Ready

Tuesday 6 p.m.  We meet outside his place. The plan is some drinks then, let’s see. I know what I want to see. The inside of his apartment. Two nude, horny, hungry men. I hope that is what he wants. My guess is that it is.

But it all depends on what he wants. I will have to wait.

Yes, we meet outside his place. He has told me to wear a leather collar. I have.

He says, “Good, Bob.”

He takes my hand. He leans in. He kisses me. I have never kissed a man in public. I am hooked. I love this. To be open. I am not caring if anyone I know sees me kissing this man. His lips and tongue are unlocking the closed closet.

“Bob, let’s grab that drink at a special underground club. In walking distance. There are no proper clubs catering our kind of man. And I do not want this first date to be anything but right for us.”

“Lead the way.” My cock and hole were responding in anticipation.

He took my hand again and started to lead me up one street, over the next, a bit a third. We were in front of a set of stairs leading down to a door marked my colored holiday lights. No sign in front. No sign on the door. We walked down the stairs. He opened the door. We went.

What we entered looked a basement converted into a largish bar. A long regular bar with stools ran down one side. On the other, the booths you might expect. What was there? Two slings. A king-size bed. A tiled basin. And a St. Andrew’s Cross. Of course, everyone there was male. Most in some sort of leather gear or shirtless. Some with tattoos. Some with piercings. Tall, short, heavy set daddies. Twinks, thin. All beautiful to me. And into each other.

“Hi guys. My new friend, Bob.”

“Hi, Bob.”

“Bob, get comfortable. I know who have the rights duds under that coat.”

I did. No shirt. A leather harness. The pair of chaps that had arrived yesterday by UPS – plain-wrapped package. Snuck into the house. They fit nice. And a leather jock in red. Also new. This was a first date after all.

“I see you did come dressed.”

“For you, man. For you. And I think it is right for here and your friends.”

“For sure it is.”

He was resplendent in leather. A god. To me. And to the men that came over to talk to him and to meet me. I was very glad to be there.

“Bob, a drink.”

“Yes.”

“Barry, the usual with the usual extra.”

“You got it baby.”

“Bob, I want you to be in the mood.” I was, but any extra? Why not? What I had had at his place had been quite nice, no, very nice.

Barry brought the glasses. “Cheers.”

“Yes, baby, cheers.”

In the middle of the room were some stand-up tables. We went to one. Enjoyed or drinks. We were not the only men that paused to kiss, to grab ass. At the bar on of the older guys turned to give his hard cock to one of the twinks. Over on the other side, three guys went to one of the slings. Nice. One in the sling. One in his ass. One in his mouth. I saw – all bareback.

“Nice place. I like it here.”

“I knew you would, Bob. It is may home away from home. My long-time lover and I started this informal club for men. A haven and for all the men we have invited here. We used to hot open fucking and fisting parties here. But one walk-in spoiled it for the general public. Now. Invitation-only. Like you. It has been a long time since I have invited anyone. Losing Bill was hard. Maybe meeting you is helping me move on, and in a good direction.”

“Thank you. Wow. You are very kind.”

“Well, Bob, there is something about you I want to explore, get to know well, and don’t just mean you hole. Though that is high on my to-do list. Another drink?”

“Sure. Funny. You have called me by name. But I am not sure what to call you?”

“Right. Theodore is the given name. But the men who know me call me Theo. Some Thor. The ones whose asses I have and do hammer.”

“Cool, Theo. Though Thor sounds better. It took my hole two days to get back to normal.”

“I’ll hope, Bob, the next time will be three.

“Three sounds good.”

“We will want to work on that.”

“You bet.”

The drinks were working. Tonight, I did have to keep an eye on the time. So I raised that “problem” by letting Theo know about the days and nights the wife would be away. His eyes lit up.

“That does sound nice. I hope I can get at least part of that time. Wow. Lucky you, Bob. I hope lucky me.”

Before I could say anything, he got up, came to me, and kissed me, at the same time kneading my ass, looking for my hole. I wanted him to find it. He did. We kissed. I knew that we were not doing anything anyone would find odd or different or offensive. He broke the kiss.

“Yes, lucky me. And I hope lucky you. I dream of an overnight.”

“May it come true.”

“Fuck me, please.”

“There is another sling.”

“No here, first. Please.”

