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Free!

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Other men!

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My hole free for them. Perfect.

In my buddy’s playroom. Dark, except for some strategically placed lights. He has a low table in one corner of the room. A great place to be on all fours to get fucked or fisted. A great place to squat to be fisted. A place that I have much enjoyed over the years as my buddy – Hal – took me from a neophyte, just discovering that I was gay, to being a gay pig. A fist pig.

Prepared. You have to be prepared as a bottom. Unless your top likes to fuck, to fist a dirty hole. Some do. Or you are into scat. Not quite there for me. So I am as clean as I can get. And I like the process. A kind of prelude. It starts getting my hole ready. And after the cleaning, some CDB Boof suppositories to further ready my hole. That hole has to be, wants to be ready. Like a good cunt. Like the cunt Hal has made it into.

Then the leather chest harness, the leather jock with the red stripe. The red stripe helps cut through the questions when I can get out to play in public, though a yellow one would also be telling the truth. And a cock ring. Hal does like to free my cock. And he likes it hard. The ring helps. Until the poopers take over. I love the feeling of my hard cock wanting to explode from the pressure… almost as much as loving that feeling when it starts to run pre-cum and then really explodes with my load. Even when under the influence of poppers. Hal does his best to take it himself, in his hungry mouth, or get it in his palm, to feed me that sweet juice. And he will feed his load, of course, and I like it so much when he gets from my just fucked hole.

It was last Sunday. A Sunday in late 2019. 3 p.m. The wife at work. Hal had been married. Now divorced. Hal – 6’ 2”, 220, built, extra-large hands, good hands, 6”, thick, cut, luscious cock head, good cummer, 55. Black. Handsome. We had been meeting regularly in his play area for the last six years. As often as three times a week.

Me – 5’ 10”, 180, OK body, nice ass, small, so the contrast of fist and wrist all the better, my cock, 6”, thick, and I cum and pre-cum, and a lot thanks to his ministrations, 60. Still married. White. And I love worshipping this black stud, god.  Married. But, what the fuck. A gay pig now. On the down low. For how much longer? If money were not an object.

Hal does not mind taking control of my married ass, though he might like it better were we married, but then, would that old hetero sex boredom raise its ugly head as gay sex boredom? I doubt. After six years we fuck and fist like teenagers. Intense. Almost abandoned. Sometimes frenzied. Married would mean no limits. I want that. He does too.

No way to find that out for now. The wife works enough to give me the opportunity to take Hal’s cum, cock, and fists at least two times a week, sometimes more. And there was the long weekend when I got lucky and the wife went to her college reunion. Hal took and wrecked my ass for three days. That was the time he introduced me to CDB in in my hole, and more, and the first time my hole started to bloom out. But that would be another story. Maybe I will write that one. A great weekend. Three years ago. Shit. Will I ever forget the punch fucking? No. Nor the one last Sunday.

This past Sunday… Down the stairs…

“Hey Bob. Up on the table.”

“Hey, Hal. Yes.”

We had time, but I wanted to be up on the table.

“Squat down and just let that hole relax.”

I did. As I was doing this, he raised my arms up to attach the rings on my leather wrist bands to some strategically place hooks in his ceiling He strapped on some pads that would hold up my thighs, put on some straps to hold my ankles. There were some chains on the ankles. Our home-made suspension sling made out of saddle and riding harness and chains from Tractor Supply. When I was in this sling, my ass was so fucking accessible – the whole point of it. And when suspended over the table… you know what my ass is for…

“Damn, I love it when we get me like this.”

“I know you do. Just relax. Pig brother. Let Hal take you where you want to go. Now, let me put this ball gag in your mouth. And the eyeless gas mask. The canister of poppers. Later. When I decide.”

Just before the gag goes in, I get out the words. “Thank you. Take me. Don’t stop until you want to Hall, lover.” Then all I can do is grunt. The gas mask goes on and over the eyeless gas mask Hal puts on sound suppressing earphones connected to a microphone. All I will hear is what he wants me to hear. And to be blind. To be so focused on this lovemaking. Fuck, this is so good.

So, I am semi-suspended, no way of talking, blind and almost with no ability to hear – sensory deprivation. I feel his hands on my body. Touching my shoulders, chest, nipples, ass, thighs… I know my cock is hard, but it is restrained in the jock. The touch is light. Caresses. Teasing, Sensual. Erotic. Lovemaking. Then I feel his hands stat to lube my hole. Inserting, circling, opening. Sweet feeling. Full of anticipation. More lube. Now he uses a special “hypodermic” to deep lube my pussy. His touching is starting its transformation for today into a pussy, a cunt, not a hole, beginning is transformation from a “hole” to a slit, emphasizing how it is becoming more of a slash with each time he fists me.

There is no talking, no music, it is virtually silent as he wants it. I har his breathing. We begin to breathe together, so much a part of my being one with Hal, and him being one with me. I am hanging there. My only connection to the ground other that chains that hold me– his hands. Then, the first time he attaches a canister to the gas mask.

“Breathe deeply,” I hear him through the headphones.

