Memoirs of a Total Top

by Parker Young

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Part of me sensed that when the kid pushed forward, the damage to my hole would be savage and irreparable--and that the pain would knock me out. But I didn’t care any more. Our energy was merging into a blazing maleness eager to give and receive pain—sensing crazily that somehow in the hot core of anal agony we would find the most powerful imaginable ecstasy.

But unexpectedly, instead of thrusting forward the way I would have done in his situation, the kid shifted his weight entirely onto his left elbow and took my right hand in his. He guided it to the fleshy tube between my legs, the sheath emerging from the his ass and connecting his rectum to my swollen cock. He moved my hand slowly up and down the sheath, inviting me to relish its hot fleshiness, thick with veins pulsing from our blood, firm and yet yielding.

Every time our hands pressed in on the tube, electric waves of pleasure shot up and down its length. The fine threads of the sheath that were buried in the tubes of my testicles and bladder spasmed and twitched. A searing delirium caused me to black out briefly as rope after rope of steaming cum spewed out of my piss tube into the hot core of the sheath.

Only half conscious, I could hear the kid bellowing with pleasure as the tube connecting us spasmed and squirmed, pumping my loads of fiery jizz deep into his bowels. The sheath released a powerful manly musk as it pulsed, filling the room with the rich scent of clean bowels that have no function but to deliver the purest imaginable male fuck pleasure.

When our hands worked their way up and I could feel my cock through the fleshy sheath, I dimly realized that my own shaft had grown to the same enormous length and girth as the kid’s. And I felt an enormous pressure building in my rectum.

Instinctively, I pushed out as though I was taking a dump and felt a mass of threads spew out through my shithole, wrapping themselves around the kid’s cockhead and shaft, pulling his piss slit open, working their way down through his piss tube into the hot depths of his bladder and testicles.

Thread after thread of rectal tissue worked their way through my hole, weaving themselves into a thick sheath around his cock, a mirror image of the tube that connected my cock with his.

I discovered I could now pull the sheath from my ass back into my rectum and easily suck his monster cock all the way into my colon until his swollen cum sack bounced against mine.

And as our testicles twitched and slammed against each other, the room echoed with the sloppy fuck sounds of our violent animal rut--no, more than animal . . . demonic.

And now we were totally bound to each other, bucking and howling. I was no longer a top--or a bottom--but some new life form capable of entering into--and being split open by a pulsing field of fuck energy wildly unlike anything I had ever experienced as a Total Top.

—to be continued—