Narrated by Terry
It had been a rush to get the last stragglers out of the gym and the building locked up, so I could get home and…you know…get cleaned up. And out.
I’d eaten practically nothing all day, anyway. Nerves, anticipation, excitement…I think I’d been functioning on sheer adrenalin for the last 24 hours, too keyed up to sleep well or sit down for long. And when I got home, I was in a state of mild anxiety, to be prepared for Alec coming over at 11pm.
After two whole weeks of having my prize possession locked away from the world, my libido was screeching for sex. The nearer it got to the hour of Alec’s visit, the more jittery I became.
At the appointed hour, as I was about ready to have a nervous breakdown, the knock on my door seemed like destiny announcing its arrival. And yet, weirdly, the quiet knocking had a calming effect on me. Alec was here, I could breath and let my mind drift away to a calm, warm, pink space where all of my stress and frustration would soon be relieved. I hoped.
When I opened the door, there was Alec, illuminated by the light coming from a table lamp in my lounge. He looked as huge and menacing as ever, with an unshaven head and heavy growth of stubble on his face. He always seemed to be scowling, but this time his dark eyes were staring straight at me hotly, threatening violence or aggression possibly, if I should deny him access. I barely noticed what he was wearing, only that his shoulders, chest and arms always appeared too big for his shirt. He loomed…yeah, that’s the right word…loomed, in the doorway, as if he were an ogre about to commit me to my doom. Fuck, he looked scary. And magnificent.
He didn’t say a word, just stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
I was already completely naked, as instructed by him. Not a stitch on, except for the cock cage which, after two weeks of being locked in it, almost seemed to be a part of me now. Except for my head, my own complete hairlessness made me feel even more naked, somehow. His eyes roved over my body, from my face down to my feet, and back up again.
“Very nice”, he said. “You ready for me?”
“Yes” I answered. “Sir” I added, quickly.
“Turn around. Let me see you from the back”.
I turned. And felt him breathing in my ear as he stood right behind me, his huge hands settling on my muscular, rounded glutes.
“Miss me?” he whispered. “’Cos I’ve missed you. I’ve been thinking of you all week. How I’m going to be so deep inside this arse tonight that you’ll think you’re giving me a blowjob at the same time”.
I shivered at his words. It was a warm night, but I actually fucking shivered!
Alec’s hands lightly caressed my bum cheeks and dropped further down to the tops of my thighs, caressing the smooth skin, then wandered around the front of my legs and up, avoiding my balls and circling the solid plastic of the cage to feel the smoothness of my hairless groin and lower abdomen. He trailed his fingers over the ridges of my abs and finally stood, pressed against my back as his hands drifted up to my pecs, where his fingers plucked at the hard, sensitive tips of my nipples. I gasped slightly at the compelling sensation, my eyes closing and my head falling back a little against his right shoulder.
I could feel his breath, warm and moist against my ear, as he wrapped his left arm around my chest to hold me to him, flicking my right nip. His right hand was burrowing between my muscular arse cheeks, where a thick fingertip rested against my puckering anus.
“Yeah, I’m gonna get this tight little hole opened right out. Load you up. I’ve been saving it for you all week, Terry. Tonight, you get the weeks worth. You think I’ve cum a lot before? Just you wait. You’ll be so full of my cum, you wont be able to shit for days without blowing bubbles out of your arsehole”.
Alec gave me a small push towards the stairs. As I climbed one step at a time, I could feel his hands palming my rounded backside as he followed, literally a step behind me.
I’d already got the room prepared, the wall lights set to a low glow, barely enough to illuminate the room, but enough to make out where everything was. Towels, bottles of lube and water were already on the bedside cupboard. I hadn’t seen much point in making the bed, but there was a clean sheet which I’d covered with a heavy waterproof cover, not knowing what Alec had in mind. A couple of pillows were at the top end, but otherwise there was nothing else to define it as a bed. It was as naked as I was.
I watched him as he peered around the room in the dim light.
“Well, well, well”, he said, quietly. “You are keen, eh? All set for a proper long session, by the looks of it. Joe’s got other things to do tonight, so it’s just the two of us, Terry. And there’s no rush, eh? No work to worry about tomorrow. No reason why we can’t take our time. So I can really go to town, eh? You ready for that, boy?”
Despite the fact that I was 39, it was kind of hot that Alec referred to me as “boy”. It was like he was defining our relationship – at least for the night – and it made me feel even more submissive to him. He was physically so huge, it was easy to feel submissive to him. He was a real ALPHA male, in every sense. He made my legs go weak at the knees.
“I’m ready, Sir”. My voice was low and trembled slightly. “Whatever you want”.
Alec pressed me back towards the bed in the centre of the room, where the backs of my legs met the edge of the mattress. I was suddenly sitting down.
“Right answer”, Alec growled at me. “And what I want, is for you to know that I make the rules. What I say, you do. Whatever I do to you, let it happen. Let yourself go…and just let it happen”.
My heart was racing, so I took some deep, calming breaths as Alec slowly took his clothes off. I sat there on the edge of the bed and watched him. And, maybe for the first time, actually saw him.
Dear God, but he was masculine. His whole upper body was covered in thick, dark auburn hair, the odd white strand showing through here and there. It covered his chest and belly, less so on his shoulders and back. He was muscular, but not gym trained, more the heavy build of a manual labourer or a weight lifter, rather than the hugely defined musculature of a body builder, though.
His shoulders were wide and heavy, his arms thick, the triceps having more bulk than the biceps. Yet when he flexed his arm to pull his shirt off, his bicep muscles bunched like rocks. His pecs were, similarly, thick and meaty, with dark nipples just apparent under the swirling curls of darker hair. He had a bit of a belly, although still mostly flat. Again, it was difficult to see if he had any definition under all the hair, but it was solid and masculine.
When he dropped his trousers and underwear together, and stood before me, naked and proud, it was clear to see that Alec was no stranger to hard physical exercise, probably for all of his adult life. His thighs bulged, even his calf muscles were thick and bulbous. Dark hairs covered his legs, he even had tufts across the tops of his huge, wide feet, and the tops of his long, broad toes.
He had a criss-cross pattern of thick veins standing proud across his upper and lower arms and legs. The whole effect was of a man who worked hard and had taken some knocks during his life – physical and emotional. I still thought that he reminded me of a Viking, except without the long hair or beard.
His eyes blazed at me, challenging me to mock him. I couldn’t. His body and authority made me feel like a schoolboy, playing games in a gym to look pretty, while he laboured the hard way. He was…pure masculinity. I felt in awe of him.
