Paranormal Ejaculation

Paranormal Ejaculation by Lou Bealy
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    Anders walked out of the dorm room of his latest conquest. He had gotten what he wanted and was done with her. She was still sleeping and he didn’t want to have to explain that she shouldn’t call him or bother him ever again. Typically, his conquests were smart enough to get the message when they woke up and he wasn’t there.
    He had been trying to get into this particular freshman girl's pants as soon as the semester started. It took a week of solid flirting and pressure, which was longer than it typically took him. She had better than average willpower, it seemed. Her name was Jane or Jamie or something. She was cute, in a dark goth kind of way. She was on the short side, thin, and very pale. She was one of those girls with low self-esteem that he just keyed right in on. This one had daddy issues for sure. It was almost too easy to seduce her, it just took a little time.
    He never had trouble with women. He was one of those guys that it came easily to. He had never really needed to put much effort into the actual seduction part, really. He was a big, tall, hairy, muscular blonde. A Viking looking dude with a short beard and an obnoxious topknot. Some would call him a hipster. He wore sandals and shorts everywhere. He typically wore a bandanna over his mop of blonde hair. He had a puka shell necklace. His ears were fully gauged out with huge piercings. His septum had a piercing. He had several tattoos, such as the grim reaper on a motorcycle, dragons, barbed wire, that sort of thing. Very mundane and typical, despite his hipster tendency to claim he had sophisticated tastes.
    He had never had to be anything beyond mundane. He had something much better than charm or a personality: a huge cock. And unlike many guys like him, he knew how to use it too. He had gained a reputation for legendary prowess and stamina. As much of a boring jerk that he was, he never had a problem getting dates or booty calls. Well, for him dates basically were booty calls. He made it his mission to get back to the girl’s room and seduce them. It was like a game or a contest. He was playing against every other guy on campus.  And he was winning. No other guy could claim to get with as many girls as him.
    He would fuck girl after girl, and despite his womanizing ways, he would continue to get dates on the back of his reputation. His good looks and football scholarship didn’t hurt either. He had been doing it for three years since he started at college. He rarely called the girls back after his first time with them, no point.
The only exception was his friend Monica. She had been his first conquest in freshman year. They had actually been friends since high school. He had always been attracted to her. She was a short, petite redhead with nice sized boobs for her size. She was a gymnast and had a great body.
The night they graduated high school, they both went to a party, got drunk and had sex. It was sort of a send-off since they didn’t know what was going to happen and what college they would be accepted to. It turned out that neither got in a major university, so they both ended up going to the state college anyway. Anders became a football star and a campus legend in the bedroom, and Monica’s dreams as a gymnast didn’t pan out. She ended up getting into a pre-med degree program, while he coasted on his football accomplishments.
But she was hooked. Hooked on his huge cock and the many orgasms he would give her. He would go back to her every once in a while if he was feeling horny and he couldn’t get some strange. That wasn’t normally an issue for him, so he didn’t see her very often. It worked out fine for him because it was just enough to keep her hanging around and waiting for him.
So on that particular day, Anders had no reason to suspect anything was different than all of the other times he left a girl to wake up alone, wondering where he was. This was as unremarkable an occasion as any other, to him. He had no idea if his latest contest would take it so personally as some had, and he didn’t really care either. That happened a lot.
Jane awoke and found that Anders was already gone. And she did take it personally. She knew his reputation, the older girls had even warned her. But he was so charming and had said all the right things. She had believed him when he said that they were just jealous of her, that a freshman could get with the most popular guy in school. He admitted to sleeping with some of them, but it was never anything but physical, at least at first. He said they got jealous and he didn’t see them anymore.
He had an explanation for everything. And his smile was just so disarming. Even now, sitting on her bed alone without even a note to explain himself, she smiled when she remembered the previous night. It had been a lot of fun.