With that, he bent me over the stool and entered my hole. Shit, it was good. My hole wanted this cock, wanted this man. It was getting it. Right there. No shame. I was a hole in heat. He was in heat. We had to fuck. We did.

“Let’s go to the sling, Bob.”

“Yes.”

He pulled out. My hole felt so empty. I wanted cock. His cock. Cock. I climbed in the sling. He attached my wrists, my ankles. My legs were spread open. The next thing I knew he was on his knees eating my hole. Then, another cock in my mouth. Fuck yes. This was so right. In the sling to my right a big black man was fucking a twink. His hole was taking a big, beautiful black cock. We know what they say is true. Black men know how to fuck, especially white men. Some men at the bar were kissing. Shit. The air was full of the smell of men having sex, cum, sweat. I glanced over when I could see to see two men pissing on an older heavy set man. Too wonderful. And then one of the men put a bottle of poppers next to my nose.

“Breathe, baby.”

Of course I did. And more than once. I felt the rush, the beauty of the rush, I knew my hole was a opening. It wanted cock. Theo stopped fucking me. He brought his cock to my mouth. I took it. And his load. His cock pulsing, feeding me my supper for the night. As this was happening, a another man stepped up to the sling and started to add lube and then to fuck me. No real resistance.

“Hot cunt you boi has, Thor.”

“Right Billy. You might want after you seed him, try a fist. He loves that.”

With that statement another man took Theo’s place in my mouth.  Was this wonderful or what? There were 11 men other than Theo and me in the “club”. How many would I get in my holes? And we not yet discussed the three nights I would have free next week. Shit, right now, this was about this. The dark “club”, the sling, my holes, their cocks and what would happen.

“Hey, Bob. Drink this. We don’t want you to become dehydrated.”

I did. So good. I was feeling more relaxed at the same time feeling so fucking hungry for cock. And then, the popper bottle.

“Breathe baby, breathe.”

As I took three hits I felt a smallish hand punching at my hole. Another cock went in my mouth. I took it like a hungry baby finding a milky nipple. I needed to be fed. I knew I would be. Then a popper-infused cloth over my nose.

“Gang Bang time for Thor’s new friend.”

It was. The fist working on my opening burst in. A small hand. Nice. Twisting around. Wonderful feeling of knuckles. Then that sweet feeling of ass lips being pulled out. In. Out, Twist. Now a cock pounding me.

“Fuck, Thor, I am breeding your hot boi. Hope he is really into all loads.”

“He is”

Another cock fed my mouth.

Then a switch. The cock of the man who just bred me was in my mouth. I opened my eyes. Fuck the toxic sign tattooed over his cock. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Another man was in my cunt. Working me open with his fist.

“Shit man, fist that pig.”

“Fuck, fist me. Love that toxic load.”

“Well, before you get out of this fucking sling, you’ll get some.”

“Yeah! Hood him. Popper him. He is a fucking pig.”

The hood went on. I did not need to see. Then a set of ear coverings went on. Shit, almost deaf. I could be so into this. So able to savor the pulsing reds centers in my minds eye. Hear the beating of may heart. And could I hear the inner sound of my wet, west rectum taking fists? I could, of course, feel my holes used, feel my nipples being pinched and pulled.

The fist came out. A cock went in.

“Nice a wet and loose Thor. Like you like it.”

Cock after cock, fist after fist. Load after load. Poppers. Someone started to flog my chest with a set of knotted leathers. The initial pain became a kind of ecstasy. An ecstasy where the feeling was concentrated in the touch of the knotted leathers, unmediated by the sound or sight. Intense.

 Finally, Thor was in me. He was double fisting me.

“Bob, its Thor. Yes. You are so fucking hot, beautiful, your hole. We have to growth that tulip. Fuck it is beautiful. Push, baby, love.”

“Shit, Thor, what an incredible ass tulip.”

“Push PIG! PUSH!”

I did. I pushed. Hard. Hard, as hard as I could. I could feel my hole expanding. I could feel, fuck, what was I feeling, my rectum starting to prolapse?

“Push, Bb, baby, push.”

That was Thor. I knew it was him caressing my hole, running his hands around it. Then caressing my prolapsing rectum.”

“This is so wonderful, Bob.”

“Fuck it back in Thor, fuck it in. Then fist out.”

