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 Ouroboros

   A great many forces held Garrat Russell in check.  He had a fastideous
wife, a consuming job, a debilitating mortgage, an anemic dog and a finicky
cat.  There was little room for him to misbehave.  This, however, did not
prevent him from mentally exploring his depravity.

   He was a subscriber to an erotic literature website and would often use
the stories he read to bring him to orgasm in the shower or company
bathroom.  After a period of time he started to feel that all the stories
resembled each other and that he was just going through the motions as he
pulled his pecker to eruption.  He suspected that the stories were
formulaic and possibly written by a computer.  This routine made him feel
like a machine, when he'd rather feel like an animal.

   Deciding to create his own erotic world rather that explore the insides
of the box, he created a blog where he posted his fantasies.  He wrote
impassioned stories of his childhood fantasies- of him and his grade school
heart throb fucking in the back of a school bus, of being seduced by his
babysitter after catching her masturbating with his mother's vibrator, and
of being raped by a neighbor after mowing her lawn on a sweltering summer
day.  Web surfers seemed to enjoy the stories and he was encouraged to
write more.  He put advertisements on his site and made his hobby turn a
profit.

   Months passed and Garrat was earning more at his hobby than he was at
his nine to five job.  Submission to the powers of his labido earned more
than the powers of his mind.  He decided to quit his job, but ommitted that
fact from his wife.  She would continue to see him off to work every
morning after giving the pets their appropriate vet suggested breakfasts.
Afterwards, instead of hopping on the expressway to crawl through the
traffic jam, he drove to the next town and sat at a coffee shop and plugged
away at his keyboard with a carefully concealed erection.

   He published a few erotic chap books and joined a syndicate that paid
him for each piece he created.  After three months as a career erotic
writer he hit writer's block at full speed.  His creativity seemed to
shatter into pieces and his pride held him back.  He was still able to
write erotica, but all his stories just seemed to similar to ones he had
already written.  He'd get about 500 words into the story and then
recognize the similarity and shame would overcome him and he'd delete the
entire document.

   Wondering how many permutations can come about through standard hetero
sex, he figured he'd have to broaden his horizon's in order to continue his
regular output.  This worked and the words spilled onto his keyboard.  His
creativity was back.

   Still considering himself a heterosexual he was forced to overcome the
stigma of homosexuality.  He had written many lesbian stories, but for some
reason two men together made it difficult to capture the moment in his
imagination.  His "good" christian upbringing constructed too many mental
barriers to make "getting into" gay sex impossible.  Eventually he said
fuck it, and found it easy to just change the gender of a character and the
point of view of the narrator.  He was now having his male characters
getting butt fucked, wrapped up in 69 positions giving head and analingus.
He as so hot by the time he was finished with his first gay story that he
went to the coffee shop bathroom and jerked himself off.

   Again he had months of hinder free writing.  His wife found him in a
regular good mood.  When asked why he told his wife that he got a promotion
at the office.  Even their sex life got a boost, but that faded back to the
standard weekly scooby snack.  She was never that interested in sex and
that was the original fuel of his new career.

   Garrat was publishing like never before.  Now he knew that it was his
view of the horizon that inhibited his imagination...  at least that's what
he thought until he received an email from a reader of his.  The reader,
Nick, called Garrat out on his fraud.  He brought up examples in his
writing that were not supported by reality, primarily in his gay stories.
Garrat replied that he was given "artistic license" to embellish his
stories.  Nick shot back that if Garrat ever wanted to be a good writer,
that he'd have to know what he was writing about, and that the only way to
truly know is to do.

   This hit Garrat hard.  Never had the literary criticism hit so
accurately on his weakness.  He even considered abandoning his newfound
career and returning to cubicle life.  His cash reserves could handle a
couple weeks of halted productivity, but he'd have to make a life decision
as to whether he'd continue with erotica or drop it and get back to the
grind.