He had claimed that he could go for as long as he wanted, that his control was that good, that he would make sure to give her several orgasms until he was ready to cum. She was tired of him bringing up his stamina and prowess, to the point that she was starting to question his ability to deliver on his promises since he had built it up so much. But he did not disappoint. He was every bit as good as he, and the girls on campus claimed he was.
He had fucked her in every position possible, his huge eleven or twelve-inch cock stretching her wide open and pounding her into complete quivering pleasure. He took charge and was very dominant, which she liked. She didn’t care for how degrading he started to get toward the end, however. He pulled out and jacked his cock for a few moments. She sat, transfixed while he jacked his giant cock, his foreskin sliding back and forth across the giant head. A moment later, he came all over her chest and face. When she complained, he laughed it off, claiming he couldn’t help it. That had really bothered her, but she was still coming down from multi-orgasmic bliss and didn’t feel like complaining. She had just wiped it off.
Now, more removed from the carnal pleasure he had administered, it made her feel a little grosser, more used. She tried to put that out of her mind, though. It was probably just in her head. She wasn’t used to this sort of thing. She hadn’t done anything with boys in high school. Not that she didn’t want to, but her dad always made sure to thwart her every effort. Now that she was finally going out and having the college experience, she could indulge in those sort of pleasures.
Anders still hadn’t responded to her texts as the day progressed, but she tried not to judge him too quickly and proceeded to get ready for her day of classes. After a couple of hours went by and he still had not responded to her texts, the realization that she had been taken advantage of began to set in. She began to feel used and dirty from the whole thing. She almost wanted to go back and take another shower.
Eventually, she did find him in the student center, but he walked right by her and didn’t even acknowledge her. Her heart sank and she realized that all of the girls that warned her had been right. She felt so stupid.
    Anders had barely noticed her, she was already out of his mind. She was a conquest to him, and now that he had her, he was done. Simple as that. When she stood in front of him and made it impossible to ignore her, he gave her a curt nod and a quick “hey” while walked around her.
Her sadness turned to anger, at herself, but mostly at him. She had bought his lies, hook line and sinker. Now he was going to pay. He had messed with the wrong girl. “You think you can get away with this?!” She shouted after him, and he waved his hands as if to say “whatever’ as he rounded the corner.
She tried not to let it bother her. She wanted to believe that he was just an asshole, but she felt that on some level she should have seen it coming. She blamed herself for not listening to the other girls when they tried to warn her. One thing was for certain, though: he was going to be sorry.
After class, she got back to her dorm and went to her bed. She dropped to her knees and reached under the bed to grab an ornately carved rectangular wooden box. She sat on her bed and opened it with the key she carried on her necklace. Inside, there was an old leather-bound book. Under it, was some old rat-eaten pages that were salvaged from an even older book. She dug through the stack of pages until she found the one she was looking for. She smiled as she read it. It was the spell she had been looking for. The perfect spell for this situation. It was a curse, really.
Jane was from a family of witches. She had never done a spell like this before, but she was quite adept at the craft in general. She prepared the spell on her altar, first by beginning to chant. She then mixed a few herbs together, along with one of his hairs that he had left behind during the previous night’s festivities. She burned the mixture, and applied the charred paste to the altar, almost like painting it. She painted a magic glyph, her chanting increasing in speed and volume until it was shrill and almost screaming. The glyph began to smoke, glowing a bright incandescent red. In a flash of light, the glyph disappeared and the spell was complete.
Jane grinned to herself. She wasn’t sure exactly how it would manifest, but she knew it would be satisfying. She had put a curse on his virility. She had never used it before and neither had the rest of her family of witches. As far as she knew, anyway. But it sounded like the perfect curse for him. It would probably shrink his giant cock, she surmised. Or maybe kill his libido. Either one would be good. She hoped she could find out what it had done. There were enough eyes on him, that someone should be able to tell her what was going on. She was definitely curious.
