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Part 3

The next morning I woke up sore as hell. And not just my backside. My whole body ached. As I slowly climbed out of the bed and hobbled to the bathroom, my wife asked,
“You look like you’ve been riding a horse. Must have played with your toys pretty hard last night, huh?”
“Hm? Oh, my toys! Yeah. I guess I might have overdone it a bit,” I replied. “Sorry.”
“No reason to apologize. I actually feel sorry for you sometimes,” she said softly. “Sometimes I wish that I had a dick so I could take care of that side for you.”
“Yeah, but then I’d be craving pussy and we’d be in the same boat,” I said.
She laughed. It was nice to have a wife so understanding of my needs and desires. Okay, sure, maybe she could use the strap on more to help fulfill my needs, but she never got anything out of doing it and I hated to leave her unsatisfied like that.
“Yeah, I guess so. Maybe someday I might let you… you know. Like a birthday present or something,” she said.
She’d never said anything like that before. Maybe I could be honest and tell her… No. That wouldn’t work. She’d get upset. Maybe even divorce me. And I loved her too much for that. Was what I was doing cheating? Yeah, I guess it was. And that guilt weighed heavily on my mind. But at the same time, I knew that I’d go back. Without hesitation, I would go back to Dr. D- I mean, Dr. Wayne’s house and do it all over again. Did it make me a bad person? Yeah, probably. But right now I really didn’t have to deal with that because I suddenly noticed that there was a LARGE wet spot on the sheets, right where my ass would have been all night. I must have leaked left over cum in my sleep. Not a good thing. I immediately climbed back onto the bed and leaned over to give her a kiss while nonchalantly moving the linens to cover the spot.
“Yeah, maybe,” I said after we stopped kissing. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to take a shower and then I think we should wash the sheets. They’re starting to smell a bit ripe.”
“Yeah, I was planning on doing that this weekend. I wanted to hold off so we could make love on these tonight and put the clean ones on tomorrow, but I think you’re right,” she said. She got up and started stripping the bed.
“No, wait!” I snapped without meaning to.
“What?”
“You know what? Why don’t you go get your shower first? I’ll strip the bed,” I said, uncomfortably.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind. Besides, you look a little sore. I don’t want you to be in pain.”
“Umm… Well, I’ll help, okay? And since we’re doing this together, maybe we can go take a shower together afterwards,” I replied, still nervous of what would happen if she put her hand in a puddle of used semen.
“Well, now- that sounds like a plan,” she replied. I sighed in relief.
As we stripped the bed, I became aware that all of the movement was causing more spent jizz to leak out of me. I grew more and more concerned that it might actually start dripping down my leg, maybe even splattering on the carpet. I had to change the way I moved to make sure that I added no extra pressure to my abdomen and squeeze it out. Then I carried the sheets to the washing machine, loaded it up and turned it on.
“Why did you turn it on?” she asked. “Now we’ll have to wait for it to fill up before we can take our shower.”
“That’s alright,” I said, pulling her close. “I don’t mind waiting.” I kissed her again, deeper and more passionate this time.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Just feeling… romantic today, I guess.”
“I like it,” she said. “And I’d hate to spoil the mood, but I really have to pee before we get into the shower.”
“Go ahead. I’ve still got to go, too. I’ll use the one in the hall and meet you in there, okay?”
“Okay.”
I ran for the hallway bathroom, silently begging my sphincter to not open up and spill out its contents on the way. I made it without making any more puddles. I sat down on the toilet and finally relaxed. I’ll spare you the details of what happened, but let’s just say that there was apparently still a lot of air trapped inside of me as well as several spent loads. It took me a few minutes to get it all out. I returned to our room and joined my wife in the shower. We had fun washing each other’s bodies and decided that it might be nice to go out and spend a relaxing day together.
As we were heading out the door, the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Jon? It’s Dr. D-, I mean Wayne. I just wanted to check in on you. See if you were having any… issues.”
I was shocked to hear from him. I quickly looked around to see if my wife was in hearing range. Best I could tell, she was still in our room, putting on her shoes. Still, I talked a bit softly.
“No. Uh, no problems here, except for some leakage,” I finally replied.
“No bleeding?”
“Nope. At least not that I can tell,” I said, still trying to be discreet.
“Good. Glad to hear it. Well, I thought you should know that the guys loved you and they would like for you to be a part of our… Club on a regular basis, if you’d like,” he said.
“Really? Wow. That’d be great.”
“Wonderful. Our next meeting is on the 6th of next month. I hope you’ll be there.”
“That’s sounds good to me,” I replied, suddenly aware that my wife was now walking up the hall towards me.
“Excellent. So, barring any, um, medical issues that you might have between now and then, I’ll see you on the 6th.” The way he said it suggested that he was hoping I’d stop by the office again. Maybe I could make an appointment, you know, as a sort of a follow up to my physical…?
“Ok,” I replied. The wife was now in the room with me, so I had to sound as innocent as possible.
“Bye,” he said.
“Bye, doc,” I replied.
“Who was that?” my wife asked as soon as I hung up the phone.
“Oh, that was the doctor. He told me all of my blood work and tests came back fine,” I said. I made the lie up as quickly as I could. And it sounded plausible to me until,
“On a Saturday?” she asked. Shit! I wasn’t expecting any follow up questions.
“Oh, well… He was… um… on call in the Emergency Room. He said it was a slow day, so he was catching up on some work and didn’t want me to worry about it over the weekend,” I said, trying to sound as convincing as I could.
“Oh. That was nice of him,” she replied.
“Yes. Yes, it was.”
Well, we went out and had a fun day together, even though it was hard for me to walk and we had to stop several times because “my stomach was upset.” In actuality, I had to stop and wipe off some more cum that had leaked out of me. That night, we made love. It took me two Viagra tablets to get it up for her, but it was worth it. Not surprisingly, I couldn’t cum. My balls were still too drained from the night before. Life returned to normal.
Well, for the most part. I did have to make a doctor’s appointment two weeks later- the latest one that they had. And although we didn’t get to have quite as much fun as the first time (there were people working late in the office), he still fucked me pretty good. Slightly longer than two weeks after that I was outside of his door, ringing the bell again. We had a repeat of the previous month’s activities, but this time there was no masks. I was amazed to see some familiar faces in the room. A councilman. Some others from the local government- the same one I worked for. I had no idea. I recognized a pretty prominent lawyer from his billboards. The others that I didn’t recognize I was soon told were rather important figures, as well. Other lawyers and doctors- even my state senator. (I didn’t tell him that I’d voted for the other guy.) They even gave me my nickname- Funhouse, for what I think are obvious reasons. Fun, fucking and fisting ensued. I’d tell you about it, but it would just really be a repeat of the last chapter. I’d like to move on to a different element in the story.