   He decided that he would attempt to become an honest writer.  He still
had major reservations to homosexuality and didn't think he would go
through with gay sex.  He identified the variables that he was
inexperienced with: butt sex and sucking cock.  He figured that he could
experience those with a transsexual and educate himself while staying in
the grey area of sexual preference.

   Since he wrote many tranny stories he figured that he could predict
everything that would happen and that he had no reason to be nervous.  He
devised a plot and told his wife the alibi.  He said that his new position
demand him going to a conference in Omaha and that he'd be gone for a
couple days.  She bought it but he was really planning to go to Las Vegas.

   He bought the ticket and the next weekend his wife drove him to the
airport.  While at the airport waiting for his flight Garrat browsed the
web for shemale escorts and prostitutes.  He searched reviews of escorts
and wrote the numbers and rated those he found the most attractive (those
that looked the most female).  The plane boarded and in several hours he
was landing in the desert.  It was already dark so he got his rental car
and drove to his hotel off the strip.

   He awoke the next morning and called down his list.  Only the third
answered the call.  She was latino and spoke with a thick accent.  Garrat
asked if she had any openings this afternoon.  He decoded her "no" and then
worked with her to set up an appointment for 2pm.  He got directions and
drove north out of Clark County.

   It was a long drive to the town of Caliente.  He past signs warning
passersby of radiation danger and advised them not to get out of their car.
Garrat was pleased that he rented a hybrid, because the distance between
gas stations was tremendous.  He pulled off after seeing a sign for the
town.  He passed through the downtown area, a handful of sun bleached brick
buildings with a paved dusty road.  He travelled to the outskirts and found
a gated house with the sign labelled "The Setting Sun".  He parked in a lot
beside the brick home.

   He took several deep breathe's to calm his nerves.  "Now or never," he
thought to himself.  He stuffed his pocket with condoms, checked his wallet
and turned off his cell phone.  Getting out of the car, he walked up to the
gate and pressed a buzzer.  The gate unlocked a moment later and he walked
up the walkway dividing the grassless lawn.  The screen door was flimsy and
he didn't bother knocking, he just stepped inside.

   An effeminite boy, no older than 18, greeted him wearing a mesh tank top
and shredded grey jeans.  His hair was short with spikes, the tips were
dyed.

   "Hello sweety, welcome to the Sun.  Are you our two o'clock?" he asked
with a soft lisp.

   "Yeah, I spoke with Lola," Garrat said shakily.  "I didn't know she
worked at a brothel."

   "Listen sweety, in this state you can't do otherwise, or else the law'll
get ya.  So should I call the girls," he winked, "or do you want to go get
a drink first?"

   "I thought I'd meet with Lola, is she not available, I just called this
morning."

   "Lola's our covergirl, but we have others that may prove more your
taste, why don't you go get a drink and I'll get the girls." Without
waiting for a response the boy trotted off behind a beaded curtain.

   Garrat walked over to a bar and a short mexican woman asked, "What'll it
be handsome?"

   "Gin and tonic, with a couple slices of lime." She mixed the drink and
before it was even served the boy was back with a parade of prostitutes.

   They were all lined up.  Garrat swivelled his stool to get a bette look.
The boy started with the introductions.  "This one here is Abby, she's a
genuine girl, but knows her toys and her boys.  These next two are Christy
and Bunny, they're post-op and can keep your post up.  These five are
Cherry, Suzy, Jenny, Haley, and you know Lola.  And I brought Arny out just
in case you felt a bit more curious."

   They were all done up with makeup and were dressed slutty.  Abby had it
caked on and Lola almost looked like a clown.  Arny was wearing lipstick
and his cheeks were all blushed.  Cherry was by far the most attractive. 
Her makeup was tasteful, her black strapless top with long sleeves showed
off her natural looking cleavage and slender neck line.  She looked
hispanic and had beautiful and large dark eyes.  Her flesh was a muted
olive.  Garrat was pleased that the boy brought her out.  Cherry noticed
the attention Garrat was giving her and she walked up, provacatively
bouncing her scantily covered hips.  The rest of the girls and the boy
walked to the bar and ordered drinks and started talking.

