The NPG Imperative Part II - The Hunger for Str8 Seductions by Blonde
This is part of a futuristic series and all readers should read part I to acquaint themselves with paradigmatic social and physical arrangements defined in the future. All the usual discliamers apply.
Bearcub frequents a generally straight pool at the nearby posh hotel to scope for seduction targets. He seldom swims at the city pool designated for gifted-only that is clothing optional. He has seen it all. For some reason, the best looking lesbians are intimidated by naked men, even though they are generally uninterested, so he can not even gaze on a refreshingly different female figure. Predating on men who have yet to join the fraternity is much more interesting. Many of the teenage boys are so hot as they splash about the pool with such youthful vigor, but at that age they tend to be clannish, so are hard to separate from their buds even in the most opportunistic moments for seduction.
With his tough Indian epidermis, he can lay out in the sun for much longer stretches than most people in our time of such a reduced ozone layer. This makes him just a harmless familiar fixture to the hotel guests. Little do they know.
One afternoon he spotted them. They both approached the pool with the obligatory beach bag, brimming with towels and fortified sunscreen. The were both strawberry blonde with tanning bed tans and they wore their wedding bands. She was petite with titties to boot not well concealed under her skimpy bikini top. In this time, guys no longer wear the below knee length swim trunks and shorts. Fashionable swimwear is the briefest emulation of competition bikini thong speedos and guys pull down the tight up-riding fabric over the cheeks of their derrieres as much as the girls. When they chose the chaise lounges just the other side of the pool from him and this gorgeous new apparition of male did just that over his perfectly sculpted cheeks, Bearcub nearly saluted out of his own brief covering. The reach for a strategic placed towel prevented any nearby pool loungers from noticing.
The packed fulsome banana under the thong was well worth a long gaze as well. One of the sexiest idiosyncrasies of the time, is often some men are a little too bushy to be completely covered by such a brief and tight covering. Not only did the most charming barely distinguishable sprig peak out from the top band, but a very distinct dark treasure trail that started as a lush circle around a deep inny, separating six pack abs, plunged brazenly into a surely mesmerizing thicket. But it was not until he removed his eyeglasses before they stepped hesitatingly into the pool, revealing stunningly French blue eyes that could only be the property of a sensitive and deeply sensual soul, that Bearcub became enthusiastically committed to "switching" a stunning new target. "Won't the gifties back at the rooming house be indebted to me forever." The predator contemplated his certain and delicious new prey. "He will be perfect for recruiting other cuties to the fraternity in the future."
One of the gifted reservation clerks at the hotel alerted Bearcub that they were newlyweds. "Rats, that is going to complicate meeting him." He would need the assistance of his insider clerk friend. Bearcub always returned the favor by sharing his conquests with his friend, whether he collaborated with him or not. The 'out of ice' plan was implemented. When one of them called to report that the ice maker was on the blink, Bearcub would leisurely hang about that hallway of the hotel after the guests were phoned that ice was available again. The prey could be enticed into an adjacent elevator and an employee's men's room "for the kill".
Bearcub pretended that he was another hotel guest in the sweltering un-air-conditioned hallway. He was downcast but slightly perplexed when the young wife stepped out of their suite clad only in a hotel terry cloth house coat and a towel wrapped around wet hair.
She beamed a friendly smile at him. "Thank God they have this contraption fixed. They told me they need to use a computer even to make ice in this day and age." As she finished filling her thermal bucket, she turned to him with a quizzical expression. "Excuse me for being nosey, but are you gifted?"
"Well yes", he answered a little sheepishly.
"Good!" she announced. "Hold this". She thrust the full bucket into his hands. He nearly dropped the bucket with astonishment with her next move. She opened her terry cloth wrap to expose her naked torso and used both ends in unison to cool herself. Tittering and giggling, she encouraged him to walk back to the room with her. "Damn its stuffy in these halls." Barely able to speak with her mirth, " Here I am a new bride. I can't believe I just flashed a cute gifted guy. My new hubby and I have been ssooo bad our whole honeymoon." Bearcub seldom glances at nude females but he thought he caught a glimpse of an exceptionally dark and ample bush for one so outlined as waxed. Still giggling, "oh my god, if you're lucky you will be able see my husband still nude after his shower. He is ssooo gorgeous." She practically shoved her banded finger into his eye. "Sorry, he's married, so you can't seduce him.". She then stopped dead in her tracks with her robe still open, "I'll bet a cute guy like you is good at that." Before he could reply, she was shoving him down the hall again. "I would die before I would ever let any of my girl friends look at him when he's naked, but I am so proud of him and want to share him with someone, so you will have to do."
