An Interlude
Lac gripped the edge of the table. He looked like he was trying to stop himself from climbing over it to get to the rest of the story. “What do you mean, ‘another time?’”
“I’ve had enough of this story for one day. I pulled my heart out of my chest and squeezed it for you. I’ve got no more left to give. I feel raw. I don’t have the capacity to finish it tonight.”
Lac pushed himself back into his seat and frowned at the table. “I’m sorry. I’ve been complaining all day about how hard it’s been for me to hear this. I never considered how hard it must be for you to tell it. I can wait. We’ve got all day tomorrow. What should we do in the meantime?”
“Would you make love to me, please? Would you hold me in your arms and fuck me very slowly and make me feel like I belong to you?”
My boyfriend balked at my idea. “I thought I’d get to fist you tonight.”
“I’m really not…”
Lac didn’t let me finish my thought. “I promise to make you feel the way you want to feel. Will you let me do it my way?”
I gave in because I didn’t have the capacity to argue. I even decided to show Lac a surprise I’d been saving. “I’ve got to clean out, but before I do that, I want to show you the new playpen.”
Lac’s interest piqued. He stood from the table and looked around like the playpen might be hiding in one of the cabinets. I went to a door that was off the kitchen and next to the pantry. I opened it and shoved it wide. The lights were on in the space beyond. Lac walked through the door and gasped at what he saw. “I don’t understand.” He said of the play space I’d created.
I explained. “I own this whole block. All the neighbors you’ve met rent from me. I’ve raised all my families here. The house I live in now was Tom’s. I always live there when I’m single, but it’s not big enough and it doesn’t have enough bedrooms for a family. On the other side of Tom’s house, I have two of these rowhomes which I had converted into a single home with lots more space for kids and dogs. When I have a family, I live there. The home we’re in now is one of my rental properties. It’s been empty for a while. It really needs to be renovated before I can put it back on the market. I decided to create a space for fun and games instead. Do you like it?”
Lac walked slowly around the room. He took careful steps to test the padded, waterproof floor beneath his feet. He ran his hands along the long, black, waterproof sofa and the king-size bed that was dressed out with fuzzy, soft waterproof sheets. He admired the floor-to-ceiling shelves which were stocked with lube and all manner of toys. He moved to the center of the room and shook the silent straps of the sex sling. “It’s incredible.” He whispered like the space should be treated with reverence.
I pointed to a pair of doors where the kitchen should have been. “There’s a full bathroom in there, with shower and hot tub. Behind the other door, there’s a hose station with hot and cold water for washing down the space. Even the walls are waterproof.”
Lac looked around again and noticed something he hadn’t seen before. “The whole ceiling is a mirror!”
I grinned at his boyish excitement. “That was an afterthought. The contractor suggested it. He said if I was going this far, I should go all the way.”
“You went way past all the way. WOW!”
“You explore. I’ll go get ready.”
I made sure the door between the two homes was latched so Sam couldn’t interrupt our play and went to the oversized bathroom to clean out.
As I adjusted the water flow on the thin, flexible douche nozzle, I wondered why I was doing what I said I didn’t want to do. I wasn’t in the mood to have pleasure acted upon me. I wanted to be intimate. I wanted to be held. I wanted to be connected to another human being with all of my senses, not just with a hand in my ass. I reminded myself that Lac had promised to give me what I wanted. He promised to make me feel the way I wanted to feel. I didn’t know how he was going to do that, but I agreed to let him try. I pushed out to loosen my hole and started to ease the douche into my body. The flowing hose entered without effort.
Regular sessions with Lac, and a lot of solo play, had stretched my hole and made it easier to accept things inside. Before he introduced me to fisting, I had to really concentrate to relax for cleaning out or to take a big dick. Now it was much easier.
Even if Lac didn’t agree to marry me, I didn’t regret the time I spent with him. He was a lovely man, with an engaging personality. I had fun with him. I also enjoyed sharing my days and nights with Lac. He was smart. He challenged me intellectually. He also had a big enough personality to stand up to me. That was important. The way Tom raised me had turned me into a tough, self-reliant person. I tended to be overly independent, opinionated, and difficult to get along with. It was good that Lac didn’t shy away from the challenge.
We didn’t often argue, but he didn’t let me bully him either. Not that I ever deliberately bullied Lacas. I would never. I could be very direct, though. Quite a few of my previous boyfriends, in this life and my past ones, took my directness as not leaving room for any other opinion. I never intended it that way, but I could see how some would think I did. At over five-hundred-years-old, I was unlikely to change, therefore I needed a partner who was strong enough to endure my strength. Lac was that man, or at least I hoped he would be.
