Your ultimate fantasy thread. Post the thought that gets you off without porn every single time. Straight or gay, I want to read what all your ideal fantasies are like.

None of you have any idea how much this fantasy arouses me. It has been on my mind for about 6 months now and I jack off to it all the time.

TL;DR: At the age of 18, and 13ish years mentally younger than what I should be at my age, an Indian man, looks after me while my parents are away, where he ends up taking his pants off and playing with his hole. He leaves the house with me where we catch a flight back to India and over the decades I grow up to fully depend on him for nutrition and care, using his hole rather than the hand I would have otherwise become fully accustomed to using, a dependence that destroys sexual intimacy with another human as you cannot get off to any other method, not even the newness of a real human orifice.

The thought begins with me being 18 years old, autistic so mentally behind my own age by 13ish years with a babysitter named Amrit who is about 30 years old, slim but toned, very good looking, and who understands that habits and addictions form at a young age, and as we get older we depend on them as if they are drugs. As in the case of using your hand for masturbation, it's a habit that becomes a dependence that completely destroys sexual intimacy with another human as you cannot get off to any other method, not even the newness of a real human orifice.

My parents are gone and we're playing lego and cars and I ram a toy car into his sitting rear as a joke. His face goes from somewhat smiling to a cold, thinking intensity. I do it again not being aware of his mood change and he very soon after lays on his stomach. [From my 27 year old perspective thinking about it, it's clear he enjoys it enough to not being able to resist someone playing with his ass; a sexy quality.] Continuing what my slightly curious but feeble mind thinks is clever, I ride the car over the mound of his rear and up his back laughing, and his expression changes from cold intensity to a slightly thinking, emotionless countenance. He then says "I have an idea", and takes off his pants and underwear and rolls it up to use it as a "mountain" atop his back for the car to drive over. As expected I do the same thing, with him noting my increasing excitement. He stays like that for awhile and then says "wouldn't it be cool if we had a small cave to drive these cars through?" and I say "YEAH THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!", unaware of what he might have in mind. Without hesitation he flips over onto his back throwing his legs back as far as they can go towards his head and openly displays his hole to me, staring at me for quite some time. His hole is of the kind that has line from all directions streaming inwards towards the slit itself [, a quality of that I look for as it is incredibly beautiful]. He brings his legs behind his head and arms forward as if he was autofellating so that he has access to the lego and cars. Driving a car around and moving it closer to and around his hole, he says, "We can use my asshole as our cave." After putting cars into his hole laughing, sharing mutual excitement, he says that he's catching a flight back to India in a few days in case I am interested in continuing this sort of fun with cars and whatnot longterm. I'm so excited at this point, unbeknownst to the reason why as this curiosity is new, that I agree and he leads me out the door where we catch our flight within days of absence from the house.

In India, I'm lead to a condo suite: a small space enough to house 2 people. Amrit understands that the curious juvenile mind of an autist behind his age works its way into a mature sex drive, so there is no reason to force sexual intercourse at this time as it is something they do not understand. He purchases toy cars, tracks, legos, and experiments with other things like painting and acrylics which I am to use to paint on his ass and hole. This "playtime" becomes a routine experience, and the constant exposure of his hole to me over the years starts a line of curiosities that eventually lead me to inserting things into it myself. At around the same time, I start noticing my penis and playing with it. Amrit warns me "do not EVER move your hand in this motion up and down your penis, do you understand?". Amrit is a software engineer working from home, having days at the office once a month. While he programs he teaches me the basics of Punjabi, proper English, and how to program to prepare me for the real world in case I decide to venture, he watches me develop from a boy to a mental midteen without any sense of social practice or value, while still routinely living naked and showing his hole off like it's his trophy. Meanwhile, I live in his space entirely dependent on him to supply me food like a pet does of its owner. On one day, he catches me masturbating while returning home from shopping. He grabs a long wooden slab and beats me with it vigorously, throwing punches at me as though I had killed a family member of his. "I had told you to never do that. You didn't listen.". This masturbation was the sign Amrit needed to make the next move. After programming for a few hours, it can be observed that Amrit is intensely thinking about something else other than his programming. Since it has been made clear that I am essentially unable to touch my own penis, the thoughts of an increasing sex drive give me uncontrollable erections which I walk around the condo with and which Amrit notices [and that is exactly the sort of thing that happened when I was 16. My dick would be rock hard waiting for my booty call to arrive and sitting in his car. It was the purest sexual arousal you can imagine, which happens at a young age when everything is new.]. I get aroused walking around with a boner and having him stare at it, so much in fact that I would invite him to stare at it as I pace in front of him and let the thought stir. Doing so would let the precum drip and allow me to show him my masculine drive directly in front of him. He would often say "You have a beautiful penis." In passing down the walkway or in the kitchen, he may notice dripping precum at which point he will stop me, kneel down and suck on it for a second to get the clear nectar he wants. The erection I have now makes Amrit reach the boiling point and he stares at my erection one last time and grabs me by the arm and leads me to his bedroom. He immediately flips around onto his back, throws his legs back, puts hands behind head and says "Shut up and fuck me. This time with your dick, not a car or finger". The sex was raw and pure, untainted by social acting/role play/influence and the longterm and short-term effects of pornography which I've been unable to view. Pure silence fills the air as Amrit savours every second of the moment he has been waiting for since he first met me, except for the uncontrollable vocalization or utterance that I release as a result of being hyper-aroused and fucking like a madman. He also savours the idea of being the first hole to ever wrap around my penis which is like a midteen first using their hands as a sex tool. This continues everyday as he takes advantage of my first sexual arousals and replaces what would have been my hand under socially normal conditions with his hole, a habit to be formed on which I later become dependent.

Fast forward 20 years. He is still looking after me, and wishes to continue to do so to perpetuate the rhythm we have going. Every single day we revel in the most intense, pure, raw sex imaginable as I now find myself endlessly attracted to him. The dependence on each other to be satisfied sexually is mutual, and we have reached the continuous apex of sexual pleasure. I admire the aesthetics of his face, body, legs, and asshole, and still play with it as if I was 18 again. And when he sees my dick diamond hard in passing, he looks at it and lets the thought stir until he can no longer contain the impulse and forces me into his room, where if I say "one moment", he says "not one moment" and literally punches me down to the floor and drags my body across the floor to his room. I don't enjoy the beating; a true bottom just wants to get fucked. Our communication at this point is mostly through tacit implication but occasionally we exchange a sentence or two.. say every 3 hours.

At this point I just think about random stuff between us. He might tell me to come into the bathroom with him one day and he'll get on the floor with legs back again tell me to shave his ass for him. I do so rock hard with dripping precum and accidentally stroke it briefly without being aware. He strikes me across the face. I move closer to penetrate and he says "No, after". So I'm tortured staring at his hole not able to do anything but shave and wait until we're done.
One thought that really aroused me, in fact I came within a minute after thinking of it, is me fucking him, were staring at each other in the eyes, I'm brushing his hair, and I say "I forgive you. You just want to get fucked.". A long pause stirs before he responds "You're right."

Another one is as simple as "You're fucking me for life."

And another is "Tell me one thing you're happy about." ... another pause ... "I've raised you to be one hell of a damn good fucker."