Marry Me
I stood at the chipped porcelain sink to fill the lube bottle with warm tap water. The front of the bottle was emblazoned with the manufacturer’s logo. It proclaimed, ‘PERMA-LUBE,’ in capital letters which resembled splats of lube on a white tile background. The bottle had a catalyst formed into the plastic. The catalyst reacted with regular water to create a flavorless, odorless, cushiony lubricant that was great for fisting.
My boyfriend loved it. He was the one who introduced me to it. He was also the one who introduced me to fisting. One would think that someone who’d been around as long as I had would have tried everything. I tried a lot, but fisting never made it onto my radar. Fisters always seemed like a fringe group. Even the term ‘fister’ conjured mental images of deviant men in leather with piercings and tattoos.
If I would have thought about it for more than a moment, I would have realized that I was stereotyping. I also would have realized that just because someone likes having their hole stretched, doesn’t automatically mean they’re ill-suited to a quiet, boring life. Before I met Lac, the stereotype remained, and I avoided anyone with a kink.
I capped the bottle and made sure the absurdly distended nipple was seated all the way in the lid. I pinched the nipple shut so it wouldn’t splatter lube all over the kitchen and shook the bottle to expose the water to the catalyst. After just a few shakes, the sound of splashing stopped, and the lube was ready. I turned the bottle over in my hand to check the viscosity. It was perfect, like it always was. The fresh lube ran like heavy weight motor oil.
I started to get excited. My cock chubbed in my jock. The piss slit of the circumcised head got stuck on the seam which ran down the middle of the basket. The pain made me wince. I shoved my free hand into my waist band and tucked my cock so it pointed straight down on top of my restrained balls. The elastic band which stretched my sack and held my balls away from my body was something else Lac had introduced me to. It helped to keep my orgasm at bay and provided a constant, dull squeeze to the sensitive organs.
I fondled my balls. The orbs felt huge as they were held immobile. The skin of my sack was stretched tight around them. I cupped them both in my palm and gave them a friendly squeeze. I took my hand from my jock and held it to my nose. My engorged sex had left a sour funk on my hand. I breathed it in.
Scent lust was not something Lac taught me. That kink was all my own. I shared it with Lacas in turn. When he and I met, he only thought he liked the scent of men. For him, man musk was merely a background fragrance, something to be enjoyed, but not something to focus on. I taught him to truly savor every nuance of the rich bouquet the male body offered. Our foreplay now often included long, slow sessions of mutual kissing, sniffing, and tasting.
The more I thought about my boyfriend and our pending play session, the more excited I became and the more I wanted to get started. I grabbed a pair of disposable gloves from a kitchen drawer and hurried upstairs.
My Great Dane, Sam Cooke, sat at the bedroom door like a furry, grey sentinel. He whined and pawed to be let in. “Sorry, Sam.” I patted his snout and the top of his head. “Daddy has a friend over and there isn’t enough room on the bed for the three of us.”
Sam whined pitifully. I squatted down to look directly into my dog’s big, sad eyes. I used my Synth implant to communicate mind to mind with him. Because a dog’s mind is far simpler than that of humans, it was best to think in broad concepts instead of words. I conveyed my unchanging love to Sam and added the need for a few hours of privacy. I felt when his mind understood mine. He barked and lapped his huge tongue over my face.
I stood from my crouch to avoid being licked again. Sam padded along the hall with the click of toenails on the wood floor. He scrambled down the stairs on his long, clumsy limbs. I wiped the dog slobber from my face with the back of my arm and knocked on the bedroom door. Lac hollered from inside. He used a ridiculously high voice to shriek, “COME IN!”
I laughed at his silliness and opened the door. My feet sank into hot, dry sand as I entered. I thought I was on a beach, but there was no ocean in view. I quickly realized the setting was a desert oasis. Bright sun shone in a cloudless sky. The air was parched and hot as an oven. A tall, dark-skinned Bedouin walked past. He was dressed in traditional robes of black and royal purple. A lighter purple keffyeh sat atop his head. Wavy black hair cascaded all the way to his shoulders from underneath the headscarf. He eyed me with lust and ran an obscene tongue over his lips, but his steps didn’t slow.
