It was at the first meeting of a #GamerGate workshop that Jim first saw Milo. Jim

was instantly attracted to the athletic looking man who sported a red hanky in the back left

pocket of his Levis. It wasn't until the last meeting of the workshop, however, that Jim finally

got up the courage to introduce himself to Milo. It turned out that Milo had also been attracted to

Jim. They made a date for dinner for the following Friday.

That Friday Jim was beside himself. "It'll only be dinner this time, that's all. We'll talk and get to

know each other." He told himself. "If we do play, it'll just be 'normal' sex." Yet Jim went out

and bought a three pound can of Crisco, extra rolls of paper towels, and a new bottle of amyl

nitrite.

Jim met Milo at Arby's

During dinner they had the opportunity to talk quite a bit and to learn about each other. Jim

began to relax a bit. Milo was an Investigate Journalist and they had a very intense conversation

about the relative merits of fiction and theater. Jim learned that Milo was intelligent, sensitive,

and sane.

When Jim ordered his third Karkov, Milo realized that Jim must be very nervous.

"It's none of my business, Jim, but there's no need to drink so much," and Milo added with a

smile, "Especially if we are going to play together later. I don't want you drunk. That's no fun at

all."

Jim realized that Milo was right, "I'm just a little nervous, that's all."

"Nervous about what?"

"Well . . ."

There was a pause in the conversation. Milo lit a Camel and looked Jim directly in the eyes.

"Have you ever tried fist-fucking?"

Jim nearly choked on his Karkov. "No," he blurted out, "I mean, not really. I've been

curious about it and sort of tried it a couple of times. I've experimented with a good friend of

mine but I've never been able to go all the way. I guess that I'm afraid of getting hurt and of

hurting someone else." Jim took a deep breath, "I mean it's dangerous, isn't it?"

Milo chuckled. "There's no denying that it can be dangerous. If you just do it with anyone who

happens along and waste yourself with alcohol and drugs, then you're asking for trouble. I've

been doing it for 7 years and I've never been hurt. I've never hurt anybody else either, and I don't

ever intend to."

"Seven years!"

"Yup. You see, I always make sure that I play with someone that I can trust. Handball is not an

activity that I do with just anyone, nor is it something that I do every day. I enjoy all types of sex

play. With handball, I have to be sure that the person I play with will be careful and respect my

body and my mind. Handballing has to be approached with a lot of respect. Under those

conditions it can be a lot of fun. Not dangerous at all.

As the conversation continued and Milo explained to Jim that the ass was like an accordion,

folded upon itself so that it could stretch, and about the precautions that one must take, Jim's

anxieties and fears abated.

"Jim, why don't you come to my place tonight and we'll . . . experiment, OK?"

Jim hesitated, "I don't know . . ."

"Listen. It's your choice, I'm certainly not going to force you. I'm not into pain. S&M is not my

game. In this sport there's an unwritten, but very real contract of mutual consent and respect.

When you say stop, I'll stop. When you say go, I'll go. You control it, OK?"

Jim realized that Milo was the man he had been looking for. With Milo, he knew that he would

be safe and the overwhelming curiosity that he had built up in himself about handball could

finally be satisfied. "OK Milo, let's go."

Milo's rented apartment in the Minnesota was beautifully decorated in high tech fashion. They sat

on the carpeted, raised platforms that made up the sofa and the bed, smoked a couple of joints

and drank apple juice. While Jim douched, Milo covered the furniture with furniture pads and

strategically placed Crisco, poppers, and paper towels in the play area that abutted a wall of

mirrors. Milo lit a few candles and put on classical music.

