Ready

The door opens. He is there. I walk in. We kiss. I hug him. He is just in a black jock. His back feels good. His ass – amazing. His hands are starting to undress me.

“No fair being dressed.”

“Theo. You are so right.”

I was soon stripped down to a black leather jock and harness. I quickly put on a collar with a ring in the front. My cock was fighting to get out of the jock. Theo got on his knees. He freed it.

“Fuck, I have wanted this, Bob. Fuck.”

He slipped on a cock ring. My cock got harder. He turned around and impaled himself on my cock. Fuck. It felt good. I knew that it could not be like this all day and night until Friday. But… now is now. And leaving Friday was feeling really problematical to me. Why would I? But, I take this. It was now. This hole. This man. Me fucking him. Him. Us. Natural. We fucked standing up. How hungry we both were for this.

My hands were on his shoulders. Hold this man so I go get my cock as seep as possible into him. This was intense.

“Fuck me Bob, Fuck me. Cream in my cunt. Take it. Take. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

This was animal fucking. Finally I could not resist cumming in this hot, wet pussy.

We stopped. He squatted down. I knew what to do, I went down on my back. He lifted. I scooted under. He lowered his fucked hole on my mouth. I sucked out my load. He stood. Moved back. Maneuvered so we could kiss, pass that cum between us, over and over again. Finally he took it all. Lifted up. I open my mouth. He let cum and spit flow from his mouth to mine. I swallowed.

“Shit, Bob… that was good.”

“Yes.”

“Happy start of your sleepover.”

It was.

Of course, it could not be all sex-all the time. It wasn’t. And that was surely O.K. Why? Because, for me especially, this was an exploration to a gay life that was not on the DL, not restricted to a few minutes. Or, quite frankly, a gay life that was not restricted to sex – though there was a lot in the days ahead. I had to think about the present, the future, not dwell on the past, on lost opportunities – something that Had taken up a lot of my time – the future, the now. His cock, ass, cum…

“Got to take a break, baby. Let me show you our room. Drop off you stuff. Get a drink. Relax. Get to know each other better. Makes some plans. Make out.”

“Sounds good to me.” It did. The first time I had ever come to another man’s place to spend the night --- since sleepovers as a boy, before sex. Well, not if you count a school-boy night in Rumson when David and I compared erections. Too bad neither of us knew what to do next.

But here, I think Thor knew what we should be doing next, and next, and next. And I had a few ideas of what I wanted to do next.

“Bob, of course it is back to “the club”. And we have to go to eat as a couple. And time here to talk. Billy wants to join us. The pizza will be on him. And then the tasks of daily living – eating, showering, pissing – ever do water sports?”

“No, but please.”

“I would love to get into that with you. And in addition to showering, being “clean” and ready to fuck and fist. Though if you are game, I do like just spontaneous ass play.”

“I’d like to try.”

 “Good. Who knows? Maybe it is time for a pig night. Though not tonight. Maybe it is time for a little romance. And for us, some out time. Even though out in time is so good.”

“Yes, please.” My mother always told me to say please and thank you. “Tomorrow?”

“Bob, yes. And Thursday, too.” He took me in his arms. His mouth on mine. We kissed. He led me over to the couch. “The room can wait.”

It did. What was it, thirty minutes of making out, deeply, hard. How much we wanted to be nude. We broke the kiss when I finally got my mouth on his hard cock. His cock. His cock. And got his load.

Then, “Bob, let’s get your stuff in our room and get some supper.”

It was a short walk to a nearby Polish Restaurant. It was amazing to walk in with Theo and know were just not to men have a male friends’ supper. There was more, much more, to this. A frisson of excitement. Expressed publicly by the fact we touched hands across the table? Does anyone notice that sort of thing anymore? As the evening wore on, Theo showed me how male lovers touched. It was the same for male/female couples. Of course. This love was love. Expressed the same way by expressions of physical intimacy. I just had to get over feeling that it was strange, not normal. By evening’s end, my “issues”… gone.

By 10 p.m., well, my clothes were gone. We were drinking a night cap or two or three at the club. Theo, me, three other guys. Three at the bar with the bartender. Two – one in the sling, one fucking the man in the sling. Fucking as a kind of background. The third buy got up from the bar and fed his cock to the man in the sling. Natural. Matter of fact. Noting special. Normal for the club. “What happens,” said the guy tending bar. Thor and I were on our third beer – Alvarium brewed here in New Britain. Touching, and occasional kiss. Not hard by in that in-between state of turgidity. Nice. Both of us.

“Bob, I have to piss.”

“O.K.”

There was a basin like area at the club for WS.

“Bob, here.”