Flash forward a few months. My wife had made plans for she and I to meet up with a co-worker of hers and her husband. I was not particularly thrilled about it. An adult double date? Ugh. What made it worse was that it was on the same night that the “Club” was supposed to meet, so I’d be missing out on it. But she was insistent, so I begrudgingly went along. We were the first couple to arrive and were waiting for the others. They came down the aisle of the busy restaurant single file, as there was no room for them to walk side by side. The woman was in the lead and when she saw my wife, her eyes lit up. My wife jumped up and hugged her friend and introduced her to me.
“Jon, this is Eve Le Boeuf and her husband, Fred.”
All I could think about was how there was only one Le Boeuf that I wanted to meet and these people were not him. And then Fred stepped out from behind his wife. It was the same Le Boeuf from the Club. Our eyes locked as we instantly recognized each other. I shook my head “no” quickly and so slightly, I wasn’t even sure I’d done it, let alone whether he would pick up on it or not.
“Jon? Fred. Nice to meet you,” he said, sticking out his hand. I made a mental sigh of relief. I think I said,
“Nice to meet you, too.” But my mind was in such a state that I’m not even sure my mouth made actual words.
We sat down to eat and actually had a good time together. Of course, my brain kept thinking about “Fred’s” dick and how good it felt as it was invading my various holes. Not to mention that his cum tasted better than the steak I was currently eating. We all made small talk as the meal progressed, ostensibly “getting to know each other.” It wasn’t until the dessert arrived that anything of real importance happened.
“So, honey,” my wife said, “did you know that Fred here is bisexual, too?”
I couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of her mouth. In one simple sentence, she had just outed the two of us. We turned to each other and blushed. I mean, we already knew about each other’s sexual proclivities, but to have it dropped like a weight into the middle of a crowded restaurant was a bit discomforting.
“And…?” I asked, once I was able to get my mouth working again.
“Well, I told you that I might let you… you know,” she said, seemingly about as uncomfortable as Fred and I were feeling. “Well… Um. I didn’t want you to just go out and do it with just anybody, you know? You might fall in love with some guy or, God forbid, bring home some kind of disease, you know?”
“And…?” I repeated.
“Well, I know that Fred and Eve love each other very much, so he’s not going to leave her, or anything.”
“The same goes for me,” I replied.
“I know. But, and more importantly, I know that he’s clean, like you,” she said.
“Uh-huh…”
“Well, Eve and I have been talking and…”
“Go on,” I replied, secretly excited as to the direction this conversation was heading.
“Look, do you just want me to come out and say it?” she said almost exasperated.
“Say what?” I asked, kind of enjoying her discomfort at having to say the words, but joyful that she was going to.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind if Fred and you… You know… Have sex?” She said this in almost a whisper, as though it was a big secret, yet moments ago she had just declared our sexuality with the same authority as a cop telling someone to stop before they started shooting.
“Really?”
“Um… Yes. Really.”
I was thrilled. I couldn’t help myself but to grab her and give her a big, firm smooch right on the lips. Then things started to click in my mind.
“When?”
“Well, how about next week? While Eve and I are out with the other girls?”
“Really?”
“Yes, Jon. Really.”
“Wow.”
My mind was blown. I looked over at Fred and could tell that he was just as thrilled and blown away as I was. Our wives were giving us permission to have gay sex with each other. And they were seemingly okay about it happening.
“Just one rule,” my wife added.
“Here it comes,” I thought. “She’s going to stop us from doing anything fun.”
“Not on our bed,” she finished. “That’s our bed. Where we make love.”
“Then where…?”
“The couch folds out into a bed. And I know the k**s are going to be gone next weekend. They’re going on that trip with my mom, remember?” My mind was in such a fugue state that I’d forgotten that. “So just use that, okay?”
“Um… Okay. That’s if… You know… If Fred is interested. He might not think that I’m sexy,” I said with a smile.
“Huh?” Fred said, as though I’d awoken him from some kind of dream. “Uh, no. That’s fine. Sure. I mean, why not? You’re passably good looking, I suppose. Could be fun.”
He and I shared a laugh on two different levels. One, as playful “guy” banter that the wives would get. And the other, a personal one that they definitely wouldn’t.
“Great,” Eve chimed in. “It’s a date, then. I’d offer our house, but our k**s are still pretty young. It’s kind of hard to get them out of the house.”
“I understand completely,” I said, silently grateful that my k**s were teenagers and such a thing was not nearly as difficult. Heck, in a few short years, they’d probably be completely out of the house and not an issue at all.
“Well, I’m glad we got that out of the way. Now how about we finish these desserts?” my wife said.
Fred and I turned to each other and smiled. If they only knew…
That following Friday found my wife and I putting some sheets on the sleeper sofa. I’d already taken my Viagra, but was trying desperately to not let her see my growing erection. I didn’t want her to think I was so excited about my upcoming evening. She seemed as uncomfortable I was, but didn’t want to say anything.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked her. The look in her eyes told me that she wasn’t.
“I’m just a bit… apprehensive,” she said quietly.
“I understand,” I said. “It’s not too late to call it off, you know.”
“No!” she exclaimed. “I just… Well, I just…”
“Are afraid I’m going to decide that I like gay sex better and leave you?”
“No. Well, yeah. I guess,” she said, her eyes turned downwards. I walked around the mattress and embraced her tightly.
“Honey, I love you,” I said as tenderly as possible. “I can’t imagine living my life without you. Ever. And I know what you are giving me is a gift. And one that I could never have possibly imagined ever receiving. I will treat it as such. And anytime you decide you don’t want me to… you know, just say the word and it will stop.”
“Oh, uh… You plan on doing it again?” she asked. Actually, yes I had. I’d figured that this would kind of be a regular thing. Then we spoke over each other in a way that two people that just started an awkward conversation can.
“Oh, did you not…”
“I thought that maybe…”
“Only if you want it to…”
“I mean…”
“Yeah, of course…”
“You know, if you’re not comfortable with it…”
“But…”
“I mean, not every week, or anything…”
“We’ll see how it goes,” she said finally, putting a close to the conversation. “You never know. You might not find each other… compatible.”
Oh, we were compatible, alright. But I wasn’t going to tell her that.
“Good point. Like you said, we’ll see how it goes.”
And with that, she gathered up her things and headed out. But before she left, she said,
“I’ll be home around midnight. I‘d prefer it if he’s not here when I get home. I hope you understand.”
“I understand,” I said as I kissed her softly. “And don’t worry. I’m not going to leave you. I promise.”
She looked up at me and gave me a weak smile.