Anders continued on his day, oblivious to the fact that his callous actions had landed him in the crosshairs of a vengeful witch. He went to class and spent the whole time texting girls, of course. He had a few on the line and was hoping at least one would let him come see them at their dorm that night. That was his usual tactic: get them alone with him and then he could probably convince the prospective lay to bed him. He could ride on his good looks to get to that point, and the reveal that the rumors about his giant cock were true usually sealed the deal without any more difficulty.
That was the case this night as well. Kaylee, the hot cheerleader, had agreed to a “study session” with him. He was pretty sure she knew what it really was since they didn’t even have a class together. She would be another conquest to add to his notch count, he was sure.
They got hot and heavy right when he got there. She was wearing her cheerleader outfit and no panties. Her thick athletic legs were spread wide and her shaved snatch was on full display. He fingered her for a few minutes as they made out. He alternated kissing her and sucking on her nipples. Her nice round tits bounced with each ragged breath as he found her g-spot. He pulled out his erect cock and jacked it a few times, getting ready to penetrate her. But he was suddenly weak in the knees, a shudder of pleasure went through him. It felt like he had gotten somewhat close to orgasm from just stroking himself a couple of times. He shook his head, wondering why he was so stimulated already. He waited a few moments before proceeding, which gave him time to recover. He was an accomplished edger, stopping himself from cumming until he was ready to. He was legendary for that ability.
“What’s wrong, baby?” asked the blonde cheerleader, still lying on her back on the bed while looking up at him.
“Nothing.” he aimed his cock at her hole and pushed in. She was so wet that even his thick twelve-inch cock slid in a few inches with no trouble. It took more and more effort to stuff his huge member inside her, and he could barely keep himself from cumming right then. He thought of football scores as his cock hit her cervix. He held himself there and took a deep breath.
He was already sweating and shaking from the stress of holding it together. His knees remained quivering and weak. He could barely stand, so he pushed her farther onto her bed and climbed on top of her. He began to slide his dick out a little, and then pressed back in. He felt his orgasm approaching, despite all his efforts. He fucked her for a minute or so, but that was as long as he could manage. He gave up trying to stop his impending orgasm and his hips went on autopilot. He made a few short strokes back and forth inside her, making her moan deep. He joined her by moaning loudly alongside her as his cock erupted inside her. It was the most powerful orgasm of his life, he was sure. He shot load after load into, feeling like he totally emptied his balls. Amazing, since it only took a few moments of him trying desperately not to orgasm.
    It took Kaylee a moment to realize that he was done. “Really?” she asked in disbelief.
    He wordlessly pulled out and started to get dressed. He couldn’t think of anything to say. His face was bright red with shame. He got his pants on and grabbed his shirt.
    “That’s it?! The great Anders cums in ten seconds?” she taunted as he ran out, not even putting his shirt on. He rounded the corner, her laughter still ringing in his ears.
    He was unbelievably embarrassed as he walked back through the University to his dorm. Nothing like that had ever happened to him before. He had always been in control, and able to command his body with ease when it came to sex. He was quite experienced at it, after all. He couldn’t understand it. Was she that hot, Kaylee?
    He shook his head. No, she was a cutie, but that couldn’t explain it. After he got to his room and turned on his Xbox, he forced the incident from his mind. He concluded it was just a fluke. Maybe it was from stress from getting close to graduating and having to go out in the real world. That had to be it.
* * *
    A few days later, Jane heard from someone she knew on the cheerleading squad that Kaylee had slept with Anders. She was delighted to learn of Kaylee reporting that he was “not as advertised”. Jane wasn’t sure what exactly that meant, but she took it as a good sign that her spell was progressing as planned. She went about her day with a big smile on her face, secure in the knowledge that Anders was getting his just desserts.
    She saw him in the student center again and went to intercept him. When he saw her, he frowned.
    “What, Jane?” he asked, clearly exasperated.
