It's Like Dinner for Two, You Only Eat Half

Dave:  Hey, come on in.

Reid:   (narrator) Thanks.

Dave:  Based on our chat, I didn’t know if you would actually show.

Reid:   Yeah, I’m a little nervous. But you seem like a nice guy, and I really want to try this.

Dave:  Don’t worry. The key is going slow, an we’ve both got all afternoon. Can I offer you something to drink? Maybe something to calm the nerves?

Reid:   I’m not that into day drinking. But yeah, a drink sounds perfect.

Dave:  I’ve got beer, wine, a full bar. Just name your poison.

Reid:   Red wine would be good. I’m not sure a carbonated drink would be a good idea.

Dave:  Coming right up.

Dave went into what looked like a large, walk-in pantry and emerged with a bottle of red wine. With casual aplomb, he gently removed the cork, pulled a couple of wine glasses from an upper cabinet, and poured two rather generous servings of wine. He motioned to the couch.

Dave:  I remember my first time. I wasn’t scared so much as just nervous. Could I manage it? Would it hurt? Would I enjoy it? Would my cleansing routine prove to be sufficient? Here’s the key. Just relax and let whatever happens just happen. I’m going to cheer you on, but I am in no way going to pressure you. If it turns out to not be your thing, no harm, no foul. OK?

Reid:   Yep. That list sounds familiar. It’s just, I’ve seen it so much in porn, and it fucking turns me on. I guess it’s a trust issue, and I want somebody who is willing to be patient with me. You’re the first person I’ve chatted with online that didn’t fall into the wham-bam, now get out of my house category. Maybe, it’s that you are older.

Dave:  A certain patience comes with age. Plus, I’ve broken in a couple of young men before. So, I hardly have pro status, but it ain’t my first rodeo either.

Reid:   How did it work out with them?

Dave:  Fifty fifty. One loved it, and he keeps calling for more. The other cried, left in embarrassment, and I’ve never heard from him again.

Reid:   Whew! Well, I sure hope I fare better than that.

Dave:  You seem like a trooper. You’re gonna do just fine. It’s a beautiful afternoon. Let’s take our clothes off and go sit in the pool.

Reid:   Sure.

We set our drinks down and stripped right there in the living room. Dave was every bit what his pics indicated he would be. Tall, well built, but not overly muscular. A perfect dusting of dark brown chest hair and a killer smile that alternated between All-American apple pie and mischievous deviant. His dick was soft but hung prodigiously between a pair of clean-shaven low hangers. I, on the other hand, was hard as a rock.

Dave:  Damn! I could lead you around by that thing. I remember when my erection went straight up instead of straight out. It’s great, except when you have morning wood and really need to pee. Then, it’s total hell.

Reid:   The angle and the upward curve are popular attributes.

Dave:  I bet! (leading me through the house to the backyard)

Reid:   Nice yard.

Dave:  Don’t worry. Between the landscaping and the fence, the neighbors can’t see a thing.

Reid:   Oh my gawd. It’s warm.

Dave:  My friends tease me that I keep the pool at bathtub temperature, and I have a gas bill that validates their point.

Reid:   I could get used to this.

Dave:  (nodding toward my dick) I could get used to this as well.

Dave leaned over and slowly stroked by cock. I shuttered at his touch. The anticipation of the afternoon had me pent up with sexual anxiety, and although it felt good, I was a little taken aback by how reactive my body was to his caress.

Dave:  Come sit here on this step.

I did as I was told, and Dave sat behind me one step up. He proceeded to rub my neck and shoulders.

Dave:  I gotta get you to relax. Tension isn’t going to help. Just drink your wine, enjoy the sun, and let my hands knead the stress out of you. Just let the apprehension go and have some fun.

