I woke in the morning, a bit confused as to where I was. It came back to me as I felt the knot between my ass cheeks. There was no pain, as such, but a burning sensation persisted. Remembering what Tommy had tried to do to me, and not being aware of whether or not he had been successful, I put my hand down under me to feel what I could.
It was clear that I had a pretty good lump between my cheeks. It was covered in something very slippery. I pulled my hand out to look and see what it was. There was a cloudy, clear jelly like substance on my fingers. I smelled it, it had that medicine smell that indicated some type of curative balm had been swabbed on, and maybe into, my asshole.
I squeezed my ass, or tried to, the knot seemed to prevent me from feeling things as I was used to, but again, no pain. Taking that as a good sign, I again felt my ass hole, gently trying to probe around and into my hole.
First, I was happy there was no pain. Second, the burning sensation I felt didn't seem to be aggravated by my gentle probing. And third, from what I could feel, my sphincter had closed, so that my ass hole was not gaping open, and while I couldn't be sure that there were no injuries, at least it felt like my sphincter suffered no serious permanent damage.
Pulling my hand back out, I noticed no blood or fecal material, again a good sign, I thought.
I looked at a clock on the night stand, it read 8:17. I assumed that was A.M., as the previous evenings goings on's extended past 8:00PM, so far as I could remember.
It was at this point, that Jim walked into the room. He looked pained, and concerned, but brightened up significantly when he saw me awake.
"My God, how are you feeling? Are you Okay? I'm so sorry about what happened." I almost thought he was going to cry.
He sat down on the bed by me, leaned down and hugged me, kissing my neck and cheek. "I'm so, so sorry, things got out of control. I couldn't stop them..."
"Okay, Okay, I think I am alright, what happened last night?"
Jim told me story, much of which I remembered, the gangbang was alright, I guess, I mean, I hadn't resisted or anything, I really only wanted to be with Jim, the others were not what I was interested in. But Tom was a whole different matter. He hurt. A lot.
Jim told me he couldn't stop the others, the only thing he was able to do was to get more lube in me, in an effort to help. Tommy at some point was able to force that thick cock into my ass, there had been blood, but apparently it stopped bleeding, and the bleeding seemed to come from the external sphincter area, as opposed to from inside my colon. After he came inside of me, Tommy and the others left. Jim had put all the salve he had available into my gaping asshole, and around my pulled and puckered sphincter.
He looked like he was going to cry again. "It was all my fault, I couldn't control them. They'll never be back here again. Please tell me you will still be friends with me. I didn't want this to happen."
We had a long talk, the general idea being that I didn't consider myself homosexual, I was married and going to stay married, I only wanted to play with Jim, no one else, and that if he wished to play with me, it was he and I ONLY, no one else. This was never to happen again, no one was ever to know about our man to man activities.
He readily agreed, but seemed a bit quiet, looking a bit uncertain. I could tell there was something...
"Ummm... remember Annette? I told you last night that we were engaged...getting married? We uh, had a long talk about us, that is, you and I. She told me that if we wanted to continue our man to man activities, we could, so long as no one knew about it, we confined it to you and I, with no other guys, for health reasons. She doesn't view you as competition, or anything, but she just asks to be considered first in our relationship."
This was interesting, shocking to a degree. So his girlfriend, soon to be wife, said we could have sex, and she was alright with it? That was curious. "Is she Bi, is that why she says this is Okay?"
"Not as far as I know, to be honest, but I think she got somewhat turned on with the thought of us fucking each other, and watching us, got her really hot." He continued. "Last night was sort of a bachelor's party, of sorts, you know, a last hurrah with guys I have had sex with. If I'd known it was going to get so far out of control, it never would have happened."
My mind was swirling with all this information. I'd not wanted to get involved in anything like a romance, just sex, two guys doing what only guys can do, to and with each other, no strings attached. I guess I needed more time to process all these revelations.
"Please, tell me things will be okay...I'd like to continue our friendship, and our...play. I really like being with you, I enjoy, love Annette, but it's different with you. Neither of us can get this from our wives. Annette views it as doing something that she herself cannot provide, and that's why she is alright with us."
I told him I would consider things. But first, I needed a few days to let myself mend, make sure I was alright, physically and medically. Jim assured me he'd do anything I asked to get myself back to 100% shape, including financial help to fix any injuries.
I told him I hoped that wouldn't be necessary. We talked for a while, had tea and coffee, until it was time for me to leave. I showered, while I was showering, Jim ran down to the pharmacy, bought more salve, and applied it to my asshole when I came out of the shower.
He was very gentle, I have to admit a certain, perhaps perverse, pleasure in having him apply the balm to my backside.
I went home, surprised that I didn't have an accident on the way. My mind was more than a little pre-occupied.
Over the next few days my ass continued to mend. The burning was gone, no bleeding or problems with defecation. On one hand, I did notice easier bowel movements, probably due to my being stretched and torn, but I still had slight discomfort if I had an exceptionally large bowel movement. All in all, no problems.
After 4 days, I went back to the gym. I missed my workouts, I didn't want to get out of shape or gain weight. I walked in to the locker room, and taking my usual locker, wondered if Jim was here. I changed, and walked out to the workout area.
I didn't see Jim right away, I was on my third machine when a shadow passed over me as I did my reps. I was on my back on the bench. Looking up, I found myself starring up Jim's pant leg on his shorts, his magnificent black cock hanging down toward me.
I have to admit, I felt a tingle in my balls as I looked up his opening at that cock I loved to suck. If I could have, I'd of picked up my head and sucked him right into my throat.
I'm such a fucking slut.