    “Oh, nothing.” she said in an overacted innocent way. She turned her back to him and twirled her finger in her hair. “I was just wondering if you wanted to know why the sudden change to your, favorite region,” she gestured to his crotch. She still didn’t really know exactly what was happening with him, but her suspicion that her curse was responsible for his troubles was all but confirmed when he visibly winced. His posture changed, and he was almost shielding his crotch with his hands as he walked by.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Look, I’m busy. Gotta go.” He weaved through the foot traffic around her.
    She smiled. He tried to hide it but she could tell that he was clearly spooked. She started typing a text message to him, “You never anger a witch!” She laughed to herself as she hit the send button.
    Despite telling himself that it was a fluke and that Jane girl was just nuts or playing some kind of joke, some part of Anders was reluctant to try again with another girl. It took a few days for him to shake his uneasy feeling and start trying to reel in another catch. He already had a few girls on the line and was working at narrowing it down. By the end of the day, he had a date at the campus coffee shop with a sophomore bio major named Chris that he had run into at a football game. She was a big-time football fan, which was one of his usual sort of targets.
    She was cute enough. He was tired of hearing her drone on about herself and her previous boyfriends, but it would be worth it. She was a smoking hot brunette, with very long hair and a curvy, voluptuous body. She had really nice lips that he kept imagining around his cock.
    When he finally convinced her to take him to her dorm room and the door shut behind them, he practically attacked her. He pressed his lips into hers and shoved her against her door as her face lit up in shock, She returned his kiss, albeit without the enthusiasm he was hoping for. She kept her lips closed and didn’t allow his tongue into her mouth.
    Eventually, after a lot of cajoling and pressure, she took him back to her bed and began to strip.
    “I can’t believe that we’re doing this.” she said, nervously laughing. “I’ve never even-” he cut her off by shoving his mouth onto hers again. This time his tongue was in her mouth, and he gave her an amazing tongue kiss that gave her goosebumps.
    They kissed for a few moments, with her back against the door until he pulled her toward her bed. She allowed him to take the lead, so he shoved her down, so she was face down on the bed with her ass in the air. She was wearing tight jeans, which he reached over and unfastened before yanking them off her waist, her plain grey panties pulled along with them. He shoved them down to her ankles and pulled one of her feet out, so she could spread her legs.
    “Mmm…” she moaned, clearly enjoying how he was completely dominating her.
    Anders was not typically so desperate and forceful in these sort of encounters. He had finesse when he needed it, that was part of his skill both in bed and on the field. This time, however, he was anxious to prove to himself that the previous incident was a total fluke. He yanked his own pants down, revealing his aching erection. He rubbed her slit with his fingers while jacking himself for a few moments, getting them both ready. As much as he wanted to just dive in, he knew that his huge cock could really do damage if the female in question wasn’t ready for it. He had learned that the hard way too many times. He didn’t really care about their pain and damage, so much as he cared that he wouldn’t get laid if he hurt them.
    This time, when the same sort of jolt of pleasure went through Anders’ body, he was ready for it. Or at least he was expecting it. It was even more pronounced than the last time. Merely stroking his cock a couple of times was almost too much to handle, even with his foreknowledge. He was startled to find that it was even worse this time around.
He was better prepared for the weak knees but he still almost blew his load right then. It was even harder than last time to hold back from cumming, but he barely managed it. He took a deep breath and aimed the head of his giant, twelve-inch monster between her lips. She was probably ready enough, he thought. He couldn’t wait any longer. He pushed his hips forwards and swiftly penetrated her. He gripped her hips and shoved as much of his cock inside her as he could. When his cock slid all the way in, his hips went on autopilot again. He couldn’t help himself and began to frantically thrust inside her cumming a moment later. Again the orgasm was as powerful as he could remember, save the previous incident with Kaylee. He had cum almost immediately.
It took him a few moments to recover from the orgasm enough to pull out. A huge glob of cum followed his cock and landed on the blanket. She was dripping copious amounts of their shared fluids. He marveled at just how much cum he had shot. He normally shot big loads, but nothing like this. It looked like buckets were dripping out of her as she stood up and grabbed a towel.
