The NPG Imperative - Part IV: `Switched' and Lovin' It
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 disclaimers apply.
She agreed. What a relief it was to 18 year old Wilfred. It was not just that she agreed to be engaged to him, but after an exchange of several e-mails, she agreed to have sex with him starting as soon as the betrothal papers had been registered. "Fuckin' A," he thought. "She must be as horny as I am." He had forwarded to her a raunchily explicit e-mail message from his older married brother, instructing him in the fine art of eating pussy and how his wife could never get enough head. He supplemented the text with the assurance that he would service her on demand according to precise instructions until death do them part. Her only obligation in this arrangement would be engagement and marriage with at least the occasional opportunity for his always ready throbbing 8 ½" male member to plunge into the grip of her female receptacle. At once he fantasized a giddy daydream of what she might be like down there. Was she as bushy as was alleged his sister-in-law? God, he hoped she was tight down there. His most satisfying jack off sessions were always tight fisted. When they first met, he took a chance in a moment of candor that he had never taken with any other girl. He confessed that he was afflicted with chronic sexual fantasies and that he masturbated incessantly -- "just can't stop beatin' off". That made her laugh and broke the ice. She became very flirtatious and affectionate on dates, but coy and tight-lipped about her own sexual tastes, all the while encouraging him to communicate all the details about his fantasy life and masturbatory exploits.
His near despondence after 6 months with this relationship and 8 months since they both had graduated from high school was not just his fear that she is nothing but a "bitch and a tease." Youths like Wilfred were in constant danger of being almost unwittingly seduced by talented gifted men, which meant of course being seduced to a lifetime of gifted orientation. Maria may have had an ass that was ½ the size of the back of the bus and flat chested, but there were worse people an unattached male could encounter. She may have had plain downcast brown eyes with bushy eyebrows and she may have been an 'every day is bad hair day' brunette, but she was his best ticket to a life as a straight man. All his buds from High School were now either married or engaged. One or two had even knocked up a significant other to drop a cute rug rat. But he was trapped in his parents home, taking home web and conference courses on tech aid and maintenance. The confinement and the frustration it engendered seemed to drive him to insanity. He was getting testy with his parents and descending into bouts of self pity. He would rage to his girlfriend on the phone that he could not even go to the mall or the movie theater for fear that a "shit pie-eyed giftie fag will put the whammy" on him. She was the only one who seemed to be able to console him. He was not a bad looking 6' 1" freckle faced red haired kid. He had a good lean build although strangely narrow shouldered. Until Maria, he was painfully shy with girls and tried everything to attract one for a relationship. Growing his hair long, then cutting it short, sporting a moustache -- nothing seemed to attract that special someone.
Now it seemed he could breath easier. His mother hugged and kissed him. Both his parents insisted that there was no rush to leave home and that he and his new fiancee could be alone together whenever they wanted. Two days later, his parents arranged to accompany him to the local court house to file betrothal papers. Maria had agreed to arrive ahead of time to check the surroundings for any suspicious characters who might be in the habit seducing vulnerable straight guys. Wilfred did not want the indignity of being led to the registration office in the court house blindfolded, as news presentations have shown so often. All was well as they filled out the application form. The clerk read over the first page, noticed the male applicant's age of nearly 19 and flashed a look at the applicant.
"Everything on the first page looks to be in order." The effect was instant. To Wilfred, it was as if he had looked into the eyes of an angel, someone who was certainly more enchanting than just human. It was as if he had fallen into a giddy swoon. The look from those wide-eyed blues was the most delicious and life-affirming contact he had ever had with anyone in his life. Could it really be happening? Was this a gifted seduction? In the light-headedness of his semi-paralysis, he had the presence of mind to not look directly at the clerk again. He hurriedly filled the remainder of the application and irritated Maria by impatiently insisting she do the same. Fortunately his dress pants were baggy enough that no one would likely notice the boner he was sprouting. Leaving the court house, he promised to call Maria when he got home. They were told it would be two days before their betrothals would be registered and they would be outfitted with engagement bands. Mysteriously, his parents noticed that he was not excited about the profound change in the life of their son. He simply told them when they got home that he needed to go to his room to complete some urgent studying.