He took me by the hand. Led me to the basin. We got in.

“Honey, please get on your knees. Hold your head up.”

I did.

Then wet and warm.

“Open your mouth.”

I did. Incredible. Thor was pissing in my mouth. Warm. A bit salty. I knew I wanted this. From the tap. He was full from the beer. I swallowed as much as I could.

The bartender joined us. He added his piss to my pleasure. Thor leaned down to kiss me, to taste my lips.

“Sweet, Bob. Like it?

“Yes.”

His cock was erect. He fed my mouth. I wanted his cum added to the piss. I knew that. He pulled out. I had the head of his cock, shining, in front my mouth. I stroked it. I wanted to see and taste the drops of his pre-cum. I wanted to run my tongue around the head, the lick the underside, to have it close so I could be there when he exploded in his orgasm. Stroking the cock while teasing the cock head with the tip of my tongue, I wanted to be able feel the contractions part of sending me his jism. We were there. I was trying to edge him. Keep him on the brink. Savor the hardness. Hold it in that way that gets a man’s cock head to shine.

“Fuck, Bob. So good.”

Then. The first contraction. Followed be the first explosion. Cum on my lips. Some there to drip down my chin. Then, my mouth engulfing him.

“Shit, Bob. Take that load.”

You know I did. His piss. His load. A curiously wonderful combination of flavors, consistencies. The wonder of a hard cock. The wonder of feeling it contract when cumming. A real high. Without poppers. With a few beers. There had never been any sexual connection like this – before. The cumulative impact our recent.

Was I surprised that the other guys were standing around us? Of course, I wasn’t. Sort of thing that I suspected would be “normal” at the club. One of the guys lifted me. One guy fed me his cock. One just impaled me with his. Then – hot piss in my mouth. Hot piss in my ass. Amazing. Was this really happening? Of course it was. The third guy scooted under me so that the guy filling my ass with his piss pulled out, the guy lying in the basin took my ass, lowered it over his mouth so the piss flowing out my cunt cascaded over his face.

“Fuck, Bob. Thank you, man.”

He got to squat right over his face. His tongue was in my ass.

“Fuck, good, fuck, fuck,” was all I could say.

Theo took me by the shoulders, held me, while the guy moved from ass and got in position – his cock right under my hole. Then Theo guided me down to ride cock. This was a good start – an understatement for the evening.” I was so happy sitting on the cock, seeing the other men, smiling at Theo. He brought me a drink.

“Take this, baby, unless your night is done.”

I took it. I hoped the night was done. It wasn’t.

Theo called out, “Jamie,” he was the stud behind the bar. “Can you get out the two squat dildos?” We want to ride”

“Sure Theo.”

“Bob, I know you will like this. We will be riding together. For us. For the boys. Our nightcap at the club. Then we will go home for the night.”

“Anything you want, Theo.”

I wanted to do what he wanted to do. My Theo. My Thor. And I was his.

Jamie brought out two squat, think black dildos. Not so much cocks as huge plus. A good sixed “head” – with a maximum diameter of 4 inches. They a reduction in diameter. Then a gradual increase to 4.5 inches.

“Theo, I have one just like them. Fuck. You know my sweet spot. Funny, the days when it would not fit. Now, often, the first dildo I ride. My good friend.”

“Cool. Bob.”

“Hey Thor get your holes stretched. You are your new pig. We have plans for you.”

“I know you do, Jamie,” Thor replied. “Fuck, I hoped so.”

“Bob, let’s get us and them ready. I’ll show you want we do.”

Why was my breathing, seed and excited? Damn, I was excited. This new life was no going to be just a private life. Theo led a part of his life in public. So was i. This was more than I had hoped.

And here we were. Jamie was getting the dildos ready. And not just dildos. They were attached solidly to a small, raised base. Dropped from the ceiling were two sets of chains with cuffs each. Some very big bottle of J-lube appeared. And extra sling we hung for later.

The cast of characters? Me. Theo. Jamie. The other three men. It would, it seemed by 2 on 1 or 4 on 2 depending on what they wanted to do. And on the floor, Jamie got out some padded restraints for our feet. Two gas masks with canisters.

And ear covers.

“Bob,” explained Jamie, “ this is something we often do here. Get two of us to be a sensory deprivation exercise – no sight, only the very least hearing – where the physical focus is on stretching our holes – using these large dildos to open and stay open – as long as, sometimes more than, thirty minutes – of riding and thrusting. Theo says you will like it. He wants to do it with you.”

“Cool.”

“After the riding, time in a sling. Again with sensory deprivation to focus on what you are experience in your hole – cocks, fists, more dildos.”