    Chris was confused. And unlike Kaylee, who was clearly more experienced, she didn’t complain. She didn’t say anything, which somehow made it worse. She just sat there awkwardly in silence as Anders cleaned up. He couldn’t bear to make eye contact with her, he was so embarrassed. His shame was palpable. He could feel the blood burning red in his cheeks. He quickly grabbed his clothes and left, neither of them had said a word. She had an almost bemused expression on her face as he turned to shut the door.
He went back to his dorm, utterly defeated and confused. He couldn’t help but think that Chris was going to talk about this. Kaylee almost certainly did, with that big mouth of hers. He tried to ignore that thought because he had bigger problems than his reputation suffering. What was going on with him? Why had he all the sudden become so quick to go off? It felt like he was losing part of what made him such a… man.
He felt like if he came so quickly, it would somehow undermine his status as a man. He had always prided himself on his ability to perform in the bedroom. It was part of his identity. His whole world revolved around the pursuit of women to conquer.
And he couldn’t help and think of what that freshman girl who claimed to be a witch said. Was he just feeling guilty about how he treated her? It was never a problem before, and he still didn’t feel outward guilt about her or any other girl he manipulated into sex. Surely that must be it, and he wasn’t cursed by a witch. That was an absurd notion, he concluded.
He noticed that he got a text from Monica. “What’s up tonight? Can you come over?” she asked, which indicated that she wanted him to come over and have sex. He didn’t feel up to it, at the moment. His pride had definitely taken a hit. He didn’t know what to say and ignored the text.
He got undressed for bed and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked the same, he thought. He was still a tall, athletic, attractive bearded man. But he felt like less of a man, after those two straight failures in performance he had recently experienced. He looked down at his cock.
It didn’t look any different either. He reached down to stroke it and found that the stimulation brought him to full hardness in just a moment. He tugged again, and he almost fell, his knees buckling under his weight. He stumbled over to his bed and fell back onto it. He couldn’t stop himself, jacking his cock twice more which erupted with jizz all over his chest and stomach. Spurt after spurt of cum sprayed from his pee slit, landing all over him. His eyes rolled back into his head and a low moan escaped his throat while he thrashed and twitched with the intensity of the orgasm.
After coming down from that incredibly intense orgasm, he looked down at his torso, which was just covered in his cum. He could hardly believe the amount. And that was the second time in a very short period. He had always had big loads, but this was excessive, even for him. Still amazed at this turn of events, he wiped himself off. He pondered his situation, wondering what this meant for his future. He was starting to believe that his days of pounding a girl for an hour or more until she cried uncle were over. That was too devastating of a thought to explore for very long. He fell into a restless sleep, thoughts of his newfound hair trigger orgasms swirling about his mind.
* * *
Anders went through the motions at his classes the next day, but he was in a kind of daze. He tried to concentrate on the class material, and not his recent problem of consistent failure to live up to his own expectations of his sexual prowess. It was the same way at football practice. He was even reprimanded for his lack of hustle. He just couldn’t get into it, with his current predicament hanging over his head. He was starting to believe maybe he really was cursed. He couldn’t deny the possibility. This had all started after having pumped and dumped the cute freshman girl. He tried to put it out of his mind, but he found that rather challenging, if not impossible.
He did get a few messages from some prospective lays that he had been working on, but he ignored them. He didn’t know what to say. His confidence was utterly shattered. He couldn’t bring himself to make dates with any of them. He was sure he knew what would happen when they got hot and heavy.
He was actually a little surprised that he still had a couple of girls talking to him. He figured that the rest of them heard that he was a “one pump chump”- a phrase he had used before to deride other men- and decided he wasn’t worth their time anymore. He heard a few girls giggling as he walked through the student center and assumed it must be about him. He was so self-conscious about his situation, he surmised that any smirk or off look he got was because they knew his embarrassing secret.