My head tilted forward as Dave’s thumbs pushed deep into my shoulder blades. I moaned as my body became Play-Doh in his hands. The seduction was taking hold, and I could feel myself giving over to his charm and his leadership of our mutual goal for the afternoon. He leaned in and kissed me on the ear. I could feel his dickhead rubbing on my back in rhythm with the strokes of the backrub. He directed me to turn and face him. As I drank the rest of my wine, he rubbed my feet, further releasing the tension in my body. His touch felt good, and by now, somewhat familiar.

Dave:  Come on. Let’s get this show on the road.

I tipped the wine glass skyward and gulped the last bit. Dave handed me a rolled towel, and after drying off, he led me through the kitchen and down a flight of steep, narrow stairs. It wasn’t a dungeon so much as it was a neatly organized washroom with a leather sling hanging from the wood joists above.

Dave:  Hop up and make yourself comfortable. The key here is communication. You need to tell me what you are feeling. Intensity is fine, but pain is typically a bad sign. We’ve got all afternoon. There is no rush at all.

Reid:   I’m good with that.

Dave:  You’re not a virgin. So, I take it you’ve had some dicks up your ass.

Reid:   Yeah, and some pretty big ones too. I have a dildo at home I like to use, but it’s like a regular sized dick. Nothing huge.

Dave:  Well, that’s a start. Slide down so your ass is just hanging out over the edge of the sling and put your feet up here on the chains. I have ankle cuffs if that’s more comfortable for you.

Dave smeared lube on his left fingers and started circling my asshole with his index finger. I let out an appreciative moan and my sphincter relaxed enough that the digit slipped right in. He slowly moved his finger in and out of my ass making sure copious amounts of lube were coating my insides. We had just started, and my dick was leaking precum like a motherfucker. He gently inserted his middle finger doubling the pleasure inside my ass.

Just as my ass was opening up to accommodate him, he slowly pulled out and moved around to my left side. He applied more lube, reached around my leg and the chain putting the two fingers back in my ass. He leaned down to kiss me, and I kissed him back with passion, anticipation, and trepidation. He moved down and started nibbling on my left tit. The pain was like an electric shock to my dick causing it to flop like a fish out of water. He could see the effect and laughed a bit at my expense as he nibbled me into delirium.

While distracted by Dave’s nipple chewing, he managed to slip a third finger in my ass and stretch my hole even further. His movements were slow and deliberate, like the backrub in the pool. And my ass was doing nothing to stop the gliding assault. The pool of precum lacked the viscosity to stay balanced on my abs and started to run down my side. Dave quickly bent down and licked it with his tongue following the trail to its source.

He pulled out again, added yet more lube, and from the far side of the sling managed four fingers in my ass.

Dave:  How ya doin’?

Reid:   Oh my god that feels great. The tit-play was a perfect distraction.

Dave:  Good. I’ll remember that. I’m going to switch it up now and put a toy up your ass so we can work you a little deeper.

He went over to a utility sink and washed the lube off his hands. He picked up a curved metal rod with two different sized balls at the ends. He ran it under the hot water for about thirty seconds. He dragged a stool over in front of my ass and lubed up the metal toy.

Dave:  I’m going to start with the small end. This will feel warm and very pleasurable.

The small end slipped in easily with the warm-up Dave’s fingers had given my ass. He started with small oscillations, but slowly increased the depth of the strokes. The curve caused the toy to press up against my prostate with perfect pressure. The heat radiating from the steel rod made the experience so much better than a room-temperature dildo.

Dave pulled it out, turned it around, and pushed the large end in. By this time, my prostate gland was swelling up and getting rather sensitive. As the warm orb passed by it, my guts were on fire with pleasure. While Dave’s left hand kept a steady drumbeat against my prostate with the toy, his right hand pulled my aching dick up enough to get his mouth around it. He bobbed up and down on my dick in perfect timing to the assault on my ass. I was in heaven.

Dave:  We’re gonna have to stop, or I’m going to tip you over the edge.

Reid:   Ya think? Fuck! What IS that thing?

Dave:  It’s called a Pure Wand. It’s one of my favorites.