Theo said, “ the masks will sometimes just keep us blind, some times feed us poppers, and sometimes, as the Jamie decides, we will be fed into the hoses part of the mask. O.K.?”

“Please. Please…”

“Please?”

“Start.”

“We will. I know I love you man.”

“Same.”

It started.

Theo and I were hooded. The ear covers on. The gas mask would come later. But for now, it was to be led to the dildos. To have many hands lube our ass, probing our holes, invading fingers, gentle, caressing, lubing, lubing, lubing – even one man scotting under to kiss and tongue. No vision. Virtually no hearing. How much more sensual this seemed. And I knew more, much more was to come. We had just begun. From time to time a wet mouth encircled my cock head, then tonguing it, kissing it, then stroking it. My cock. My hole. Amazing. So much attention. And the lack of two senses… how much it seemed to enhance the sense of touch! How to describe what we were living at that moment. A sense of an earthly heaven? The best of caresses? Electricity? All of that. Somehow my ass lips were tingling. Was I really feeling them start to respond, to puff up, and out. Were those the muscles of my first ring contracting and with each contraction loosening, readying themselves for what they and I so wanted> And weren’t my body and my mind joining into one with the observed and the observer one? Fuck yes.

I had never add my ass so touched. I could feel the lubed hands sliding, grabbing, holding, massaging. Intense was the sensation of both wetness and slipperiness. And of their passion for this touching. Two hands, four hands.

Then being maneuvered to receive that amazing touch of a hard cock. A cock looking for and finding another man’s hole. The sliding in because that hole has become a warm, wet pussy wanting nothing more then a cock. All neurons firing, excited. And the hole the vocal point of all your attention.

Was Theo experiencing the same things. I hoped so. But I knew that this was about me and them, and him and them. In some way about the two of us together. I was loving him so much. Thanking him so much for making this moment possible.

When the man stopped fucking me, I could feel two hands working the rim of my hole. Circling it. Opening it. Pulling it out.

Then I was lifted every so slightly. Fuck, I could feel the tip, the large tip, of the squat, black dildo on my hole. Hands were carefully positioning me. Holding my ass up just enough so that all I could feel was the tip. Just the tip.

It was then that a gas mask was put on. The canister was potent.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe.”

I did. One, hold. Two, hold. Three, hold. Four… I was on a high, deep, deep high. These were fresh poppers. Aromatic. Amazing. I was flying.

At that moment, the hands released me. Shit, my eyes were pulsing red. I heart was racing, pounding. Everything was focused on my hole. Its opening, opening, opening – taking the dildo deep, fast, smoothly, like never before, and totally – to the base.

“FUCK!” I shouted. I know it filled the room. It filled my ears. Two hands on shoulders pressed down to keep me impaled – fully. And I wanted that. I moved to add all the weight I could to that pushing down.

The poppers. The stretching. Complete joy. That was what I felt. Abandon. Incredible. I could sense the cultivation of my sloppy, anus, fuck hole.

The huge dildo. Deep in me. To the base. Then hands under my arms. The popper lust on high. The men pulling me; pushing me down. The dildo fucking me. Over and over. Then a lift. I could feel the tip f the dildo trying to fill me hole. I could feel fingers swirling around my ass lips. I could feel myself being lifted up more. Then hands stuffing more lube into, me gaping anus. Then a slight lowering so I could feel the head of the dildo trying but failing to fill me gape. Held there for a few moments. The canister filled with fresh poppers. I could not but inhale. I felt on an incredible edge, edge of what, my mind racing, filled with desire, lust, my heart racing. I felt myself try to push myself down. I need this dildo in me. Now. And then. The hands released me and in one swift motion I slid down the dildo, my hole just opening. No resistance. Down until I hit bottom

They left me there. For how long? I don’t know, but it was a good times.

With a quick lift, the pulled me up. The dildo slipped out. The mask was taken off, the ear coverings, the hood.

“Fuck, guys. What a loose fucking hole. It is just prolapsing out.”

“Get him the sling.”

“Fuck, this pig cunt.”

Yes, I was a pig cunt. I was shaking with desire.

“Fuck that cunt back in.”

I saw one of the guys come up to the end of the sling and just fuck me.”

“Yes. Fuck me. Take me. Wreck my cunt.”

“It is baby.”

I looked over and in the other sling – Thor. Two men working his cock and hole. They squeezed a load out to fist into him.

“Shit, Bob, do we love this?”

“Yes, Thor.”

“Men, double fist Bob, wreck him for me so I have a fucked-out man cunt to play with this week.”

“Shit, Thor. We have just started. Just started.

“I love you, Bob. This is for you.”

I knew it was. Monday night.

And it was not over… yet.