“I know,” she said uncertainly and walked out the door.
I immediate hurried to our room to get the necessities- lubricant, porn and toys. I had gotten a fresh bottle of poppers for that night and snatched them up, as well. I would be glad that I did. I also made sure to set an alarm so that he’d clear out at least 30 minutes before the wife came home. Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Le Boeuf- I mean Fred- I mean… What the hell was I supposed to call him, anyway? I escorted him to the living room and we sat on the side of the sleeper sofa. For some reason, things felt awkward. Which was weird, if you think about it. We’d already fucked and sucked more times than I could count. But something seemed different tonight.
“How was your wife?” I finally asked after about a minute of silence.
“She didn’t seemed thrilled,” he said.
“Mine, neither.” And that was probably the thing- the wives knew. When we’d go to the Club, it was secret. The wives we’re aware of what we were doing. But now? Now they knew. And I guess their feelings of discomfort kind of rubbed off on us. “How about a drink?”
“Okay,” he replied. “Oh, and I brought some weed. Not as good as Dr. Dick gets, but still…”
“Sounds good. Why don’t you roll up a fatty while I fix our drinks? Rum and Coke okay with you?”
“Sounds great,” he said. By the time I got back, he was lighting up the joint. At least I had the wherewithal to bring a small bowl with me to put the ashes in.
“Porno?” I asked.
“Sounds good,” he replied. “Whatcha’ got?”
“Whatcha’ want?” I retorted. “I have a nice collection. What are you feeling like? I’ve got fisting, group, bi- pretty much everything. Depends on how dirty you feel.”
“Pretty dirty, I guess,” he replied in a way that I knew he wasn’t referring to porn. I understood his feelings. It was as though the wives not knowing was better somehow. “How about something with a group? It’ll feel like we’re in the Club, or something.”
I had just the thing- “The Magic Sling”, one of my favorites. No plot. No direction. It was almost like an amateur porn. But it was good, down and dirty gay porn with orgies and gang bangs. Lots of cum and internal cum shots. Even some fisting. Just like the Club, which is probably why I liked it so much.
“Wish I had some Viagra,” he said. “Not that I have a problem getting it up. It’s just…”
“You like getting it up more than once,” I finished.
“Yeah.”
“No problem,” I said. “I just got my prescription refilled. I’ll go get you one.”
“Oh, you don’t have to. I know how expensive they are.”
“No, man. It’s good. Dr. Wayne- I mean, Dr. Dick always gives me samples, as well. I’ve got plenty.”
“Thanks,” he said.
I got his pill and he swallowed it down with a large gulp of his drink. Then we started passing the joint back and forth while watching the porno. Both of us getting high and horny.
“Good video,” he said.
“I can make you a copy, if you’d like.”
“Sure. Sounds good.”
By this time, I was horny, buzzed and high enough to be absolutely tired of all of the awkwardness. I mean, he hadn’t even taken off his shoes yet and the clock was ticking. And since I didn’t think he was going to take the lead, I figured it was up to me. I leaned over, put my hand behind his head and kissed him. I could feel his discomfort at first, but as soon as my tongue touched his, he began to reciprocate my attentions. I lowered my hands so I could rub them all over his hard body, which I already knew so much of and loved. I began unbuttoning his shirt (who wears a button down shirt to a hook up?) and when enough were undone, slipped it over his head. He took the opportunity to yank my t-shirt off at the same time (a more practical top to wear for an event like this, I think). We went back to kissing, but didn’t stay that way for long. His lips kissed down my neck and he began sucking on my nipples, a bit of an erogenous zone for me, which he well knew. He dug is hand into the top of my pants and soon wrapped his fingers around my swollen tool. Somehow, he had become the aggressor in this thing. Not that I minded. In fact, I actually prefer to be the passive one when having gay sex, since so often with my wife, I have to be the more dominant one.
He let go of my cock just long enough to unbutton my jean shorts and yank the zipper down. His mouth left my nipples and wrapped themselves around my prick. I was damn near naked, and he still hadn’t yet taken off his shoes! Time to rectify that. I pulled his head out of my lap. He gave me a bit of an ugly look until I shifted around so that we were in a bit of a 69 position. He immediately swallowed my cock again while I struggled to get the rest of his clothing off. Luckily, he wore his work boots loose enough so that they could be popped off with my arms stretched above his head. Next, I loosened his belt and undid his pants, drooling for a taste of his meat, only to find underwear blocking my way. I was starting to get frustrated. The man had worn full length jeans (why? It was warm out) and underwear. At least the undies had a nice wet spot on them. I was able to get a taste of that before fighting to get beyond his fabric barriers. I struggled to slide his pants and briefs down far enough to expose his dripping cock and latched on like a starving calf. Finally, FINALLY getting a good taste of his Le Boeuf’s beef.
As I lowered my face, allowing to let his massive cock slide into my throat, I became aware of something- the smell. It seemed as though he might not have had a chance to take a bath before coming over. The scent of his ball sweat carved its way up my nostrils, filling them with their heady odor. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I love- no, I LOVE the smell of ball sweat. It never fails to turn me on. And the taste? Sweet as honey to me. What was I to do? I pulled his sword out of my throat and buried my face in his loose ball sack, drawing in deep draughts of the stuff. I let my tongue loose, allowing it to hunt down and lap at the largest concentrations of his manly perspiration. My probing went deeper, from his balls, to his taint, to his sweaty ass, which was just one step lower on the list of things that I love.
“Sorry I didn’t have time to get a bath,” he said after slipping my cock out of his mouth. “If you want, I’ll go rinse off.”
“Hell, no!” I exclaimed. I forced the remainder of his clothing off of his legs (even managing to get the socks on the way down). “I’ve got it covered. I spread his legs wide, flattened out my tongue and began washing the sweat off of his hole and between his cheeks. It was simply delicious. Sure, I’d licked his ass before. Recently, I’ve licked my fair share of asses. But at The Club, they were always clean, for the most part, or the only dirtiness on them was spent cum. I hadn’t had a chance to lick a man’s sweaty balls and ass in years and was going to thoroughly enjoy it. And trust me, I did. So did he. I snaked my tongue around every dark crevice and wrinkle that could possible hide the tastes I desired, not satisfied until I had fully bathed his groin and none was left to be found. Then a strange thought came to my mind. One that I just had to act on. Something that I rarely did, but at this moment, with this virile stud and his manly scents and tastes in my bed- well, I just couldn’t resist myself.
