BUTT FUCKER


I felt like shit. Stabbing pains were assaulting my knee with every heartbeat. I should have called the nurse, obviously my medication wasn’t getting the job done. But I wanted the pain. Pain, I could deal with. I’d been dealing with it since Pop Warner football. At the moment, it was a welcome distraction. What I couldn’t deal with was the anger and disappointment I was feeling. I had set a goal to be a starter in my sophomore year. Actually, my goals were to be a starter in my freshman year, make All American my sophomore year. But the talent level of college ball humbled me from the first day of camp. I almost quit.

But I had worked hard to make to the top of the depth chart. This was going to be my year. Finally, my name was going to ring out all over the nation. Then two days before our first game, I heard a sickening pop before my knee exploded in pain. There hadn’t even been any contact. I just took a bad step. Now I was in a hospital bed having a pity party by my lonesome. I couldn’t even bring myself to watch the game; I changed the channel and watched cartoons for the rest of the afternoon.

“Good morning!”

A cheerful candy striper bounded into the room and retrieved a bedpan from under my bed.

“Are you ready?” she asked me, still smiling.

“Ready for what?” My reply was sharp. I was in no mood for her sunny disposition.

“Well, the anesthesia should be wearing off. So, you should be able to relieve yourself now.”

When she reached to pull back the bed sheet; I quickly grabbed her hand to keep her from doing so.

“Don’t be bashful. I’ve done this for dozens of patients.”

“Well, you haven’t done it for me. No, thank you. I’ll manage.”

“No, you won’t. If you move the wrong way, you’ll tear out those fresh stitches.”

Then she stuck her index finger in my ear. When I reflexively reached to grab her hand, she pulled back the sheet and hiked up my gown. She was quick!

“Works every time,” she said smugly. Then she giggled as she gazed at my penis.

“I can see now why you’re so modest. I see butt fucking in your future, champ. Little junior here isn’t going to be of much use for anything else.”

“Well, I see unemployment in your future, bitch!” I had become so irate by her laughing at my dick, that her filthy mouth momentarily escaped my attention. This was the 70’s. Women just weren’t that vulgar.

“This isn’t my job. I’m a volunteer.”

She later told me she was performing community service as part of her sentence for driving under the influence.

“But if my bedside manner turns you off, I can switch with Gabby if you like. Hey,Gabby,” she called out to another striper passing the doorway.

“Yes,” she answered, ducking into the room.

Gabby was 200 pounds if she was an ounce – and hairy! She was unkempt. I questioned her hygiene even from across the room. There would be no switching!

“My name is Adriana, by the way. Everyone calls me Anna.”

I leaned on her while I tried to fill the bedpan. My bladder was full and heavy, but I couldn’t pee. It was a weird feeling. I guess the drugs hadn’t worn off. After I had time to cool off from our earlier exchange, I learned that Anna had a great sense of humor and an even greater body. She was compact with wavy black hair and smooth, mocha chocolate colored skin. Her C cups which perched high on her chest, tapered down to a tiny waist, which accented the best ass I had ever seen. Her ass-cheeks were perfectly round like two small basketballs. And when she walked, they seemed to dry hump each other. It was completely mesmerizing. Watching her move about the room was the highlight of my day.

The night before I checked out of the hospital, I heard a soft voice in my ear. “Wake up, butt fucker.”

I thought it was part of my dream. But I kept hearing it until I opened my eyes. It was Anna crouched beside my bed.

“Follow me,” she commanded. She led me to a linen closet after we dodged the night nurses. “This is your shot, champ, to take your first ride down Hershey Way.”

She hiked up her skirt to reveal nothing but ass underneath. And it was such a beautiful ass. But Hershey Way...? I wish she hadn’t said that. It conjured up a disgusting image. She seemed to have read my mind. She slowly bent over and deliberately ran her index finger up the crack of that beautiful ass, before quickly turning and shoving it under my nose. I jerked my head back expecting the worse. Instead, her finger smelled of lavender with a hint of some other soap I couldn’t identify.

I was rock hard. She reached for some lube on the shelf before oiling us up pretty good. Her knowledgeable, soft touch made my balls ache. Then she seductively bent over again before saying, “Don’t you dare put it in the wrong hole.”

I slowly entered the cleft of the mocha mounds with her guidance until my hips pressed against her warm cheeks. Her warmth enveloped my dick like a cozy blanket. That and the squishy feeling of the lube made me feel like my dick was getting a deep massage as I kept a steady rhythm. I was lost in the feeling until Anna started giggling. She was laughing at my dick again. Anger swelled inside me like a tsunami. I was determined to make her feel this. I started pumping furiously until sweat covered my body, until my thighs trembled from the effort and my knee was aflame from the strain. I pumped into her unholy maw until the natural smell of her ass gradually overtook the sweet aroma of the soap. The sweat from our bodies added to the mixture and assaulted my nostrils. The smell was so intoxicating that I inhaled deeper with each breath, making me dizzy as the slapping of our sweaty bodies applauded us.

Then the giggling stopped. This bitch was feeling my dick! Until then I hadn’t even thought of cumming, I was fucking her to punish her, shut her up. This was conquest! I blew a load so big I lost my balance. Before I could regain it, the nasty bitch wheeled and leapt on me, knocking me down, pinning my shoulders to the floor.

“Something to remember me by,” she whispered.

Her whizzing was incredibly loud as the long stream of strong, acrid piss soaked me and puddled on the floor. I was still in shock when she fled the scene.

A year later I was healthy again, but I would never be the same player I was. In my second game back, though, I scored my first touchdown. I was on top of the world. Later that day I got an unexpected phone call at the dorm.

“Hello?”

“Congrats, butt fucker. Have you missed me?”

I sure as hell had.

 

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