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Subject: {ASSM} Grant's Story Continued {RivYavtry} (mf anal nc, m anal, magic?)
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Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2006 15:10:04 -0400
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This continuation of Grant's Story is rather awkward, partly because I
merged the previous two parts and tidied things up to make a self-contained
story.  Now I've resumed, if/when I finish, I'll have to revise and repost
it.

   Riv Yavtry



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With my new self-confidence, my additional musculature and the past
performances of one of my brothers as a linebacker before he went to
college, the school urged me to try out for the football team.
Perhaps they thought that taking part in a team activity would
improve my social skills and win me some friends. However I realised
that in the heat of a game I might get carried away and use my
projection skills to gain an advantage, to cause a fumble for
example. I might get away with it once or twice, but I judged there
to be too big a risk of my talent being exposed and reigniting the
Billy Jenkins controversy.

However, new that year, an after-school martial arts club started.
From experience, physical skills that I learnt with my real body
manifested themselves in my projections, and learning how to defend
myself seemed a really worthwhile skill to acquire.

The very first evening the head instructor gathered us round and
gave us a pep talk - the skills we would learn were not all about
going out and beating people up. Rather, the most important lessons
we would learn would be about how to defuse a situation only using
self-defence as a last resort.

The head instructor then called for a volunteer. None was
forthcoming so he arbitrarily chose me. He invited me to come at him
and try to hit him. I was a bit tentative because I was worried about
the consequences of hitting him hard, but as soon as I made my move I
found myself flying through the air and landing on the matting, the
breath knocked out of me and with a shoulder that felt as though it
had been wrenched out of its socket. I was hooked.

The instructors paired us up, based initially on similar builds so
that we wouldn't be outmatched, and we started training. In
subsequent sessions, although they sometimes intervened to make sure
everyone experienced a range of different partners, to some extent we
were allowed to choose who we practised with. At first I was an
unpopular choice and the instructors had to forcibly pair me off, and
that was how I met Suzy.

Suzy was pretty, slim and athletic with black hair and brown eyes.
She was a year older than me so in the normal scheme of things I was
beneath her radar. Initially she was obviously unhappy at being
paired with me, but after letting her throw me onto the mat a couple
of times, when the time came to reciprocate I lost my balance and
fell on top of her. We couldn't help laughing, and that was a real
ice-breaker. After that we actually sought each other out when
possible. We had our share of other partners but we always tried to
pair off once per evening.

After Melissa left school and I heard the story about her pregnancy,
I wondered if I was responsible. Could I project bodily fluids? One
Saturday I was playing a game on a brother's playstation. The game
was going well, I was near my highest score, but my bladder was
feeling uncomfortably full and I didn't think I could wait until I
had finished the current level so I could save. There was an empty
jug on the other side of the room. I relaxed my bladder muscles and
tried to project my pee into it. Disaster!

After I had put my clothes to wash and had a shower, I wondered if I
should try a different approach. In the bathroom, standing in the
shower to avoid accidents, I projected my cock just above the
washbasin and relaxed my bladder muscles. I was rewarded with the
sight of a yellow stream appearing out of nothing and running into
the washbasin. I need never get caught short again, provided I was
discreet about where I released my pee. However, it raised other
questions about my talent. What if I projected my cock onto a
guillotine and tried to chop it in half - would it injure my real
cock? Would I bleed?

I started walking Suzy home after martial arts classes. She was easy
to talk to and good company. After several weeks of trying to pluck
up courage, I finally managed to ask her out on a date.

"Oh Grant, that's so sweet. I'd love to come out with you if things
were different, but I already have a boyfriend. Say, would you like
to come to a party Friday night at my place? I'm having some friends
round and I'd really like you to come. My parents have said it's ok,
they're going out for the evening, but they've said the party has to
end by midnight."

I guess a small piece of Suzy was better than no Suzy at all, so I
said that I'd come if it was ok with my parents.

My parents were not happy at the prospect of me going to an
unsupervised party with older kids, but since they were so keen for
me to make some friends they couldn't really say no. However they
imposed a strict curfew of 11pm on me.

The party started ok, with Suzy greeting me at the door wearing an
extremely tight fitting t-shirt and jeans that left little to the
imagination, but it rapidly went downhill. She introduced me to her
boyfriend Glen, who I recognised as being a couple of years older
than me and a brainiac, well on his way to a scholarship at a
prestigious university.