Reid:   I can see why.

Dave:  So far, so good?

Reid:   Yeah. My ass is feeling great.

Dave:  Good. I’m going to stretch you out even further with some dildos. Not steel this time. Softer, but certainly larger. You ready?

Reid:   Bring it on.

Dave picked up a large dildo with a handle at the end and poured lube all over it. He smeared the lube all over the dildo ensuring total coverage and wiped what was leftover on my ass. The insertion wasn’t as smooth as the metal toy, but once we passed the sphincter, the shaft of the dildo slid in my chute with little resistance. Using the handle, Dave twisted the dildo sending my ass into high gear. He gently slid the dildo back and forth working my ass into a dilated state. He slid it all the way out and held it up to the light to appraise it.

Reid:   Clean?

Dave:  Yep. No shit. No blood. You must have cleaned out pretty good.

Reid:   I did my best, but you never know.

Dave:  Don’t worry. If it gets messy, I’ve got douche bags and we can fix you right up. OK? Up to this point, it’s all been fun and games. But now, the big boys are coming out.

Dave picked up a dildo that was about the same length as the last one, but it was fucking thick. My eyes must have bugged out at the sight of it. He let out a little laugh and shook his head.

Dave:  Remember, you need to say something if this gets painful. This bad boy is no walk in the park, but with what I’ve put you through already, you should be able to take it. I’ll go slow.

Reid:   OK.

This time he came around to my right side. With the lubed monster in his right hand he reached between my legs and started pushing the fat, plastic mushroom head up against my hole. I could tell this wasn’t going to be easy. Dave revved up the distraction machine again and started flicking my right tit with the tip of his tongue. The brain is a magnificent machine that can multitask to a great degree. But Dave split my focus between my tit and my ass, and when my ass wasn’t giving way to the larger dildo, he bit my nipple with brute force while simultaneously applying extreme pressure to the dildo. My ass somehow forgot to resist, and the dildo crashed through my sphincter causing me to scream not from pain but from pure shock! Dave lifted his head up from my tit to lock eyes with me and make sure I was OK.

Dave:  That distraction technique really does work!

Reid:   Bastard. My ass feels tricked.

Dave:  Seriously. Are you OK?

Reid:   As good as I can be with a pachyderm dick up my ass.

Dave:  Oh, I’ve got a bigger one coming next. You’re not done yet.

Reid:   I know. We aren’t done till the goal is achieved.

Dave:  Onward!

During our little conversation, Dave had held the dildo still allowing my ass to adjust to its new state of fullness. With care and trepidation, he slowly moved the dildo in and out of my ass. As he did so, he placed his head under my chin and started licking my neck with slow swipes of his tongue. The brutal assault of the dildo contrasted with the feathery touches of his tongue. Once again, my sensations were split, and my body just gave way to both the pleasure and the pain. After a while, the dildo was sliding with ease, and Dave assumed it had run its course and slowly removed it.

Dave:  Still clear.

Reid:   Amazing. I thought you might pull and organ out with that thing.

Dave:  Nah. Your ass is loving it.

Reid:   Yeah, this is a lot more work than I thought it was going to be. Porn makes it look so easy. But I’m having a fun time.

Dave:  Good. I don’t want you to lose the dilation, so I’m going to put a butt plug in your ass while we take a break.

Dave pulled out a huge black butt plug. The base was clearly wider than the last dildo. He practically drowned the thing in lube.

Dave:  I want you to take a huge breath, and when I tell you to, I want you to expel it slowly and completely.

Reid:   Got it.

Dave:  Big breath. More. More. OK. Now exhale.

Dave pushed the butt plug in my ass and the first part went in rather easily. But as it got to the large end, it just wouldn’t seem to get over the lip at the end that locks it into place. We did the breathing exercise several times, and each time, it felt like it was going just a bit further.

Dave:  OK. One last time. We’re going to do it this time. Biggest breath ever. OK?

