As I drove home, my asshole had stopped hurting, but burned like someone was still shoving a red hot poker in and out of it. My ass cheeks were separated by what felt like a golf ball between them. I couldn't believe Jim had taken me like that.
Thank god it was the weekend, I needed the time to try to get my ass back in shape. Saturday morning, still feeling the burning sensation in my ass, and what felt like a lump back there, I had used my wife's hand mirror to take a look at my ass hole.
What I saw scared me. My ass hole was totally ripped and wrecked. It was red, and my sphincter looked like the petals on a rose, all pushed out. I could see indications of bleeding. What was I going to do? I couldn't go to my doctor and say "Hey, I just got my ass wrecked by a huge black cock, what do I do now?"
Checking some posts on the internet, I read some medical sites, and found that, in spite of the pain and burning, I was probably going to be alright. Eventually. I learned that it was a permanent thing. But that I could use my fingers to press the spread and torn muscle of my sphincter back inside.
I used lots of pink lube to keep my asshole moistened, so it didn't dry out, and rub on my underwear or clothing. When I used the lotion, I felt a twinge of burning as I applied it into my torn hole, but what I noticed most was...pleasure. It felt really nice fucking my opened ass pussy with lotion.
I went to the gym with some trepidation that night. I wanted Jim, but I was fearful of being hurt worse.
I went in the locker room, surprisingly, there was another guy in there changing too. We essentially ignored each other, he left before I did, I walked out into the workout area, Jim was, as I expected, already into his routine.
Not knowing how to deal with the mixed thoughts running through my head, I began my routine.
I worked through all of my circuit by myself, with no interruptions, or talk. As I made to leave, I noticed I was the only one there. Jim had left before me.
In the locker room, I could hear the sound of running water in the showers. I went to my locker, took off my clothes, grabbed my towel and soap, and entered the showers.
To my relief and concern, Jim was there, all lathered up, facing me, with a firm, but not hard, cock.
He looked at me nervously, then turned away.
I faced the wall, and began lathering up.
Not paying too much attention, immersed in my own thoughts, I turned off my shower, to find myself alone. Grabbing my towel, I walked to my locker, drying myself as I went.
Reaching my locker, I saw Jim was still there, almost as if he were waiting for me. He still looked nervous, but he held his head up, and looked at me as I approached.
I didn't say anything as I took my usual place on the bench.
Jim turned, his magnificent cock, just firm enough so that it wasn't hanging on his balls, but dangling out a bit from his body, about 6 inches from me.
"I..I'm sorry about the other night, I didn't mean to hurt you." He started. "I just kind of lost control...I'm sorry"
I raised my head to look at him, bringing my mouth closer to that black cock. My eyes flicked towards it, I began to speak, but before I could utter a word, I leaned forward, enveloping the head of his cock, suckling like a baby. I loved that cock. I couldn't resist it. I wanted to taste his cum.
He pulled back. "Not here."
I stood to get dressed, face to face with Jim.