Men in various states of undress thronged the oasis. Their flesh browned under the intense sunshine. Some splashed in the spring-fed lake. Some lounged on hand-woven blankets protected from the sun by fabric awnings. Some played in sex slings which were tied between conveniently spaced palm trees.
My big bear boyfriend was on the bed atop a sand dune at the very center of the oasis. His hairy tan skin shone with perspiration as he broiled under the sun. He was on his knees with his meaty ass in the air and his shoulders on the bed. He had his head turned to the side to watch a fair-skinned, blond twink who was getting his guts punched by a massive, silver daddy bear. The twink was alternately howling in pleasure and begging for more as the bear’s fists brutalized his slack hole.
I set my lube bottle on top of my boyfriend’s upturned rump, just above the waistband of his faux leather jock. I sat on the bed to watch the bear fist the twink. I leaned my back against Lac’s hip and let my head fall against him. Even without facing him, I could smell his body. The desert heat cooked sweat from his skin like rendered fat from a beef roast. His thigh and hip were slick against my back. I inhaled his aroma and let it turn me on.
The twink in the sling howled with an especially high-pitched moan as the bear screwed his fist into the destroyed hole. “You think he’s faking?”
Lac knew I was teasing. He chuckled. His voice was so deep, his chuckle sounded like a growl. “Look at the size of the fist he’s taking. If that daddy was punching me with those ham hands, my screams would shatter crystal.”
I laughed out loud over the idea that Lac’s gravelly baritone could reach an octave that high. He waited for me to settle, then he pawed at my side with his backward facing arm. “You gonna get to work? Watching those two is making me horny as fuck.”
I remained seated. “I’m a little disappointed to find you on your knees. I was hoping for some foreplay.”
“Fisting is foreplay.”
“How do you figure that?”
“I don’t cum when you fist me. Anything that happens before I dump my load is foreplay.”
I pressed Lac just a little more. “Don’t you want to kiss? I want to feel your lips on mine.”
“I’ve got a pair of lips that need your attention. There’s no tongue between them, but they’d love to make out with you.”
I smiled over Lac’s teasing. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I hopped off the bed and pulled my gloves on my hands. I took the lube bottle from Lac’s rump and stuck it on a shelf next to a roll of paper towels. The shelf was a convenience which was supported by a metal pole that stuck from the desert sand.
I took a moment to admire the ass I was about to play with. The black straps of the faux leather jock strained against the ample flesh. Lac’s ass was big. His legs were big. His thighs were almost the size of my waist. There was plenty of muscle under the skin, but also plenty of soft, responsive flesh. Lac’s hole was a work of art; hairy and dark. The puckered rim was puffy and pronounced. When Lac pushed out just a little, it grew prominent enough to suck on, like the ripe lower lip of his mouth. The hole in the center was an elongated gash.
He pushed his hole out to invite me into it. It flexed and opened. The red of his insides winked between the fat, brown lips. I pressed my face between his soft cheeks and huffed his musk into my nose. Just the scent was enough to make my cock swell to full size.
“How do I smell?” Lac asked as I breathed him in and exhaled my hot breath against his hole.
“Nasty as fuck! I want to devour you. I’m so hot for this ass!” I shoved my tongue into the dark aperture of Lac’s hole. It slipped in with no effort at all. I tasted the salt of his sweaty outsides and the salt of his hot insides. He pushed out. His rim flared like it wanted to chew on my lips. I rubbed my face around in his hole and let my mouth fill with his flavor. “You’re so rank. Did you even shower today?”
“Of course, I did. Then I spent ten hours next to a kiln blowing glass. I rinsed off while I was cleaning out, but no soap, I promise.”
