Ring Of Fire

I had no idea what lay ahead for me when I proudly moved into my new apartment. In the preceding months, I had shopped for all the furniture I would require, and my father had allowed me to store my cache in the large storeroom behind the garage at my parents’ home. Thankfully, they had generously contributed to my collection and when the U-Haul arrived at the apartment block, I was tickled pink, if you’ll pardon the expression.

I was particularly pleased about my mums’ anal-retentive hoarding that had always irritated my dad. This resulted in me having all the crockery and cutlery I possibly would need. Although I must honestly admit that most of it wasn’t my taste, mum, nonetheless, got a real kick out of ribbing dad about her foresight in this regard.

I had taken Friday off from work to make the magic happen, and by Saturday afternoon my home was looking great. Having done art as a subject in school, I spoiled myself by framing a few of my pencil studies rather grandly, which gave the apartment a wonderfully finished and sophisticated look.

Shortly after mum and dad left by four that afternoon, I walked around in a trancelike state, imbibing the atmosphere. My reverie then got interrupted when I heard a knock at my door.

“Hi, I’m Ham,” the most divinely masculine creature announced as I opened the door, before continuing, “I’m your next-door neighbour, and I just wanted to introduce myself and welcome you to the block.” Ham was the personification of masculinity.

Strange as his name was, that didn’t enter my mind at this point, as I looked at the thickset hunk and almost choked as I introduced myself, as William, with lust juice almost exploding out of my nuts.

The top of Ham’s head was devoid of hair and he had a sensual short-cropped beard framing the sexiest mouth I had ever seen on a man. As I looked at him, his macho hand got extended in greeting, every lascivious fibre of my being was pleading to get ravished as our hands touched.

After inviting Ham in, he looked around and gasped before saying, “Jesus, your place already looks great, you certainly don’t waste time.”

“Thanks, I only have those two boxes to unpack,” I proudly announced, pointing to two small boxes I needed to unpack in the kitchen.

As Ham’s eyes scanned my lounge, he looked at the collage of intertwined male bodies I had drawn years before and was now grandly framed.  

“That’s fantastic! Do you have the female equivalent?” Ham asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“No, not yet,” I answered with a smile.

“Well… When you do it, consider me as a potential customer,” he gushed. I simply smiled in response.

After more compliments from Ham, he looked at me and said, “Listen, Brody, on Saturday evenings I always order pizza. After all your hard work, would you like to join me at my place tonight for pizza?”  

“That sounds great,” I replied, as my knees grew ever weaker.

“Cool, what do you like on a pizza?” Ham replied.

“Well, I leave that choice up to you. I eat everything,” I assured him, before adding, “How much money do I need to give you?”

“Nothing, consider this my welcome gift,” Ham munificently assured me.

“Wow, thank you. What time should I get to your place?”

“Sevenish… And then after you arrive, I’ll place our order,” he assured me.

After Ham left I had to sit down for a while to compose myself. Much as he had been charming, I didn’t allow myself the luxury of being too hopeful. Ham was, obviously, a straight man, but the thrill of getting to ogle his magnificence again was too compelling.

Imagine arriving at his place and getting ravished by him? I allowed myself to fantasize, as I sat in a stupor in my lounge.

I was so excited, that I only managed to unpack one of the boxes before I took a shower.

Later, when I stood before his front door, my body was quivering with excitement.

As I sat in the lounge sipping my glass of wine from the bottle that I had supplied, I scarcely heard the proclamation of the pizzas he had decided upon ordering. When Ham then sat across from me once the food got ordered, I noticed two things I had not before observed. His knees and elbows looked a little crusty. Not wanting to be rude I didn’t blatantly stare at these oddities. To divert my attention, I decided to ask a question that had now started intriguing me. 

“Ham is an unusual name. I remember a Ham in Dickens’s, David Copperfield, but that’s the only other time I have come across the name,” I proffered.

“Well, my name had nothing to do with Dickens. It is a nickname, as you would suppose, and it was given to me by my sister, who is a few years younger than me. As her speech began to develop, she had a problem with ‘G’ sounds. Subsequently, with my name being Graham, she could only manage the Ham part of my name. This caused great amusement to everyone, and as is the case with nicknames, it stuck,” Ham concluded with a chuckle.

“So, is there a girlfriend in your life?” I now asked, to keep the conversation flowing.

“No, so far relationships haven’t worked out for me. What about you, Brody?”

“Also no relationships, It’s a little complicated for me,” I hastily added.

“Because you’re gay?” Ham gently inquired.

I was stunned but also pleased that the cat was let out of the bag. “Yeah, I busy working that all out,” I responded with a shy smile.

“That’s cool, no problem for me… Sometimes I think that gay men are better off than us straight guys,” he profoundly stated.

“Really?” I inquisitively probed. 

Ham now sat back with a reflective frown on his face, before saying, “Yeah, I do. Men are not as picky as women.”

“In what sense?” I continued probing, completely fascinated by his philosophy.

“Well, as you may have noticed, I suffer from a condition known as eczema,” Ham stated as he pointed to his knees and elbows. Then continuing he said, “To guys, it’s no big deal, but girls often treat me like it’s a sexually transmitted disease.”

The tension of the moment then got interrupted by his doorbell, when our pizzas got delivered.

The conversation now changed to a light-hearted banter as we ate our dinner.

When we finally returned to the lounge I couldn’t resist reintroducing our earlier topic.

Ham now told me that he did have creams to alleviate the crustiness, but also admitted that he sometimes could be rather forgetful.