   Cherry took his arm and sat on the neighboring stool.  She said to the
bartender, "Sangria por favor," then she turned to Garrat and with a smile
asked, "First time, no?"

   "I call it research," he replied hoping to be clever and interesting.

   "You a scientist?"

   "No a writer."

   "You work with newspaper?"

   "I write erotica," Garrat saw she was confused, "Sex stories."

   "You going to write about me?"

   "I'm just hoping to get some ideas."

   She looked at his ring, "You married.  Wife not good enough story?"

   "She can only do so much," he replied spinning his ring with his thumb.

   "So that's why you need me," she wrapped her arms around his neck.  "I
can do anything for you," she said with a twinkle in her eye and then moved
in to kiss his lips, tenderly at first but when he started to kiss back she
thrust her tongue into his mouth.

   The idea that he was kissing a girl with a cock between her legs sunk in
and his stomach went a flutter and he almost felt dizzy by the time they
broke thier kiss.  She let her hands trail from his neck down his arms and
held his hands.  "Shall we," she beckoned and he was in her control.  They
got up and walked through the beaded curtain down a hallway to her room.

   Going through the door he saw her cramped room sparcely decorated with
dark quilted blankets hung on the walls and purple sheets covering the
lamps.  The room was dim and created a mysterious presence.  She had a king
size bed that left little room for her two dressers.  The carpet was a
charcoal shag and contrasted the light red bed covers and pillows.  There
were several toys on the dressers: dildo, strap on, bondage items, etc.

   Holding Garrat's hand she led him to sink in the corner.  There was a
basin with a sponge and warm soapy water.  She seductively disrobed Garrat,
kissing his flesh as she uncovered it.  When she had him completely naked
she took the sponge and dunked it in the water.  Garrat closed his eyes as
she rubbed him down with the sponge.  The sound of her squeezing the water
from the sponge seemed to echo in his mind.  She gave his groin and ass
extra attention.

   He heard the sponge plop into the basin and he looked down to see Cherry
running her palms up his legs, stopping at his cock to hold it steady as
she took the head into her mouth.  She began by swirling her tongue over
the engorged head and then bobbed up and down until she sunk the entire six
inch shaft down her throat.  He watched her lips work his pole, but didn't
notice her eyes intently watching his.  She noticed when his face exposed
his proximity to orgasm and she dismounted and, while still on her knees
pushed him to the edge of the bed.

   He sat down and watched her as she switched on her cd player, techno was
playing and she was dancing to the music as she began to strip.  We watched
in lust as she twirled and rolled her hips.  She bunched up her shirt to
her tits, exposing a perfect tummy and a sexy navel ring.  She stepped out
of her heels and undid her flares.  She pulled her panty straps up, hooking
them over her thumbs while shaking her ass.  Garrat had to struggle to
resist ripping her clothes off himself.  He sat on his hands while she
unzipped, her black panties had a red heart at the crotch.  She bent over
showing him her perfect ass and legs as she pulled her flares to the floor.
Garrat had to reach out and stroke her ass.  She playfully slapped his hand
away.

   After stepping out of her pants she worked on her shirt.  Teasing and
toying with Garrat as she pulled the sheer material over her head freeing
her round breasts.  Her areola were tiny and dark but her nipples protruded
a good inch.  She pushed them up to lick the tips and gave Garrat a wink.
She spread her legs and leaned over with her ass to him.  She grabbed her
leg and pulled, her tits hung unnaturally reminding Garrat of her true
identity.  He looked between her legs and saw the buldge tucked between
them.

   She flipped back up, her hair tossed back and she spun and thrust her
breasts against his face.  He opened his mouth and sucked her tits.  She
gently pushed him to the bed, laying him down, and then squirmed up his
body.  She shook her tits over his face and then used his nose to trace a
path down her belly.  When it touched the material of her panties she
rolled her hips to massage his face with the silky fabric.