He also got another text from Monica, wondering what he was doing that night. He didn’t even know what to tell her. He sat, looking at his text log for a few minutes. He knew what that text meant, that she wanted him to come over and fuck her brains out. But he knew that he would more than likely embarrass himself again, this time with Monica, his last resort booty call.
“I’m not feeling well.” he texted her.
“What’s wrong? Does it have something to do with what I heard about what happened with you and Kaylee? That definitely doesn’t sound like the Anders I know.” came her immediate reply. “Cum and show me that she's wrong about you.” she said with a kissy emoji. “Or is it something else? Are you sick? Have you seen a doctor?”
He contemplated going to the doctor for a moment, but like a typical guy, he dismissed it. He didn’t have the money to go to a doctor anyway, and certainly not to embarrass himself by saying he was a premature ejaculator, and probably be told that this sort of thing isn’t caused by a medical condition, most of the time. He had googled it and knew that much.
He didn’t want to worry her. He contemplated telling her about his condition, the curse, everything. Maybe she would know what to do about it, and she would prove it wasn’t a curse. She was a medical student, after all, and a very hot chick, as well. If they figured out what the problem was, he could probably practice on her, until he was back to form. And he had her wrapped around his little finger, she would do anything he asked.
He finally texted back “I’m fine, it’s just I don’t want to have sex.”
“Are you serious?” she asked. “When have you ever turned down a chance to bang? You must be feeling pretty bad. Or the girls were right about you, and you can’t handle this anyway. Too bad.” She sent a picture of her naked lower half that was taken from above. She was completely hairless, he immediately noticed.
He got hard in an instant, looking at that pic. Man, her body was still amazing, even though she wasn’t a gymnast anymore. She was still very well toned but had just the right amount of curves. He was horny. Hornier than he ever remembered being. This, of course, compromised his judgment. As risky as it would be to try again, he couldn’t really resist the urge. It was part of who he was, after all.
He texted Monica, “I’ll be over in a few minutes.”
When he got to her dorm room, he was getting really nervous. He didn’t really want to talk to her about this, but she was the only one he could talk to about it at all. His dick was still rock hard, and it was urging him to simply ignore his concerns and plunge in. She opened the door wearing only her plain white socks. Her hot athletic body was on full display. Her rather large nipples on her nice little A-cup breasts were rock hard and sticking out like pencil erasers. She wasn’t wearing any makeup and had obviously just gotten back from class. Her nice conservative school clothes were strewn all about the floor in a trail to the bed in the middle of the room.
She grabbed him and pulled him inside. “C’mon, we only have a half hour until my roommate gets out of chemistry class.” she urged in her cute little baby girl voice she had that drove him wild.
He froze though, and just kind of let her pull him toward the bed. He didn’t know whether to mention anything about his predicament or not. If whatever was happening had passed, he certainly didn’t want to tell her about it if indeed it was just a weird occurrence that would pass. On the other hand, another horrible performance would be devastating. And then there was the added wrinkle of that Jane girl claiming that he was cursed. He would normally never believe in such things, but he couldn’t get it out of his head. He couldn’t discount it as a possible reason for his plight.
“What’s wrong?” she asked in a concerned tone.
He couldn’t bear the way she was looking at him. Like he was a poor soul worthy of pity. He was a man; a man’s man! It couldn’t be his fault that this was happening. A curse from a witch, as unbelievable as that sounded, was a more acceptable answer than it being his own fault in some way.
So Anders blurted out, “I think a witch cursed me.” and then he looked away, feeling silly just mentioning such a thing.
Monica stifled her laughter. She covered her mouth to hide her smile and asked, “What?” even though she clearly heard him.
He sighed. “There was this girl I had sex with last week. She didn’t like that I was done with her. And ever since then…” he took a deep breath, unsure how to even say it.