“It doesn’t look like such a big deal to me… I get it that there is no cure and sympathize with you on that score, but I don’t find it offensive in any way,” I encouragingly assured him.

With a large sigh, Ham then said, “Well, I haven’t to you the full story. Apart from my knees and elbows, and the odd bit of crustiness on my knuckles, I also have eczema on my cock and balls.”

“Is it bad?” I asked.

“Well, my nuts aren’t exactly pretty, but the worst part is the front of my foreskin. The puckered tip is very crusty. I call it my ring of fire,” Ham uttered with a laugh. Ham went on to explain that once his foreskin got retracted, the crusty ring that formed behind his cockhead was like the ultimate ‘Rough Rider’ experience.

Ham then went on to say that most women he had sex with, simply insisted he should wear a condom, which he hated.

The next anecdote he related, however, was intriguing. One of the women he had a brief fling with, initially loved the ring of fire. After a particularly rough night of sex, however, her pussy was so sore that she too insisted on condoms, after that.

 “Is it honestly that bad?” I mischievously asked, hopeful of an expose.

Ham now looked at me intensely. Slowly, as a naughty smile broke out on his face I knew I was in luck.

Next, Ham arose and casually sauntered over to where I was sitting. As he stood before me there was a strange horniness in his beautiful eyes. Ham then removed his t-shirt and tossed it to the side. His hairy torso was even more stunning than I had anticipated. Ham was in no hurry, and the sensuality of his movements now became surreal.

His eyes were screaming; I know you want me, as his hands slowly moved down the sides of his lower torso. His fingers then nestled into the band of his shorts, before a glacial descent commenced. I could see his chest begin to heave with excitement as he enticed me with his dreamlike seduction.

“Why don’t you tell me how bad it is,” Ham suggestively whispered as the southerly reveal made me crazy with lust. How I restrained myself from ripping his short down, I will never know. As the shorts and underpants had descended far enough to reveal the top of his cock shaft my mouth was watering. Inch by inch, the thickness of his shaft foretold that Ham had a substantial dick.

On an impulse, I moved my head forward to inhale the fragrance of his furry bush.

His right hand quickly pushed my forehead back, as Ham reprimanded me, “Don’t be greedy, good things come to those who are patient.”

When the phallus with the crusty lips finally sprang upward, I was shivering with excitement.

“Lick it, boy, show me that men are better than women,” Ham grunted.

I didn’t give a fuck at this point, and as I licked the crustiness it was irrelevant in my life. ‘Warts and all,’ I had never been more excited, and I wasn’t going to miss out on one second of this bit of good luck.

Strangely, the roughness of the foreskin wasn’t off-putting, as my tongue dipped into his cove of mustiness. By now, my right hand had commenced fondling his nuts, and their roughness didn’t faze me at all. These silly flaws did not detract from the magnificence of Ham.   

Taking a breather, I looked up his and said, “What have all the bitches been complaining about. There is nothing wrong with you.”

“Yeah, but you can handle the ring of fire, Brody?”

“Ham, I could care if St. Elmo’s Fire burns up my arse,” I replied.

“So… No condoms?” he quizzically asked.

“Don’t you even think of using a condom,” I chuckled.

Ham no took control of his dick and encircled my lips with the crusty overhang. The abrasive sensation was incredible and it was apparent that Ham was enjoying himself.  

“Yeah, let’s give these lips a good demaplaning before I scour your arse,” Ham lustfully mumbled. Widening his range, my cheeks and nose now also got burnished, before Ham’s cock sought entry into my mouth. The feeling of the abrasive foreskin on my tongue was awesome, and shorty, the back of my throat also got tickled. The entire experience was becoming more and more erotic.

When I finally got a breather, I cupped Ham’s nuts and commenced licking them. Ham instantly began to groan loudly, enhancing the pleasure that we both were experiencing. The scratchy skin of his nuts felt unbelievable on my tongue, and I could have continued like this for another hour.  

Several minutes later, however, Ham announced that he was becoming overexcited, and desperately wanted to fuck my backside.

I now quickly removed my clothing and knelt on the seat of the chair in the doggy position. As I leaned on the backrest, Ham moved up and began tantalizing my portal with the scratchy hood of his cock.

Once the head of his cock got wedged, the crusty ring lodged itself firmly against my arse lips. As Ham tightened his grasp on my hips, I felt his cock-head sliding through the abrasive sheath and pop into my arsehole.

In the momentary pause that followed, I knew that the ring of fire would soon be on the way.  As the pressure began to build, the expanded ring of fire nudged ever forward. It wasn’t comfortable, but not as bad as I feared. I did my best to send the right signals to Ham and groaned as appreciatively as my discomfort would allow.   

Once Ham was all in, he checked with me to see that all was in order.

“Yeah, I’m ready for you to ignite my arse,” I bravely uttered.

Fortunately, Ham was restrained, to begin with, and my backside was given enough time to adapt. After that, Ham slowly built up his thrusting, which I began to enjoy more and more, and soon the ring was making my arse sing with pleasure. By the time Ham began to spear his cock in and out of me, I scarcely had to touch my dick before I unloaded. Within moments, Ham also shot his load.

Afterward, Ham surprised me by saying, “I’d like you to spend the night.”

“I would love to, if you kiss me,” I cheekily answered.

“Nah, I don’t think that is possible,” he countered, before jokingly adding, “I’m not sure I want to kiss someone who had had my crusty cock in their mouth.” We both burst out laughing.

“I’m sure the bed in my room is going to be a lot more comfortable. Let’s finish our drinks and more through,” Ham said with a smile, before leaning over and kissing me.

That was the best evening of my life. Best of all, many more crusty nights followed.