back to the room after the game. Not until really late."

"What's in the drink?" I asked him.

"A little brew I concoct myself," he told him.

"Yourself? How do you do that?"

"It's real easy. Just mix a couple of household cleaners together and put it in a drink and you have instant unprotesting pussy."

I still didn't like the idea. They called that 'date rape' and it was wrong, but there was no way I was going to be able to stop Neil. I could only acquiesce to his plan.

We stripped down and got ready for bed.

"Man. I'm so horny. Just thinking about Saturday is making me horny. I gotta jack off. You don't mind if I jack off, do you?"

"No," I said. "I don't mind."

"You wanna jack?"

"Yeah. Okay. Maybe."

We both pulled off our shorts, and each lying on his own bed began to stroke himself. Now I could see his erection, and it really was enormous, but I was much more interested in his rear. He had the most perfect ass. I almost wanted to lick it. That had to be sick, I thought. Boy's don't want to lick other boy's buttcheeks.

I wanted to watch his strong butt, as he rammed his cock into something. I made a suggestion.

"Why don't you pretend that your pillow is a pussy and fuck it?" I suggested.

He mulled that over and smiled. "Yeah," he said. "I'll fuck my pillow like it was a hot wet snatch." The idea seemed to appeal to him, and he turned on his belly and placed the pillow under his groin. "Yeah. Yeah," he said, as he hunched into the soft pillow. "I'm fucking pussy. I'm fucking hot pussy."

I watched him grind his staff into the soft white pillow, and as I watched the muscles in his thighs and buttocks, I became so excited, that I started to shoot, and I was hardly even stroking myself. Neil was so beautiful. I wished that I could touch those miraculous firm bubbles.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Oh, yeah. I'm coming. Shit. I'm coming into my hot pillow pussy. Yeah." And he screamed triumphantly.

After that he repositioned the pillow under his head, wet side down, and we turned out the lights and went to sleep. I kept thinking of Saturday night with very mixed emotions.

He brought a blonde girl named Sandy up to the room after the game. I don't think they had ever met before the game, but when handsome Neil asked her up to his room for a drink, how could she say no?

I watched Neil fill three glasses with booze, and then he opened his top drawer and stealthily took out what looked to be a bottle of cough syrup. He poured a small amount into one of the glasses. He turned around, and as he was carrying the drinks towards us, he winked at me.

"What are you majoring in, Sandy? I asked her.

"English," she told me. "I write poetry."

"Nice," I said.


We chatted. She was really a very nice girl. This was a very dirty trick that Neil was pulling on her. We were all holding our drinks, but hadn't sipped them yet.

"What was that noise in the hall?" I asked.

"What noise?" Neil asked me.

"Didn't you hear it? Like a scream."

"I didn't hear anything," said Neil.

"Me neither," said Sandy.

"Someone might be in trouble," I said.

We all put our glasses on the table and walked to the door. We peered into the hall to see who might have screamed. I left Neil and Sandy peering into the hall and returned to the small table.

It was at this moment that my life changed, and the blueprint of coming events was indelibly drawn on my fragile karma. I switched Neil's and Sandy's glass. I couldn't let him do that to her. It was mean. So if he drank his own drink, so what? He would just have a nice long sleep. He would think he had picked up the wrong glass. He would never dream that I, his so compliant roommate, had switched them.

Neil and Sandy returned to the room, shaking their heads.

"No one is there," said Neil.

"I didn't see anyone either," said Sandy.

"Me neither," I added. Then we downed our drinks.

One minute Neil was flirting madly with Sandy, even daring to put a hand on her thigh, and then his speech started to slur and his eyes started to close.

"He fell asleep," said Sandy.

"Yeah," I said. "We didn't get a lot of sleep last night. We were studying late. He's probably overtired. If you could help me stretch him out on his bed," I said.

"Sure," she said.

"You might as well go," I told her. "It looks like he's gonna be out for a while."

"Yeah," she said. And then she left. Neil was stretched out face up on his bed. Dressed. I wondered if I should go out for dinner. And then I started to think of his beautiful behind, and I started to get an erection. Well, suppose I was able to pull his pants down a little and roll him over. It wasn't pussy. But I really was in love with Neil's ass. And he said they never even knew they had been fucked. I decided to try it.

