Ready

I’m at his door. I have knocked. I know he is coming to open the door. How I have wanted this to happen. I can hardly wait. I am here. In leather harness and leather jock. Studded collar. Leather boots. In a leather. Ready. Ready. Ready to… submit to this man, to earn the right to get his fist. His cock, His toxic cum.

I have wanted to make this trip for a long time. To go to New Britain from West Hartford. Not so many miles. I have wanted this man.

I am here now. The reasons why I have not made this trip before aren’t important. My being married. My limited time. Covid that wrecked the blocks of time when I gave my hole to be fucked, and bred by Shawne as often as three times a week. When he would come to me. Cum in me. Come down the stairs and find me waiting. On my knees. Waiting for his cock. And more. Often ending with me standing and him thrusting up and hard into my cunt. Then on his mouth. Then kissing. Pigs. We were pigs. He wrecked my hole. Sometimes after a hard solo session with my 4-inch diameter dildo I can hardly keep from shitting my pants. But it is worth it.

The door opens.

“Come in Bob.”

He is shorter than I am. Lean. In similar leather except with his cock bared, and hard, and beautiful.

“Come in, Come in.”

I did. He closed the door. He took my hand. Into the living room with a big screen showing men, nude men, an orgy of men, beautiful. The watchword for the day.

“A drink.”

I said, “Yes, please, thank you.”

“Nervous?”

“Yes. I am.”

“That is OK. The drink will help. Make yourself comfortable. Back in a sec. I have a special punch before we, I hope punch… It will help get in the mood.”

“Thank you.”

I sat there waiting. The action on the screen was so hot, so what I wanted after all this time. The screen was huge. The fisting was hot. The prolapse I was seeing was what I wanted.”

He came in the room. “Like that?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“Want that?”

“Oh. YES!”

He gave me my drink. We clinked glasses. Two men in leather. Porn on. We drank. We talked. The effect of the drink was electric.

“Let’s.” I said.

“Yes.”

He took my hand. He led me to a back room. Set up for man sex. Bed. Sling.

Bench. Cross. A set-up for watersports. Shelves with toys and lubes.

“Bob, first…” He got in the sling. His legs wide apart. “Now, eat my hole, pig. Eat it.”

On my knees. My hands on his body. My mouth on his pussy. My tongue busy. This was so good. I could not get enough. I took the bottle of poppers out my leather jock. Two hits. Yes. The drink. The poppers. I was a beast in heat for this hole.

He was moaning, responding. “Yes, YES, eat me. Your tongue. Fuck. Beautiful. God. God. God. Don’t stop.”

I wanted to go deeper. Get my tongue in as far as it could. I spread his ass open. As I did that I could feel him pushing, pushing out. His rosebud began to bloom. Fuck, incredible. My mouth was on it. I wanted it. So much.

“Fuck, Bob. Fuck.”

All the while, my hands were busy. His cock was erect. How could I not touch it, stroke it. My hands wandered up and down his chest, along his legs. I tweaked his nipples. Ran my hands along his sides.

He pushed again. His bud expanded, out, and inch, two, incredible. I puller back. My hands caressed this wonder of nature. I found some lube. Lubed up my hands, stroked, began to probe. I, I… His bud retreated. My fingers followed it in, First just one, then two.

“More, Bob. More.”

“Yes.”

And then three, four, now coned. Probing. More lube.

“Tuck your thumb in. Make a cone. Put it in me. Please. Fuck.”

I did. Increased my pressure. Felt this man’s hole relax. Then he pushed. Fuck I was in. In his cunt. Surrounded by the warmth of his body.

“Fuck, Bob. You are in. Like it?”

“Yes. Fuck. I am in you. My hand in you.”

“Make a fist. Now… start moving in and out. Start fucking me.”

I did. Amazing. Watching his hole expand out as my hand moved pack. Feeling him seem then to suck my hand in.

“Bob. More lube. While you lube, let me bloom out. Caress it, Fuck it back in. Then fist in. Shit baby… shit…”

I did what I was asked, what I wanted to do, to be doing with this hot man.

“Want to fuck a load in me, Bob?”

“I do. But can we wait? Will you fuck and fist me? Though this is so incredible. I am so hungry to keep doing this. And to be fucked and fisted. So hot.”

“Fuck, man, breed me. Please. We’ll take a break. Another drink. Then get you in the sling. Fuck baby, I love what you are doing.”

I fucked his rosebud in. His cunt was so wet, hot, so much home. Finally, he thrust back just as my cock exploded in him. Ropes of cum. I pulled out. His hole was white with cum.

I went on my knees. He pushed out. I felched my cum out of his pussy. Damn. This was so good, so real. He pulled himself up by the chains. We kissed. We held each other. My cock found his gaping hole. We fused. Laughed. Kissed.