I slapped his ass and huffed his stink again. “Who is this ‘Glass’ person and how could he keep it up for ten hours?”
Lac chuckled at my teasing. His laugh made his big ass shake. I rubbed my face into it again and tasted the rim. “How big was the plug you wore today?”
“Just a small one. We’re behind at work. I had to go in extra early, so I slipped a small one in to keep from falling asleep.”
“You don’t own any small plugs.”
“This one was small-ish.”
I breathed Lac’s ass musk again and licked the length of his gash. As loose as his hole was, I didn’t believe he’d worn a small anything. “How big is small-ish?”
“Fuck, Marvin!” Lac’s exasperated voice swore into the mattress. “I wore my smallest plug to work. When you messaged me about coming over for playtime, I swapped it out for a big one we had in the showroom. Are you gonna fist me, or talk to my ass all night?”
I smiled into Lac’s hole. His urgency made everything better. His ass was so hot and welcoming, I wanted to crawl inside of it. I wrapped my arms over his hips to pull my face into him. I ate and kissed his hole. I spat into him and slurped it back out. I worried his ass lips with my lips as he pushed them to grow and swell. I smelled and ate and worshipped his big ass and his loose, sloppy hole.
“PLEASE,” he begged long before I’d had my fill, “I need a fist! You’re driving me insane!”
I took my face from his ass to look at what ten minutes of rimming had done to it. His hole hair was matted to his skin with my spit. His puffy, brown rim looked like a pouting mouth, and a swirl of bright red meat winked in time to Lac’s ragged breaths. A stream of drool ran from my open mouth. I didn’t bother to slurp it back in. The strand landed on the waterproof bedcover and became another dark spot next to many which had dropped as I slobbered on his hole.
The daddy bear who’s been fisting the twink appeared next to me. “That’s nice.” His big, gruff voice said as he admired Lac’s hole. “Want me to punch it for you?”
Lac whimpered at the bear’s question. He needed something inside him. I assumed he wanted to say ‘yes’ to the bear, but he didn’t for fear of insulting me. I countered the bear’s offer with a request. “Hold him open for me.”
The bear clambered onto the bed and stood over Lac like he was a backward cowboy. He pulled my boyfriend’s meaty cheeks open, then he slipped two of his thick fingers into each side of the rim and stretched that as well. Lac vibrated with anticipation. He kept pushing his rose out then letting it fall back in. The snotty meat looked delicious. I was tempted to push my face into his ass for some more tongue work, but that’s not what Lac wanted.
I waited until his guts were wide open and plunged the nozzle of the lube bottle into him. I squeezed a ton of lube into his hole and pulled the nozzle clear just in time for his guts to convulse and try to push it back out. I caught the goo in both of my hands and gathered most of it in my right. I used my hand as a funnel to tip the lube back into Lac’s yawning hole.
I made a bird beak shape with my gloved hand and slipped it easily inside my boyfriend’s body. I closed my fist inside him and pulled back against his hole. I watched in fascination as his rim stretched outward like a toothless mouth around a jawbreaker. I rolled my fist around in his guts and pushed in and out in a slow punching motion. Lac approved of my actions with deep grunts like that of a pig grubbing in the mud.
The daddy bear released Lac’s cheeks and spanked his ass. “That’s a good boy! He’s one hell of a pig. Don’t give him a break, ever. Work that hole!” He climbed off the bed. “You don’t need any help with him. I’m going to find something else to wreck, unless you want me to work on you while you work on him.”
I politely declined the bear’s offer. Lac had taught me to enjoy a hand in my guts, but I was still a novice. No way was I ready for anything as large or aggressive as the bear offered. He plodded away toward the lake side of the oasis where many more men were sprawled in slings, either in the middle of having their holes destroyed or waiting for someone to rearrange their guts.
Out of curiosity, I glanced over at the twink who was still in the sling. His eyes were glazed, and his mouth hung slack. A stream of lube ran from his blown-out hole. He absently played with his soft cock. The twink was completely wrecked. His mind had temporarily withdrawn into the place where it goes when pleasure overwhelms all else.