The only part of his body that Alec seemed to keep trimmed or shaved were his cock and balls. He’d said to me a while back, when he and I started doing Joe together, the he hated sweaty bollocks (he actually said Betty Swollocks – it took me a while to figure out what he meant), but I think mostly it was so that Joe didn’t have to keep flossing his teeth. Otherwise, Alec’s pubes were pretty wild. There was no division between his pubes and torso hair. They just combined and continued in a tangled, dense mass all the way up his body. No treasure trail for him! It was a pelt. Even his backside was hairy.
But what mostly stood out, precisely because they were almost hairless against the profuse jungle of the rest of him, were his massive bollocks which hung low, partway down his thighs, like some prize bull. They even looked heavy, rounded and fat, the left testicle slightly lower then the right. And then, there was that fucking huge ten inch long, wrist thick, heavily veined cock, bending slightly upwards, like a banana. His thick, arrow shaped, circumcised knob, probably a half inch wider than the shaft, seemed to be pointing towards the ceiling. Fucking hell, it was frightening, just how aggressive that cock looked! Even in the dim light, it looked red and angry.
I couldn’t help but hold my breath with apprehension. Alec had said that he hadn’t cum through the week, admittedly, but that massive cock seemed even bigger than the last time. I’d had the thing crammed in my gob and had somehow managed to survive being fucked by it twice already, but I wondered just how the hell he expected to force that monster up through my terrified arse ring this time. I was still a novice to taking a cock, after all. I doubted that it would fit. And yet, I knew that it would. Agonisingly so at first, and then….
When I looked back to his face, I saw that he’d been watching me staring at his cock, my eyes probably as big as saucers. He leered at me.
“Yeah, this isn’t small, is it?” he asked, nodding down at his towering inferno. “Don’t you worry, boy, I’ll get it in you. You’ve taken it all before, you’ll take it all again, tonight. Even if it takes all night, you’ll take it again. Again and again”. He chuckled at his own joke.
“Right then” Alec continued. “Let’s see what you’re made of, shall we?”
Alec narrates
It’s not easy taking your clothes off in front of somebody who has a flawless body. I knew I was in trouble the minute Terry opened his door and stood there, looking absolutely bloody perfect in nothing except the cock cage. Naked, hairless and beautiful.
He wasn’t slim, but he had the long-legged/muscular torso ratio of a model. It was easy to see that he was careful with his diet and that keeping fit was one of the driving principles of his life.
Terry didn’t have the youthful perfection of Joe, who, let’s be honest, looked like a pornographic, golden skinned little angel. But Terry was tall and broad shouldered, with the classic six-pack abdominal muscles, wide lats and properly defined pecs of a dedicated gym-bunny.
All of his muscle groups looked defined, and even at 39 he didn’t seem to carry much body fat around his waist. Well, that’s the benefits of not only being a fitness fanatic, but also a personal trainer and gym instructor. Now that he shaved everything, it somehow accentuated his physical beauty. He was completely smooth. Not even a rash or pimple, usually the curse of someone who body shaves, seemed to be a problem for him.
I’m not sure how I could tell that Terry was sexually excited, in the absence of an erection, but he was. Maybe because his nipples were hard and prominent on the solid plates of his chest. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, his eyes grey and sultry. Maybe it was the hint of a smile playing on his perfect lips. The same lips that had been stretched around the awful girth of my cock. The same lips that my cum had dribbled from. Cock-sucker lips.
A strand of clear pre-cum drizzled from the bottom of the clear plastic cage and swung as he moved back from the door. I don’t think he even noticed it before it stretched into a thread and fell to the floor. I remember thinking to myself ‘hmmm, this guy needs it bad!’.
I had purposely not cum all week myself, so I knew how he felt, although Terry had gone without cumming for over double that time. I doubt he’d ever managed more than a couple of days before. His excitement was contagious though, and I felt myself becoming even more excited in response. My cock was filling up and squirming in my underwear, anxious to be free.
I can’t remember what I said to him, I was too overwhelmed that he was still following my instructions without telling me to fuck off. But I know that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him. So after some preliminary bullshit, I steered him towards the stairs and up, my hands on his arse cheeks the whole way.
In his back bedroom, as I stripped off my clothes, I felt like an ugly, bulky, unkempt beast in comparison to his physical perfection. It brought back memories of how I used to feel, being rejected years previously, when I was little more than a teenager. But now, here was this utterly magnificent male specimen who was staring at me with desire and passion. And it kind of made up for all those times when I was made to feel so monstrous and unwanted.
Don’t ask me why, but I had conflicting desires – to treat Terry as my cum dump and use him purely for personal gratification, or allow him release and enjoy his orgasm. Either way, I wanted to spend a long time making this guy so horny that he wanted to melt. I think that, mostly, I wanted to make love to him, gently and passionately, but I’d spent so much time already setting a scene for him, getting him worked up to being submissive, that now I didn’t want to spoil the mood or break the illusion. He’d definitely enjoyed the role playing so far, anyway, if his previous two orgasms over the last month had been any indication.
I had an idea of keeping him locked up, making him invite all of his friends over to use him as their slut, whoring himself for their use without ever being able to cum himself. It made sense to me that I should continue on the same path at the moment, and prolong his fantasy of me as an aggressive bastard. And yet, he hadn’t treated Joe like that, had he? Sure, Joe had been used, but Joe had really used them equally as much, if not more so.
What to do, what to do?….
When I saw him staring at my cock, which even to my own eyes was bigger than normal and so hard I could have smashed concrete with it, I continued with my dominant rhetoric. I could decide later.
“You ready to be my total bitch now, huh?” I snarled at him. He said nothing for a short while, just stared at me, his grey eyes wide, a determined expression playing over his face.
But he nodded, eventually, and whispered “Yes Sir. Please, Sir”.
In the back of my mind somewhere was the knowledge that Terry had previously enjoyed getting his sexual partners to feel helpless. I think that, by now, he had also switched on to being on the receiving end of bondage, so that he felt similarly helpless and dominated, and enjoyed the lack of choice about how the scene played.
Having chosen to continue the same theme for the night, I didn’t take long to utilise some of the paraphernalia that he had accumulated in this room. Before he had much chance to think, I had buckled leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, and got him perched on his knees in the centre of the bed. It took a minute to secure his legs and feet apart and chained to the upright posts at the foot of the bed, then have his arms stretched up and wide apart, securely and tightly restrained with rope to hooks on either side of the ceiling mirror.