There were a few soft drinks available, but some of the older boys
had somehow obtained some bottles of alcohol and were mixing up a
very potent punch. Not knowing anyone enough to talk to them, I ended
up sitting alone on a sofa. To my surprise a blonde girl came over
and sat next to me. I recognised her as being one of Suzy's
contemporaries. She was very well developed for her age, with large
breasts, flared hips and a very shapely ass.

"Hi, I'm Sylvia, what's your name?"

"Hi Sylvia, I'm Grant."

"Hello Grant. Say, would you mind getting me a glass of punch?"

I got her a glass, and one for myself. Sylvia drank hers quickly,
but I slowly sipped mine. We got discussing school, and people we
knew in common. Sylvia kept knocking back glasses of punch and soon
became quite giggly. I was still sipping mine slowly but the punch
must have been quite potent because I started to feel a bit
lightheaded. She shuffled up close to me, so that our bodies were
touching and I could feel her heat through our thin layers of
clothing. She put her hand on my thigh, and I reciprocated. I leaned
towards her and aimed my lips at hers. She ducked.

"Hey, steady on cowboy, don't get carried away. I'm only doing this
for a bet."

She suddenly realised what she had said. I was filled with a
combination of  humiliation and anger. Was Melissa responsible? I
hadn't seen her at the party. I managed to keep control long enough
to get to the toilets, where I locked myself in, trying hard not to
give in to the urge to cry. I must have been in there almost half an
hour before I had composed myself enough to re-emerge. Nobody had
missed me. I had no idea where Suzy and Glen were. Sylvia was lying
face down on the sofa, her head in a cushion. She seemed to be
asleep. The sight of her magnificent ass made me think of a paragraph
in dad's sex ed manual about anal sex. I wondered what it would be
like, and my cock grew hard. Suddenly I had an idea how to exact
compensation for my humiliation.

There was a vacant armchair against the wall looking towards the
sofa. I sprawled in the armchair and pretended to be taking a nap. I
projected my hands onto Sylvia's ass, and groped her cheeks. I felt
around until I located her tight, puckered asshole. Using both hands
I pried her cheeks apart and her asshole wide open, then projected my
cock into it. Her sphincter was tight around the head of my projected
cock but I was able to force my way past and into her fiery hot
rectum. I felt Sylvia start to stir. I projected my knees onto her
shoulders, pinning her down. Her face was wedged into the cushion so
she couldn't scream. She started to struggle, and tried to push out
with her internal muscles, but that only facilitated my entry. I
don't know whether it hurt Sylvia but it was certainly hurting me
because of the lack of lubrication. Even so, I drove hard into her,
and I felt her struggles get weaker as she resigned herself to the
violation, her body wracked with sobs. Sylvia felt very full and
sticky inside, as though she hadn't been for a while. Knowing that my
real cock was not getting soiled, I could enjoy every sensation, and
I could feel my groin tightening. I continued pushing in, and as I
managed to force myself all the way in, I felt her rectum spasm with
cramp around me. That pushed me over the edge and I came, firing
spurts of semen deep into her rectum. I slowly pulled out, but while
I was still halfway in I suddenly became aware of how full my bladder
was. I relaxed my bladder muscles and allowed my pee to shoot through
my projected cock and into Sylvia's rectum. She was so tight that it
was quite difficult, but I could feel the hot liquid round the head
of my cock.

Because of the tightness of Sylvia's sphincter, I wasn't able to
empty myself completely. I clamped off my bladder muscles, and
simultaneously ended all my projections. With an ear-splitting
wailing howl Sylvia leaped off the sofa and raced for the toilet, a
large wet patch visible on the back of her jeans.

I pretended to be woken up by the noise.

"What's up with her?" I asked a couple standing next to the armchair.

"No idea, perhaps she can't hold her drink," one of them replied.

I looked at my watch.

"Oh God," I exclaimed, "I'm supposed to be home by eleven and it's
ten to. I'd better say goodbye to Suzy. Do you know where she is?

"I think she's with Glen. I wouldn't disturb them if I were you."

I felt a pang of jealousy as I left the party and raced home.

Next afternoon there was a knock at the door. The police wanted to
interview me in connection with an incident at the party. My dad took
us into the study. The police insisted my dad stayed while they asked
me some questions. They asked me what had happened between me and
Sylvia. I decided to be open and honest without disclosing my talent,
even though there were things I would rather stayed secret. I said
that Sylvia drank a lot of punch and got very giggly. When she
admitted she was only keeping me company for a bet, I went and hid in
the toilet for half an hour. When I came out, Sylvia was asleep on
the sofa. I had grabbed an empty armchair and I must have fallen
asleep myself, because the next thing I remembered was Sylvia howling.