I rolled my fist inside Lac’s hole to make my knuckles smack against his prostate like a kid dragging a stick along a picket fence. He moaned and begged for more. I pulled my fist partway out to stretch his rim, then plunged it back in. Every time I pushed, I was able to sink a little deeper. I loved the feeling of opening him up. The way the folds and rings of his insides gave way to the pressure of my hand and arm called me deeper and deeper. Soon I was inside halfway up my forearm. I pushed some more but could go no deeper.
I pulled out and filled Lac’s hole with more lube. When I pushed back in, he tried to adjust himself to let me in deeper. He rocked his body and shifted his knees on the bed. He rolled his hips. Suddenly the resistance inside fell away. My arm sank easily into his body up to the elbow and beyond.
“Ooooohhhhhh…fuuuuck.” Lac moaned as my elbow disappeared and his slack hole ringed the forward edge of my bicep.
I craned my head forward and kissed his ass cheek. I lapped at the salty skin to renew the flavor in my mouth. My arm felt hot in his guts. His insides were like slick silk against my skin. I felt his pulse. I twisted my hand and flexed my forearm. I pulled back until his guts felt loose around my arm, then pushed back in. I did that over and over while Lac responded with more whimpers and moans. I kept edging a little deeper inside, advancing the lube line on my upper arm a millimeter at a time. I worked him for a long time. Finally, when my arm was tired and Lac’s breathing was harsh and ragged, I asked if there was anything else he wanted.
He made a rumbling sound in his chest which vibrated through my arm and send shockwaves of sex through my whole body. He pushed out. His rim flexed like it was trying to eat my bicep. “There’s still room in my hole. Can you get your other hand in?”
I shifted my stance so I could reach his hole with my left hand. I gathered some of the lube which pooled on the bed and slicked my fingers with it. I slipped my fingers inside his rim one at a time. I inserted them on the bottom, between his prostate and my elbow. I rubbed my thumb in wide circles on his perinium and wiggled my fingers against his prostate. Lac enjoyed what I was doing. He made the rumbling sound in his chest again. It drew out as a groan which lasted for several long breaths.
His hole relaxed a little more. I pushed my hand in deeper until my thumb came to rest against his taint. I tried to get the fifth digit inside, but there was no more room. Lac took a deep breath and let it out with a full-body shiver. “I can’t take much more. I want you to make me lose control. When I tell you, I want you to move your hand and arm as much as you can. Keep going until you feel me clamp down and push you out. I’m going to beg you to pull out, but don’t do it. Keep working my hole. Don’t stop until you feel my whole body push against you. When you feel that, pull out slow.”
I agreed with the instructions and waited for the signal. Lac took another deep breath which I felt down the whole length of my arm, then he told me to ‘go!’
I stretched his hole with my left hand and rattled my elbow up and down inside him like I was trying to ring his guts like a bell. I wiggled my fingers that were elbow-deep inside and flexed my forearm as much as I could.
Lac’s entire body shook. He cried out with gruff, animal sounds. He lost control of his bladder. Hot, rank piss ran from his jock onto the bed. The piss stink filled my nose and prompted me to work even harder. I shook my arm as hard as I dared. Lac threw his arms out to the side and grabbed great handfuls of the bedcover. He roared into the mattress. “TAKE IT OUT! OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK! TAKE IT OUT!”
The volume of his voice and the strength of his cries scared me. I almost did as he said, but I knew that’s not what he wanted. I held onto the instructions he’d given me before. Instead of withdrawing, I pushed in harder. I was actually able to press even deeper inside as he shook and pissed and screamed.
Lac’s animal shouting slowed to a stop as the ‘clamp down’ started. His body stopped convulsing as his muscles started to lock up. His huge thighs flexed and tried to push his body forward, away from the violation of my arm. His back tightened. His breath game in quick, short gasps. His insides squeezed like a vice. I kept pushing against him for as long as I could. My arm and my back burned from the effort. When his body stilled because every muscle was straining for release, I started to pull out.