I pulled my cock out of his mouth and crawled down lower on his body until I reached my goal. I wrapped my lips around his big toe and began to suck on it. I could smell the sweat from his feet drying. Fortunately, it was not a foul odor. I could feel him squirming next to me as I ran my tongue between each of his toes before sucking them between my lips. I took care of all ten as he moaned next to me. He seemed to enjoy it. When I finished, I got out of the bed and pulled him to the side, lifting his legs. I just had to see if any more of his delicious sweat still lingered there. I kneeled down on the floor and began lapping his ass again, eventually finding some more sweat hidden in the top part of his crack. Knowing that it was the last bit to be had, I savored every lick.
I looked up at him, still between his legs. He reached down and grabbed me, physically lifting me up so our bodies were laying on top of each other. I couldn’t believe how strong this man was. I wasn’t exactly light and here he was almost completely lifting me off of the ground. He started kissing me as soon as I was in reach. I was surprised that he hadn’t asked me to rinse my mouth out first, considering what it had just been imbibing. Who knows? Maybe he was as much of a fan of ball/ ass sweat as I. We kissed for several minutes before he broke it off.
“You know what I just realized?” he asked.
“What’s that?”
“There’s no one else here. Just you and me.”
“Yes. And?”
“That means I don’t have to share you with anybody else,” he said, almost mystified.
“Yup. And no one to judge you. You can do whatever you’d like to me,” I said, in the dirtiest voice I had. He seemed to consider that for a moment before a wicked smile came across his face.
“You’re right.”
I was afraid that I’d just opened up Pandora’s Box and had no idea what might crawl out of it. That thought made my dick throb and swell even more. He climbed off of me and said,
“Let’s smoke some more.” That wasn’t exactly where I thought he’d go and was taken a little off guard by his statement. Then he explained his decision. “You might need it.”
There was a wickedness to his tone which suggested to me that he just might be right. We toked and watched the porno some more. He genuinely seemed to approve of my video choice. His cock stayed hard, precum dripping down the length of it. I just wanted to drop down and take that fucker into my mouth to clean off all of that yummy fluid, but held back, waiting to see what his plans were. Almost on cue,
“What are you feeling up to tonight?” he asked.
“Anything you want, man. I’m open and this weed has gotten me good and horny. Sometimes Dr. Dick’s is too strong, you know? It puts you down so low you don’t feel like getting good and dirty,” I replied.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“But this stuff? This stuff is hitting me just right, you know? So I’m pretty much good for anything your dirty little mind can think of,” I said before realizing my mistake.
I truly had no idea what rolled around inside of his mind, just how down and dirty he could get. Don’t get me wrong, we’ve done plenty of things at The Club, but there was always a bit of “control” there. Almost as though things were kind of scripted, like a porno. But here? Now? Alone? Well, we could both let our freak flags fly.
“You clean?” he asked. Obviously he was referring to my ass.
“Yeah. I took care of that before you arrived.”
“Good.”
We finished the joint and put it out. I was looking forward to some more kissing and heavy petting, but he had other ideas.
“Go ahead and lay down,” he said in a way that sounded less like a request and more of an order.
I did as I was told. He reached over to the coffee table where I had placed all of the toys I’d brought from my room, as well as the lubricant. He grabbed one of the cone shaped toys. I usually used those to open my up before riding my bigger ones. I watched as he applied the thick, clear lubricant onto it in copious amounts. I spread my legs and pulled them back. He got in-between them and shoved two lube coated fingers into my ass. He wiggled them around a bit before getting the dildo into position.
This toy in particular is about 12 inches long and goes up to 10 inches around. I’ve taken the whole thing before once or twice, so I wasn’t too worried about it. He slid the thing into me roughly pushing it in about three quarters of the way. My asshole opened fast to accept it. He pulled it back a bit and forced it all of the way in on the second push. Usually it took me about four tries to relax my hole enough to take it this deep, so there was a small bit of pain involved. But it wasn’t too bad. More of a shock really.
My ass ring was wrapped around the widest point of the cone, but he did not seem entirely satisfied. He made a fist and applied more pressure to the bottom, which was larger than his hand. I could feel it slide in a bit more until my hole began closing up behind it. This was something I’d never done before. Partially because I couldn’t manipulate it like that by myself and partially for safety (I didn’t want it to get stuck in there). But it was fine. If it did get stuck, at least I had an extra set of hands to get it out. He forced it in until my hole had almost completely closed. I was impressed with myself, to be honest. And excited. It felt good. It seemed as though he wasn’t as impressed.
“Got anything wider?” he grunted. I did, but I’d never been able to take it before.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Go get it,” he said.
“What about the one-”
“Leave it,” he grunted again, cutting me off. I was going to ask about the one already lodged in my ass, but his brusque tone told me that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
It was a bit tough trying to get up with that toy lodged inside of my rectum, but as I struggled, he just reached down and lifted me up, placing my feet onto the floor. I suddenly got worried about the strength of the man I was with. What if I did something to truly anger him? What could/would he do to me? I chose not to dwell on that too much and scampered off to my room. I had two large bins under my bed. One filled with the toys I loved and could handle for the most part. Almost all of those were sitting up front. The second bin was filled with one I didn’t use as much, like my sound or what I called “future challenges,” ones that I hadn’t done yet. Inside of there was a giant red plug. It was shorter than the other one, only 9 inches, but was over 12 inches in circumference and weighed over 3.5 pounds. I think it was called the “Ass Master”, or something like that. I’d taken most of it before, past the 10 inch mark (which felt amazing), but never the whole thing. I was highly suspicious that I was about to. It was difficult getting down onto the floor to dig it out, since I had that other plug stretching out and displacing my guts, but I managed. I hobbled back to the living room and handed it to Fred. Maybe at this point I should call him Le Boeuf. Or more probably, Master.
“Is this your thickest?”
“Yes.”
“I guess it’ll do,” he responded gruffly.
“It’ll do?” I thought. What was he expecting? And how much bigger did he think toys came? I climbed back up onto the mattress without being instructed to and opened my legs wide. By now my hole had completely closed, entirely enveloping the toy inside of it. It felt amazing. Such a stretch! I watched him lubricate the other one and set it down on the floor. He looked at my closed anus and said,
“Push the other one out.”
No compliments or comments about how I had completely engulfed it. Well, I tried to push it out and failed.
“Come on. Push it out.”
“I’m trying.”
“Push harder!”
I bore down as though I was passing a k**ney stone, trying with all of my might to eject it. I could feel my hole open up, but because of the shape, just could not do it. The end of the thing was caught up on the rim of my hole. Le Boeuf sighed in what sounded like disappointment. Then, without warning, he jammed his fingers into me. This made the toy move in further. I cried out/moaned in pain/unexpected pleasure. I felt him moving around in there, trying to get his meaty fingers around the end of it.
“Push again,” he ordered.
