Butt Buddy
By: Semibu
Wan had broken away from the city’s Chinese community a couple of
years ago. They soon forgot all about the young guy they always
thought to be a sad, homo loner. Yes, he was a loner. But he was far
from sad and even further from gay. He’d spend night after night
“entertaining” himself at home. See, Wan had the ultimate in home
entertainment: a great imagination, a wonderfully sensitive “G” spot
and a hole that could swallow a watermelon! And it wasn’t just fresh
fruit and vegetables. Wan’s self-stimulation included the use of
bottles, remote controls, ornaments, kitchen utensils, aerosol
canisters, vacuum cleaner attachments, his mobile phone and a
selection of small animals bought from the local pet shop.
However, there was one remaining fantasy. An advertisement in the
local newspaper’s personal column would soon quell his desires.
“Man-eating butt seeks supper.” Those replying had no idea just how
literal those words might be. Wan shredded hundreds of letters
before he found that ideal match: just an ordinary gay guy who was
keen to experiment.
The security bell rang. Wan opened the door to a very sheepish John.
They decided to cut the small talk and get down to action. At first,
John didn’t understand why Wan wanted him to push his feet between
those buns. Wan, face down on the bed, reached behind and spread
wide those beautifully rounded cheeks. John inserted his toes and
was soon having the time of his life.
“This is something else, buddy Thanks for douching. Wow, I’m in up
to my ankles!”
It all happened so quickly. John soon found Wan’s powerful sphincter
clutching at his knees. Wan groaned into the pillow as his pucker
drew John in up to his waist, his chest and beyond.
“What the fuck are you doing?” enquired a bemused John as he inhaled
Wan’s anal musk and struggled against the powerful inner muscles
sucking him ever further in. Wan groaned again, released his
buttocks and pushed his erection into the mattress. John was getting
too loud. Wan had to finish him off before the neighbours became
suspicious. Wan flexed. John begged for mercy, took his last breath
of fresh air and, with an almighty, undignified slurp, slithered
into the depths of Wan’s hungry hole. That juicy, ravenous pucker
closed with slow torment over John’s helpless, crying face.
“Please! No! Don’t do this! I’ll suffocate! I’ll be smothered in
your shit! Please! I beg you!” Wan closed his gaping legs, laughed
at the sudden silence, flexed his anus and smiled as his formidable
tunnel swallowed the prey deeper and deeper. John was never seen
again. Wan placed another ad. Another triumph was just days away.