I nodded, and took a huge breath. Instead of looking at the butt plug, Dave stared straight at me. His look was like a husband conducting Lamaze on his wife while she was going through natural childbirth. He just had this look of faith that I could do this. I locked onto his confidence and as I pushed the last molecule of oxygen out of my lungs, POP! The butt plug slid past the sphincter mercifully releasing the tension. My first thought was GOOD. My second thought was, how the hell am I ever getting this out of my butt?

Dave helped me out of the sling and placed me down on the stool he had used earlier. I could feel the blood rushing into my legs after they had been elevated for so long. Being upright felt good.

Dave:  I’m going to get us some water. You stay put.

Reid:   With forty pounds of black plastic up my butt, I’m not sure I could go anywhere, even if I wanted to.

Dave returned handing me a glass of water, which I greedily gulped down. I hadn’t realized how exhausting this whole scenario had been.

Dave:  Here, let me get you another glass.

Reid:   Thanks.

Dave:  (returning with the glass) We’ve got one more dildo, and I think you’re ready. But, let’s rest a bit. You’ve been a real trooper, but I’ve wrecked your ass pretty hard.

Reid:   Yes, you have. But I appreciate the patience and the determination. I’m quite sure I wouldn’t be this far on my own. So, how do these porn stars do it?

Dave:  Practice, I guess. I failed the first time I tried. When I finally succeeded, it took almost three hours. The second time was much easier. By the third time, I wasn’t a pro, but it wasn’t a big ordeal. Have you ever done it to someone else?

Reid:   Nope. Never had the opportunity.

Dave:  Maybe we can fix that.

Dave came around behind me and rubbed my neck and shoulders like he did in the pool. His hands felt great. I was glad I found someone like him to guide me through this.

Dave:  OK. Back up on the horse.

Reid:   Yes sir!

Dave:  That’s the spirit.

Dave helped me back up into the sling. It wasn’t easy with the extra-large butt plug in my ass. My range of motion was somewhat limited. I noticed for the first time since my clothes had come off, I had lost my erection. I guess I had settled down into the hard work of making this happen and wasn’t so sexually charged by the anticipation of the unknown.

Dave:  You’re going to need to relax for me to pull this out. It’s sort of like ripping a band-aid off. The quicker you do it, the better off you are.

Reid:   That is so NOT encouraging.

Dave:  Relax. You’ll be fine.

Dave used both hands to grip the end of the butt plug and started applying pressure like he was taking up the slack on a tug-of-war rope before the whistle blew. He braced the back side of his elbows against my ass to prevent the sling from moving, and using his forearms as dual levers, he forcefully pried the mass out of my ass in one smooth movement. The pressure was immense, but honestly, it wasn’t that bad. I could hear drips of lube running out my ass and splatting on the floor. The sense of relief was the greatest pleasure I had felt all day.

Dave:  Damn! That ass is dilated. You could drive a Mack truck up that thing.

Reid:   Thanks, I guess.

Dave:  OK. Last dildo.

Dave pulled out this laughably huge dildo. It was equally as thick as the last one, but this was a double dildo with a head at both ends. He laid it on my chest, and it went from chin to balls covering the full length of my torso. I burst out in an uncomfortable laugh. I had developed a level of trust in Dave over the last couple of hours, but I wasn’t so sure about this.

Reid:   You aren’t planning to put that whole thing in me, are you?

Dave:  It’s like dinner for two. You only eat half.

Dave lubed it up. After the butt plug, the girth wasn’t much of a problem. The equivalent length of the previous dildo went in pretty easily as well. But then, we reached new depths with the dildo I had named in my head “Dinner for Two.” It was as if my insides were being rearranged. Dave was taking it slow, but with each stroke he was hitting a wall with how far I could take it. When he got to the stopping point, he would jiggle the dildo such that it vibrated my insides. It was like a soft jackhammer trying to bust through the cave wall of my innards.