And I did. I pushed with all of my might. I felt the thing moving down, coaxed by Le Boeuf’s pulling. I thought for sure that there was no way I was going to push it out, not with his fingers wrapped around it as well. That would be too much. I was going to have to go to the hospital and explain it to some doctor and nurse who would look at me like some kind of pervert. And what would my wife say? I was about to give up and then I felt the thing crowning like a baby. I was doing it! The toy and his thick fingers- both at the same time. And the stretch was so intense!
“AAAAHHHHH!!!!” I cried out. I felt something pop down there and quickly realized that it must have been my ring of muscle. I hadn’t felt that break in a long time. Oh, it hurt a bit, but I knew that now I would be much more open for whatever he had in mind.
“Good boy!” he said, as though I was a dog. He reached down and grabbed the red plug. I knew I was in for it. “Open wide!”
“Can I have the bottle of poppers?” I asked, almost meekly.
“Not yet. You haven’t done anything to deserve them yet,” was his reply.
He started to push the giant piece of red latex inside of me. I felt my ass expand to grant it access. He pushed. He twisted. I knew I had gotten it a bit further than I had before. I could just feel it. But I wasn’t taking it all. He kept trying though, but to no avail. I was about to call it quits when he had a bright idea. He reached back and punched the damn thing.
“Guh!” I said, as my body absorbed the blow. “Fred-”
Another punch. It was starting to hurt. As I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, he punched it again. I saw stars as I felt the thing pop inside of me. My now torn apart ring was wrapped firmly around the neck of the plug, holding it in place.
“There you go, boy. I knew you could do it.”
Boy? I could be wrong, but I was pretty sure that I was older than he was. Was he having a daddy fantasy, or just master and slave. Either way, I was kind of up to and into it. But I didn’t want to respond until I knew which it was.
“You like that, boy?” he shouted.
“Yes. I’ve never taken that one before.”
“You haven’t?”
“No- ah, God- never.”
“Huh. Guess you’re lucky that I came over, ain’tcha’?”
“Oh, God! Yes!”
“Call me sir, God damn it!” There was my answer- Master/Slave.
“Yes, sir!”
“Good boy. Now you hold that there. I’ve got an idea.”
To my surprise, he got up and grabbed his pants. He slipped them on and then headed for the door.
“What…?”
“I said, hold it!”
I did. My ass was on fire from this large intrusion. But I clamped down, doing my best to make sure it didn’t pop out. I heard the front door open and close, wondering just what the fuck was going on. The thing in my ass was starting to hurt. I’d never been opened up that much before. Okay, maybe when I was double fisted at The Club. Maybe. But those were hands and fingers that were able to bend and flex to the needs of the moment. Not this thing. This was a solid hunk of latex. There was really no give to it. I eyeballed the bottle of poppers, knowing that they would help alleviate my pain. But they were out of reach and I was too afraid to move, lest the thing in my ass pop out. About a minute later, I heard the front door again. I looked up to see him holding a stack of 3 cones. Not a cone shaped dildo. Actual, honest to God, cones. Like a construction worker would use on a street that was closed, or something. I had no idea what he was planning. I looked up to him, my eyes asking him a silent question.
“Glad I brought my work truck,” he said, as if that answered everything.
He plopped the cones down on the floor and stripped down again. He pulled one of the cones off of the stack and began applying lubricant to it. Suddenly his plan became clear in my mind- he wanted me to fuck the cones. I thought about it real quick. I mean, why not? They were pretty much the same shape as the things I’d had put in my asshole so far. Just on a larger scale. I had no idea how deep I could take it, but what the hell, right? If I could get this giant plug in, what was the difference? Speaking of the giant plug, after he finished lubing up the cone he came back to me and played with the big red thing in my ass. He was twisting it, as well as pushing it a bit in and out. Not enough to remove it, but just enough to set my nerves on fire. Then suddenly and without warning, he yanked the damn thing out. To say it was a shock would be a woeful understatement. I think I heard an actual popping sound on the way out. I cried out in pain as my hole was stretched wide and then slammed shut. But apparently some part of my body liked it, because piss cum started streaming out of me. He grabbed my cock real quick and aimed it toward my face.
“Drink it,” he said.
I opened my mouth and collected as much as I could, swallowing it down without hesitation. He grinned.
“Get up,” he ordered.
I tried, but my body was still recovering from that bit of an orgasm and the rough treatment it had gotten so far. I was moving, but slowly. He seemed to be in a rush though and grabbed me, lifting me up onto my feet. He guided me to the cone and ordered me to sit. Time to see if I could fuck a cone. I lowered myself onto it and felt it slide in. It was nice and smooth. The only issue was that it began to crumple under my weight. Le Boeuf lifted me back up and threw the cone on top of the other two. The intent was obvious- more stability. He directed me to sit down again, which I did quickly. His plan worked and it was now firm enough to hold me. I don’t know how much I was able to get inside. It felt like quite a bit, actually. But not enough for him. He put his meaty hands on my shoulders and pushed down, forcing more of the bright orange plastic inside of me. It was through my inner ring and was starting to hurt a bit. I moaned in pain. He sighed and let go of me. I started to stand up when he snapped,
“Nobody said to get up.”
I wasn’t sure if I liked his tone. On the one hand it was kind of sexy being his slave. On the other… Well, I’m not sure. It just didn’t rub me the right way, I suppose. I lowered myself back down onto the stack of cones while he grabbed the bottle of poppers. I heard the fresh bottle hiss when he twisted the cap off. Then he held it to his nose, huffing it twice. He put the cap back on and sat the bottle back down.
“What about me?” I asked.
“What about you?”
“Don’t I get some? I mean, I’m the one with a traffic cone in his asshole, after all.”
“Harrumph. Fine.”
He cracked the bottle back open and held it under my nose. They were nice and fresh. I was halfway done with my second sniff when he took the bottle away.
“You can have more when you earn it,” he growled.
I should have been pissed. I mean, taking that plug should have earned me more than that. But it was okay. They were good poppers and even with the little bit that I’d had, I was beginning to get a good buzz. So when he pushed down on my shoulders again, even harder this time, I didn’t complain in the slightest. I knew they were going deeper into me and I was relishing the feeling. My insides were getting a good stretching that made my whole body tingle. I had passed my previous point on the cones. I knew I had, just from the feel of the stretch. And I was going for more. My insides were adjusting themselves to outrageous proportions to make this happen, but with the booze and the weed and the poppers on board, I was feeling a bit insatiable.
I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down even more. Further than I’d thought possible. A bit of pain was starting to creep in, though. I don’t know if I vocalized it or if he just sensed it, but he removed his hands and cracked open the bottle of poppers. This time he let me take two full draughts off of them before moving them up to his own nose. I wondered why he might need them, since I was the one impaled on the cones, but I was not in the right mind to complain. He actually gave me another good sniff before closing the bottle up.