This kneeling position was perfect to begin with, and gave me plenty of room to clamber up onto the bed in front of him. Terry was almost cross eyed, focussing on my cock right in front of his face. And wouldn’t you know, before I even had a chance to grasp his head he had taken the initiative. He leaned forward a little and with wide open mouth took my cock head straight in. I should have made him wait, should have teased him first, but the feeling of his warm, wet tongue swirling across the surface of my glans was too good to deny myself the pleasure.
As he worked my dick like a pacifier, Terry’s eyes were looking straight up at me. I could see that he was struggling to take much more than the head of my cock, and getting it past his tonsils was out of the question – my cock was just too rigid, and the upward curve made it awkward. But he was gamely trying to suck it as best he could, while clamping his lips around the thick girth. All that was really happening though, was that my knob was fucking up into the roof of his mouth. Damn my upwardly curving cock! After a few minutes it was clear that it wasn’t going to work very well, and anyway, I was anxious to move things along a little.
With that thought blazing in my head, I pulled my sopping dick from Terry’s mouth and knelt down in front of him, face to face. I leant towards him and slowly, oh so slowly, kissed him, forcing my tongue deeply into his mouth, making him suck on it, swapping spit like it was nectar. My hands drifted up towards his chest, as if they had no direction from my brain, where my fingers played with his nipples, gently at first, just light strumming across the erect little tips, then squeezed and twisted each rubbery nub more forcefully. Poor Terry huffed into my mouth, groaning in the back of his throat like the forlorn sound of a distant fog horn from a ship.
Enough playing around. Time for business was long overdue, so I ceased my sweet torture of his tits and shuffled off the bed.
Grabbing a jar of lubricant from the cabinet by the bed en route, I quickly made my way behind him, where his muscular, rounded arse cheeks beckoned. I lay flat on my back and worked my way in between his spread legs so I could look straight up between his spread open buttocks. Fucking hell, what a sight! Terry’s tanned, thick thighs brushed the tops of my ears as I surveyed my prize, the tight, moist, dark circle of his anus, hairless and clenched shut. As I squinted, Terry’s greedy little circular muscle winked at me. No, I mean it. Fucking winked at me! I could see it open up a bit, then slam shut again. If that wasn’t an invitation, then I don’t know what was.
Grabbing his hips, I pulled his bum down and licked across his taint, then used the flat of my tongue up between his cheeks, following the ridge through his perfect globes to the sensitive wrinkles around his hole, where I lapped and slurped like the proverbial cat that got the cream. Well, maybe not the cream yet, but creamed it would definitely be later!
The tip of my tongue found it’s way through the muscular little ring into the entrance of Terry’s arse without any conscious direction from my brain. Before I knew what I was doing, I had my mouth sealed around his bung hole while I clamped his hips in my hands to keep him seated on my face.
I heard Terry give a loud moan as my tongue squirmed inside the entrance to his channel, flicking in and out through his quivering anus like an eel burrowing into the sand, teasing the lining of his colon and leaving a slick trail of spit in its wake.
His balls, smooth and hanging low with their weight, rested across the bridge of my nose, and on my forehead I could just feel a blob of his pre-cum as it dribbled from the drainage hole of the cock cage.
I had him ride my face for a good ten minutes, eating his arse as if it was last meal, his moans and cries becoming louder and more high pitched by the second. While my face was buried in his cheeks, I took the opportunity to fumble around with the cap to the bottle of lube. I squirted what I judged to be sufficient into my palm and slicked up the length of my desperate dick. Not too much, but enough to ease the way. I was leaking enough pre-cum to grease a battleship, anyway.
“Oh my God! Please, Sir! Please!” he whimpered, his thighs shaking against my ears. I didn’t know if he was pleading for more of my tongue teasing his sensitive ring, or pleading for me to stop. But this was my party and I was calling the shots.
I used a greased up index finger to replace my tongue, tickling around his hole briefly before pressing my fingertip against the spasming muscle and poking through into the heat of his passage. As Terry gasped, I quickly added a second, twisting and turning them to open him up a little. Not too much though. I wanted him to feel it, but not cripple him.
I easily located his prostate. The bloody thing was swollen up like a balloon. I could hardly miss it. One tiny graze of a fingertip nearly made him leap off my face.
Leaving my fingers inside his arse, I crawled out from under him and twisted awkwardly around, then kissed his buttocks on either side of my hand. I could feel his arse cheeks clenching as his anus contracted around my embedded digits. Terry was making soft, mewling noises, like cat singing. So I licked up and down his spine, from his neck to his tail bone, which made him shiver and groan instead. His skin was damp with a slight sheen of sweat. A hint of salt leapt across my tongue and made me even more determined to plow his arse NOW!
My cock was so hard, it hurt. I knew that I couldn’t wait any longer. Yanking my fingers unceremoniously out of his clutching bum hole and kneeling up behind him, I pushed his shoulders down, stretching his arms tight in their bonds, and leaned over him.
Grasping my turgid cock and centering my thick, pointed knob at the puckering opening of Terry’s channel, I ran my left arm around his chest, my fingers clutching on to his right nipple. My right arm circled around his stomach before I lowered my hand slowly across the abdominal ridges and to his groin, marvelling at the sensation of his silky smooth skin against my big calloused hand. When I cupped his balls and then held them in my fist, stretching his scrotum out until his balls were tight and red, I could feel him tremble. Perfect. He wasn’t going anywhere. And there was only one destination that I had in mind.
“Deep breath, Terry”‘ I growled into his ear.
And I shoved my greasy cock straight in through his clutching, wanting anal ring without stopping. Deep.
Terry narrates
I couldn’t breath. The pointed knob of Alec’s cock was the only mercy I had, as it spearheaded the brutal and rapidly increasing thickness of the rest of his shaft. His inward thrust was so sudden, before I had a chance to wince he was against the barrier of my second gate. And before I’d even had the opportunity to adjust to that, he had burst through and was way up in my guts.
Fucking hell, the urge to scream was overwhelming! My arms were pulling at the ropes, muscles taut and straining, and my shoulders were cramping with the effort. My eyes bugged out and I know that my jaw had clenched shut. Tears sprang to my eyes, but I blinked them away and willed myself to relax. I had taken Alec’s cock before and I suspected that I would take it again in the future, if he wanted me to, but CHRIST, IT WAS FUCKING BIG!!
I concentrated on breathing – deep, calming breaths, riding the pain until it passed. Having taken his monstrous cock before, I took comfort from the knowledge that the pain would give way to pleasure…eventually.