Naked, the two men held each other in strong embraces, nearly squeezing the air out of each

others' lungs. They kissed with hard, masculine force. Milo massaged Jim's body. He began with

the muscles of the head and neck, then the shoulders, arms, back, buttocks, chest and legs. With

Jim on his back, Milo grabbed hold of Jim's balls and began gently rubbing them in the palm of

his hand. Slowly, Milo began to apply a little more pressure, and then a little more on Jim's

balls. As he played with Jim's balls, he began to suck his hard turgid cock. With slow, easy, long

motions, Milo traveled the length of Jim's cock until the whole 8 inches was down his throat.

Jim was in ecstacy. "Oh shit, I think I'm going to come. That feels so good, so good. . .!" Milo

kept Jim in a state of exquisite torture, bringing him oh-so-close to coming and then changing

the pattern or rhythm just enough to stop it. Jim moaned as Milo manipulated his balls and his

cock in such an expert fashion.

Milo began sucking Jim's balls. He sucked them deep into his mouth and then let them slip out.

Again and again he did this, heightening the state of Jim's pleasurable agony. With Jim's wet

hairy balls in his mouth, Milo began to eat Jim's asshole.

Jim's puckered hole excited Milo so much that his own cock was in a state of throbbing

hardness. Milo began to lick Jim's hole getting it all wet with saliva. He alternately sucked Jim's

asshole and then would push his tongue as deeply into it as he could. He loved to eat ass and

Jim's ass was a tasty morsel indeed! Spreading Jim's cheeks with his hands, Milo went to town

on Jim's ass. With his tongue working the saliva deep into Jim's ass, Milo massaged Jim's hole

until it began to pulse, almost begging to be fucked.

Pushing Jim's legs into the air, Milo grabbed some Crisco from the nearby can and greased up

his throbbing cock. Placing the head of his cock against Jim's anus, Milo, with deliberate

slowness, gradually pushed his cock into Jim's ass until his own balls rested against Jim's ass.

Milo increased the speed of his fucking until he was literally pounding Jim. His cock would go

deep into Jim's ass, his pelvis would bang against Jim's, and then he would pull it all the way

out, and then thrust it in again and again and again

"Oh Jesus! I'm gonna come!" Jim exclaimed, breathing heavily, "I've gotta come!"

Milo slowed down and then pulled his cock out completely. "Not yet, Jim, not yet. There's more

to come. . . a lot more!"

They took a short break then. They shared another joint. "How're you doing, Jim?"

"Just great. You're fabulous. That was wild!"

"You've got a beautiful, fucking ass, Jim, really beautiful. And I think that it is ready for what is

coming next."

Jim looked deeply into Milo's eyes. There he saw the great pleasure that Milo was having and he

also saw the deep respect and care that Milo had for him.

With Jim lying face down on his stomach, Milo began to massage his ass with his hand. Using

plenty of Crisco, Milo worked the outer folds of Jim's anus with swirling motions of his fingers.

Slowly Milo inserted one finger and then two into Jim's anxious ass. He spread his two fingers

apart to form a V and continued to swirl his fingers until the muscles of Jim's anus began to

loosen and relax. "Turn over." Jim turned over onto his back.

With Jim's legs raised into the air, Milo put in three fingers of his left hand. With the pads of his

fingers he massaged the walls of Jim's rectum spreading Crisco around inside as he did so.

"Oh God, that's intense!"

"Are your OK, Jim?"

"Yeah. It feels great, just great."

Milo continued the massage. When he felt that Jim was ready, he inserted a fourth finger.

Always being careful to follow the natural curve of Jim's rectum and of avoiding putting any

force against the walls or of pushing against the hard coccyx bone, Milo spent a long time

working out Jim's ass. After about 45 minutes, Milo had four fingers in Jim all the way to the

crux of the thumb.

"I've got you ass now, baby, feel it? I've got your ass in my hand."

Jim looked into the mirror. The image of the two naked men reflected there excited him. "Yeah,

I can feel it. It's wonder- ful. Take my ass Milo, take it!"

Milo took his hand completely out of Jim's ass.