He was sleeping so soundly. I undid his belt, and opened his fly and eased his pants and undershorts down along his thighs. His midsection was bare. Carefully, I rolled him over on his belly. He coughed a little, but he kept sleeping.

I knew I would need something slippery to get into him, and as I suffered from eczema, I had a heavy ointment that I rubbed all over my body after my morning shower every day.

I took off my pants and underpants. I looked at Neil's firm round bubbles, and my excited cock twitched.

I put some of the ointment on my penis, and then I very gently stuck a coated finger into his tight asshole. His ass clutched my finger. I knew that it would soon be clutching my prick. As I eased my lubricated finger, then a second finger, into his body, I think he smiled a little in his sleep, and maybe even lifted his ass a little, but that could have been just my fevered imagination.

I knelt on the bed, and climbed between his thighs, which I had spread apart. I held his two cheeks in my hands and pulled them apart, so I could see the tight round pink hole. It was so beautiful. I wanted to kiss it. I lowered my face and began to rub my lips around the circular ring. Then I stuck my tongue out a little and started to moisten the aperture. When he was really wet, and I had spit a lot of saliva into his hole, I spit some into my hand and coated my prick with my saliva. Then I eased it slowly into the opening. Slowly. Slowly. It was actually going in. All the way in. And soon my abdomen was resting on his firm cheeks, and my balls were hitting against his. I began to fuck.

It was so fantastic. So fucking tight and warm and fantastic. It was fucktastic. I wanted to keep my prick inside him for all the rest of time. I never knew there were feelings like this. I never imagined.

This was why I had been born. Now, finally, I knew. For this. To fuck Neil's beautiful bouncy butt. I tried to hold off, but I couldn't. I shot a huge load into my handsome roommate.

I got dressed and put on my pants and went down the hall to the bathroom to wash my dick. When I returned to the room, Neil was still deep in slumberland. His exposed ass was like a shining beacon calling out to me. I knew I should probably pull his pants up and close them, but maybe just one more time. He was still so fast asleep. Why not?

I fucked his beautiful butt again. But now his breathing was starting to get a little ragged and he was starting to drool on his pillow, so I began to get worried that he might wake up while my cock was in his ass. Then he would know what I had done, I shot off a second glorious load into his now slimy rectum, but now before I pulled on my pants and went to the washroom, I pulled up Neil's shorts and pants and rolling him over on his back again, I rezipped and rebelted him.

Only then did I go down the hall to wash. Actually he didn't wake up for another four hours and I could probably have fucked him another couple of times. But why take that chance?

"Wow. What happened?" he asked me when he woke up. "Where's Sandy?"

"She went home. You went out like a light. You must have picked up the wrong glass."

"Wow," he said. "I guess I did." I noticed he was scratching his ass a little.

"I'm going to bed," I told him.

"I just woke up," he said.

"I know, but you'd better try to get back to sleep or you'll be tired tomorrow."

"Yeah. I guess," he said. And he stood up and took off his pants and got under the covers still wearing his shorts. I turned out the lights and soon I was fast asleep. I had gotten what I wanted, and I was pleasantly tired and satisfied.

One thing that this had taught me was that I didn't want pussy. I liked man-ass.

Well. So be it. The next weekend I went downtown and into a bar that was known to be gay and cruisy. I would find me a boy to fuck.

I met Leland. We got to talking and I could tell he liked me a lot, and also he had his own apartment off campus, because I certainly couldn't take him back to my dorm room. We had a couple of drinks and he invited me over to his place.

No sooner were we in the door, when he grabbed me in his arms and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I really wasn't into that so much. Then he dragged me into the bedroom and opened my pants and sank to his knees on the floor and started sucking my cock as I sat on the edge of his bed. I wasn't getting hard. I wasn't really attracted to Leland.

"Let me see your ass," I said. I figured that would do it. He took off his pants and stood in front of me with his ass towards my face. I began to feel his cheeks and stroke them, and he was making happy little noises, but I wasn't getting hard. For heaven's sake. What kind of a queer was I?
Leland's ass was right in front of me and it wasn't turning me on.