Alec squeezed my swollen, hairless balls, not hard but firmly, pulling down on them, a reminder that I was in his control. The ache from my gonads was a distraction from the horrible, crippling pain in my arse, and by the time he eased up on the pressure and left my gonads to throb without being stretched, I’d adjusted to his thickness. Well, I say adjusted….it was more like I didn’t feel quite so much like someone had just trained a blow torch on my arse. Now, I just thought I was about to fucking burst! But as Alec started to move, slowly withdrawing that mammoth dick from the deepest recesses of my colon, the transition from pain to pleasure happened.
I reckon that my prostate had become so swollen after two weeks, plus all the stimulation from my mates the previous weekend, and the sheer fucking desperation for some action, that Alec’s wrist-thick, veiny cock couldn’t help but pummel it. Huh, I wouldn’t have been surprised if my desperate love-nut had lain in wait and fucking well jumped on his cock the second it passed by. I’d had a shock when his finger had touched it earlier, but now…Fireworks, man! Sweet bliss shuddered through my body, driving the pain away into a dark corner. All I could do was to go “Ooohh my Godddd!” and moan like a whore scoring a millionaire for a week.
Alec chuckled in my ear, the soft blanket of hair on his torso tickling the suddenly hyper-sensitive skin of my back. He renewed his grip, pulling on my balls and alternated his tweaking of my nipples, back and forth between them like they were radio tuning knobs.
“Fucking hell, boy, found your spot already, huh? Just there, is it?” he said, driving his cock back up and running his prick across the surface of my engorged prostate again.
Hell yeah, he’d found it, all right. Found it and used it for target practice. Again and again lights went on in the pleasure centre of my brain, telling my body that I was loving what he was doing to me. My eyes were crossing with each thrust of his fantastic cock into my bowels, as he lit up my prostate like a beacon.
Alec wasn’t hurried with his movements. His initial entry might have been fast and brutal, but now that I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast he did exactly the opposite. Each withdrawal was slow, each entry was slower. And he was only dragging his length out by a couple of inches, enough for me to feel him stirring my guts and the gradual stretching of my second gate, but not enough to add fuel to the fire of my burning desire.
But the massaging pressure of his thick shaft against my sensitive gland, the friction he was creating across the surface of it, was driving me out of my mind. I couldn’t ejaculate in the conventional sense, but my locked-away dick was drooling a steady stream of thin, whitish almost-spunk anyway. Alec’s horribly thick cock was milking my nut enough to flip some inner switch. It wasn’t even an orgasm, there was no surge of sensation to a peak of bliss, where the cock usually shoots because the nerve endings trigger to overload. What there was, though, was a steady, ecstatic release of tension. It was like I was pissing to relieve a full bladder – a relief, definitely, but not fully, orgasmically satisfying. An anal orgasm, driven by the friction of his cock. But not enough to make me shoot. Just…drool. Milking my cum from me.
I was fucking gagging for more. Bigger. Better. MORE!
The small, sticky pool of thin spunk on the bed between my outstretched thighs caught Alec’s eye as he continued to (oh so slowly!) glide his slick pussy-maker a few inches back and forth through my quivering anal muscle. I think that it was probably my constant keening sound, like a high pitched version of a cow moo-ing, that made him peer around my shoulder. He chuckled.
“Yeah! That’s the way Terry! You’re really getting off on your spot being rubbed now, aren’t ya? Letting me take control properly, huh?”
He moved back, pulling his fat piece out, and out, and further out until…pop! The wide coronal ridge of his knob flared my puffy ring wide before slipping out, making me groan again – this time with disappointment.
Alec clambered off the bed and bent down to the pile of his clothes on the floor, fumbled with something, then stood and came back over to the bed where I was still restrained by my arms and legs. And silently praying for more.
“OK” he said. “Let’s move this up a notch, eh? Tell you what, how about I take the cage off tonight?”
He brandished the key to the chastity cage in front of my disbelieving eyes. Even now, thinking back on it, the overwhelming feeling of gratitude that my cock could be free to express itself, still brings a lump to my throat. Just two fucking weeks, but it had seemed like a lifetime.
“But before I do, there’s some ground rules. You don’t get to touch your dick. I can, you can’t. If you do, or try to, I’ll lock that fucking thing back up for a month. Understood?”
I nodded, almost crying with gratitude.
“You’ll keep the cuffs on for the moment. I might want to restrain you again later, anyway. I like seeing you looking so helpless, at my mercy. It’s a real fucking turn on! And if you start getting to think that you have any choice about what I do to you, you’ll go right back to being chained up again, see?”
I nodded again. “Yes, Sir. Whatever you want. Whatever you say”.
“And don’t forget, boy. Whatever I do to you, just let it happen and let yourself go”.
With that, he unlocked the cock cage and carefully dismantled the bloody thing, pulling the clear plastic cock shaped cover from my dick with a slight sucking noise. Then he unchained my ankles and freed my arms from the ropes.
I looked down at my dick, the first time I’d seen it face to face, so to speak, in over two weeks. It didn’t make an instant bid for freedom. It just flopped around like a dead fish, drooling goo from the end. I’d expected it to surge upwards, finally free to taste the air, but…nothing. My knob even looked a bit pale. It had previously been a decent length and thickness. Now, it just looked shrivelled. I wondered, briefly, if it had been damaged, being forcibly restrained from exercising and kept imprisoned.
But my balls seemed bigger and heavier, somehow. It was probably an illusion, now that the cage wasn’t obstructing the view so much. When I looked back up at Alec, he was watching me with an amused grin.
“All still there, is it?”
I laughed at that. “Yes Sir. All present and correct!”.
“Right then. Let’s see if it’s still operating normally.
On your back, now! Arms above your head. Show me your pits. Now raise your legs and grab your ankles. And keep them there. Come on, I want to see those sweet nipples without your arms covering them! Wide open, boy. Wider!”
Funny, isn’t it? I’ve been a top for the entirety of my sex life, girls and guys alike. Never had the slightest inclination to experience being receptive or in any way passive, except maybe for getting my dick sucked. Until I met Alec, that is…or rather, until I saw Alec with Joe. I was always used to giving the orders. Now? Yeah, well…now I hurried to comply with his orders as fast as my sex-crazed brain would direct my limbs.
As Alec stuffed the pillows under my lower back, I presented myself splayed wide, laying almost on my shoulders with my tailbone high, legs up and as far apart as I could stretch, hamstrings burning with the effort. I offered him full and unrestricted access to everything I had. Holding on to my feet and stretching my thighs wide apart, I lay my head flat against the mattress…
And there I was, my reflection mocking me in the huge mirror on the ceiling. Displayed like one of my former subs, open, exposed, panting with anticipation, a toy to be used, waiting to be fucked into mindless ecstasy.