Dave:  You don’t look so good. Is it hurting?

Reid:   Not so much hurting. It just doesn’t feel good.

Dave:  OK. Well, that tells us a limit. I’m going to back off a bit and start stroking you with it.

Dave decreased the depth of the strokes and started a mild fucking of my ass with the Dinner for Two. At first, the exercise was more of an endurance test, but as the fucking progressed, my ass started warming up to it. My dick was coming back to life, and my breathing was starting to get heavy. Dave started twisting the dildo as he picked up the pace. I finally had to raise a hand.

Dave:  Not good?

Reid:   Fuck no. Too good. If you keep going, I’m going to bust my load.

Dave:  Alrighty! I think you are ready.

Dave put the Dinner for Two in the utility sink and washed the lube off his hands. He dried them thoroughly and lightly sprinkled baby power on them rubbing it up to his elbows. He opened a drawer and pulled out long, black rubber gloves. They weren’t loose like kitchen gloves. They were extremely tight and conformed to the exact shape of his hands and forearms. He reached for a squeeze bottle that was full of what looked like Karo syrup and poured copious amounts all over the gloves. He rubbed his hands together pulling the sticky goo in viscous strands between them.

The moment had arrived. This is what I had been training for all afternoon. My heart was racing, and my dick was throbbing. I couldn’t remember a period of stimulation this long without release in my life. The cum was storing up in my balls, and when they finally let loose, it was going to be a torrent.

Dave:  Ready?

Reid:   Hell yeah!

Dave started with a couple of fingers, quickly increasing to four. He tucked the thumb in his palm and started pushing the breadth of his knuckles up against my sphincter. It was like he was knocking on the door of my insides. I tried to convince myself that his hands were no bigger than the end of that butt plug, but all the mental calculations in my head did nothing to relax my muscles and let him through. I started trying the breathing exercises, and even those weren’t working.

Dave:  Stop worrying. It’s gonna happen. Just relax. You got this.

Dave pushed, and the sling would push back with the pressure. He would ease up, and the sling would swing forward. The motion was slow and gentle, like rocking a baby. The pressure up against my ass felt great. And then, on a downward swing, Dave locked his elbow and my ass swallowed that fist in one mighty gulp. I let out a scream that had to be heard several houses away. My eyes flew open, and before I even knew what was happening, I shot the biggest cum fountain of my life without anything touching my dick.

Dave immediately stopped all motion allowing my chute to recover. The pressure up against my swollen prostate was so great, it felt like an ejaculation-free, continuous orgasm. My body had never experienced anything so intense.

Dave:  Breathe. Get control of your body. You’re fine.

Reid:   Holy shit! I’ve never come like that.

Dave:  It was a sight to behold.

Reid:   I didn’t even fuckin’ touch myself.

Dave:  Yeah. That’s because it was a 100% prostate stimulation orgasm. The strongest kind there is. You wanted to know what this was all about. Well, now you know. My hands are covered in lube. Wipe that cum up with your fingers and feed it to me.

I scooped up puddle after puddle of cum and held it up for Dave to lick off my fingers. All the while, his hand was motionlessly entombed in my gut. I’ve had guys swallow my cum before. I’ve had them lick it off my body, but I’ve never fed my cum to anyone. I felt like a momma bird feeding her horny little chick some sex sauce. The entire ritual of it was a massive turn on.

Dave:  Damn. That’s tasty.

Reid:   There’s more where that came from.

Dave:  Really? My god. I would have thought that load would have drained your balls for a good long time.

Reid:   I don’t know. But why don’t we find out.

Dave:  I’m going to hold my hand absolutely still. I want you to take your feet off the chains and put them on my shoulders. Push the sling back and forth using your legs so you can control the depth and speed. Take it slow.

I started pushing my ass off Dave’s hand. I could feel the pressure of the knuckles as they pressed up against my sphincter. As I released the pressure, I could feel his hand slowly plunging back into my gut. As I repeated the motion, the sensation of pleasure blossomed, and the pain had either gone away, or my body had just become numb to it. I ramped up the pace and used the momentum of the motion to allow Dave’s hand to reach further into me.