I felt his hands on my shoulders again. He was pushing me down again. If I could have complained, I wouldn’t have. It felt just so fucking good. He let my shoulders go and sat down on the bed.
“Ride them,” he hissed. Like I needed the suggestion.
I moved up and down on those cones, enjoying how deep and wide they hit me. Every once in a while, he would put his hands on my shoulders again and push me down, making sure they were in me as good as possible. I’m sure my eyes crossed more than once. Then he surprised me. He got on the floor and popped my pecker into his mouth. Of course, he put his hands around my waist and pushed me down on the cones again. But between the pain of getting torn apart and the pleasure he was giving to my dick, everything was alright in my world. Each time I slid up on the cones, my dick entered his throat. Every time I sank down it slid out, but enhanced the sensations of what was going on in my backside. I was having trouble telling which was better.
This went on for a few minutes and, although I was very appreciative of his dick sucking efforts, I would have much rather been sucking on his while I rode those cones. At least I didn’t have to wait for my chance to do so for long. He pulled away from me and let my hips go. He then lifted me off of the cones and carried me over to the bed. I was grateful for that, because I wasn’t sure if my legs were up to walking just yet. He laid me onto my back with my head hanging over the side. I had a good idea of where this was going.
“Suck it,” he commanded.
I needed no further orders. I sucked his cock into my mouth immediately, my tongue washing the precum off that was sticking to it. After a minute or so, he hunched down a bit and put his hands behind my head. Yup, I was in for a good skull fucking. But then he paused and stood up again. I was a bit confused. He leaned over me to grab something and I heard the click- hiss of a brown bottle being opened. He took a few hits and then, almost as an afterthought, leaned down and pressed the bottle to each side of my head, near my nostrils. It was a bit difficult getting some good vapors in at this angle, but I somehow managed. My head was already swimming from hanging upside down over the edge of the bed. The poppers made it damn near feel like it wanted to explode and I loved it. He screwed the top back on and threw them onto the bed before hunching down and wrapping his hands around the back of my head again. I heard him growl a bit before he started skull fucking me and knew that I was in for a good ride.
He pushed his cock all of the way down my throat in his first hard thrust. I felt his balls smack against my forehead as his bulbous cockhead stretched out my throat. Then he pulled back all of the way- so far that his prick actually left the confines of my lips. I left my mouth hanging open, positive that I knew what was going to happen next. Sure enough, he trust forward again, once more stabbing his huge rod down my throat. I could feel my Adam’s apple bulging out as he forced his way passed it. He had it fully embedded in me again, to the point where my nose was tickling his asshole before he pulled back once more. He pumped me again and again like this, each time driving in harder and harder. He repeated insertion smacked against what little gag reflex I had, making bring up copious amounts of throat slime which threatened to drown me as it covered my nose. Then suddenly, after an extremely hard insertion (his balls literally made a loud smacking sound against my forehead), he stopped. He pulled tightly at my head and pushed himself in as far as he could go.
Although I was pretty well- trained by now as to how to breathe and deep throat, his thick cock was completely covering up my airway. There was no possible way I could breathe. And I think that he knew it. He gripped tightly at my head, not allowing me to move back even a single centimeter as his cock throbbed in my mouth. He wasn’t coming, though I wished that he was. No, it was just throbbing along with his pulse, the Viagra doing its job well. I was rapidly reaching a point where I could not hold my breath anymore. I tried to fight against him a bit, but failed miserably. My head wasn’t going anywhere for the moment. I felt my heart pumping hard as it tried to compensate for the lack of oxygen. Even with my eyes closed, I could see red rings around the periphery of my vision, then flashes of light. If I didn’t oxygen soon, I was going to pass out and at worst, die. Well, if I had to go now, I could think of no better way to do it than with a nice dick in my throat. Only the taste of cum would have made it perfect…
The next thing I knew, I was being rudely awoken by a searing pain in my backside. I woke up with a scream, not sure as to what the fuck was going on. I wasn’t dead. That was good. But what the fuck was ripping my asshole apart so much? As my senses returned, I realized that I was lying face down on the sleeper sofa. I tried to roll over to see just what was happening, but was held firmly in place by a sudden downward, expanding pressure. I lifted my torso up with my arms and craned my head as far around as I could. Le Boeuf was back there, staring intently at my backside. His forearms were pushed together and he twisted them around. At the same time, the pain I felt increased suddenly. Then I realized what it was. Le Boeuf had both of his massive meat hooks in me and was trying to tear me apart. I guess when I was u*********s from the cock choking he gave me, it was easy to punch both of his hands inside. But I was awake now. And I was in pain. Okay, there was quite a bit of pleasure, I’m not going to deny that. But his arms were so damn big. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure how far he had them in. But I did notice that I really couldn’t see his elbows, so I had to guess that he was pretty far in.
Usually at the club, the guys will put both hands in and that’s about it. They rarely go for depth like that. On occasion, one hand will go deep while the other stays shallow. I like it. But not now. This was different. He had both of his large hands and forearms in me and he was forcing them deep. I could feel his fingers as they tried to open my inner ring wide. And he had done a pretty good job of it so far. But I couldn’t take this. It was just too much. I tried to crawl away, but was stopped by him spreading his fingers like the petals on a flower. They were so far in my tight passage that it stopped me cold. Perhaps I could have pulled harder and gotten away, but it was also a possibility that my body would have moved while my bowels stayed where they were. I stopped trying to move away and just accepted the fate that had befallen me.
“Good,” I heard him growl in a way I’d not heard before. “The poppers are on your left. Take a hit. Take a good hit.”
At least, that’s what I think he said. His voice was so low that it was almost out of human hearing range. I felt him spread his hands inside of me, causing me instant pain. I immediately snapped my head to my left and looked desperately for the bottle. It was laying there, perfectly within reach. I guess I should have been grateful to him for that. It saved me a lot of fumbling about to try and grab them. I practically ripped the cap off and began huffing on it as though I was asthmatic and it was my inhaler. It took three hits for the pain to subside. Five, before I was really feeling pleasure. I took one more for good measure and put the cap back on as best as I could with my shaking hands. I flopped down onto the mattress and let the fumes out of my lungs as I felt both of his thumbs push through my inner ring.
Never before had I been so opened. Never before had I felt so full. Never before had I worried so much about my well- being. I was a bit afraid that Le Boeuf was going to tear me. I was afraid that my guts were going to burst apart. And most of all, I was afraid that I’d never feel this good again. Yes, for although it hurt more than a little bit, it also felt good. So good. So full. So open. I was in both Heaven and Hell at the same time. And I loved it.