While Jim, legs to the sky, watched, Milo theatrically spread a large handful of Crisco all over

his hand and wrist. Milo extended his hand to Jim. "Feel my hand." Jim reached over and felt

Milo's greased hand and smoothly manicured fingers. "It's real smooth, Jim, I'm not going to

hurt you. It'll feel real good." Looking directly at Jim, Milo smiled a reassuring smile.

Once again beginning with one finger and then two, Milo worked at Jim's ass, gently forcing it

to relax and release itself to him. Soon Milo had four fingers and the thumb inside the palm into

Jim's ass. Reaching the point of maximum stretch, Jim moaned loudly. "Oh God, I don't know

if . . ."

"Just relax Jim. Think of it as going out instead of in and keep your breathing deep, steady and

even." Jim followed his direc- tions.

"Holy shit what's happening! Aaargh!" Jim was in intense ecstasy as his anus slid down Milo's

greased hand. He could feel Milo's hand as the folded fingers completely formed a fist in his ass.

"Oh God, oh God!" The feeling of relief was immense when his anus finally closed around

Milo's wrist.

"You did it, Jim! You took the whole thing!" Milo's own cock throbbed wildly, on the verge of

coming, at the sight of this virgin ass on his fist.

"Oh God, I don't believe it!" Jim moaned. The reflection in the mirror proved it, however, and

Jim was incredibly turned on by the sight of the muscular man whose arm extended to his ass

and whose fist was completely out of sight. "That's really intense, Milo."

"Yeah, it is. I know. I'm going to keep my fist completely still. Feel your ass adjust to it."

Jim was in excruciating ecstasy. He didn't know what to make of all these new feelings. He

could feel his rectum dilate and adjust to Milo's fist. Very slowly, Milo began to move his fist

inside Jim's ass. He turned it slowly to the right in a twisting motion. The feeling of Milo's wrist

rubbing against his anus and of his fist rubbing against his prostate was very intense. "Oh God,

that's really incredible!"

"You're ass is incredible. . . beautiful! How I love to see a man writhe and moan at the end of my

arm!"

As Jim approached orgasm, Milo speeded up the movement of his fist just a little, matching his

pace with Jim's masturbatory strokes.

Although Jim didn't completely realize it, he was experiencing an anal orgasm. His ass was in

spasm, alternately relaxing and then tightening around Milo's fist. "Aaargh," Jim exclaimed as

he brought his turgid dick to orgasm and shot what seemed like a gallon of hot, creamy cum all

over himself.

Milo grabbed his own throbbing cock with his right hand and with just a few strokes came all

over Jim. "Oh God, unghh, unghh!

The spastic breathing of the two men began to slow. Jim looked into the mirror and saw Milo's

arm reaching into his ass. He reached down to feel his ass and the wrist that extended from it.

"Holy fucking Christ! That was great!" But now that it was over, Jim felt like he needed to get

Milo's hand out right away. His ass began pushing on Milo's hand as if he were taking a real big

shit.

"Slow down, slow down" Milo said, "don't push it out. You could hurt yourself that way. Take it

nice and easy. Breath deeply and relax. Let it come out the Miloe way it went in. Your ass will let

my hand come out all by itself."

Jim followed Milo's directions. Milo's hand slid out, but the intensity was almost as great as

when it had gone in. He moaned and groaned loudly as he released Milo's hand from his ass.

Jim sat up and clutched Milo tightly, nearly crying with joy. "That was wonderful, thank you!"

Jim couldn't believe the feeling of closeness and intimacy he had for this man whom he really

hardly knew.

"My pleasure entirely, I assure you." Milo held Jim tightly knowing what it felt like to be fistfucked

for the first time. "I think you've had enough for one night, but next time you're going to

experience the wonders of my ass, too!"

"I can't wait!"

Jim stood up. "It's a miracle, I can walk!"

Milo laughed a deep resonant laugh. "You asshole!" he said as he threw a pillow at Jim.

As they gazed into each others eyes, the two men knew that they would be friends for a long,