“You’ve become a one pump chump?” she asked, trying to hide a smirk. “And you think it’s because this girl cursed you?”
“She basically said as much.” he showed her the text.
“She’s just fucking with you.” she said, reaching out to yank his shorts down and grab his half-hard dick that had grown soft during their uncomfortable conversation. “If you’re having any problem at all, it’s because she is getting into your head.” she said in a clinical tone. She started stroking his cock to hardness.
“Ah!” he cried out and grabbed onto her shoulders to steady himself. He almost came on the spot when she started stroking him. He swatted her hand away, but it was too late. He was so stimulated already, that he had a burning need to cum. He reached down and stroked his foreskin back and forth all of two times before shooting a load all over Monica’s face.
She sat there, stunned as rope after rope of thick white jizz landed on her face, coating it and much of her chest. She couldn’t believe the sheer volume of cum. The fact that it had only taken him a few moments to orgasm made it even more ludicrous.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, maybe there is something to it.” she grabbed a towel to wipe herself off.
His cheeks were red with shame and embarrassment. “I told you…” Now he was certain that he had been cursed. “What am I going to do? I can’t fuck anymore!” he wailed, collapsing on the bed next to her.
A devilish thought occurred to Monica. “Well, that’s not necessarily true.” she said in a sultry voice.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice shakey.
She got up and went over to her closet. She dug around for a few moments and then pulled out a harness of some kind. Then he saw what it was.
“No, no! I know what you are thinking, and no!” he said backing away. “There’s no way I’m letting you use that on me.” he pointed at the six-inch dildo on a harness and shook his head.
“Why not? With how sensitive you are, I bet you would love it. Have you ever tried it?” she said, strapping it on.
“No way! I’m straight!” he cried, desperation in his voice. He got to the door and was about to leave.
“Now wait a minute.” She said, in a stern tone. “You just came all over me, and I didn’t get anything.”
He stopped and turned around.
She continued, “I will tell everyone about what just happened if you don’t get over here.” she finished fastening the buckles of the harness. She put her hands on her hips and thrust out her temporary phallus “Besides, I know you’ll love it. There’s nothing gay about experiencing pleasure, even if it comes from getting your prostate massaged.” She thrust her hips to emphasize. “And I know what I’m doing with this. My roommate just got it, but I got to use it on her. We were drunk the other night.” She giggled.
He slowly walked over to her. He did feel bad for spraying cum all over her, and he certainly didn’t want her to tell anyone.
“Hurry up, I told you my roommate gets back soon.” she stamped her foot.
He sped up and when he got to the bed, he wordlessly turned around and bent over the bed. He didn’t have any fight in him to argue. He felt so defeated. He was also curious if she was right about his cursed anatomy, even if he wouldn’t admit such a thing.
“Good boy.” she cooed.
He felt cool lube drip between his ass cheeks. She lubed both him and her plastic cock. He couldn’t believe that he was really in this position, about to be fucked in the ass. But he was excited at the same time. He could feel his dick getting hard again already, just at the thought of it.
“Ready?” she whispered, rubbing her cock up and down his ass crack.
He nodded, still staring straight ahead, awaiting her entry.
She lined up her fake cock and started pushing it inside him. He was so tight and inexperienced. He kept clenching after each inch disappeared into his ass. It took a few moments of discomfort and pain, but she got the whole thing inside him. She held it there for a moment and let him get used to it.
He moaned as she began to slide it out and then back into his tight asshole. It rubbed him just the right way, and though there was still some pain and discomfort, the pleasure of his prostate being massaged completely eclipsed it.
She heard his low moan and smiled before picking up her pace. The other side of the dildo was pressed up against her clit, and she was really loving the stimulation there, as she watched her simulated dick slide in and out of this supposed tough football star’s ass. And he was moaning like a wanton slut!
“You like that, don’t you?” she taunted, slamming her cock home as hard as she could.