“Flip over,” he growled.
I tried but was held in place by the grip of my ass around his forearms. I tried over and over, but to no avail. I pretty much gave up until he barked at me to try again. I did and this time, he twisted his arms in the same direction I was rolling. That helped. Of course, he could only move his arms only so far. I was up on my side when he’d reached his limits. But inertia was in our favor, since I’d already been moving so fast and so far. My body continued on its trip onto my back, but his arms did not. I felt my hole revolve around the axis that was his double fist and went crazy.
A spark went off in my brain that rapidly grew into a true inferno. He had touched me somewhere, somehow in a way that took me from agonizing pain to instant orgasm. My body uncontrollably bent backwards and I felt a stream of fluid eject itself from my cock. It had to be mostly piss, considering how much shot out, but the way it happened felt more like one of the best orgasms of my life. I screamed out, hitting high notes that most sopranos would be jealous of. My vital essence streamed out of my prick, squirting everywhere like an out of control fire hose. I felt it on my face, I felt it soaking into the fabric next to me. It soaked my body. It streamed out of me in gushes until I was dry. And the fire didn’t subside when the ejaculation did. It kept right on going. My body was trying to force more juices out, but there was none to be had. But my brain was still orgasming hard. I had no control over my body at that was wracked in multiple spasms over and over again. My muscles started to cramp from being used in ways they were never intended to be used. Then suddenly, it stopped.
I laid there, exhausted, almost afraid to move. And even if I did try, I’m not sure I would have been able to. I was completely spent, my body flaccid, open and ready for whatever tortures Le Boeuf had in mind.
“Impressive,” I heard him say.
I felt him move and was able to roll my eyes so that I could see him. His body was dripping with what had to be some of my fluids. It trickled down his face and neck, making little droplets on his chest hair and all of the way down to his groin, where his massive cock was still throbbing and bouncing in time with his heartbeat. Sure, some of it may have been his sweat, but I was certain that much of it had belonged to me. I watched as he moved his body in weird ways. I was trying to figure out what his point was and then I noticed that he was trying desperately to get his cock close to my completely wrecked asshole.
“Pull your legs back,” he commanded.
I tried to move my body, but it just would not respond. It was as if I’d blown a fuse and my brain just couldn’t talk to my muscles.
“I SAID, PULL YOUR LEGS BACK!” he yelled.
But I just couldn’t. He growled loudly and, using his hands still entrenched in my asshole, he lifted my lower half until my legs flipped up towards my head.
“Now hold them!” he barked.
At least they were close enough to my hands that I could make that happen. He repositioned himself and somehow managed to get his cock close enough to try to penetrate me. I felt his hands pushing on either side of my ass walls, making a gap between them. I felt his prick somehow entering into my sphincter between his hands. I felt it as it drove into me, punctuated by the powerful thrusts of his hips. I felt his fingers wiggling inside of me, no doubt being used to help stimulate his mighty phallus as he fucked me.
As he pounded away at me, he stared intently at the point of my triple penetration. He seemed very excited, but I could see a bit of frustration come across his face. I was his eyes glance around until they locked onto what he wanted. I followed his gaze until I saw the object he was searching for- the bottle. There was no way he was going to be able to manage to get it and keep all of himself inside of me. I hesitantly released my legs. At the angle that my body was, I knew that they weren’t really going to go anywhere. I grabbed the bottle, unscrewed the cap and held it as close to him as my long arms would allow.
“Good boy,” he said with a grin as he leaned forward.
I watched as his nostrils flared, trying to get as much of the potent fumes inside of his body as he could. He huffed on it at least ten times before he grunted. Experimentally I pulled the bottle away. Since he didn’t complain, I guess that he was okay with it. I knew I was in for a hell of a ride, so I huffed the bottle, as well. I got two good puffs in before the vapors took control of him.
He started slamming into me. And not just with his cock. He was using his whole body. He was grabbing at my insides, pulling me into him as hard as he could. At the same time, he was pounding his hips against my backside, slam fucking me in a totally new and weird way. I was caught off guard and was not able to cap up the bottle fast enough, causing some of it to spill into my nostril and on my upper lip. I knew spilling it would be bad, the chemical would burn me slightly. But it was also a good thing, I could keep huffing it as he kept on tearing me up, allowing me to (hopefully) enjoy the experience a bit more.
I felt his fingers playing around at the entrance to my hole. I felt a bulge force its way inside. It was almost like the knot on a dog. Not that I’d ever fucked one, but I’d seen videos of the swelling at the base of a dog’s cock, intended to hold it inside of the bitch it was fucking. I knew Le Boeuf didn’t have anything like that. But there it was, a bugle at the base of his prick that had just slid inside of me. My eyes went wide when I realized that it was his sack. My ass was so open that he’d managed to push his scrotum and balls inside of it. My God, man! He was truly all of the way inside of me in a way I’d never thought possible. It brought a little smile to my face.
He kept growling louder and louder as he continued slam fucking me in the most novel way I’d ever experienced. My asshole and bowels were on fire from the rough treatment, but I was loving it. The poppers said I was, so I must have been. u*********sly, I knew that I was going to be sore for days. And while my conscious mind acknowledged that fact, it also appreciated what that meant. I like it when my ass it sore. Every time I clench, it brings back the memories of what made it so sore. And this was a memory that I hoped to replay for a long time.
“Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!” he growled, each time a bit louder.
He was getting ready to cum. Part of me was happy, the other sad. Happy, because this torture would soon be over. Sad, because this torture would soon be over.
“FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK!!! AAAAAAHHHHHOOOOOO!!!!!!”
He howled. The man literally howled, his voice tore through the empty house and reverberated off of the walls. I could feel the soundwaves, vibrating my body as he let loose with his cream. Each spurt was punctuated by the rest of his body, his spasms ripping me apart even more. I could actually feel the hot lava that was his cum as it boiled its way past the extent of his fingers and nestled somewhere seem inside of my sigmoid colon. I could see veins bulging out on every part of his body as his body stiffened up, dedicating all of its energy into spewing its seed inside of me. He concluded his orgasm with a painful sounding,
“AIIIGGGHHH!”
I felt both of his hands ball up into fists inside of me. Then, without warning, he pulled everything he had in me out. His cock, his balls, his double fists- all of it came tearing out at the same time. It was like I’d been struck by a lightning bolt. All of my nerves were on fire and I was certain that I’d prolapsed. But at the same time, I was orgasming even harder than I’d had before. My body rolled around uncontrollably on the bed, more fluids being forced from my cock like I was a lawn sprinkler. Over and about, I twisted this way and that. I was screaming in pain. I was hollering in pleasure. My asshole had been inverted and was not thrilled. My cock, however was, and kept spewing piss cum. By now Le Boeuf had collapsed on the floor, so he was getting sprayed in the face with a great deal of it. If he minded, he didn’t show it. I came and came, well past the point of being able to actually ejaculate anything. My balls and bladder were screaming in protest, yet the muscles in my pelvic floor kept trying to desperately push something out.