I do. The fist hit of poppers begins to flow through my lungs to my brain. I feel that flush of lust. I feel my pussy respond, relaxing. A second breath. Then the canister is removed.

“Beautiful. Push out. Push it put lover. Let me so your cunt lips.”

I do.

“So hot. Your pussy lips are puffy, growing. The first red of your bloom. Push.”

I do.

His fingers caress my pussy lips. Two, three fingers then enter me. Come out. Line each pussy lip. Pull on them. I am in lust. He stops. I feel him begin to insert one our very big dildos – squat, 3+  inches in diameter around the base of its “head”, 4.0 inches at the widest. A sweet dildo to ride. I am suspended there. All I have to do is be there. All he has to do is begin to insert it, finally getting in me so I can do is ride it, suspended, my body weight now in command. The beautiful stretch. Beautiful gravity.

“Bob, hang there for me love. You will just ride down it. I have put the canister back on. Breathe, breathe.”

I do. Incredible. Just to be stretched. My pussy so hungry to be full this way. Three breaths. So fucking excited. It slides in. I love this. The canister comes off. His hands are everywhere. He takes my cock in his mouth. His hands are on my chest. My ass. He is covering my body with the Boy Butter he so loves. Slick. Hanging. Impaled.  I feel him lowering me on the dildo. It is so wonderful that he can raise and lower me when we do this. Deep. Deep. To its widest point. Widest. Sweetest.

“I love you, man. I love your ass. I love you!”

I cannot reply. Of course. Only a grunt.

“I hear you. I am going to leave you here for a few minutes so your pussy can feel the stretch. Can embrace the stretch. Be the stretch. Closer to no resistance for this dildo…”

I trusted this man. And I loved the singular feeling of be stretched. The only movement now was what I could engender myself. And I could. I could lift myself up. And so fuck myself. I did. Maybe four inches up. Not enough to have the dildo come out. Why would I want that? But enough to feel the wonder of being fucked. I sometimes did this in my home playroom when alone. In fact, at home this same dildo was one of basics. My ass was on fire now. Fucking myself. My cunt. My cunt.

The canister was silently remounted. My already deep breathing made the new wave of poppers rush in. The effect was a frenzied self fucking. But this time with Hal’s hands on my body. I felt my cock start to flow cum as the dildo massaged my prostate. I felt his mouth on my cock – just enough so Hal could imbibe my love juices. In heaven. Flowing. How I like to cum now. As a pig.

Then I was lifted up off the dildo. Was it thirty minutes on the dildo? I had lost track of time. The dildo came out. I felt my hole just stay as it was. Open. Dripping.  I knew what was next – his upraised fist! I would fist fuck myself on Hal’s fist. Poppered up. More, I hoped. My frenzy doubled as I felt his coned fist slip into my loose and hungry and insatiable cunt. His elbow was firm in the table. I was poised there. Him in me.

The silence was beautiful because this was about fisting. Blind, almost deaf, so focused. Just the sound of his breathing. I love this man. I love what he does to me. What he has done with me, to me.

Now I felt being listed a bit higher. Higher. No contact with the table. Hanging. Totally at his mercy. I love this man. I knew he was going to stand so he could actively fist me.

He did!

Punch fucking me. Counting. 10, 25, 50… 75… 100. Helping he reach the point where I could feel his single fist just enter me. A pause, then new counting as he double fisted me, 10, 20, 30, 40, 50. Then that incredible void.

“Push”

I did.

“Shit you should see your rosebud, fucking hot prolapse. Inches out baby.”

Then quiet as he massaged my prolapse, then put his head so he could eat my cunt.

“Push baby. Keep the prolapse out. You may never close.”

Maybe, part of me, hoped so. Just a pussy. Just a cunt. In any event I did nt want to close now. I wanted to bloom out, express my prolapse. Let gravity use its power to pull it out while I put pressure on it pushing.

“My hands are all over your rose, baby. Both hands. Now my tongue.” He was circling my prolapse with his hands.

But he did overcome the force of gravity. He slid it back in me. Then lowered me so my back was on the table. He took of the hood. He undid the restraints. Took of the gag. I was wasted. But so happy. And he was so busy, his mouth on my pussy. Kissing, his tongue dancing over my distended pussy lips. He nibbled my nipples. He took my cock in his mouth. He moved to feed me his cock. Then. Standing at my feet he started to fuck my totally wrecked hole. His cock was in me. I loved his cock. My loose hole. His cock. He fucked me He bent over. We kissed. He fucked me.

“I love you, Bob. I want you every day. Marry me.”

We fucked. He pulled out his cock. Put it in his hand. And then put hand and cock back in my cunt.

“I am going to jerk off in you. Then we shall share the feast.”

“Yes.!

Then he shuddered. He was cumming. Capturing what he could. But I was hoping some of that load would be splattering the walls of my ass so I could absorb it into me. He pulled out, bringing his open hand to our mouths. We shared the mixture of cum and ass juices, finally going mouth to mouth to let our tongues embrace. He broke off and stood next to the able so I could take his dripping cock into my mouth. Heaven. A feast of heaven.

“Marry me! Marry me! My cum is in you. I want you. Marry me.”

To hell with the money…

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”