   Garrat let his lips dance over her panties.  His mouth agap, taking in
the perfumed musk that eminated from her crotch.  She strattled his face
and ground her crotch against it.  He could feel the hard, yet pliable
shaft skimming over his chin.  His belly quivered and she reached down and
moved her tight panties to the side.

   He felt the flesh of her cock dragging over his lips.  The cock was
still tucked backwards.  With a long roll of her hips the soft tip lodged
between his moistened lips.  He gasped, tilting his jaw back and allowing
her to sink her cock into his mouth when her hips rolled forward.

   The soft underside of her cock slid unhindered along his wet tongue. 
She moaned at the sensation when his lips tightened around her shaft.  The
head pressed against the roof of his mouth, causing him to gag and swallow.
The pressure gave her sign to pull her eight inch cock up and out of his
throat.  She dipped back in a few more times before she pivoted and lowered
her mouth onto his cock.

   They were locked in a sixty-nine, and Garrat was carefully noting every
feeling as he sucked her cock- the rubberiness of her thickening head, the
texture of the veiny shaft, the softness of the underside of her cock, the
pulsating warmth that seemed to lightly bob the cock along the pivot of the
base with her every heartbeat.  He opened his eyes to see her tight asshole
obscured in the darkened crack of her ass.  She was completely hairless
from this angle, but he could feel her well groomed patch of fur as it
tickled his chin.  All this observing allowed him to prolong his cumming.

   She pulled her cock out of his mouth and knealt at the edge of the bed.
It felt funny to Garrat, not having her cock in his mouth.  He could now
only focus on her ministrations.  She held his legs back by the knees and
tilted his ass up.  She started to lick around his ass.  The saliva was
clinging to his hair.  She pressed the tip of her tongue into his tight
pucker and wriggled it back and forth.  Then she licked her index finger
and pressed it against his ass, sliding it up and down his crack until she
lodged it against his sphincter.  She pressed in and, though his ass was
clamped up tight, she slid in quickly to the second knuckle.

   Without taking her finger from his ass, she grabbed a bottle of anal-eze
and slopped a glob around his anus.  It was cold and made Garrat inhale
sharply.  She worked it into him and massaged it into the lining of his
rectum.

   He felt slick and slippery down there.  He figured she was about to slip
her own tool into him.  Raising on his elbows he said to her, "I've got
condoms in my pant pockets." She smiled and fished one out.  She stood up
and unwrapped and then rolled the condom down her shaft as he looked on,
his knees up and his ass lubed.

   She stood at the edge of the bed, tucked a pillow under his ass, to
raise it to a comfortable position.  His ass was glistening in the soft
light.  She held her cock at the base and slid the helmet along his lubed
crack.  Each time the tip brushed against his sphincter he instinctively
rolled his hips to try to get it inside himself.  She'd just pass the tight
hole over and graze it over his perineum before teasing him again.  When
she looked down to see his eyes on fire with lust she finally rested the
tip against the hole and ever so slowly applied pressure.

   Her tip took a while to work in.  Garrat noted the double flesh caused
by the condom as she was forced to shift her cock from side to side before
the head popped through the tight ring.  Garrat felt filled and she only
had an inch of her eight inside him.

   Garrat helped her the rest of the way, by rolling his hips as she
pressed herself into him.  When her tip grazed against the flesh covering
his prostate, it felt awkwardly pleasing and seemed to make the sensations
in his loins a little more lucid.  She pulled back, emptying his bowels,
making an unwelcomed vacuum in his rectum.  He became satisfied only when
she thrust back into him.

   There was pain involved, but the pleasure he felt from the experience
made every thrust worth it.  He gave up analyzing the experience and fell
into the rhythms of lust.  He clamped down his asshole with each outstroke
and moaned each time she sank her inches back into him.