I pushed the water out and watched as some debris ran down the drain. I slid the douche in deeper. My cleanout effort was going to take a while. I was still learning how to tell when I was clean and when there was still work to do. There were many twists and turns to the large intestines. Nastiness could hide in any or all of them. I took a deep breath and settled in to give the process all the attention it needed.
* * * *
About an hour later I reentered the playpen. Lac waved to me from in front of the toy shelves. He had a black plastic base on the floor with a mottled horse cock dildo fastened to the top of it. He was holding his stomach as he squatted to accept the two-foot-long toy all the way to the base. He used his hands to guide the flared head along the correct path through his guts. The horse cock had a bulb on the bottom instead of a set of balls. Lac grunted as his hole popped over the bulb. He twisted himself to free the dildo from its attachment to the base, then he stood up and rubbed his hairy belly in satisfaction. “So full!” Lac walked over to me and took my hand with a lube covered paw. “You ready?”
“I’m ready, but how about you? Your stomach is distended. Are you going to leave that monster inside while you open me?”
Instead of answering me directly, Lac guided my hand to his stomach and put my palm directly on top of the lump the flared head made in the top of his belly. He reached behind himself and pounded the end of the dildo with his fist. Lac groaned with guttural pleasure as the bulbous base of the dildo slammed into his prostate. I felt the head move through the wall of his stomach. “Just like a baby kicking.” He teased.
“You are a creep.”
Lac objected. “I am not. I’m a freak.”
I rubbed my palm around on Lac’s greasy skin. He was a very oily man. I liked that about him. I pushed his heavy arm up and huffed his musk from underneath it. The rich stink of his body put me in the right frame of mind to submit to his deviance. “OK, lover. We’re here to make me feel good. Where do you want me?”
“In the sling to start. Make sure you’re comfortable. You’re going to be there a while.”
Before I climbed into the sling, Lac offered an elastic band to restrain my balls. I slipped the band on and adjusted my smooth sac until I was comfortable. Lac waited for me to finish, then he took a small piece of fabric from the shelf which held the lube bottle. He pressed it to his face and huffed a series of deep breaths through it, then he handed over my jock from the night before. “I found it when I went upstairs to clean myself out.”
I scowled over his admission that he’d bothered to clean himself when the night was supposed to be about me. Lac held his hand up before I could say anything. “I’m not expecting a fist tonight. I just couldn’t wait to try one of those toys.”
I didn’t say anything in response because I didn’t have anything to say. I climbed into the sling and got Lac to adjust the stirrups so my legs would be comfortable. I clasped my hands behind my head to keep them off my cock and tried to relax for whatever my boyfriend had planned for me. He started by nuzzling into my package to sniff some more. “I’m so glad you taught me how hot stink is. This jock is so fucking sour. It’s making me hot as fuck. How long did you wear it before last night?”
“Three days, and I went for a run every day. When I took it off to shower after my workout, I mopped my pits with it.”
Lac smelled me again. “I feel so piggy with you. I’ve never been with anyone who would…what was that word you used earlier? Wallow! I’ve never been with anyone who would wallow with me. I love it when we finish, and we’re covered in each other’s…everything. I love when we sleep together when we’re still nasty from rolling in each other’s funk. I woke up last night and couldn’t remember where I was. One deep breath of your stink reminded me. You say I make you feel safe, but you make me feel that way too.”
I tried to say something appropriate in response to Lac’s tenderness, but he didn’t give me the chance. He huffed the stink of my jock again, then pressed his mouth to my hole and screwed his tongue inside. The pleasure stole my words. I pushed out a little to relax my hole and invite him in deeper. Just as I did, something shifted inside me. I cried out. “LACAS!”
He took his face from my hole just in time for a little stream of douche water to dribble out. I was mortified. “I’m so sorry! I thought I got it all! Let me…” I tried to get out of the sling, but Lac pushed me back down.
“Marvin! It’s fine. No harm done. It’s just water. It doesn’t smell.” He leaned down and lapped his tongue over my hole. “It doesn’t taste like anything. These things happen. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I let Lac’s assurances calm me. I was still embarrassed, but I did my best not to hold onto the emotion. Lac helped by shoving his face right back into my ass. He ate me a little, until he realized I wasn’t pushing out. “Come on, open that hole for me. I want to taste you inside.”
I pushed a little while his face was well clear. Lac praised me and asked for more. “Come on, I want to see those lips. Really push.”
I pushed harder and felt my hole start to bloom. Lac teased my ass lips with his lube covered fingers. “Yeah, that’s it. All that work you’ve been doing is really paying off. Before too much longer, you’re gonna have a sloppy gash like mine.” He rubbed his fingers around the sensitive inner folds and put his mouth back to work.