Lac told me to pull out slowly, but I couldn’t. As soon as I started to withdraw, his insides rejected the violation. His guts shoved my arm out. As my hand was forced from his ass, a great glob of lube followed. It ran cloudy and used from his hole. Lac’s body arched. More piss rained from his jock and a huge prolapse shot from his gaping hole. It pushed out as his body spasmed, then sucked back in to leave a hollow, pink tunnel so deep I thought I could see all the way to the top of his head. He arched and pushed out again. The prolapse reappeared. I slapped the meat like I’d seen other men do. Lac roared his approval. His guts made several more appearances before his haywire assgasm came to an end.
I watched with lurid fascination as he shook with one aftershock after the other. The most interesting part for me was that I knew he hadn’t cum. As overwhelming as the assgasm was, it wasn’t a traditional climax. His load remained safely inside his heavy ballsack. Sometimes, he’d let me suck it out after I fisted him, but most of the time, he didn’t have the energy or the desire to endure more stimulation. I suspected this would be one of those times.
When Lac was finally breathing normally, I teased his ruined hole with a slick finger. “Push that meat out again. I want to suck on it.”
“Oh fuck. You want to lick my prolapse? You’re a pig.”
“I learn from the best.” I said and slapped his yawning hole. “Come on. Push those guts out. Let me eat your insides.”
Lac focused on his ruined hole and pushed. His rim flexed and opened wide. Bright, red meat filled the aperture, then blossomed outward. I peeled my gloves off so I could feel it with my fingers. It was sticky and slick with lube and slime. I pulled his rim open and shoved it back to expose more of the ass meat. I lapped at it like a dog with an ice cream cone. I rubbed my face all over the snotty, hot meat. I covered my face and filled my mouth with his salty slime. Long before I had enough of it, the meat disappeared inside his ruined hole. Lac flopped over and let his body spawl out on the bed.
I complained over being denied my treat. “I wasn’t done eating your meat.”
“Sorry, I’m destroyed. I can’t push it out anymore.” He stared at me for a second until his eyes focused. “You’ve got my butt snot all over your face.”
“Yup.”
“That’s so nasty.”
“Yup.”
Lac opened his arms. “Come here.”
I snuggled into his embrace and finally got to kiss his mouth. He licked some of the slime from my face and shared it with me. He wiped the rest away with his hand. “Do you want to get off?”
I was trying to follow Lac’s example of not needing to shoot a load during every session, but it was difficult. I tried to answer the way I thought he’d want me to. “I don’t need to.”
“Yeah, you do. Sit on my chest and blow a load in my mouth.”
I was excited by his suggestion. Before I complied with it, I made him lift his ass from the bed so I could pull his jock off. His big sack and uncut cock flopped out of the basket and glistened with sweat and piss. I knelt over my boyfriend with my knees just about in his armpits. I left his arms and hands free because I wanted him to do the stroking.
I pressed the jock to my face like it was a surgical mask. The stink of rank piss was the most prominent. It smelled like Lac had been drinking strong coffee. Beneath the piss stink, there was a sour note of musky sweat. I huffed it in. Lac tugged and twisted my nipples while I turned myself on with his reeking man stink. I moaned while my cock inflated to strain against the basket of my jock. When I was full-hard, Lac pulled my jock down and hooked the waistband under my restrained balls. He coaxed my hips forward and aimed my package toward his face. He nuzzled my balls and breathed my musk.
“You’re so ripe. I LOVE IT!” He sucked on my balls and lapped his thick tongue over them. I kept breathing through his jock. I didn’t even pull it away from my face when I told him to ‘get to work’ on my leaking dick.