When they got to the door, he realized that he would not be able to control himself from seducing him with her right there. "I am sorry, maybe its best if I went my own way."
"Oh please. It would mean so much to me." She jumped like a small girl pleading for candy when the young husband opened the door, probably curious about the commotion of his new wife talking with a stranger. He opened little more than a crack, but enough for Bearcub to see that he was only clad with a bath towel around his waist. Again with that hot treasure trail. "Oh Harry! this is the cute gifted guy I just flashed in the hallway."
Bearcub waved and started down the hallway. The titters and giggles would not stop. "Have I been such a bad girl you are going to have to spank me again?" That was the last of the commotion the gifted guy heard before the door closed and all was silent again.
He thought to himself, "kinky"!
The next day, Bearcub sat out at the pool again. This time he intentionally wore no shades. He wanted to be recognized by his new acquaintances. The newlyweds did not recognize him across the pool from them until they settled into their chaise lounges. She beamed and again like a little girl flitted her small hand in enthusiastic greeting before she signaled to him to join them. She rose to hug him as if he were an old friend. "Wow, you are even more cute just wearing your pool skivvies." She sat down to drape her arm around her new husband. "But you are not as hot as Harry, here. See, what did I tell you?" Harry was a little too embarrassed when shaking hands to look (introduced as "Dan") Bearcub in the eye. The wife prattled on something about how Dan was the first gifted guy to ever see her naked, loud enough for the nearest pool loungers to hear her. But Bearcub, with his large expressive gray eyes sought out eye contact with Harry anyway. He succeeded in a way that my readers would think meant a cruise. But in our time, with 2070 pharmaceuticals and a gifted man as talented as Bearcub, it was a significantly more profound and deeply sensual, erotic gesture. Harry's sensitive blue eyes responded first with a bewildered and confused expression, but with subsequent piercing glances from Bearcub, the look shifted to a sort of hazy enchantment.
The woman among the scantily clad threesome at first did not notice the special connection between the two. The predator was encouraged and pleased with the telltale symptoms of successful seduction from his new prey: thickening lips, hard pointed nipples, moderate but not heavy sweating, and a glance at his lap revealed a thickening but not yet erect banana beneath its cover. His skin was probably more sensitive than it had been at anytime since he was a baby. The still oblivious female carried on about how unfortunate it was that gifted boys were segregated from the regular high schools because they were so nice.
Suddenly she took note of her new husband's look of wander lust. "Oh my God, Harry, you are definitely taking too much sun this afternoon. Be a doll baby, Dan, and help me get Harry back to our room." Harry leaned mostly on the male in his stupor and the wife did not notice how the pursuer would familiarly caress Harry up and down his bare back, even daring to sneak probing fingers and palm under the band of the back of his swimming brief to grope firm ass cheek.
When they arrived back at their room and poured Harry in to the bed it was the prey this time who knowingly focused his sensitive blues at his pursuer. Bearcub knew that his new conquest would never reveal to the female what really happened. As he left the room, he promised he would check on the two of them later. "Thank you Dan. You are the sweetest doll baby and best friend we have made since the wedding." She could not have been more mistaken. The pursuer knew his victim would leave her without a clue as to his new whereabouts.
"The poor baby wants to just sleep in. I know its our honeymoon and he is the sweetest angel to watch sleeping, but a girl could get seriously bored. I've decided to go shopping with a good friend I have in the town. I hate to impose again, but would you be a dear heart and knock and check in on him once or twice while I am away?" BULLSEYE. He nearly drooled with the understanding that he was cleared for his kill.
"Who is it?" the young naked man gruffly inquired from the other side of the door.
"Who do you think it is?" replied Bearcub with galling confidence.
"If it is my big bad wolf, come in you evil minded devil. Come in and take what it is you yearn for. The door is unlocked."
Bearcub opened the latch without resistance. The curtains were drawn shut but he could make out more than a silhouette of a very fit and toned naked male of late teens about 6 ' in height. . His rippling spread eagled limbs were tangled about sheets and blankets of the large bed. As his eyes adjusted to the decreased light, the pursuer could make out the imposing blues of his prey glaring at him with a wild-eyed expression. He clasped and raised his pleasing stiff cut 8 incher at the base of his staff as if he was displaying to his intruder something remarkable. "No matter how much I beat this thing, I can't get you out my mind."