I started the day scared and doubtful I could even do this. Dave had brought me to a place I don’t think I would have ever experienced without him. Had I tried this with someone less patient, it probably would have gone badly, and I would have never tried it again. Unknowingly, I would have missed out on such an amazing experience.

Dave:  You’re obviously feeling pretty comfortable with this. Do you mind if I take over?

Reid:   Not at all.

I put my feet back on the chains and Dave starting boldly fisting me. The prep was over. The take-it-slow was over. The are-you-OK was over. I had gotten over the fear. I had gotten over the initial reaction of the instantaneous, hands-free cum fountain. And my ass was takin’ it like a champ. Dave gave a good solid slow push and came to a stop.

Dave:  Reid. Sit up. I want you to see something.

Reid:   What?

Dave:  Just look.

I craned my neck and could see the inner fold of his elbow nestled up against the hairs of my ass.

Reid:   Holy shit! Where’s the glove?

Dave:  Yep. You are literally elbow deep right now. And on your first try. Your ass is amazing.

Reid:   We can do the mutual admiration society thing later. Right now, I just want you to fuck me until I cum again.

Without hesitation, Dave started fucking me the full length of his forearm. As he hit the sphincter, he would reverse course and plunge right back in. Eventually, he started pulling his fist about halfway through the sphincter holding back just enough to make sure it never popped out. The alternation between the stretch of the opening and the plunging of my gut just sent me over the edge. All the while, my swollen prostate was just being tortured by the high pressure at the upper part of the forearm, followed by the relatively low pressure of the wrist, followed by the hard bone of the knuckles. The one, two, three punch was driving me wild.

I was jacking my cock while Dave continued to assault my ass. From my screams and near hyperventilation, Dave could tell this was all about to come crashing down hard. He balled up his fist widening the battering ram and massively increasing the pressure on the inside of my gut. The pace quickened. The pressure increased. The pull at the end was augmented with a twist of the knuckles. My body was in total overload.

Dave:  (Screaming) DO IT! FUCKING CUM! FUCKIN’ BLOW THAT LOAD!

I screamed, but this time not from shock, but pure bliss. The first volley hit the bottom of my chin with a splat. I tilted my head forward just in time for the second rope to land a bullseye hit directly in my mouth.

Reid:   Stop!

Dave went motionless while my cock convulsed cum shot after cum shot. It was like he had found an endless reservoir of semen and his arm was the rig that struck the Spindletop gusher of ejaculant.  

Dave:  Holy fuck! I haven’t seen this much cum come out of anyone in a long time, if ever.

Reid:   OK. My ass is over. Can we slowly vacate?

Dave: No problem.

Dave slowly backed out of my ass carefully twisting his knuckles through the hole in a quick, but merciful jolt of pain. The empty cavern in my gut was convulsing to the rhythm of a drummer who was no longer there. My heart was beating so fast, it was like I had just completed a long series of sprints. My entire body was covered in sweat and cum.

Dave removed the gloves and washed his hands. He came back over to my right side, bent over, and starting licking cum off my chest. My breathing had almost returned to normal, and he turned to kiss me with a mouth full of my own cum. It was a tasty kiss of victory. A goal achieved. A fear conquered. A bucket-list checkbox marked off. I was sick of just watching other people’s pleasure in porn. I wanted it for myself. And thanks to Dave’s generosity, that pleasure was mine.

Reid:   Oh my god, that was good. But what about you?

Dave:  Reid, you are going to need to rest up and rehydrate for half an hour just to drive yourself home. You are in no condition to conduct another sexual act for quite a while.

Reid:   Well, you have a point.

Dave:  Don’t worry, next time it’s going to be your fist elbow deep in my ass.

Reid:   It’s a deal. Can I get some water?