We both got undressed, and he sucked me, and I climbed on top of him when I got a little hard, but then I lost it. It didn't happen. What a disappointment. I wasn't straight, but I also wasn't gay. I didn't know what I was.

I went back downtown, but not to the gay bar. I went to the straight bar, where guys go to pick up pussy. So why was I there? I didn't know. There weren't any college students in the bar. It was all townies. Farmers and blue collar workers. They lived in a college town, but they were hardly academic.

I took a seat at the bar next to a powerful slim good-looking guy in tight jeans and a tee-shirt. His tattooed muscles burst forth from the armholes. I was a little turned on. Then I noticed his left hand. I noticed the wedding ring. Bells went off in my head. I hunched over a little to cover my instant erection. I knew that this was what I wanted. This was my particular thing. To fuck a married straight guy. A guy wearing a wedding ring like the guy sitting next to me. I was queer for straight married men.

"Horace," he said, holding out his hand. He was striking up a conversation.

"Alfred," I said shaking his hand.

"You go to school up at the university?" he asked me.

"Yes," I said.

"Mostly the college kids don't come in here."

"I didn't know that," I told him. "I felt like a drink and I was passing this place so I came in. You live in town?"

"Yeah. Over on Grove Avenue. I do construction work for the school. It pays good."

"Nice," I told him.

"It's okay," he said.

"So where's your wife?" I asked him.

"Oh, she doesn't go into bars. She says bars are for men. She's home minding the kids."

"Nice," I said. "And she doesn't mind you going out for a drink?"

"No. She likes me to get out from underfoot, like she says, so she can get some things done."

"Nice," I said.

We chatted about nonsensical things for over an hour, and then he asked me, "You live up in the men's dorms?"

"Yes," I told him.

"Well, I got a car. I wouldn't mind giving you a lift. The busses don't run so good this time of night."

"Really?" I asked. "That's great. I'd really appreciate a lift, if it's no problem."

"It's no problem at all," he told me.

We left the tavern and walked to his automobile. I was walking a little behind him, purposely so that I could admire the swell of his buttocks inside his tight blue jeans. What I wouldn't give to get into that, I thought. I would have to get Neil to teach me how to make the sleeping potion. If I'd had some in my pocket, I would have drugged Horace and fucked his ass right there in the car.

As I thought about drugging and fucking him, I got a noticeable erection, sitting next to him on the front seat. I stealthily tried to pat it down.

"Looks like you got a little problem inside your pants," he observed.

"Yeah. Must be the drinks. Alcohol makes me a little horny."

"You can take care of that, if you like," he told me.

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you take it out and give it some air?"

I didn't know what was going on, but I decided to go with the flow. I took it out. It waved in front of me like a ship's mast in the wind.

"You got a nice dick," he said.

"Thank you," I said. And then he reached out his hand and encircled my stiff organ. Wow. Who would ever have thought! A straight married man with a wedding ring."

"It's nice and hard," he said in an admiring tone, jacking it a little. "Maybe I'll just pull over to the side of the road for a few minutes. Okay with you?"

"Sure," I said. "Pull over."

He found a nice quiet private area and pulled off the road into the trees. He kept playing with my cock. Then he maneuvered himself around and lowered his head. He took my dick into his mouth. A straight married man with a wedding ring was sucking my cock. Straight married men were available. Great.

"You like that? He asked me, as he sucked it and licked it and tongued it.

"Yeah. It feels great."

"I like it too," he told me. But as he was sucking on me, I let my hands wander over his back and down. I was kind of massaging his cheeks. They felt glorious inside his tight jeans.

"You want to come in my mouth?" he asked me.

"To tell you the truth," I told him. "I'd rather come in your ass."

"Okay," he said. "Let's get into the back seat."

"Okay," I said.

We got out of the car and he came around to my side and opened the back door. Then he pushed his jeans down. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. The two luminous globes glowed in the moonlight before me. I stroked them tenderly.

We didn't actually get into the back seat. He just kind of bent over and rested his chest on it, and kept his ass raised in the air. I would be fucking him while standing on the ground outside the car. That was okay.