He did. Was this amazing? Yes. To feel this man start to fuck my hole as it prolapsed out, and then feel it retreat into me, his cock with it. His cock. Fucking me. What the hell was a doing being married to that bitch? What did she know about me and my needs and desires and hopes and dreams? What? Thor knew. These men knew. I wanted Thor. I wanted these men.

“Baby, I am going to let Sammy and Fred take over for me.”

They did.

Fucking. Then double fisting me. Rotating their hands in my ass. Pulling. Pushing. Almost all the way out. Then back in.

Anther cloth soaked with poppers to breath through. Yes. I was on fire. Pushing out. They pulled out. I pushed out.

I knew it was Thor’s mouth on my hole, kissing, pulling, I felt his tongue looking for cum. He wanted their jism. He wanted my hole.

“Push, Baby.”

He took what he could in my mouth. His hands caressed it.

Then more cocks. More cum in my mouth. Then Thor’s mouth on my mine, snow-balling cum. Ass juices. Cum. How many loads?

Thor lifted me out of the sling. He held me in his arms. Kissed me. He sat in a wide chair. He held me so we could kiss, and he could have his cock in my loose, wet pussy.

A sat facing the room. His hands were on my chest. Another man was sucking me cock. Not so hard from all the poppers, but building to an orgasm, explosive, body shuddering. Two men shot their loads on my softening cock. Another cleans it up. Fuck. Some kind of second meeting, first date in public. Wow.

“Probably time for you to go Bob.”

“It is for now. But, …”

“But?”

“I have three nights free next week. Any chance?”

“Chance?”

“Of more time with you, Theo?”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

I turned my head. We kissed. Kissed.

Time to go. Did I have to? Yes. For tonight.

I knew I had to hurry to get home first. Grab a shower.

We got dressed. I had an extra Depends with me. I knew I would need it. That was surely the case driving home. Fuck, it felt good. I felt good. It was full of cum and ass juices. How many toxic loads had I taken?

I got home first. That was important. Off with the leathers. A new Depends. Jeans, Flannel shirt. Slippers. Of course, a quick shower to wash of the sweat, lube, and cum – so much cum. Was I a pig to eat the cum in the Depends when I got home. Sure, I was. But that is who I was becoming.

I heard the side door open. I had readied two glasses of wine and some cheese. To welcome her home. To celebrate my night. To… no, that wasn’t happening.

The quick kiss.

“You showered?”

“Yeah. A long day. Just felt like I needed to freshen up.”

“A good day?”

“Actually, yes. Yours?”

“Good. Finalized the plans for the trip. I hope you will not be upset, but it looks like it will be a bit longer.”

“How much?”

“Well, leaving Monday morning and coming back late Friday, so five days and four nights.”

“O.K.”

“Thank you. When Janie told her husband he was pissed. He moaned that that would be so long for him to alone. What a baby.”

“Well, I am your baby. But I know how to take care of myself. And this is trip seems important to you, so… it is also important to me.”

“Thank you. Why?”

“To help you in your job. Sounds like this could be important.”

“It is. Can you take me to the airport and pick me up?”

“Sure, time to grab a Wendy’s breakfast on the way up, and depending on the time the flight arrives on Friday, a supper at our favorite place in Windsor.”

“Such service!”

“All the best that I can do.”

“Thanks honey.”

“You are welcome.”

“And, can you take and pick up Joanie too? On our way up and back?”

“Sure. Of course. And it is so good you get to go with someone you like.”

“You have that right. The cheap company is making us share a room.”

“Hope she doesn’t snore.”

“You do, and I have survived that.”

“You have.”

Another perfunctory kiss.

If she only knew that an extra night was more than welcome, much more than welcome. A lucky night.

And anie. One hot piece of ass. Though I thought she was beginning to look a bit butch. Short hair. More masculine dress. Oh, well. Not a current interest of mine. Thor was.

And what a night.

I texted: HAVE AN EXTRA NIGHT. FREE NOW MONDAY – THURSDAY NIGHTS. THOUGHTS?

I waited. It seemed like a long time. It wasn’t. My phone buzzed.

CAN YOU TAKE THE WEEK OFF?

Crazy.

Did I wait long to answer? No. YOU WANT ME TO?

Immediately, YES.

My response. I WILL.