Mike (24), anal sex addict

Mike woke up and looked over at his clock. For a moment he panicked because he thought he had overslept, but then he remembered that it was Saturday and he always slept in on Saturdays, usually after an all night porn binge. He looked around his apartment and tried to remember if there was anything he had to do today. Then there was knock at the door. Still in his pajamas, Mike walked over and looked out the peep hole and saw his next door neighbor. He opened the door.

“Hey Aaron.”

“Heya Mike, I didn’t wake you up did I?”

“No, no, I was already up. How’s it going?”

“Not well, the plumbing in my apartment is still busted and the landlord won’t let me hire my own man to have it fixed and so I have to wait for the building plumber who doesn’t come in till the end of this week.”

“That sucks man,” Mike replied.

“Yeah, it does. So anyways, I was wondering, can I use your ass?”

“Um, what?”

‘What did he just say?’ Mike thought.

“You know, you’re here and all. And I was just wondering if I could use your ass real quick.”

‘Yeah, I heard him right. He is definitely asking to use my ass. This is just like one of my fantasies. Am I dreaming?’

“Um, sure,” Mike said. “Come on in?”

“Thanks Mike, you’re a real friend.”

Mike invited his neighbor in and closed the door behind him. He thought to himself how much this reflected one of his fantasies, from the casual way “free-use” way his neighbor asked to use his body for pleasure to the focus on anal, which Mika had an affinity for. Or perhaps Aaron was just as much of a freak as Mike was and he was finally acting on it. He thought about this as he let Aaron back into his bedroom and got face down on the bed.

“Um, just go ahead and take the lead,” Mike said. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay then,” Aaron said. “Aren’t you going to pull your pants down?”

“I thought you’d want to take them off yourself.”

Hesitantly, Aaron say “alright,” and grabbed the soft fluffy fabric of Mike’s pajama bottoms and pulled them down.

Mike didn’t wear underwear when he slept, so Aaron got a full view of Mike’s ass, and when he pulled the cheeks aside he noticed something.

“Um, Mike,” he said.

“Yes darling?”

“You have a, um, in your ass, already.”

Mike reached back and felt the anal plug Aaron was referring to. He must have left it in from last night. He grabbed the end and pulled it out while Aaron watched. Then, just as foreplay for what he thought was about to be sex with his neighbor whom he had had fantasies about just like this, he put the round end of the plug, the end that had been inside him, in his mouth and left it there. Then he turned back around and wiggled his ass to signal that he was ready.

Without saying a word, Aaron unzipped the fly of his jeans and Mike felt the head of his penis against his asshole, but something wasn’t right.

‘Man, either my ass has been stretched by one too many toys, or he’s smaller than average,’ thought Mike, but then he realized what was off. ‘Wait a minute, he isn’t small, he’s flaccid! Why is he flaccid?’

Aaron’s penis wormed its way into Mike’s asshole and then stopped. Mike kept waiting for him to start thrusting. But then Aaron let out a big sigh and Mike felt something warm, but it wasn’t semen.

‘Oh my god,’ Mike thought. ‘He’s peeing! He’s peeing inside my ass!’

Mike feels the warm fluids flood his inner canals. They work their way through his intestines, filling him up. Obviously, with his lifestyle, he had had an enema before, so the sensation was not new, but he had never had it done with such warm liquid.

“I see why you do it now,” said Aaron.

“What?” said Mike, taking out the plug.

“The plug. It keeps your asshole ready so you don’t have to worry about stretching first. Very smart.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Mike replied before gagging himself with the toy once more.

After a while it seemed like Aaron had emptied his bladder and was finished, but then he did something else which Mike didn’t expect. He pulled his penis out of Mike’s asshole and Mike clenched tightly to keep it all in. The Aaron turned around and sat down on Mike, ass to ass, and then it’s was Aaron’s turn to start grunting. Mike felt the shit up against his clenched hole, and he let it inside. It was bigger than any dildo he had ever had in there before. It gave him an immediate sense of fullness. Aaron pushed out the lady few inches and then a few farts and it was over. Mike could feel his asshole quivering, trembling, to keep it all inside.

Relieved, Aaron got up.

“Thanks man,” he said. “I needed that.”

Mike wanted to say the same but couldn’t.

“Anyway, I’ll just let myself out, and you can get some rest. Man, where would the world be without PWRs, am I right? Alright have a good one.”

Mike heard the door to his apartment open and close, then he rolls over onto his back, revealing the erection that had been pressing into the bed beneath him.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” he said.

After a few minutes of recovery Mike managed to think clearly. He pinched himself and realized he was not dreaming, or he was he wasn’t to eager to wake up. Then he remember led something, something that Aaron had said just before his departure.

Mike went over to his computer and searched up “PWRs” and very quickly he was directed to a government funded website which told him all about it. And after a quick search of the PWRs in his state, he confirmed that he was in fact one of them. He then made himself some brunch and ate it while he read up on all the rules. One condition in particular caught his eye. PWRs were exempt from public indecent laws (for obvious reasons). That wasn’t to say that PWRs went around in the nude, far from it. Most PWRs were otherwise productive and well adjusted members of society. When they weren’t doing their duty they were just like everyone else. The indecency clause was simply a technicality, and nudity was still very much taboo.

Mike stripped off all of this clothes and looked in the mirror. He ran his hands over his stomach and waist. He felt the volume of the present that his neighbor had dropped off this morning.

“Public Waste Receptacle,’ he thought to himself.

Public: He has his body were public property, open to anyone and everyone. Him and his bodily functions were no longer entitled to privacy.

Waste: Feces and urine, two of the most fowl substances that people discarded as soon as possible because of how unpleasant they were, would fill him up. The things people try to get OUT of their bodies will be going IN to his.

Receptacle: He was a receptacle. An object, a tool. But not a person. People were what used him, utilized him, made him useful.

Without getting dressed, not even putting on shoes, Mike grabbed his keys walked out the door. He walked down the hall and down the stairs. On the ground floor he happened to pass Aaron, speaking to their landlord, probably to complain about the plumbing again. They both stared at Mike as he walked past them without a stitch of clothing and brandishing a half-erect cock.

“Mike?” Aaron asked. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going out.”

“Like that?”

“Yes, why not? It’s legal, ain’t it?”

“Well, I guess so…”

Mike started to walk off again, but when he got to the door, Aaron called out to him.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Wherever I’m needed,” said Mike, and then he walked out into the parking lot and got in his car and drove away towards his destination.