I got a lot of spit on my fingers and worked it in, and then I wet my dick as much as possible and pressed forward.

"Oh, man" he said. "It's so big."

I didn't answer him. I just kept fucking him. He was grunting a lot, and I wasn't sure if he was really enjoying it or really suffering. I tried to fuck him easily. If he'd been asleep I could have climbed on top of him and fucked him with wild abandon, and he wouldn't have felt any pain. I had to get that drug recipe.

I shot off into him, and he moved one arm around to hold me in, as he took his dick in his hand and jerked his cum out with my cock still inside him. "Oh. Yeah. Yeah," he screamed. And when he knew he was coming he pushed us both back a foot, so that he would not get cum on the back seat of his car. It splashed out harmlessly onto the grass, where it would sink into the earth and become organic matter. Then we both got back into the front seat and he drove me up to the dorm.

I have not had sex since that night, and I need it. By god, I need it. It has been a long time. I am now over thirty years old.

I did get Neil to teach me the formula for the sleeping draught, but I never found the opportunity to use it. It is not that easy to get to be alone with a married man wearing a wedding ring, and slip a drug into his drink, and be in a place where you can strip him and fuck him. It is not that easy. Therefore for years now, I have not had sex, only bizarre fantasies of drugging and raping all the good looking young married men who crossed my path.

That was when I started to get the idea of buying a hotel. I had that small inheritance from my grandmother, and when I saw in the paper that the Honeymoon Holiday Hotel was for sale, I knew that this might be the opportunity I had been seeking. To meet and drug and fuck married men. I bought the hotel.

And today was the grand reopening. My first couple was due up in a couple of hours. Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Hartman, I think I mentioned.

They got to the hotel around four. They were a good-looking young couple in their mid-twenties, I supposed. She was pretty with long black hair, but he was to die for. What a nice slim build, and those buttcheeks. I was salivating.

I had the staff serve them dinner in the dining room. It was an expense to keep the staff on for one couple, but there would soon be many more couples. I wanted to run a class establishment.

After dinner they went out for a walk around the grounds. I was sitting in the library reading a book, and knew when they had returned. I waited until five minutes after they had gone up to their room, before I knocked softly on their door.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Complimentary champagne for the newlyweds," I said. He opened the door. He was slightly disheveled. I think they had been starting to make love when I knocked.

"Hi," he said.

"Champagne for the newlyweds," I repeated holding out the tray with two full glasses. I had mixed a perfect dose into each glass.

"Thank you," he said.

"Just one of our little touches," I explained. "We want you to enjoy your stay here and return on all your anniversaries."

"Thank you," he said. He smiled and took the tray. He closed the door. I went back to the library to read for an hour. It was hard to read. I had an enormous erection which was distracting me.

Finally it was time. I took the elevator up to the third floor honeymoon suite where I had put them. I went to the door and knocked lightly. Nothing. I knocked again, a little more firmly. Nothing.

"Are you all right in there?" I called. "Just wanted to make sure everything was okay." Like really if I thought they had been awake I would have knocked on the door of a honeymoon couple in the middle of copulating. No sound. So far, so good. I took the keys out of my pocket, and opened the door. The lights were full on.

"Just wanted to make sure everything was okay," I said cheerfully, noting happily that they wouldn't be able to answer me as they were both totally passed out. He was lying between her legs, his dick still inside her. They had drifted off to sleep in the midst of lovemaking. How perfect.

His beautiful round firm globes were exposed for all the world to see, or at least for me to see. Tentatively I approached the bed, and began patting his beautiful behind. They were both breathing deeply and evenly. It would be hours before they awoke. I had created my own golden opportunity.

This time I was well prepared. I had a bottle of lubricant in my pants pocket. I took it out and laid it on the bed next to his wife's right thigh which enfolded him. Then I took off my clothes. Everything.

I knelt between their legs and began to orally worship the altar my dick would soon be anointing with balm. Too bad he would never know that the hotel owner had knelt down between his lovely cheeks and tongued his beautiful ass. I wondered if anyone had ever done that for him before. Now I was doing it, and he wasn't even aware. Oh well. It was better this way. This was certainly the only way to possess his ass, after all.