Lac’s fat tongue parted my lips and plunged inside. I looked down along my body and made eye contact with him around the basket of my jock. His eyes smiled even though his mouth couldn’t. He was enjoying me. I loved that. I loved to watch him take pleasure in me while I took pleasure from him. I took a deep breath and relaxed a little more. I abandoned my shame from earlier and sank into the sensations.
Lac ate me and coaxed my hole open with his slick fingers. When the lube wore off, he replaced it with spit. He slicked the entire outside of my hole and rubbed his face and chin into it. He hadn’t shaved that morning and his stubble pulled at the delicate flesh. The feeling was different, but not unpleasant.
I knew the session was about to change when Lac rubbed my hole one more time and sucked his fingers. He sniffed my jock and reached for the lube bottle and a pair of gloves. He also took one more item from the shelf. It was another small fold of fabric. He bent over my body to kiss my mouth with his slobbery face. His tongue was salty. I wondered how much of the flavor was his and how much was mine. I sucked on the hot, wet tongue. Lac took it away from me and dropped a glob of spit into my mouth for me to savor.
“I’m gonna open you now. Whatever you do, don’t touch your dick. None of this is about your dick. If your hands get bored, pull on your nipples. The point isn’t to cum. When you cum, the fun is over.”
I shook my head, not to argue, but because I didn’t understand. “I don’t know how you do it. When I play solo, once I’m full it’s so intense. I try to hold off, but I wind up stroking like a circus monkey until I blow like a geyser.”
“You’ll learn. Each time it’ll get easier. We just have to give you something else to focus on.” Lac opened his hand to reveal the fold of fabric he’d taken from the shelf. It was his jock from the night before. He draped it over my mouth and nose and withdrew from on top of me.
I huffed a deep breath through the faux leather fabric. The reeking stink of ball sweat and day-old piss ignited every erotic nerve in my brain. The sweat of arousal bloomed on my body and evaporated. I shivered. Blood flowed to my crotch and engorged my cock. It filled the tight basket of my jock with heady discomfort. I unclasped my hands from behind my head to free myself so I could jerk off, but Lac’s instructions stopped me. I latched onto my sensitive nipples and gripped them as hard as I could. The pressure on my nipples made my cock even harder, but I didn’t dare reach for it. Lac was teaching me to endure pleasure, and I desperately wanted to learn.
“I had a feeling that would drive you wild.” He said from between my legs. “I sampled it when I picked it up off your bedroom floor. The stench was so raw I could taste it. Perfect for a stink pig like you.” I loved when Lacas called me dirty names. ‘Pig’ was my favorite. He kept talking as he slicked his hands with lube. “Breathe deep. Suck my filthy bear musk into your pig body. You love it, don’t you? Tell me you love it.”
“I LOVE IT!”
“Yeah, you’re a nasty fucker.” Lac slipped two of his thick fingers into my hole and pried me open. He fed the lube nozzle into the space he made and flooded my guts with perma-lube. I shivered again from the coolness of the goo.
He added two more fingers and worked them in. He was relentless. He pulled and tugged and pushed and moved until his open hand sank into my guts. The pleasure was overwhelming. I grunted and roared into the smelly jock on my face. I pulled my nipples so hard, I thought I was going to tear them from my body. Lac closed his hand into a fist and pulled back to stretch my rim. He turned his hand to make his knuckles smack my prostate. I screamed.
He took his hand out of my ass and walked around the sling so he could check on me. I was breathing like I’d been running sprints. He lifted the jock from my face. “You alright?”
I nodded. “Uh huh. Fuck yeah.”
“You want more?”
“I WANT IT ALL!”
Lac smiled and complimented me. “Filthy pig.” He pursed his lips. I opened my mouth and received another glob of his spit. He laid the jock on my face and went back to the other side of the sling. I glanced up at the mirrored ceiling as he got ready to work on my hole. I was completely debauched. My whole body was flushed and red. My fingers were clamped to my nipples. Lac’s reeking jock was over my face. My bear boyfriend was getting ready to destroy my ass with his huge hands.
Even with all that sexiness, my cock had deflated. That was one of the amazing things he taught me, the more anal stimulation I received, the more difficult it was to stay hard. I replayed Lac’s instructions in my head. I told myself that none of this was about my dick.
Just before he went back to work, Lac slammed his fist into the base of the gigantic horse cock which was still lodged in his guts. He pounded it over and over until the pleasure overwhelmed him and he sank to his knees. I wished I could feel what he did. I wished I had my hand on his stomach where the flared head bulged. I wanted to be able to take a toy as big that as deep as he could. I wanted Lac to help me do it.
