Any Port in a Storm: Chapter 30

Tony's Story

My eyes were locked on his ass.  Marama sways his booty back and forth seductively and arches his back.  “Tony...please.  I need you inside me.”

I gingerly lower myself behind him, trying to keep my injured leg as straight as possible, and run a hand down the swoop of his back.  “Patience my cutie.”  With my other hand I run my index and middle finger up his crack.  I rub the clear slick wetness between my fingers and thumb.  It wasn't water and it certainly wasn't shit or sweat of any kind.  If I didn't know better...  “Damn, you really are wet.”

“Mmmmm.”  He mewls, randy as a cat in heat.

“Does this happen a lot?”

Mara is looking at me over his shoulder with frustration, but he answers my question.  “Yes...yes, when I think about...sinning with a man.”

I sniff my fingers to discover a distinctly earthy sweetness.  Put bluntly, it smelled like pussy.  Not so dissimilar to Ashley's.  I lean closer and inspect his asshole.  It looked right, yet not.  A little pinker than normal and of course the sopping dampness gave the whole area a wet sheen and an incredibly arousing musky aroma.

“Uhhnnn.”  Mara whines.  He lowers his shoulders and reaches back with both hands to spread his ass for me and openly offering his willing body.  “Fill me!”

I felt for him, I was horny too but this was simply fascinating.  Keeping my two fingers pressed tight together I slide them along his butt again, this time a bit more firmly. 

“Ohhhhhh!”  He sighs.

Two things were immediately noticeable.  The first was a stiff little bump that was noticeable just under the skin and just below the anus at the beginning of his taint.  The other thing was that his asshole was soft...wet...welcoming.  As my finger ran across his sphincter it didn't instinctively clench up, instead the short slit opened to the slightest pressure and was slippery despite not one ounce of lube being applied.

As I would a pussy I slide my fingers up and down then put a bit of pressure on that little bump.

“Unnnnnhhhhh!”  He trembles and moans in his perfectly feminine voice.

It was his girlish voice that made me put the last piece together to realize that Marama was not a normal man.  I didn't know if was a genetic condition or a mutation or what, but Mara was not just an effete 19 year old boy.  His uniqueness ran much deeper than appearance.  His back door had aspects of a vagina and damned if that little sub-dermal bump didn't seem just like a clit.

It suddenly made sense of things.  He was simply too beautiful, too perfect, and too arousing to a guy like me.  Marama existed somewhere in the gray area between man and woman and he was all the more lovely for it.  I might be wrong but I felt that if he was back home he would have identified as some facet of transgender, but out here he didn't have the language or the knowledge to be anything but a boy.  Him saying that he'd like to be a “wife” might have been a clue.

While it was a petty, shallow thought the fact he was special did make me feel a modicum bit better about my shaken heterosexuality.  Mara wasn't just some dude, Mara was special.

I slip my middle finger into his ass.  It slides in with ease even though the warm tunnel was incredibly tight.

“Ohhhhh!”  He sighs lustfully without even a sniff of discomfort.

“Baby.”  I say softly as I slowly begin to finger him.

“Yeah?  Mmmm.”

“I love your fuckin body.”  I hiss.  “I want to make you feel so good.”

“Uhhnnn.”

I slip a second finger into him and his hole easily stretches to adapt.  I finger him faster.  “Shit you got a tight hole baby, and holy fuck are you wet.”

“I'm a cutie!”  He gasps, misusing the word but having none other in his vocabulary.  “I'm your cutie!  Fuck me Tony!  Fuck your little cutie!  OOHHHHH!”  He strained to arch his lithe back to give me the maximum possible penetration.  If it wasn't for his huge balls it would have been so easy to forget what lay between his stomach and the ground.  He hums and whimpers in desperation.  “Unnn...mmmmm...  I'm bad...I'm so bad.  I want to sin!  Ohhhh, I want it so much!”

I run my free hand up the side of his body then reach around to grab his chest.  “It's not a sin baby.”  I kiss him on the small of the back just above his cute butt.

“Tell me...ohhhh...tell me I am desirable.”

“Ohhh Mara, you are the hottest person I've ever seen!  You are sooooo desirable!”  I growl as I kiss him again.  “I love the way you look, I love the way you smell.  I want to suck your tits and fuck you so hard.”  My cock gets closer and closer to his wet and ready ass as I kiss again and again up his spine.

“Yeeeessssss!  Fuck meeeeee!”  He was nearly delirious.  His...boy pussy, for lack of a better term, was as hot and wet as I could ever remember Ash getting and he was pushing hard back against my hand.  “Fuck me, please!”  He begs.

I smile.  I couldn't leave him waiting any longer.  I'd have to wait until later to really explore his body...  

I shake my head and berate myself.  There would be no later, this was a one time weakness, a moment of madness.  I bring myself back to focus on my gorgeous and willing partner and ready myself to enter him.