I was taking my own sweet time and really enjoying myself. No need to plunge right in. I knew I had hours. I looked over at the tray and checked the champagne glasses. They were both empty. They had drunk it all. Good.

As long as I was licking, I licked his hairy balls. I had never done that. I liked the rough feeling on my tongue. I took each one into my mouth and suckled it. I would have sucked his dick also, but it was buried in his wife's pussy and covered with pussy juice. I would suck dick on another occasion. Mostly I just wanted his beautiful ass.

I opened the lubricant and worked a lot into his hole, until my fingers were gliding freely in and out. Then I covered my cock, and positioned myself over his ass. It was an awkward position as he was not lying on the bed but on his wife. I couldn't really lie full down on top of him as I would have liked, because the weight would have been too much for her. I would have to rest on my knees as I fed it in and out of his hot hole.

I eased it in. Glorious. Glorious. It had been worth the long wait. His hole closed tightly around my length. Maybe subconsciously in some far off dream world he felt a presence in his asshole, and knew that it felt wonderful.

I fucked him for half an hour. Of the three of us, I was the only one moving. Finally I could hold back no longer, and I felt my spooge blasting into his anus. Glorious.

I went into the bathroom and cleaned up a little, but I did not get dressed. I knew that if I gave myself fifteen minutes, I could go again. And that ass was right here. Right here for me to use. Why waste it?

I went to the minibar and got out a can of soda. I would have to remember to take the can with me when I finally left the room. I drank it slowly, letting the liquid roll over my tongue and down my throat, as I played with his cheeks and hole. The soda was so refreshing. I had just lost some fluids after all and needed to replenish. I took another swallow and even began to gargle it. I was shameless. I was making a lot of noise, but no one but I could hear it.

I felt my desire rising again, and relubricated my staff. His hole was quite wet enough by now. I plunged in again. Now I eased forward a little and lay on his back a little, judging to see if the weight were too much for her. She seemed to be tolerating it, so I just stretched out and banged away. I worked my arms between their sleeping bodies and locked them around his waist and pulled him up to me. This was the fuck I had waited years for. Thank god for married men. Thank god for champagne. Thank god for cleaning fluids.

I felt the most delicious tingling all down the length of my tube. My knob had never been so sensitive. So aware. I ground in letting my balls scrape against his. His hole had become my personal private cunt. It was as if I were fucking an expensive sex doll, but my doll was living flesh. I could have my way with my living doll and there would never be any consequences.

Every time I got close, I slowed down and paused. I didn't want to come for a long time. This was too good. But then the tickle in my tube got to be too much for me and I started gushing forth, and at that very moment she muttered "Herbert" in her sleep. I'm telling you that gave me quite a start. I froze in mid shortshove and broke out into a cold sweat. My heart was now pounding. Maybe I had gotten too cocky. If she were to wake up and find me naked on top of her naked husband, with my dick buried deep in his ass, I would be in deep trouble. How many years in the penitentiary could I get for this?

I waited two minutes before I even took another breath. I didn't even wash up. I pulled on my clothes, grabbed the soda can and bolted from the room, locking the door behind me. Nuts. On the way down in the elevator, I remembered I had forgotten to clean the cum out of his hole, but it was too late now. Short of a DNA test nothing could ever be proved, and I didn't think he was going to go and get his ass DNA tested.

They stayed a whole week, but I didn't repeat the session. I had started to taste fear, and it was unsavory to say the least. Other couples checked in during the week, but I didn't drug them either, and there were some very fuckable young married men wearing that little gold band on their fourth finger.

Then one day, a very strange thing happened. I was working on the books in the office when the phone rang. I had not yet hired a switchboard operator, so I answered it.

"Honeymoon Holiday Hotel," I said cheerfully into the phone.

"I'd like to make a reservation for the weekend," said a male voice.

"Certainly, sir. Are you on your honeymoon?"

"No. My wife won't be coming with me. I need to get away by myself for a couple of days."

"Very good," I told him. "We don't have many single gentlemen here, but it would be our pleasure to serve you. Under what name shall I put the reservation?"

"Neil Bradshaw," he told me.