It was an embarrassing and unmistakably uncompromising position of submission. My soft underbelly exposed…fucking hell, everything was exposed! My arse was high and wide open, my cock was hanging down towards my crunched up belly button, my balls sat like sacrificial offerings on top of my taint, before sagging down across my lower abs. Even my arse cheeks were wide open, with my gaping, glistening anus winking enticingly. And all presented smooth and hairless, like the best bitch-boy that there ever was.
I thought fleetingly of Joe, and how I must now appear like an older, bigger version of him. Fucking hell! This was my passive side, and no mistake! I was so ready for this that I was practically vibrating with want…and need.
I wanted to yell “Just FUCK me, already!” but I was mindful of Alec’s warning. I had no control. I could only meekly submit and let Alec do what he wanted, control me and use me. But my arse was itching for him to sink his full 10 inches in deep and tear my twitching hole apart with his terrible thickness…
My unquestioning compliance with his instructions certainly seemed to please him, though. As I lay there, so blatantly exposed and receptive for him, he was snorting like a bull ready to mount a heifers, and the prominent veins bulging along the length of his cock gave it the appearance of a forearm. The fucking thing was jumping around, nodding and dancing as if it was an obscene puppet on a string. As I watched, his thick, arrow-shaped knob burped a blob of clear pre-cum as it pointed at the ceiling.
“Beautiful”, he murmured. “Fucking beautiful!”
And then, he was on the bed in what must have been one single leap, kneeling at my arse and pushing my legs further back with his hands as he leaned over me and wriggled to position his cockhead just there…
Alec sank his entire length in me, in one continuous push. His knob squeezed through the slick, welcoming muscle of my anus with little more than an “ooomph” from me. There was practically no pain this time (well, almost none), but a very definite feeling of a monumental stretch. His cock surged up my chute, knocking my bloated prostate out of the way in the process, and continued up, breached the tight barrier of my second gate… and ended up a good three inches or so in the tight, secret depths of my upper colon.
I felt dizzy, almost faint with emotion. This was what being completely filled with cock was like! This was what being submissive and receptive to a massive cock was about! This was what a true, dedicated bottom experienced!
It was so good, so…right. Blissful, sweeping pleasure and fulfillment coursed through my body. Seriously, my entire being seemed to contract and expand as Alec’s cock filled my arsehole with solid, pulsing heat as he levered my ankles back to my ears and bent to kiss me, forcing his tongue into my gasping mouth, where he fucked my throat with it. I felt his bountiful pubes smashed against the tender skin of my inner arse cheeks, his chest hair tickling against the smooth skin on my torso. He reached for my nipples and twirled them in his fingers, sending strong, urgent signals straight to my balls as I huffed into his mouth.
Lifting himself on to his arms in a push-up position like the macho dominant that he was, he glared down at me, a stern and uncompromising expression on his face. I had a perfect view of his chest and the matted forest that covered his entire front. His beefy pecs hung down slightly with his bulk and I could just make out his nipples, like small stalactites, poking through his fur. Raising my head, I managed to capture his left tit in my mouth and suckled it. Alec snorted.
“You’re getting fucked right NOW!” he growled at me.
Raising his hips, he drew back, further and further until I could feel the pull against my grasping ring, then slowly eased his full length back in to the rippling depths of my fuck hole. Slithering, sliding…forcing my channel to accept his width, stretching the tender membranes to fit his massive size. In and in, deeper and deeper…
Christ alive, the sensation of absolute fullness was amazing! As the rainbow of lights sprang into existence in my brain once more from the pressure of his cock against my tortured prostate, I released his nipple from my slobbering lips with a sharp cry and flung my head back to shriek at the ceiling. My dick came alive, surging into full and painful erection in seconds, my solid cockhead poking at my abs and waving around in front of my face. I swear, if I had opened my mouth more, instead of just screaming with joy, I could have sucked my own knob with no problem.
My suddenly turgid dick didn’t go unnoticed by Alec. He caught hold of my wrists and forced my hands above my head, leaving my legs to flounder in mid air before my feet found a home, resting against his broad, hairy shoulders. And then he set up a steady, purposeful rhythm…in to the base, crushing his pelvis against the stretched out flesh of my widely opened arse, then out, so that the ridge of his knob caught on the inside of my ring, then back in to the base, and repeat, and repeat….long dicking me like a machine.
I was aware that I was noisy, but I’ve no idea what I was yelling. Every sound, be it gasp, scream, gurgle or whatever the fuck it was coming out of my mouth, was to give vent to the ecstatic sensations surging through every fibre of my being. I could barely see, but knew that Alec was staring at my face intently as he continued his determined, unchanging thrusting, never varying the rhythm, never giving me anything less than his entire length each time.
I could feel the build up to the peak approaching faster than a speeding locomotive, and as equally unstoppable. It was too good to resist. My reflection on the ceiling showed me a man who was beyond dignity, beyond any hope of maintaining an appearance of being a top. It showed me a man who was exploding with pleasure from the enormous cock sawing, with inhuman precision, through the quivering, sensitive passage of my rectum. It showed me a man who shuddered and sobbed with ecstasy, as his masculinity was celebrated and encouraged by being fucked, deeply and passionately, by another male.
I had no choice but to give in to the inevitable, to let myself go as Alec held me down and drove his cock through my tunnel … and fucking well came apart at the seams!
My balls practically clenched up into my body as they prepared to evacuate their contents. My arsehole was sucking at Alec’s slowly pistoning cock. My nipples were bullets on my chest, exploding with sensation. And my dick pulsed and throbbed by itself, desperate for stimulation but completely denied, as the pounding of my own heartbeat got louder in my ears.
I saw the fucking stars! The persistent, regular, heavy massaging of my prostate, combined with the slick friction from Alec’s huge cock stretching the walls of my colon and his enormous, pendulous bollocks smacking against my tailbone, sent me hurling into a galaxy of utter, indescribable, melting bliss.
Before I even managed to yell “Cumming!” a thick rope of scalding spunk shot out of my rigid, vibrating dick and pooled at my throat, before oozing around the side of my neck and onto the bed. Four more thick spurts followed from my upside-down dick. I could taste my own cum in my wide open mouth as I fought desperately for enough air to scream my ecstasy.
Alec stayed still for a moment or two, watching my eruption with a self-satisfied smirk. It gave me a chance to catch my breath and swallow my own spunk that still coated my tongue.
“Two”, Alec breathed, leering down at my sweating face. “No time to rest, boy. We’re going for another right now. There’s a lot more backed up in these bollocks yet, eh?”
