"Yow." said the body and the body squirmed a bit. Charlie was so startled he pulled out but the body went limp again. Charlie waited to see if the body would do anything but it just lay there with the same inviting expression on his face. So Charlie plunged in again.
"Ack, shit, that hurts." Charlie pulled out again and again, the body went limp. Charlie plunged in again.
"Argh." The body's head rolled over and bit the pillow."
"Do you want me to pull out?"
The body said, "No. I can finally move but it seems I can only move with you inside me."
So Charlie kept his cock in the bodies butt. "Who are you?"
"My name is Jack. Me and my buddies were traveling through Europe. We had started on a tour but we got tired of the crowds, the tour guide and all that touristy cheesiness so we broke away from the tour while in Greece and headed north through the smaller countries. After a few days, we found a town that was having a competition for the most athletic and they allowed me to enter. The competition was fierce but I managed to win."
Charlie's cock had steadily shrank becoming limp and it slipped out of Jack's ass. Jack went limp again.
"I'm sorry Jack but in order to stay inside you, I have to fuck you for real. I'll try to keep myself on edge so you can finish your story."
Charlie stroked himself up and then began fucking.
Jack said, "That's okay. Thank you. After winning the competition and going through the usual winner's stuff, I was given a drink. Then the villagers ganged up on me and stripped me of my clothes. They put me up on a plinth and made me pose like a statue while they took pictures. You can pose me sometimes too. I don't have to go limp. I can be stood in a corner in a particular pose and I will hold that pose all day until you change me."
"You want me to pose you."
"I want to be free but since it doesn't look like that will ever happen. I'd rather be posed and fucked and played with then left inside a trunk for hours."
"How'd you wind up in the trunk?"
"Well after the villagers had their fun with me and boy did they have fun with me, and funnily, they kept acting like they were honoring me. The other competitors acted jealous like they had been training so hard to become the villagers sex toy and I, a foreigner, had swept in and stolen the prize from them. Then they took me to what looked like a museum where they stored all the winners of the previous years. All of us were male and we all got passed around in one giant celebratory orgy. When it was over, they stood me up with the other winners and left me for the night.
Jack continued, "I found I could communicate a little with my fellow winners. It wasn't full communication but kind of a telepathy that made me feel connected, like I belonged with them. They comforted me and I started to feel proud to be the villagers trophy. I'm kind of my own trophy. To honor my accomplishment as the most athletic of the year, I am on display, fondled and fucked. It's actually quite an honor but my friends didn't see it that way. They snuck in and stole me. They shoved me in a trunk and that's how you found me."