The police said that Sylvia had complained of being forcibly
sodomized and she had accused me of being the culprit, but witnesses
had confirmed that we were both in full view all the time and nothing
untoward had happened, although Sylvia had been writhing on the sofa
as though having a bad dream. A police surgeon had examined Sylvia
and found injuries suggestive of anal rape, but by two perpetrators.
They had been unable to recover any DNA evidence from the
perpetrators, and were inclined to believe the injuries might have
been self-inflicted. Then they thanked us for our time and left.  

It wasn't entirely consequence-free for me. My father was upset that
I'd been drinking alcohol and I was grounded with no allowance for a
fortnight. I also realised that drinking alcohol made me liable to
take risks, with the consequent danger of revealing my talent.

Being grounded wasn't that big a deal because I didn't have a lot of
outside interests, but losing the allowance was a pain. I got to
thinking about Sylvia and anal sex. It only got a paragraph in dad's
sex ed manual, and there weren't any warnings about it being painful
or dangerous, just that it was illegal in some states. I realised
that using my talent, I might be able to try it on myself.

An opportunity arose the next Saturday. My parents went out to do
the weekly shopping, and the few siblings still living at home all
disappeared with various friends for the day. The excitement at what
I was about to do transmitted itself through to my cock, which was
rock hard. I went into the bathroom and stripped naked in front of
the full-length mirror. By contorting my body, I found I could just
see my asshole. It was small, puckered and pink with a few brown
smears. That reminded me how icky this was going to be. I sat on the
toilet and strained as hard as I could so that I was as empty as
possible. Then I showered, making sure I washed thoroughly round my
asshole. A check in the mirror showed it was pink and clean.

I remembered that penetrating Sylvia's asshole had been painful
because of the lack of lubrication. I searched around for something I
could use and settled on a jar of my mother's face cream. Experiments
with trying to coat my projected cock with face cream were
unsuccessful - for it to work I would have had to project my cock
into position behind me before applying the cream, so I settled for
liberally coating my sphincter.

I was ready to begin. I projected my cock behind me and prodded
around for my asshole, but it was a bit like my unseeing gropes in
the room next door. I realised it would be easier to project my hands
as well, and use them to guide my cock into position. Using my
projected hands, I felt my way around my buttocks, then homed in on
my sphincter with my projected cock, using my hands to hold my
buttocks apart and guide my cock. Success - I could feel my cock
pushing at my sphincter. Unable to gain entry, I used my fingers to
prise my sphincter wide open, but it was still too narrow to admit my
cock. Then I remembered how much easier it had been to penetrate
Sylvia when she was pushing out, and I pushed out as hard as I could
with my internal muscles, hoping that I wouldn't expel anything onto
the floor. This time I was successful, and I felt the head of my cock
slip past my sphincter.

I stopped for a while to savour the sensations. My sphincter felt a
bit stretched, but not painfully. I felt a bit full inside, even
though I had just emptied myself. The best sensation was the fiery
heat of my rectum on my cock head. When I tried to push further in. I
found that my muscles wouldn't let me push in with my cock and push
out with my rectum at the same time, so I had to advance with little
nudges. I became aware of a strange sensation from my groin, a bit
like I was about to pee, even though I could feel my bladder was
empty. I didn't know at that time that the little nudges were
massaging my prostate. When my projected cock was just over halfway
in, my rectum started to feel uncomfortably full and I understood why
Sylvia had cramped when my full length was inside her. Suddenly, with
no real warning, my cock spurted inside me. I felt cheated. I wanted
to get all the way in, like I had with Sylvia, and piston to-and-fro,
like I had with Melissa, but both my real and projected cocks had
gone soft.

I ended the projections of my hands and cock and took stock. My cock
felt fine, but my sphincter felt a bit sore with all the stretching.
The only mess was some cream around my asshole, and that was easy to
clean up. The experience was something I'd be happy to try again
despite the disappointing climax, although I'd have to find an
alternative to my mother's face cream.

Suddenly I felt a build-up of pressure inside me and I dashed to the
toilet, but when I released it there was only a loud rasping noise as
air escaped from my rectum. I had several more of those of
diminishing size in the next hour or so. Otherwise the whole episode
was consequence-free.
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