The Indigo Dagger Dick

James, 42, was born in Ypsilanti, a small city in the north-east state of Michigan, USA, 56 km west of Detroit. At a very young age, he learned about the water-tower of his home town, jokingly called “the brick dick”. Designed by William R. Coats in 1889, the building won an international contest for The World’s Most Phallic Building. It looks like a rather short but very thick cock with a tight large mushroom. James’ cock is quite different: slim and long with a sharp cut tip. He would soon get the nickname Dagger Dick because of his pleasure in stabbing a man’s ass in an elevator, on a subway train or in any small place where people are close together.

Small towns are usually not the place where gay men can indulge in pleasures consistent with their sexual orientation. For that reason, James moved to New York, the closest LGBT hub. While exploring the boutiques on Christopher Street in the Gay Village, he noticed the London Boutique because of the mannequin wearing a lycra penis wrap. The model had a long and slim dick like his own and that immediately gave James a hard-on. Not shy at all, he entered and was welcomed by a salesman who smiled while rubbing his own bulging crotch.

“How can I help you? Looking for anything in particular?”

“I like what the mannequin in the window is wearing, looks like lycra.”

“Yes, it’s a soft front pouch thong that comes in various sizes and colors. You would have to try one on for the best feel and comfort.”

The thong rack displayed all the rainbow colors – red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, and violet – plus pink, black and a model offering the six rainbow colors. James’ mind was set on indigo. The salesman picked a medium and a large size thong in that color and invited James to follow him in the back of the store where a “We’re here to help you” sign was fixed to the door of a large dressing cubicle.

“My name is Tony and I will gladly assist you in putting on this sexy virile lingerie.”

“My name is James and I’m afraid I might get a hard-on if you come in with me; you are so damn cute!”

“The best way to see what size fits your dick is to have it in an upright position. Don’t worry, I have a pink thong on right now and you will be able to compare.”

James got naked while Tony removed his shirt and jeans to show a penis already at guard in a flamboyant flamingo color. The salesman helped James to slip on the indigo thong, caressing the firm rod.

“As a general rule of thumb, my friend, the back string shouldn’t be too tight or too loose, nor should there be any front pouch sag.”

“I guess it fits just right. My package moves naturally. What do you think?”

“Looks like it doesn’t pop out. Do you feel any chafing?”

“On the contrary, I feel great, never been so horny in my life!”

Tony took that as an invitation for action. He positioned himself in front of James, cocks facing each other, and began a sexual fencing match. With a hold on their shoulders, they engaged in a gladiatorial combat, each trust making the sap rise. James couldn’t hold back and exploded voluptuously.

“Now that you’ve baptized your thong, you must pay for it, sweet devil.”

“No problem. I want three of them.”

James is not a typical gay man who sucks cocks and fucks asses au naturel. He likes to play with a man who can not see his rod, but can feel it poking or stabbing the ass. James likes to take the subway at rush hour and follow a guy in a packed car. He stands behind the lucky one and gradually spikes or pricks his ass. Nine times out of ten there is a positive reaction. Without turning around, without exchanging a word, the prey snuggles up against the hardened cock. Straight, bisexual or gay, any man loves ass play!

James’ weirdest experience happened in Turkey during on organized sightseeing tour. The guide was a 35-year-old man with a peachy ass that made men and women salivate. Salih seemed more sensitive to male gazes. From the first stop to visit an archaeological site, James stood close to the guide and exchanged sometimes innocuous and sometimes double-edged remarks to test the waters. The coast was clear. For James, the highlight of the 12-day Turkey tour was a visit of Love Valley, outside the city of Göreme in the Cappadocia region. The tourist attraction earned its name because of the penis shaped fairy chimney formations that can reach heights of 100 feet (30 cm). Some tourists smirk – gay visitors rejoice – at these rock sculptures which are simply the result of volcanic eruptions approximately five million years ago.