He stroked my balls lightly, with the tips of his fingers, then patted them gently as I squirmed and gasped with the unexpected treatment of them.
“Dont you worry, your nuts are going to be drained dry by the time I’m done, tonight. These nice big balls will be shrivelled up to the size of peas, you’ll have cum so much. In fact, let’s work some more of your spunk out again now, shall we, eh?”
He started pounding me harder, keeping up the long-dicking withdrawals and re-entries that he’d been utilising before, but at a faster speed, and adding a corkscrewing motion that lobbed his embedded cockhead around. He seemed to be drilling up into my stomach. It was intense. I was howling and sobbing with how good it was.
Don’t ask me how, but although I had just cum, despite how almost painfully, acutely sensitive my overworked hole had become, I could feel myself building up to another explosion already. It was almost like I’d only experienced a semi-orgasm before, and was still hovering just under the plateau. The sensations in my rectum kept building, stronger and stronger.
I was fucking screaming, man!
Alec kept me pinned to the bed on my back, legs wide apart and knees at my ears, as I stared with a kind of disbelieving fascination at my reflection above us, not recognizing the sex-crazed slut who was being totally FUCKED UP THE ARSE. I could see Alec’s strong, wide back as he lay sprawled over me, his big, beefy, hairy backside heaving up and down like a sledgehammer. His long, hairy and muscular legs were stretched out behind, big feet splayed and long toes digging in to the mattress for purchase, as he rammed his solid, long and brutally thick weapon of mass destruction into my yielding, compliant, tender, quivering anal flesh.
Without me even being aware of it, my fingers were clawing at the skin on his back, digging my nails into his shoulders as I whimpered and moaned unintelligibly to the constant blissful stretching of my anal ring, and the continuous battering of my swollen, desperate prostate by his fat knob. The rapid-fire stretching of my inner sphincter as his wide coronal ridge plundered the sanctity of my upper colon came as tiny electric shocks, magnifying my boiling lust. I know I’d bitten into his neck at some point in my passion, from the livid hickey just above his collarbone.
The build up was rapid. Not even fifteen minutes after my last orgasm, I was again at the point of no return. A bomb was set to explode and the countdown was short. I think Alec could see the panic in my eyes, the realisation of another mindblowing release about to happen, so soon after the last. He slammed his hips against my arse, driving his cock into me almost violently, as he sneered down at my contorted, lust filled expression.
“Come on, bitch! Give it up! Let it go, you fucking slut! Let me see that spunk! Let it happen! Shoot!” he snarled, his hammering of my backside becoming erratic and more frenzied.
“Oh Jesus…fuck me! Oooohhh shit shit shit! Godohmygodohmygod! Fuck me fuck me FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEHARD!!” I was whimpering.
“That’s it! Your nut is so hard against my cock, it’s going to happen any second. Go on! Go on, show it to me!”. He thrust several more times into me, his hips colliding with my wide spread buttocks, smack, smack, smack, smack. “NOW!! SHOOT IT NOW!”
I did. It was impossible not to. My body jerked uncontrollably as the bomb inside me went off, sending shock waves along my nerve endings and fusing my brain, blocking out every sense except sheer pleasure. As my dick reared back, my balls tried to turn themselves inside out. I could feel my prostate clench tight against the solid steel of Alec’s dominating cock. My cum coursed like molten lava, erupting from the flaring tip of my cock to splat against my chin, cheeks and forehead.
I vaguely heard Alec call out “Yeaaaah! Three!”.
Pretty much simultaneously, as my arsehole clamped vice-like around Alec’s wrist-thick girth, he slammed his full, wonderful length deep into my bowels one last time before remaining still, shuddering and growling like a wounded bear.
It’s a total fallacy to say that you can feel someone cum in you. You can’t, there are no nerve endings that high up in the colon. But what you can feel, or at least get the sensation of, is expansion and contraction of the cock in your bowels as it spurts in ejaculation. And the soothing heat of cum.
That’s what I felt. Heat, and a sensation of being filled with liquid, like an enema. I didn’t need to see Alec’s strained face to know that he was shooting. Didn’t need to hear him gasp and growl and hiss “Take my fucking load, Terry! I’m fucking cumming! CUMMINGGGGG!! AAAAaaarrghhh!”
Don’t ask me to recount the events accurately. I can’t. All I can remember is his mouth crushing mine, his tongue jammed down my throat and us gasping in each others breath. I remember my arms tight around his neck, and his around mine. I remember my toes curling in the air, while my legs were wrapped around his waist. I remember the tickle, as his densely haired torso ground itself against my slickly smooth, hairless body. I remember my nipples feeling like they were rubbed raw against his fur and my smooth skinned balls churning in his pubes that surrounded them. I remember the sweat dripping from his head onto mine, and the strange sensation of his massive bollocks crawling up my lower back to my tailbone as they expelled his cum.
I held Alec tight as he shuddered and bounced against me in his typically long drawn out ejaculation, crooning into his ear as he gasped and groaned and cursed, through the long minute of his orgasm. His weight pressing down onto me, his warm, sweating and hairy body jerking and undulating over my smooth skin, somehow felt protective and sensual as I was coming down to earth after my own orgasm, and while he was still in the throes of his. I kept my legs clamped around him as I sensed the volume of his spunk loading me up. I felt smug and satisfied knowing that, if I had a womb, I’d surely be pregnant.
I have never felt so…complete.
Alec takes up the narration
I lay over Terry for a while, panting heavily, trying to draw enough breath in to slow my racing heartbeat. It had been a fierce ejaculation, even for me. I’ve always cum a lot. This had been a LOT.
He’d had his legs wrapped around my back and had been softly murmuring in my ear as I had helplessly emptied my balls into his tight depths. I could feel his nips, solid little points on the firm plates of his pecs, digging in to my chest. His hands had been rubbing the muscles of my shoulders and back, soothing the places where he’d scratched my skin. It was comforting, an unexpected gesture of affection from Terry in my most vulnerable of moments.
I’d purposefully not cum all week, and hadn’t wanted to cum so soon. I’d wanted to do so much more. But I’d been too excited. I’d almost lost it earlier, when Terry shot his bolt the second time. It had been an effort to hold it back. But when he started to cum the third time and I felt my cock gripped so tightly by his strong anal muscles, all of my self-restraint vanished. His orgasm triggered mine. I just couldn’t stop myself from losing everything I had.
I felt weak and exhausted for a few minutes. It was all I could do to pull slowly back, trying to drag the still rigid length of my cock from Terry’s hot arse. Before I was even half-way withdrawn, he went “mmmm mmmmmm” in my ear and dug his feet into my backside to stop me.