I almost dropped the phone. I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to regain my composure. My handsome Neil. My college roommate with the magnificent butt. The first butt I had fucked. Would I be able to fuck it again? Would he even recognize me after all these years?

"Certainly, Mr. Bradshaw," I said in my most professional voice. "When can we expect you?"

"Friday afternoon around four, I should think," he said.

"Wonderful. We'll be looking forward to seeing you." I hung up the phone. My hand was trembling a little. Handsome Neil with that fuckable ass. Was he still so fuckable? I mixed up a fresh batch of potion from my household cleaning fluids. My penis quivered in anticipation.

I was at the front desk when he checked in. He was still slim. Still handsome, still so very, very fuckable.

"Mr. Bradshaw," I said, handing him the register to sign. "Welcome to the Honeymoon Holiday Hotel," I said.

"Alfred?" he asked. "Is that you Alfred?"

"Yes," I answered hesitantly.

"Don't you remember me? We were college roommates.

"Oh my god! Oh yes. Neil. It's you. I never even associated the name. What a coincidence."

"My god. Yes. What a coincidence! Good to see you, man. What have you been doing?"

"I've become a hotelier," I stated opening my palms out to display the beautiful lobby of my hotel.

"Wonderful," he said.

"It's so great to see you again."

"Yeah," he said. "I always wondered what happened to you. We kind of drifted apart after freshman year. I never knew why."

"Yes, great to see you," I reiterated and cast an eye down to admire the way his slacks were hugging his beautiful firm round buttcheeks. I would see them again. I would fuck his hole again. I noticed the wedding band on his left hand.

"So you're married now," I observed.

"Sure am," he said. "Great little girl. We have 4 kids also."

Wow. I was going to get to fuck a handsome married man with a wedding band and with 4 kids. It couldn't get any better.

"You married?" he asked me.

"No. No. Still single. Haven't found the right girl yet," I said.

"Maybe you're not really looking," he said. What the hell did that mean?

"I'm always looking," I answered with some irritation.

"Good. Nothing like a good wife and a couple of kids."

"Right," I agreed. "Hopefully soon."

I took him up to his room, and then he asked me if I wanted to play tennis with him. Well yes. I wanted to play tennis with him. I wanted to do everything with Neil Bradshaw. Everything.

We played. He went up to his room to shower, and I went to mine. We had decided to dine together, and I knew that after dinner I would be putting my little plan into action. I would suggest going to his room after dinner to celebrate our reunion after so many years. With that end in sight, I prepared a bottle of brandy with my home recipe, and I waited till he went down to the dining room. Then I sneaked into his room and put the bottle on the table. It had a little ribbon on it, and a note that said 'Compliments of the Honeymoon Holiday Hotel.'

We discussed old classmates over dinner, and wondered what everyone was doing now. Then we went for a walk in the gardens and breathed in all the fresh mountain air. When we got back to the hotel, he said, "Why don't you come up to my room for a drink?"

He had suggested it himself. I hadn't even had to open my mouth. This was going even better than I had anticipated. We went up to his room.

"Oh, look. A bottle of brandy," he said.

"Compliments of the Honeymoon Holiday Hotel," I answered.

"How nice," he said. "I think I'll have a nip of brandy. You?"

"Actually I don't drink alcohol," I told him. "Maybe I'll just get a can of soda from the minibar."

"Wait. I'll get it for you," he said. He went to the minibar and took out a can. I heard him snap the lid. After a few minutes he brought it to me.

"Pour yourself some brandy," I said.

"Yes. Yes. In a minute," he answered. And I was just about to take a sip when he mentioned something he had read in the last alumni news. The same issue that mentioned that I had bought this hotel. Maybe our meeting again was not a coincidence after all. I got the soda to my lips and almost sipped.

"What a beautiful night," I said, and walked to the window. I opened it and breathed in the bracing night air. I also secretly spilled my soda out the window. I wondered if he had drugged it. It was Neil who taught me the secret of the cleaning fluids in the first place, after all. I feigned drinking from the now empty can as we chatted.

I decided to pretend to get sleepy and see what would happen. I was curious. Had he really drugged my soda? And why?