The undeniably phallic structures immediately boosted James’ libido. During a coffee break stop, he discretely pointed his dick on the butt of Salih in the men’s washroom. Result: an invitation for a drink at the end of the day. The guide could read easily between the lines. He brought James to a boutique selling men’s underwear and jockstraps resembling the phallic sculptures (he no doubt received a commission on any sale). James bought his hottest Turkey souvenir and got a quick kiss from Salih when the salesman wasn’t looking. They had a second drink, but in James’s hotel room this time. He immediately put on the jockstrap – a first for him – and revelled at the bulging effect the fabric had on his cock. The sight of the erection prompted Salih to remove pants and underpants, and get ready for a royal fuck. James thrusted his hard pointed cock draped in the iconic jockstrap into the guide’s hungry ass. The fabric of the pouch made the pounding tighter and gave him a greater feeling of domination. When he pulled out his rod, James was dripping with jizz and Salih still moaning with pleasure.

Back in New York, James registered at a gym known for bodybuilders worshipping their muscles while pumping iron. James’ rather frail appearance attracted the attention of a horny bodybuilder: “There’s no doubt this guy is here to admire muscular men, to caress their manly assets, to lick their biceps and to suck their nipples.” Under his gym shorts, James was wearing his Turkish jockstrap and his pointed penis brushed against the bodybuilder’s ass every time he bent down to lift weights. There was a rule in this gym: when two men have the hots for each other, nothing should get in the way of their sexual rapprochement, whether it be in the fitness area, in the locker room or in the shower. As it was often the case, the bodybuilder took off his singlet to admire his voluptuous curves in the mirror. James moved closer and stroked every pumped muscle.

The bodybuilder then sat on a pressing bench and James positioned himself so that his sharp cock could caress the manly nipples. The feeling of the jockstrap fabric on his love buttons excited the bodybuilder in a way he had never imagined. His small dick puckered up as he started to suck James’ magic tool so well wrapped. Without a word being said, James turned around to offer his ass to the hungry bodybuilder. He immediately felt the muscular man’s tongue darting his shit hole while massaging the pouch of his jockstrap.

Encouraged by onlookers, the bodybuilder felt so energized that his dick seemed to reach unknow proportions. This scene echoed images of what a younger James had contemplated in his collection of Physique Pictorial, an American beefcake magazine that ran from 1951 to 1990, exemplifying the use of bodybuilding culture as a cover for homoerotic male images. He desperately wanted to be fucked. The size of the rod didn’t matter, the owner was more important. For James, muscle worship in the ass was out of this world. He let the bodybuilder pound him hard and ejaculate ropes of nectar, keeping a spoon or two for his mouth to savour.

One night, James decided to see what a gay sauna offered. He registered at the East Side Club, took a locker and wandered along the cabins, sporting his indigo dagger. In no time, he was swamped with wandering hands eager to feel the sexy lycra fabric. Two guys encouraged him to follow them to a remote dark room. They cornered him, dropped to their knees and took turns in sucking him. The taste of fabric wrapped dick got them hard and they were serviced by two older hairy men, bear type. Out of nowhere, a Black guy approached James and slapped a kiss on his mouth. He was also wearing a thong, immaculately white, which contrasted wonderfully with his ebony skin.

“My name is Jed. I want to make you taste the best chocolate bar in the world, but in private. I have a cabin, please join me.

While James sucks the white joystick and feels it inflate like a zeppelin balloon, Jed reaches out for a jar of Crisco.

“OMG, my ass is too small and too tight for your juggernaut dick!”

“That’s what many guys say, but they quickly change their mind when I smoothly shove in my prized tool.”

Jed removes his thong, and greases his uncut bazooka. He first rubs his monster cock in the inviting crack while sucking the ear lobes of his toy-boy. He then spreads the butt cheeks and exerts some cock pressure that triggers an uncertain moan. James is obviously tense and Jed makes him relax by shoving his tongue inside the shit hole, massaging it with magical fingers and gently applying the Crisco lubrifiant. Although wildly in heat, Jed does not seem in a hurry to bugger his partner. He wants to make sure that James is emotionally and physically ready for the hottest illustration of black and white homoerotic fun. As soon as the tip of the meat loaf enters the opened door, the two men start bonding in a way that James has never experienced. Yes, it hurts at first. The penetration feels rough and brutal in spite of Jed’s skill. But as predicted by the Black Top, the White Bottom transforms his cries of pain into moans of awesome pleasure. He wants Jed’s bazooka to fuck him as hard as possible, even tickle his heart before flooding him with a creamy nectar. It’s not over until the last drop of “chocolate milk”. Jed invites James to expulse the cum so that he can felch it. All is well that ends well.