I could feel it my ass as well. I knew- I just knew that part of my colon was now hanging out of my body. I’d never done that before. But then again, I’ve never taken two big fists, two meaty forearms, one cock and two testicles inside of my hole at the same time before. I just hoped that we could push it back in and that I wouldn’t have to go to a hospital or something to get it repaired.
My massive orgasm finally subsided. My body slowly tried to come back to homeostasis. It was difficult. I’d used so much energy coming. My vision was still dark, my ears still ringing, my mouth dry as sandpaper, my lungs gasping desperately for air and a headache that was pounding with every beat of my occasionally skipping heart. I’d something that I’d never thought possible. I’d never even seen shit like that on a video. How did I take so much? I didn’t know.
It took several minutes, but my body did recover. I struggled to lift myself up to my elbows. Although my sight still wasn’t perfect, I could see Le Boeuf on the floor. He had backed himself up to the wall for support. He was still trying to recuperate. His chest heaved with every attempt to breathe. His body was beyond glistening with perspiration. He was downright dripping. But I knew that the liquids still running down his body weren’t all his. Much of it was mine. The large puddle below me helped confirm that. Not to mention the wet spot on the sheet that had crept up to the middle of my back. I was sure I had soaked the mattress and it would need time to air out. I’d probably have to scrub it to get the piss smell out of it. But it was worth it.
I raised myself up higher so I could get as best of a look at the damage as I could. The sheet was pink with my blood. At least my ass wasn’t gushing bright red blood. That would be fun to explain to a doctor. I breathed a sigh of relief at that one. Then I noticed the water balloon that was attached to me. I was correct. My ass had prolapsed. Not horribly, really. Only a few inches. But it still gave me a shock. What the fuck was I going to do about that? Sure, I’d seen videos where they just push it back in. I hoped mine would be repaired as easily. The only problem was that I could feel my hole already swelling and trying to close up shop. I reached down and tried my best to pull it back in, but it didn’t work. I looked back to my partner for assistance, but he had either passed out or fallen asleep.
“Le Boeuf! Hey, Le Boeuf! Wake up! A little help here!”
I saw his eyelids open slowly. He lifted his head a bit and screwed his eyeballs up to look at me. He got a confused look on his face as his brain tried to decipher what was in front of him. He cocked his head to the right for a second before I could almost see the light bulb over his head that told me he’d figured it out.
“Holy shit, man. That’s fucking hot!”
“Okay, yeah. Sure. Whatever. But I need a hand here,” I said.
He groggily got up to his knees. I thought he was going to help me right away, but instead he reached for his pants and dug his phone out. He snapped a few pictures of my predicament and I really hoped he hadn’t gotten my face in them. He even leaned in real close so that he could try to shoot one up the part of my anus that was hanging out. I know this because he used two fingers to stretch it open.
“Come on, man. My hole is closing. If we don’t push it back in, I’m going to be in real trouble here.”
He put the phone down and seemed to consider a solution.
“What do I do?” he asked.
“Try to push it back in,” I said, my concern growing by the second.
He shrugged and put his hand on my ballooning intestines. He pushed on it a bit, slowly adding more force. I could feel it beginning to slide back inside of me. Then, with a bit of a pop, my outsides were back in. Surprisingly (or maybe not surprisingly) it felt good. Real good. Too good. But not good enough.
“Can you get it up again?” I asked, the words came from the darkest recesses of my mind and were totally unexpected. He shuffled to his feet and showed me his already erect prick. I smiled. “Fuck me again. No fists. Just cock. Fuck me again, man. I need to feel it.”
He smiled back at me and pressed his hard cock into my swollen hole.
“God, that feels so fucking warm!” he exclaimed. I was not surprised.
He began grinding into me and I was loving it. I pushed against his prick and felt my rectum begin to slide out of my hole again. It must have felt strange to him because he stopped and looked down. I witnessed a look of shock on his face followed by a dirty smile. He backed off a bit and I pushed again, making more of my intestines bulge out. He wrapped his hand around it and squeezed gently. The sensation made sparks go off inside of my head. He used his cock to pop it back in again. We did this several times before he said,
“Push it all of the way out. I want to try something.”
I did as he asked and felt myself ballooning again. It was like I had a pink sock dangling out of my ass. He wrapped his fingers around it and gripped it tightly before starting to hump me again. He was trying to not let it go back inside while he fucked me. Although the feeling wasn’t amazing for me, he seemed to enjoy it. Maybe it was just the visual he was getting that turned him on so much.
“Take some pictures,” I said, my concerns about what had happened fading away and replaced by lustful thoughts.
He grinned and grabbed his phone again. I heard the digital sound of a fake shutter clicking over and over again as he fucked my prolapsed rectum. He even took video of it, pushing it back inside of my body and having me push it out again. I have to admit, it was really turning me on. Soon I was jacking myself as he fucked me. I came first, shooting nothing but semen all over my chest and belly. Perhaps the Jell- o- like quivering of my exposed intestines did the trick for him because he followed moments later as he gripped my tube tightly and shot his seed inside of it. Then he did something entirely unexpected. He dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. I watched as he slid the balloon inside of his mouth and sucked on it like it was my cock. Holy shit! That felt so good! I unexpectedly came again, more piss than jizz this time. The pressure of my orgasm forced his cum back out of my wrecked hole and squirted into his mouth. He drank his cream greedily and when we had both finished, he gently pushed my prolapsed colon back inside. He climbed up onto the sleeper sofa with me and gave me a deep kiss. We shared his cum and my ass for about a minute or so before we both swallowed a mouthful of it.
“That was fucking hot, man!” he said.
“Yes it was,” I had to agree.
I worried about the long term effects of what had happened. Would it cause me issues in the future? I didn’t know. But I let those thoughts go as quickly as I could and just tried to enjoy the moment. Then the alarm went off in the distance. Shit! My wife would be home soon and I had a ton of cleaning up to do.
Le Boeuf was kind enough to help me clean up, especially since much of it was his mess. He also took a quick shower to rinse off all of the cum, piss, sweat and God only knows what else off of his body so that he’d be clean for his wife when he got home. I threw the sheet in the washing machine and was correct about the state of the mattress underneath. It was going to need to be scrubbed. But not right now. I flipped the damn thing over so that our lust stains could not be seen and closed up the sofa.