“Break time Bob, break time, then, time to wreck your hole.”

“Yes. Yes. YES.”

“Yes”.

Anther round of drinks. Anther wave of lust swept over me. It must have swept over him. We were on the couch. The porn was playing. Fuck, we were making out like teenagers in heat. We were in heat. We did not want to come up for air. Our hands were busy. His cock was steel rod. I broke the kiss to take his cock in my mouth. To ride it. To see how deep it could go. I felt a popper bottle on my nose. I huffed. Huffed. That made more of his cock go in. I fought the gagging.

“Breath through your nose.”

I did. I was to the root. Fuck. Breathe through my nose. My mouth was running saliva. Finally I felt him pulse. His load. I took all I could. I had to break off.

“Fuck that was good.” It seemed like we both spoke at once. Then his mouth was back on mine. Tonguing. Hunting for his juices.

Time seemed to slow down as we grappled.

Animals.

“Now Bob. Another drink for you. Back into the playroom. And I know you like to use a popper gas mask.”

Fuck. Yes. Please.”

Again, he led me by the hand to the back. I liked this being led. I like going back to this room. I do not want to leave. I liked how this man made me feel. What had already done to me, with me, and what I had done to him. As we entered the room, I heard myself say, “I think I am falling in love.” He said, “Maybe you are. You want to.”

“I do,” I said. Just as I would do were we getting married, and I was dedicating my life to him. No more DL. “I do.” I did.

“In the sling, Bob.”

I did.

He secured my wrist and ankles. My legs we spread apart. My ass was situated so it would be so ready. It was. I was.

“Please.”

“Yes, Bob?”

“Please love me.”

“I will. I do.”

He said “I do.” Our kind of marriage was made in our heaven in New Britain, not far from Roly Poly. Two men. Him. Me.

His hands were on my body. He came to the head of the sling, fed me his cock. Taking care of that need, that desire.

He was there to prep the mask. He set it aside.

He went down to the foot of the sling. He lubed his hands. His cock. He leaned forward. His cock was in me his hands on my chest. The sling was rocking. I reached up to touch his chest. He brought down his head. We kissed. He pulled back. Pulled out. Then. Then began to work my hole with his fingers. The only connection now – his fingers.

I felt him circle my hole, rubbing, caressing my pussy lips.

“Fucking nice man labia, Bob. You have worked with them, I can see. Damn, I want to work with them.” He leaned down to tongue them, kiss them. He pulled on them. Lightly spanked them. Increased the spanking until I could feel just a wonderful “pain” radiate through me.

“Do that. More. Spank my hole. Spank it.”

He spanked, then added lube in me. Spanked, lubed. He stopped to make sure the mask was ready, rightly charged with poppers. Then, because may arms were held at the wrists, put it on.

“Breathe baby, breathe.”

I did.

“Deep.”

I did.

The powers of the poppers began to take over. Yes.

I felt a clenched fist on my lips. Clenched. Yes. The punching began. He was going to punch fuck me open.

Slowly, at first gently. I could feel my hole want to and then begin to respond, begin to welcome what was happening, wanting what was happened. My steady beathing of popper-infused air continued. I wanted this. My heart rate went up. I began to use the chains to respond to him, pushing back when he pushed in.

It was not long before I felt what had to be his full set of knuckles on the verge. I felt him began to twist, to corkscrew his hand. He pushed. I pushed back. He pushed. I pushed back harder. I could fell him now really punching. Hand out. Hand punching in. Hand out. Hand punching in. The knuckles. The corkscrew.

“Close, Bob. Close.”

More lube. The poppers. More punches.

Then, yes, yes, then in.

I shouted, “Fuck, baby, fuck.”

“In baby, in you.”

A clenched fist in me. Stretching so much. So wonderful. Makina a new cunt. Wrecking my hole. So intimate. And having had my hand, my fist in this man not long ago, I knew what he was feeling. The heat. The wet. The heartbeats. Racing with the lust, excitement, poppers.

In, now all the way out, now punched back in.

“You O.K. baby? I do not want to stop.”

“More than O.K. Do not, please do not stop, please take me, wreck me, make me.”

“I will.”

There was no lock in the room. No way to know how much time had passed. I did not care about time. I cared about the feeling in hole, the fullness, the share open feeling when his hand was withdrawn, the fast, the slow, the holding of the widest part of his clenched fist going in and going out of my cunt, his mouth on my hole as he stopped to eat my evermore wet and loose hole. The pauses. The anticipation. This was more, much more than I had every experienced.

“Fuck, Bob. You are so beautiful. I am feeling your hole lose all resistance.”

The mask had been off for a while. He now recharged it. Got it ready.

“Before I put it back on, ever an T in your hole?”

“No.”

“I want you to have it.”

“I want it.”