“Stay where you are”, he whispered to me, completely undermining my order that he should passively accept whatever I did to him. But in this, I was happy to comply. “Just like that. I like feeling you in me”.
“Don’t you want to stretch out a bit?” I asked him, all pretense of dominating him having evaporated in the wake of our joint ejaculations.
“Ha ha ha! I’m about as stretched as I could ever be right now! No, don’t pull out yet. Not yet. I know we’ll have to move in a while. But right now, it feels so good just to have you on me. And in me. And be stuffed to the max”.
We must have looked a sight. Me, ugly, hairy, bulky and middle aged, being held a prisoner by a hairless, athletically handsome guy, nearly fourteen years younger and four stone lighter than me. And with my still stiff, prominently veined, big, fat cock crammed up his muscular, tanned, perfect arse, and my large, pendulous, heavy bollocks swinging around against his back, it probably wouldn’t have made high viewing figures on any respectable porn channel. Unless someone was interested in something called “old ugly bastard fucks younger gorgeous model” maybe. Anybody looking at us would think we were an odd combination. That there would be no way that I was Terry’s “type”. I didn’t think that I used to be his type either.
And yet, it was Terry who didn’t want this session to end, despite the three cum loads he’d produced. Neither did I. I could feel my juices start to bubble again as I gazed down at his eyes, and watched how his looked back at mine. I had a sudden vision of him bouncing on my cock as I lay flat on my back, while I teased his nipples between my fingers and hung on to his balls in my fist to keep him seated on my length, buried up his arse. Fuck!
My cock twitched in his gut, which gurgled faintly as it was sloppy from my cum load. The movement brought an “Ooooooh yeah!” from him, as he felt my knob slide deeper, expanding and stretching the walls of his channel.
Well, I’d originally planned to screw Terry all night, so I was hardly going to let one silly little (monumental) orgasm stop me from plowing his arse like a field again, was I? Besides which, the muscles in his abdomen were rippling, massaging against the head of my dick as it lay stewing in the flood of batter I’d deposited far up inside him. So I thought *ok, time to churn butter*.
Having regained some strength – and self-esteem – I rolled Terry over onto his side, my cock still firmly wedged in his darkest recesses, and twisted myself around so that I was spooning him from behind. I could feel my deeply embedded cock churning in the flood of my cum that was packing his gut as I moved. Having settled down comfortably behind him, I grabbed his uppermost leg and yanked it up, trapping it in the crook of my right arm.
“Keep your hands off your dick, remember boy? Or I’ll chain the fucking things up out of the way” I grunted in his ear, the only warning of renewed manoeuvres he would get.
Shoving my left arm under his head and, reaching around to pinch his nipples, I drew my hips back and set to work.
Narrated again by Terry
The man is a fucking machine! Over the course of the next ninety minutes it was non-stop. I’d started off as a relative novice in the art of taking a cock up the arse and ended up a bloody expert! It was a crash course on learning to relax, breathing and allowing myself to be controlled and used.
I tried to stop myself stroking my cock, I swear I tried. But having almost succumbed to the temptation one too many times, Alec yanked my arms over my head and clipped the leather cuffs together, muttering that I was a shameless little slut as he did. Then, for good measure, he chained them to one of the big, solid uprights of the bed. At least it kept my arms out of the way and gave him the clear, unrestricted playground of my chest, abs and balls to play with as he leisurely slid his python in and out of the wet mess my arsehole had become.
He fucked me fast, he fucked me slow. He had me on my side with my leg trapped by his arm, while he twiddled my nips and kept me impaled until I was groaning loud enough to wake the dead. And I shot across the sheet, once again without having my desperate-for-attention cock touched, as he tugged on my balls. (“Ha ha ha! Four!” Alec had laughed).
Then, without bothering to free my arms, he flipped me over flat on my front and pulled my hips up, so that I was in a kneeling position, head down on the bed and arse high. He’d pulled his cock out for that one, to heave my backside up. I was glad I’d had the foresight to use a heavy duty waterproof sheet to cover the mattress – the flood of cum that followed his cock when he pulled the bloody thing back and back and out, with a disgusting slurping sound, didn’t half make a mess. Almost as much as when he shoved my legs wider with his knees before sinking his prick back in. Don’t ask me how, but I could feel more of his slime being forced out around his cock, as it plugged the vacuum of my aching cunt. We slipped and slid around in his anally ejected spunk for ages.
After that, he fucked me on my back again, so slowly that I barely felt it (much). Then from behind as I was standing, supported (well, hanging) from chains at the end of the bed, my feet securely restrained wide apart to the upright posts, Alec’s right hand wrapped around my throbbing dick and his thumb rubbing across the dripping piss slit.
He took his time keeping me impaled (just impaled. NO movement at all, apart from the throbbing pulse of his cock) and making my knob so sensitive with gentle circular motions of his palm that I was crying. But he massaged my screaming bell-end so slowly that I was on the edge without having enough stimulation to bring me off. Fucking torture, that was.
Presumably taking pity on my failing strength, he had me on my back again, this time at the edge of the bed while he held my feet up near my ears.
He seemed to like that position. Maybe it was because he could force the clenched fist he called a knob deeper into my upper colon, with his cock being gripped by both anal sphincter and my narrower second gate. Whatever. That was when he came (heavily, again) for the second time. I thought he was going to split my ring – and the entrance to my narrower upper tract – with the force of his thrusting. He didn’t, obviously, but how the hell can a cock expand so much when its shooting a load of spunk, eh? Even if it is practically a pint at a time?
Alec had his third thundering ejaculation around the time that I was crouching over him in some sort of forward cowboy position, trying to support myself with my hands on his shoulders (and making sure that they weren’t anywhere near my dick!) as he was hammering his log up the tunnel that my bum hole had become, while he was pulling my hips down to slam into me harder. And I was trying to help him, riding him like the stallion he was.
I couldn’t even speak by that time. All I could manage was an occasional whimper or squeak or blubber. Which was probably just as well, as he made enough noise for both of us. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the word “fuck” used so many times in one sentence before. I would have been shocked, if I hadn’t been writhing in ecstacy myself.
That was when I had my fifth (small and watery) load forcibly rammed out of me, too, from the sheer pressure he was inflicting on my poor, abused little prostate. A couple of thin strings squirted up Alec’s body with the force of a shotgun, to glue some of his chest hairs together as I gave a strangled “oooooh my Goooooodddd!”. I squealed like a four year old, with each spasm and shudder of my body. I sat on his hips, his deeply buried cock vibrating like a…well, like a vibrator, I suppose…through the constricting circle of my second sphincter.