I started to ponder over how likely or unlikely it was that I’d get to ‘keep’ Lacas. I didn’t get far. He quickly slipped his hand back into my hole. The sensations destroyed by ability to reason. I sank into the pleasure. I didn’t even bother with my nipples anymore. I clasped my hands behind my head and groaned and grunted through the aroma of his jock.
I watched in the mirrored ceiling as his hands destroyed my hole. He stretched me wide enough that he could slip them in and out at will. He swapped them back and forth. He opened his hands and put them both in to rub them together. When both his palms were inside, he pushed one forward and made a fist while he withdrew the other. Then he pushed the other in and make a fist with it while he opened the first hand and pulled it out. He did that back and forth and over and over. He called it ‘basket weaving.’ It felt incredible.
Lac opened his hand and teased something inside me with his fingers. Whatever he touched made my eyes roll back in my head. “That’s your second ring. We’ve got to get that open next. Your second ring is even more sensitive than your first. Wait until you feel my fist slide in there. You’ll be so hot, you’ll think your body is going to burst into flames.” He teased the inner ring until he could slip his finger into it. I felt a sample of what Lac promised me. The violation made me roar with guttural moans. The sounds were so deep, I could barely believe they came from me.
Lac was encouraged by my animal sounds. He tried to work another thick finger into the magical second ring. He shook his wrist inside me at the same time. I writhed and shook and screamed. I lost control of my bladder. My jock filled with hot piss. It ran down my taint and over Lac’s arm. He kept moving inside me until my screams were silenced because my entire body had locked itself into a spasm. He pulled his hand out slowly and watched as I thrashed with aftershocks. I shook so violently, the jock on my face slid off and fell to the floor. Nasty, wet, farting sounds filled the air alongside of my moans. The noise was the sound of my spasming hole as it pushed out and sucked in all on its own.
Lac celebrated and cheered for something I’d done. “FUCK YEAH! FIRST PROLAPSE!” I involuntarily sucked the meat back in. He stuck two fingers in my wide-open rim and banged them around like the clapper in a bell. “Come on, push it out. I want to taste it.”
I gathered the little bit that was left of my mind and my strength and bore down. I watched in the ceiling as a swelling of bright, red meat bloomed from my hole and stood proud. Lac pushed my hole open to expose more of it, then he lapped it like an ice cream cone and rubbed his face over it. I couldn’t keep it out for long. The effort was too great. I relaxed and watched in the mirror as my body sucked the meat back in. Lac smiled at my hole. “You should see this. You called my ass a highway tunnel. You’re right there with me.”
“I want to see. Touch my leg with your arm.”
Lac did as I asked even though he didn’t know why. I wanted the physical contact so I could link his implant to mine. I quickly joined us together and was able to see what he saw. My ass was a blown-out mess. It looked like a sloppy, drooling, pink cave. I pushed again and watched my prolapse bloom. Lac slapped the meat and I sucked it back in. He blew a glob of spit into my hole. I withdrew from Lac’s implant and shook with another aftershock.
“How was that assgasm? You pissed a river!” Lac rubbed his face on my soaked jock and breathed it in. He lapped at the fabric to taste me.
“It was incredible. I feel like I saw the face of God and he fisted my ass.”
“You’re welcome.” Lac said smugly.
I held my arms out. “Come here. I want to kiss you, then I want to suck a load out of you.”
He did as he was told. I kissed his hot mouth and tasted my ass slime and smelled my piss on his face. Then he stood and adjusted the sling straps to lower my head to be even with his jock. I nuzzled the basket then pulled the uncut meat free of it. I let my head loll back out of the sling to straighten my throat so Lac could fuck my face. I swallowed his musky, salty cock all the way to the root. I enjoyed the smell when his heavy loose ball sack spread its folds of skin over my nose. Lac freed my cock from the confines of my pissy jock and slurped it down.
We sucked until we fed each other our hot loads. Lac released my balls from their restraint then kissed me some more. He took his tongue from my mouth and stepped back. He got this strange look on his face and his stomach clenched. Suddenly, twenty-four inches of mottled horse cock fired from his ass and landed on the floor with a thud and a wet splat. He turned around to aim his destroyed hole at me and push out a fat prolapse. I slapped it like he’d slapped mine.
Lac laughed and so did I. He shed his gloves and helped me out of the sling. I could barely stand because my legs were rubber. He held me close to his greasy, rank body and laid with me on the bed. He arranged me in the small spoon position and wrapped as much of himself around me as he could. I let him envelope me in his heat and his smell and his protection.
“How do you feel?” He asked.
“Perfect.”
“My idea was a good one after-all, wasn’t it?”
I snuggled around to retreat deeper into Lac’s arms and tighter against his big body. “Don’t be smug. Just hold me.”
He held me and we slept.
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