“Why?”

“Because you want me to have it, baby.”

“Good. I want it.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“T please in my pussy.”

“Yes.”

“I love you.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I do.”. I do. I do.”

He shook some white into the palm of left hand.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

My cunt was so loose he could punch it in. I felt him open his hand and swirl it around to coat the walls of my distended rectum. He then clenched up and working his fist in and around, twisting, punching. As he did that I felt my whole body shake, shiver – transported to a new realm of desire and abandon.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!”

My fist is your God, my friend. Your God.”

‘IT FUCKING IS. MY GOD. MY LORD.”

Then began the most incredible journey my body had ever been on. The gas mask back on. Heavy poppers. Another fisting in of T. Punching fucking. My ass lips on fire. My cunt running with lube and juices. In my eyes pulsating red suns. My cock running cum. Piss. Him pissing on me. Him giving me a break by fucking me, Cumming in me. Pissing in me. More lube. More T. Doubling my hole until I could double punch fucked.

“DON’T STOP!”

“Your cunt is so loose baby, you could give birth.”

“To your fist baby.”

“Fuck, yes.”

We slowed down. Caressed my cunt lips. Pulled on them. Ran his fingers around my gaping hole.

“Nice, Bob. Very nice. Push baby, start easy and as I count pusher harder.”

“Fuck yes.”

He counted. I pushed. I felt him circle my hole with his hands.

“Push, Bob. Push. Fuck, your are budding, nice, budding, push, nice, more, Bob, Bob, Bob, fuck so much, keep pushing. You are giving me something to fuck back in you.

I pushed.

He stood up and fucked me.

I pushed again. He used his fist to push it back in me.

“Bob, baby. Let’s rest. But I am going to keep your cunt open with an ass tunnel. I went… I love it. I hope you do to?”

Before he pushed the tunnel in, he let me see my wrecked, gaping, budding, remade cunt.

“Shit, baby. What you have done!”

* * * *

“Don’t you have to go home?”

“I do. I don’t want to. And, do I have to go?”

“She is expecting you?”

“Yes.”

“Then you have to go.”

“Can I come back?”

“Yes. I would like that Bob. I would like that a lot.”

“Then, she works next Tuesday from 5 to 8.”

“Come by for a drink, drinks, and some fucking and fisting. Maybe…”

“Maybe?”

“Figure out how you can spend the night.

“I will. In any case, does 6 p.m. work for Tuesday. Drinks on me.”

“You bet, Bob.” He leaned in to kiss me. Our cock touched. Fuck this was kissing. Damn, I did not want to go. But I had to.

One stop on the way home. Incredible how my hole was flowing. I knew I needed some Depends to get through the night, maybe longer. Walking from the car to the CVS… I knew the seat of my pants were wet. Thank heavens I had a longer coat on. I got the Depends: I got the look from the clerk, the “You need diapers look?” If he only knew way. He was cute. Maybe he would fuck me. Shit, no, fist me… my imagination was racing.

I had to race home to get there before she did. A quick shower – no wet hair because I did not want the question, “Why the shower?” In the shower I reach down to feel my hole. Fuck. Loose. Loose. No resistance. He had wrecked my hole, made it a pig cunt. Damn, I wanted more. But… on with the diaper. Got Dressed. Down stairs with two glasses of wine poured.

“Hi, Honey. I’m home.”

“You are!”

The perfunctory kiss.

“Chardonnay?”

“Yes.”

“Good, a long day of work. So many crazy customers.”

“Sounds like the usual. Quiet here. No news.” If I did tell the news. If I did show her my hole. Fuck, this would the time for het to start pegging me. In my dreams. No, I wanted him. Him.

“Oh honey, you know I usually work Tuesdays from 5 to 9? They want me in early, 3 and work to 9. O.K.?”

“I guess so.” I knew so.

“And…”

“And?”

“I have been asked to represent the group at a conference the week after next in Chicago. Janey can’t go, so I was asked. What do you think?”

“Do you want to go?”

“Yes. I like the fact I was asked. I think it will be good for my job. Contacts. Visibility. And it has been a long time since I went anywhere for work.”

Did I want her to go? You know I did. So, go. Take the opportunity. I can manage. And… good for you to be asked. Of course, I won’t watch any of our shows…”

‘You had better not. So, I will accept. It will a four-day meeting – three nights. But is has been so long since I was away any place without you.”

“It will be lonely here.” NOT.

She leaned in to give a kiss. Perfunctory peck. Not the passionate lip lock of my new friend in New Britain.

Now was not the time rush to cell phone send the text I wanted to send. Later tonight. Set that date. Set that time. Should I wait until then tell him about the four days/three nights? Probably not. Definitely not.

But… I had to leave the room. My hole was running lube and loads. Sweet. Damn. Good. Right.