When he slammed the door behind him, he could hardly strip quickly enough. He could not get his fingers around his raging boner soon enough. Finally naked, he threw himself on the bed on his back to commence some serious stroking. It was as if all his skin super sensitized for encounter. Maybe he could beat his gifted whammy out of him. His mind shifted into a hot fantasy that the magical blue-eyed clerk had ridden up between his legs and was sucking on his excited erection with a firm wet tongue and a mouth that could stretch guy meat like putty. It was the most marvelous daydream of his life and it seemed to extend deep into the night. He hardly noticed that his groin and balls had tightened like a spring and when they had to spasm for release, it began the most intense orgasm of his life. Great shots of hot off-white watery jizz squirted from a quivering and greatly gaping pee hole all about his stomach, chest and even his face. The overwrought pillar of man flesh in his fingers throbbed to the continuous ejaculatory spasms that wracked his groin long after his pee hole had completed the expulsion of a mighty load. He breathed heavily in exhaustion as he thought, "oh fuck, I came like that for a guy?"
Wilfred still was not convinced that he had been recipient to a fatal "whammy dose" from the clerk. After cleaning himself, he thought of ways he could purge himself of it. Still naked, he called Maria to apologize for his conduct in the courtroom. He lied when he told her that he had stripped naked in his room on her account and was ready for some phone sex. He challenged her to switch on visual capability. She did not but they enjoyed some dirty talk all the same, stimulating him to a somewhat diminished orgasm. After hanging up, he sauntered into the bathroom for a quick shower. He beat off again, with Maria's sultry and suggestive encouragements still fresh in his mind.
Satisfied that he managed to dodge the full effect of a gifted seduction, he was still toweling off in his bedroom when he sat down at his computer to check his email. One message especially caught his eye. The address was likely from city offices and the subject read "YOU ARE WANTED". When he opened the message he beheld for the first time in his life a litany of photos of generally nude males engaged in many different acts of gifted sex.
The effect was instantaneous. His dick blew up to straining proportions such as he experienced when leaving the courtroom that night. Many of the pictures included the clerk who had eyed him, completely naked, and participating in all the erotic revelry. Some of the pictures showed the participants looking into the camera, as if beckoning -- "come join us". These visions were the most exciting and adventurous human interaction he had ever seen in his life. He studied each picture very carefully in all their details. There were erect cocks of all different shapes and sizes many of them associated with oozing cum shots. There was fucking, sucking, rimming, kissing, in twosomes, threesomes, and more. Most of the men were in good physical condition and they looked equally yummy, smooth or hairy. The text merely provided an address. The only greeting was "You will join us Friday night at 8:00 PM. You will let us carry you to heaven."
With the same light headed feeling that graced Wilfred in the early evening, he smiled to himself that what he had so dreaded was now the most wonderful moment in his life. He was now ready for heaven. As he beat off the final time that night, with his free hand he was more solicitous with fingers to stroke his tightening balls, his smooth rippled abs, and pinch his super hard nipples. His orgasm was almost the same intensity as the first, but many spasms from a nearly dry ejaculation.
His parents were nearly baffled by the lack of concern from their son when the registered permit papers never arrived on Friday. He was too busy reexamining the pictures from the transforming email message. His mouth would water as he inspected the detail of the kissing and sucking of cock. A whole new exciting sensation, his seat would squirm and undulate with desire for contact and fulfillment as he scrutinized the pictures of ass fucking. He wanted to try it all and knew he would have a lifetime to experiment with all the endless permutations of gifted sex. He carefully selected his clothes for the experience and included his most brief banana thong underwear. He smiled as he contemplated how he was going to keep from constantly stretching out of those briefs.
He was so eager to lose his virginity, he arrived at the rooming house 45 minutes early. Somehow it did not seem odd when Bearcub greeted him at the door wearing only a satin Kimono. "We have been waiting for you." As soon as the door closed, the scantily clad men lifted the swooning neophyte and carefully carried him by the shoulders and legs into the intimate parlor where they would kiss his open available mouth with tongue in rapid succession and commence to undo his belt buckle and unzip him to remove his jeans. Wilfred was paralyzed with lust. There was nothing he could do to prevent them from from taking advantage of his inexperience. The sense of having all his clothes removed by at least a half dozen other adoring men was indescribable. His nostrils flared to the scent of sweet lube being broken open all about him. But nothing was quite so narcotic as the scent of ready and ripe cock as he was accepting one into his mouth for the first time. The flavor of living pulsing man flesh was sensational.
Let us just say that the empty squirming feeling in Wilfred's beautifully emerging man pussy was relieved on multiple occasions that night. It would be on his next visit to the rooming house that his own length of hard meat would relish the delights of tight squirming manhole. Wilfred never again considered the mystery that hid between the legs of Maria or any other female. He was too focused and engrossed with the variety of delightful hoses and pouches that hung between the legs of males.
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