He gasped and moaned. “Yesssssss…” he slurred. “It’s amazing… oh!” he suddenly cried out. He shook for a moment and glob of cum shot out of his cock onto the bed. He had just orgasmed purely by anal stimulation.
She continued relentlessly pounding him for the next few minutes and watched as he shot load after load of cum onto the bed with each little orgasm. It almost became a game, seeing how many orgasms she could give him. He was like an oversensitive girl now, it was ridiculous!
She stopped, and he gave a little disappointed cry. “Tell me what you want me to do.” she demanded.
“Fuck me...Please… Please just keep fucking me…” he whimpered.
“As you wish.” she chuckled and continued her assault on his tight virgin ass. She was able to have a few orgasms of her own, just from the clitoral stimulation and the overall hotness of the situation.
Monica eventually let him rest after having her way with him for a good while until she heard a click as the door opened. Her cute blonde roommate wearing a cheerleader outfit walked in with a shocked look on her face. He recognized her as Clarissa, one of the cheerleaders he had fucked in the past.
“Shit!” cried Monica. “I was having so much fun, I forgot!” She laughed and turned to her roommate. “Sorry, Clarissa.” she said, climbing off of Anders’ quivering form.
“Is… that my strap on? And is that Anders, hey Anders.” she waved at him, smirking.
“Yeah. He’s a total butt slut now, isn’t that right?” she giggled. He didn’t have the strength to argue with her. He was barely able to follow what was happening, he was in such a daze.
“Which means I could have a turn, and be on top this time?” she asked, grinning. “What do you think, Anders?” She walked over to him and spanked his ass. “You want some more?”
He silently nodded and turned back around, showing his asshole, which was nice and stretched out at this point. He was ready for her.
When Monica handed her the strap on, she looked at Monica and licked the end that had been against her clit. “You’re next.” she giggled.
She strapped on the dildo and proceeded to give him several more orgasms before he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. He had never come close to this many orgasms in one day, let alone one encounter. He couldn’t fathom why he had waited until now to try getting his prostate massaged, he was in heaven.
* * *
    Jane heard through her friends on the cheerleading squad that Anders had become something of a fuck toy to the cheerleaders. Jane hadn’t been sure exactly what would happen to him when she cursed him, but she had not expected this. She wondered how exactly it manifested. Hell, if she could get one of her friends to invite her to one of these infamous “trains’ that she kept hearing about, she could find out for herself.
Anders’ life wasn’t that different. He was actually happier since he didn’t have to chase girls and impress them anymore. They came to him now. He would get out of class or football practice and go to Monica’s or one of her girlfriend’s places and let them service him until his eyes rolled back in his head.
    He was barely able to hold most of his life together. He was never the best student, so that aspect was suffering more than his football was, but for now, he was just barely staying afloat. He had lost that confidence that propelled him forward. He was now confused and unsure of himself.
    One thing he did know, is that his days of fucking girls with his massive cock were over. It was almost an afterthought now. When he was getting fucked by Monica or one of her friends, he knew he was born to be fucked, to be someone else’s toy.
    In the back of his mind, he wondered what a real cock would feel like massaging his prostate, but he didn’t have the guts to try that yet. He may love getting fucked in the ass every day, but he wasn’t queer or anything like that. He did shave all of his hair off now, but that was more for practicality. The hair down there got in the way of his fun. And once all of that hair was gone, it didn’t look right that the rest of him was hairy. So that body hair had to go too.
    And it wasn’t gay that he wore panties now. He just loved the way the material hugged his package and stimulated him. He was always leaking precum, on the brink of orgasm.
    No, he wasn’t gay at all, he surmised. He wasn’t any less of a man because he loved getting assfucked, and did it every day. He wasn’t less of a man since becoming a “one-pump chump”. Why should your masculinity be based on such things, anyway? He was just as much a man as any other, even while he was on his knees, wearing panties, and sucking on a plastic cock in preparation for it to go in his ass. No doubt in his mind.

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