"I can show you and your awesomely handsome friend there many unbelievably fucking good times that that woman of yours could never equal in a thousand years."
"You are such an evil wizard and nasty queer man son of a bitch that I can't figure out what I want more -- for me to fuck you, or for you to fuck me."
The pursuer nearly sneered his knowing smile. "And isn't that a deliciously hot choice you have to make? Isn't that a more exciting and nut busting place to be than you would ever find from that wife of yours? You know that you are sexier than you have ever been before, than you ever knew was possible. You have the gift now and you will enjoy amazing pleasures and so frequently that you would never have imagined possible, otherwise."
They were both silent for minutes. Bearcub shot him a "booster": a reinforcing stare with powerful seductive force. Harry continued to glare at his new partner in intimacy for minutes before he finally threw up one well muscled leg in either victory or surrender. "Well what the fuck are you waiting for. Get yourself bare assed and get your queer ass over here so that we can jump bones and get it on."
Bearcub shuffled out of his few loose fitting clothes in a jiffy and leaped on to the bed directly on his new partner. The two naked men twitched and writhed about each other franticly seeking out the new sensation of close contact between supple and warm body parts. Within seconds they were thrusting strong hips on the impulse of inflamed loins, slapping heated slick-ended man sausages in a wild dance of multiple impacts. Fierce tongues from the two new lovers struggled in clashes, each determined to send his down the throat of the other. Bearcub had the presence of mind to arrange himself to start sucking on the simmering sausage and fulsome balls of his partner and with his lower torso adjacent to Harry's head, he reached to do the same. They growled and moaned to the audible lip smacking that accompanied their delighted affections. When Bearcub probed a strategic finger into Harry's virgin cavity, the initiate cried out, "oh please gift man, please stop and fuck my horny hole. Please poke your hot tool into my hungry man snatch."
"I will do more than that hot stud. I will fuck your tight little hole with my wet and hard tongue. That wife of yours would never fuck you with her yammering tongue. But you will be fucked with a big slathering man tongue everyday and twice on Sundays"
The initiate twisted himself on his back in one athletic jerk. He threw up his legs over his torso and clenched his hands behind bent knees to keep superb round cheeks spread and a puckering virgin starfish to be well exposed for a new raunchy intimacy. "Ooooo you disgusting perverted pig, taste my funky hole!" The pursuer moved in with pointed tongue to the writhing appointed target. He insinuated his taster by slithering into the resisting opening with patient but forceful digging movements. "Yes, you filthy motherfucker!" hissed the entranced recipient . . . . . "Eat my hole like that." The tight resistant ring lent itself to a powerful grip about Bearcub's tongue tip and a seemingly tiny opening.
"Damn," the aggressive pursuer thought to himself. "Man snatch, indeed! Imagine what that tight snapper could do for my throbbing dick." Before Harry had the opportunity to stave him off, Bearcub clambered over the virgin and had his pulsing man pole lined up and ready to poke into the pursued man's inexperienced orifice. Another hypnotic gaze of magical eye contact between two sets of intense eyes with two sets of very dilated pupils and the victim would be ready to receive his ticket to paradise. No additional lube would be necessary. The predator thrust his hips to impale his weapon to the hilt in one single forward stroke.
"Oooph," allowed the vulnerable virgin, but he never stopped clasping the backs of his knees to prevent his pursuer any physical liberty. He was available and trusting to a teacher in the arts of a whole new paradigm of intense lovemaking. Wild horses could not stop the most deeply felt bonds between men. With his cock deeply buried in cherry ass, Bearcub signaled his intentions for true passion by raising himself forward enough to deep kiss his new partner. Again, with that firm and animated tongue. He lifted himself over his stretched and filled victim and looked into wide open soulful eyes for that precious permission to proceed with long stretching strokes. He detected the sunny smile break out at the corners just as a very tight tunnel subtly quivered its approval against impatient man flesh. The experienced top man started with short quick and deep thrusts. The initiate focused on every stroke and fell into a blissful stupor of shallow respiration and blurred vision. This was no indignity. It truly was a gift. "Oh thank you gift man, my hole needs you so much. Fuck it with your hot cock and don't be afraid to hurt me."
"Your tight cherry ass and its little hole is just what my horny cock needs. If you aren't careful, I'm liable to tear it up, I'll fffuuuuckk you ssooo hard".