As we were talking, I started yawning a little.

"Sleepy?" he asked me.

"Gosh yes," I said. Then I started slurring my speech, and finally I let my chin droop down and rest against my chest."

"Are you sleeping, Alfred?" he asked me.

I didn't answer. I just kept my eyes closed and breathed deeply.

"Yeah," he said. "Maybe all this mountain air is too much for your delicate constitution. Maybe it just knocked you out. Or at least something did."

I was listening to everything, but I kept on with my charade. I wanted to see where this was going to go.

"Let me help you over to the bed, good buddy," he said, and he dragged me up in his arms and lugged me over to the bed. He tossed me down across it, ass in the air. He was reaching under me and undoing my belt buckle. He was opening my pants. He was taking them down. He was pulling my shorts off. I was ass up naked on Neil's bed, supposedly deep asleep. He started to caress my butt cheeks. I had to really exercise a lot of control not to raise my ass up into his warm caress.

"Yeah, old buddy. I saw in the alumni news that you had bought this hotel. I never told you, old buddy, but I knew that you had drugged me and fucked me. My ass was all greasy. You forgot to wash it off, idiot. And then when I went to the bathroom, I shot out a wad of cum. Well, this is payback time. Now I'm gonna get your hole all greasy. I'm gonna plow my stiff dick into your little butt hole. Is it still virgin? Maybe it is. Maybe my cock'll be the first in there. I'm gonna leave a large load of my cum in your tight little hole."

I knew I could have sat up and broken the spell, and said "No. I'm not really asleep. I spilled the soda out the window." But I didn't. An inner part of me wanted to submit to Neil Bradshaw. To let him take his revenge on my body, inside my virgin ass.

My eyes were closed but I heard him shucking his clothes, and then he was naked on top of me. He didn't use any lubrication. He just spit a lot. And then it started into me. I tried to suppress any cries of distress, and remain as if in a totally passive drugged state all the while he was violating me.

At first, I'll admit, it did hurt a little. But after a little while it got better.

"You like my stiff dick up your ass?" he asked me.

I just continued my deep even breathing, even as he sawed in and out of me, and after a while, I knew I loved it. I like having a cock up my ass. The only problem in the future would be how to get a married man to fuck me. If I drugged him, I could fuck him, but he wouldn't be able to fuck me. This was a problem I would spend years trying to solve. In the meanwhile, I was feeling the most delicious sensations inside my body. It was hard for me not to squeeze my channel around his dick, to remain seemingly drugged. It felt so good.

"You like my stiff dick up your ass?" he asked me again. "I bet you love a stiff dick up your ass. I wonder how many dicks you've had up there, though I must admit you're really nice and tight. You're a great lay, Alfred. This was definitely worth the trip up to the mountains."

He fucked me for a long time, and then he came inside of me. I felt the many hot gushes. I remained 'sleeping.' "Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll fuck you again in a little while," he told me. And he was as good as his word. He did. When he came the second time he left his cock inside. "You're gonna wake up with a cock up your ass," he said to me. His arms were around me and his cock was deep inside me. In a few minutes his breathing got very regular, and I knew he was asleep, and then I drifted off also.

We both stirred at almost the same time the next morning. I looked over my shoulder into his eyes.

"Surprised to find a dick up your ass?" he asked me.

"Not really," I told him.

"You're not?"

"No. I was awake the whole time. I let you fuck me."

"Sure you did," he laughed. "Well this is payback for college."

"And it was great," I told him. "Anytime."

"Sorry friend," he said. 'I'm not really into man-ass. This was just payback."

"Too bad," I said, and now I squeezed my assmuscles down around his dick. Tightly. Which is what I had wanted to do the night before while he was fucking me. I felt it grow stiff in my very bowels.

"Maybe as long as you're here, you want to do it one more time. For payback," I suggested.

"Sure. As long as I'm here." And then he started to fuck me, and now I could really respond, and the two of us were making the kind of music together we should have been making for years. Our flesh slapped together. I moaned. He moaned. There was no more need for date rape drugs. He was where he really wanted to be, and where I wanted him to be. And I knew that we would make this kind of music together for many years to come.



Posted: 10/05/07