Lac reached down along the bed until he found the puddle of lube, piss, and ass slime. He dipped his hand into it and brought it back to wrap around my hard cock. His other hand reached up to work on one of my nipples. He started to stroke while he filled my ears with filthy talk. “Feed me that load. Fuck, yeah, you nasty, slutty pig. You ruined me. Absolutely destroyed my hole. You’re a nasty, filthy, pig top. I’m your depraved pig bottom. Fill my mouth with your steaming pig load. Drown me with cum!”
Between the dirty talk, the rank stink of the jock, and the stimulation of Lac’s hands, I climaxed quickly. I fired shot after shot into his greedy mouth. He let each one roll over his tongue before he swallowed it down. As the last of my load dribbled out, I tried to back away. Lac grabbed my ass and scooted me forward so he could suck the last few drops from my deflating cock.
I twisted out of his grip because the feeling of his mouth was too intense. I spread myself out on top of his sweaty body and kissed his mouth with my tongue. As we made out, the daddy bear from earlier came back. He waved a giant paw in my face. “You sure you don’t want me to open you up?”
Instead of answering the bear, I spoke to the Synthetic Reality system in the room. “End program.”
The bear and the desert disappeared. Lac and I were left in the bedroom of my Philadelphia rowhome. He pulled me into a tight hug. “That was great. You should marry me.”
“What?” I asked in surprise.
“Marry me.” Lac insisted as he held me tight. “Put a ring on my finger and make me your piggy, fist wife.”
I couldn’t tell if he was serious or teasing. Lac and I liked to tease each other. I didn’t want to misread the moment and hurt him, so I asked directly. “Are you serious, or are you teasing?”
He squeezed my body against his. “I’m serious. I’m proposing to you. I want to be your husband.”
I got scared. I liked Lac. Actually, I loved him, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to be married again. I also didn’t know if he would be ready to accept what it meant to be married to me. I tried to wriggle out of his arms. I usually pace when I need to work something out. My racing mind prefers my body to be in motion while I think.
Lac held me tight. “Nope, I’m not letting you go. I learned my lesson when I asked you to fist me the first time. You damn near ran a mile around the living room when we had that conversation. You stay here with me and tell me what you’re afraid of.”
I refused. “I can’t have this conversation here. If you’re serious, really serious, we can talk it out, but not like this. I can’t lay on your chest with you reeking of sex and talk about marriage.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s too intoxicating. I can’t be reasonable when I’m distracted by your heat and your stink. You know when you hold me like this, I’ll say ‘yes’ to just about anything you ask.”
“I know. That’s why I proposed like this. I want you to say yes.”
I rubbed the flat of my hand over Lac’s greasy, sweaty, hairy pec. “Being married to me comes with…things. We need to talk. There’s a lot you need to know.”
He interrupted my speech. “We’ve been dating for eight months, and I already know all I need. You’re twenty-seven. You own your home. You’ve got a good job; I don’t know what it is, but you seem to do well. You like dogs, and you’ve got great taste in men.”
I patted my boyfriend’s chest and begged him. “Please…please be serious. I’m in love with you, but you need to listen to me.” I checked my Synth implant for the time. “It’s late. We just had sex. We’re both tired. Hold me close and sleep with me and tomorrow I’ll tell you what you need to know. Tomorrow is Saturday. We’ll get up early. I’ll cook breakfast, and we’ll talk. If you still want me after I’ve told you all there is to tell, I’ll marry you.”
My boyfriend agreed to do as I asked. We separated long enough to peel the waterproof top cover from the bed and toss it into the corner of the room. We decided not to shower. The bedsheets were due to be washed anyway, and I preferred to wake up with the smell of sex in my nose rather than the smell of soap. We got in bed. Lac pulled my back to his front and made me the small spoon. I used my Synth implant to release the latch on the bedroom door. Sam Cooke bounded in and climbed in bed with us. Lac and I had to fend him off to keep from drowning in slobbery dog kisses.
Soon, all three of us were composed to sleep. I got to be in the middle, between my two favorite men, Lacas Menzies and Sam Cooke.
To be continued..