I stared at him through half closed, misty, bloodshot eyes. He stared back. We connected on an almost spiritual level, gummed together by the thin strand of post-coital cocksnot dribbling from the end of my deflating dick onto his belly hairs. And mostly his monumental flood of man cream that escaped through my enlarged hoop, past the still engorged battering ram that occupied my rear end.
“Five”, Alec had gasped, once he’d got his breath back and stopped quaking so much in the aftermath of his own orgasm.
Eventually, after churning his latest cum load in the deepest, darkest depths of my overworked rectum for a few more minutes, we kind of collapsed in a tangled, sweating, spunk soaked heap, mouth on mouth, tongues writhing against each other in a wet battle for oral supremacy.
My arsehole was numb and my balls felt sort of raw. I felt bloated from the sheer volume of his cum.
Once Alec’s cock had slithered out, I reached back with a tentative hand to feel the damage. My hole gaped. Seriously. Fucking gaped! It was a sticky, soggy mess. His spunk oozed and bubbled out, dribbling down the backs of my thighs for ages after. But I couldn’t raise the energy to be bothered, not even to mop up.
I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much in one session in my life. Alec may well have been the biggest, baddest, most ALPHA male Viking sex-god ever in my eyes, but he was knackered. So was I.
When I dismounted (fell off) and landed with a thud (and a slight splat) next to him, he reached over to stroke my arm, still breathing heavily. I caught hold of his hand and gripped it. I don’t know why. It just seemed right. Natural, you know?
“You OK?” he wheezed to me.
I barely had enough energy to grunt “uh huh” before I felt my eyelids close.
We fell asleep in the cum pond on the bed.
Alec continues the narration
I couldn’t have been dozing for long. Probably about thirty minutes or so. What roused me was the slightly sticky feeling of cold sperm which seemed to be all over the place on the sheet that Terry had laid over the bed. And I was thirsty.
When I looked across at Terry, he’d rolled over in his sleep. He was now sprawled out on his front and snoring gently, his hair gummed up with spunk and his face turned towards me. Sleeping, he was the most handsome guy I’d ever seen. He took my breath away.
He had a fantastic shape to his back, wide at the shoulders, a narrow waist and a proper muscled backside. His bulbous arse cheeks were glistening in the dim light from the copious amount of cum I’d deposited up his chute, and which had leaked out. His left leg was raised and bent at the knee, his arms above his head with his hands almost under the top of his spunk-sticky hair.
I levered my hairy, bulky torso up and leaned over him. He looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to disturb him, just yet. Terry’s cock was barely visible between his spread legs. I could just make out his knob as it peeked out from under his body, partially hidden by his scrotum that hung over the shaft. It looked small and exhausted somehow, the pisshole still slightly glistening with a pearl of whitish cum. Funny, really. I hadn’t thought of sucking on it before. That particular act somehow didn’t fit with the dominant persona I’d cultivated of myself for him. Ha! And with Joe, too. But I wanted to suck it. Maybe later. There was so much more I wanted to do with Terry, later.
With his leg cocked up as it was, I could just make out his reddened, puffy anus and the frothy white mess that surrounded his hole and still oozed down across his taint and ball bag. Jesus H Christ, porn never showed sights like that!
Without a single hair around his hole, not even a stray hair to his taint or under his balls, he was as smooth as marble. He reminded me of the David. But a breathing, warm, living version. And I’d fucked him, made him cum five times over the last three hours. I could still barely believe that he had been so compliant, so willing…how different from my sad experiences of years ago!
I had to move. I felt like I’d been rolling in glue. Grabbing a bottle of water off the bedside cabinet, I sat on the edge of the bed and knocked the lot back in one go. That took care of my thirst, at least. Eying the cum and lube coated waterproof sheet, I did what I could to mop up some of the gooey pool with tissues and a towel, before I noticed that Terry was watching me out of one eye.
“Hi” he croaked, smiling.
“Hi” I murmured back. And I’m sure that my smile matched his.
“Leave it”, Terry half whispered. His voice sounded hoarse. “I’ll clear up in the morning. What time is it?”
“About three, I think”, I said, handing him a bottle of water and watching him chug-a-lug half of it in one go, as he propped himself up on an elbow.
“Fuck! Shower?” he asked, sounding less hoarse, and wiped the back of a hand across his mouth.
“Probably a good idea. Before the next round, anyway”.
I set about unbuckling the ankle and wrist cuffs that he was still wearing. I’d had enough of the bondage…for the moment, anyway.
“Jesus, Alec! I don’t know if my arsehole will cope! It must be as wide as a bucket by now!”
I made a show of pulling his buttocks apart to inspect it, then ran a finger around the edges of his inflamed arse lips before poking it through into the sloppy, wet depths, with not even a murmur from him. And no attempt at stopping me, either. When I drew it back, my finger was coated with spunk. Another thick glob of my anally injected baby batter drizzled out in the wake of my digit, to trickle down his perineum before joining the increasingly large protein pool that Terry was wallowing in.
Just as I was about to wipe my finger off, Terry caught hold of my wrist and pulled my hand over to his face. Opening his mouth, he sucked my finger in and slurped the cum off, his lips clamped around the knuckle. My cock jumped and thickened with the sensation.
“Mmmmmm! Waste not, want not. As my Mum used to say”, he said, his grey eyes twinkling.
“How about that shower?” I answered. “Before we start again…boy”.
“Yes, Sir!” he smiled. “We could take this to the bedroom if you want? Not this room. My bedroom”. He looked at me, almost shyly. “Er, what are you doing tomorrow?”
I wasn’t sure if I’d heard him right. Terry was super-confident, the leader of his Alpha pack of ex-army friends, could get anyone he wanted…and there he was, looking up at me shyly, like I would be doing him a favour!
It seemed clear that our pre-conceived opinions of each other had changed for the better. So, where did that leave us? What were we? Neighbours with benefits? Friends? Boyfriends? And where and how would Joe fit in? Questions…
Oh, what the hell. We could discuss all that another time.
I pulled Terry to his feet and padded across to the door while holding his hand, towing him through the door and along the short corridor. He needed to soak under a long, hot shower just as much as I did, before we went to bed.
My re-engorging cock lead the way to Terry’s bathroom. I was sure that he could squeeze me in, too…one way or another.
What was I doing tomorrow?
Without even turning my head, I knew that he was grinning when I answered him.
“You”, I said.
THE END….FOR NOW
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