The first timer nearly screamed out his approval to such an extreme intention. "Oh yes, pleeeeeeeaaasse! . . . Drill my horny slutty ass as hard as you can." Bearcub stroked long and deep, nearly withdrawing on every backstroke and forcing very hard on every forward stroke. Even the massive heavy bed shook to the violent activity. The youth was genuinely throttled by the assault like motions and he loved every thrust forward and back. "Ugh! Ugh! Yes! . . . . . I am your slut. Fuck your slut so hard like the mean motherfucker you are. Oh please don't stop. Your whore needs you to fuck her so much."
Bearcub would pull out to try different techniques for deeper penetration and harder impact. They fucked doggy style. Harry spread his knees so his pummeled ass would be open for best effect. The top fucked his bottom from behind, spooning him so that his fuzzy bush would cram into supple very sensitized ass cheeks with each forward stroke. The most satisfying was when Bearcub stood on the bed with the gratified new man upside down resting on his head and shoulders so his stretched open ass would be open and available to his standing partner. His outstretched legs and feet against the headboard of the bed steadied himself so that he could maintain this partial handstand for as long as they both wanted to fuck that way. "Ohh, ugh!," they both grunted. It was a mix of pleasure and some pain for Harry and therefore the most enthralling sex he ever enjoyed. Between grunts he tried to express his new feelings for his new love mate of the same sex. "Lover boy, if you and that sweet cock ever leave me, I swear I will hunt you down and kill you both."
"Not a chance, stud. You are such a hot fuck, I just can't take it any more." Bearcub forced his deepest thrust yet into boundless bowels, his loins exploding into that still firm and pressuring pleasure pit. For his first time, Harry felt the unsurpassable joy of the depths of his very viscera be anointed with the warm splash of a lover's passionate excess soothing battered linings and prostate. "Oh God, yes," they cried out. One was almost cynically well experienced and the other was having his cherry popped for the first time, but they both were simpatico that "THIS was living."
They snuggled for just a few minutes when Bearcub lifted himself and turned his bare ass facing Harry, "alright stud, you don't get off that easy. I need that gorgeous formerly straight man meat you got there. Time to learn nothing beats fucking tight man pussy."
At the conclusion of Harry's intense transforming liaison, he hurriedly packed just basic belongings (even leaving behind his cell phone) and exiled himself with his pursuer to the rooming house, leaving behind a puzzled and distraught young wife. There he immersed himself into an existence of sensual nirvana amongst a wildly appreciative residency. Harry reveled in the chronic promiscuous and often orgiastic eroticism, physical intimacy, lewd social suggestibility, and incessant nudity that are all the hallmarks of lascivious decadence among gifted men. To this day, he has never regretted the switch for a moment. To the contrary, he marvels at the comparative tawdry and plain existence he would have endured had he never been targeted by Bearcub or any of the other talented among the fraternity who make possible a "joie de vivre" that could never be experienced by those poor wretches trapped in the straight world.
Bearcub has that special sensitivity about girls and young women who are attracted to the sexy lack of inhibition between gifted men. The jilted wife was deeply hurt and heart broken about her husband's switch, but was reassured almost immediately that, in his way, she was still cherished. She was almost delighted to be eagerly invited into a world of raw sensuality she had always assumed would be prohibited to her. Circumstantially, she along with a few other "giftie girls" were frequent guests at the rooming house where she became an impassioned student of the variety amongst male anatomy. She was especially intrigued to be in the company of one of the residents nicknamed "Horse". Of course, she never alerted the authorities of her husband's seduction. To the parents of both, they conspired in the charade that all was normal and they were cohabiting in the married dormitory at the local state college at the beginning of the subsequent semester. It did not take long before she even commenced a secret lesbian relationship with one of the other giftie girls.
At first, Harry could hardly stay away from the nude public pools for the gifted. He would nearly swoon with the seeming sixth sensation of hungering male eyes drinking in all the most exquisite qualities of his naked flesh. He would pretend not to notice as bright hypnotized eyes would scrutinize every twitch of his male organ predictably stirring and stretching to life when warmed by the sun while he reclines to catch rays on the outdoor furniture or spread beach towel. But soon enough, the switch implanted deep within his soul, the special need emerged to join the other talented predators in their ravenous hunt for unsuspecting comely straight men, to corrupt them into the fraternity of the blissfully gifted. Such was his newfound if not always legitimate contribution to the NPG imperative.
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