   He looked up at her and saw her chewing her bottom lip.  There were
beads of perspiration forming at the base of her neck.  Her entire body
seemed to glisten and shimmer.  There was a fire in her eyes and she pumped
her tool into Garrat, her abs clenching and her hair dancing behind her. 
Her thrusts became eratic and Garrat felt her sink completely into him, her
cock thickening and hardening more and more.  She squinted, her mouth
gaping, a deeper gutteral groaning escaping from her pouting red lips. 
Garrat felt her twitching and her pounding became so powerful it stretched
his ass to the point of pain.  But he could care less.  He brought her to
orgasm, something he never experienced with his wife, and there was a great
satisfaction derrived from it.

   Cherry collapsed on top of Garrat, her cock softening slipped out of his
tight ass, her tits pressed into his stomach, her hair sprawled over his
chest, his cock pulsating against her flattened stomach.  She raised her
head up, he was looking down to see her glowing smile behind her curtain of
hair.  She flung her hair back and stood to take the condom off and toss it
to the trash.

   She went to his pants and pulled out another rubber.  She danced to the
tribal techno beat as she walked over to him.  Her cock swaying to the
rhythm as she ripped open the package.  She rolled the condom over his
shaft and motioned him to scoot up.  He did and she crawled up.  Scooping
some lube from his ass, she wiped it over her own.  Then holding the tip of
his cock lowered her ass onto his pole.

   She descended quickly, biting her lip and slowly bouncing her hips with
the rare resistence she felt.  Her cock hung down and its oozing tip
painted smears of cum on his lower abdomen when she bottomed out on his
shaft.  The cum clung and broke when she rose.

   Garrat rubbed her legs and ass while she bounced on his tool.  Her cock
was slapping down with each bounce.  She used a hand to keep it under
control, the other was placed behind her to keep her body steady with her
bouncing.  Her ass was pounding away while her ring clamped around his
shaft each time his cock head came close to her opening.

   Moving her hand aside Garrat cupped her bouncing balls and held onto her
shaft as she rose and fell.  He cock was increasingly getting harder and he
was getting closer to orgasm.  The kernel of pleasure was encompassing the
warmth in his ass, the stickiness of his balls and the firmness of his
cock. His engorged head seemed ready to explode.  Wanting to prolong the
pleasure Garrat focused on his breathing with his eyes closed.

   Suddenly Cherry let out a high pitched sigh.  Garrat looked up to see
her tongue pressed flat against her upper lip and an expression of
simultaneous pain and pleasure.  He lost the focus.  His balls bubbled over
and erupted, expanding his shaft as the ropes gushed into the tip of the
condom.  Her ass still pounding down, squeezed the excess to the base,
draining it between his balls.

   She ground to a stop and Garrat regained his coherence.  He grabbed her
cock and stroked it.  He rolled her over and brought the shaft back into
his mouth.  His relief from cumming somehow made deep throating a little
easier.  He bobbed until he could take almost her entire cock into his
throat.  She was groaning and tapped his shoulder.  He looked up at her and
winked.  She then thrust her head back and brought a pillow over her face.
Her muffled cries were matched by Garrats exaggerated swallowing.  She
dumped rope after rope of cum into his hungry mouth.

   Hip lips strained and his mouth quickly filling with jizz, he brought
only her mushroomed head into his mouth, then milked her shaft for the last
few morsels.  The flavor was odd, salty, alkaline, a bit bleachy.  Garrat
had his experience.  He still had her cum in his mouth when she came down
to kiss him thank you.  She slipped her tongue in his mouth and scooped up
whatever cum that spilled out.  They lay there for a while to catch their
breath.

   They dressed and went back to the bar.  He kind of interviewed her to
find out her background.  Her story seemed oddly familiar to Garrat.  The
conversation lasted for another hour until the gay host called her for
another line up.  Cherry kissed Garrat good-bye and told him to visit
again. He promised he would.

   He drove back to Las Vegas and arrived there by dusk.  The entire ride
seemed like deja vu, but he couldn't place it.  He walked into his cheap
hotel, his ass was sore, but his curiosity was piqued.  He turned on his
laptop and started to scour his files.  He knew there was something too
similar about this experience.  He opened up a file titled, Ouroborus.  He
read the first line - "A great many forces held Garrat Russell in
check...."
   The Never End