Cerebral Bisexual (No Longer)
He laid stock still, muscular arms and thick athletic legs pulled up to the top of the bed and secured with nearly unbreakable extra duty nylon ties. His shallow breathing devolved into a faint, barely audible muttering of what seemed to have become his new personal mantra. "Please! Please! Please!" His cock, 8 inches or so of thick warm flesh, stood fully, almost painfully erect; its base secured snugly with a 6 snap cockring that caused the veins to stand out in marvelous relief against his white flesh. It throbbed, lightly, bobbing in time with each "please" like a vein-filled conductor's wand.
His name is Steve. He's not an uncommon type of guy in today's world. You probably know a guy just like him. He's about six feet tall, with a fairly muscled chest and arms, a tapered waist and thick, muscular legs brought about through many years of running, rowing, biking, and lifting among other exercises. He's outgoing, gregarious and charming. He enjoys art films, dancing, coffee shops, and bookstores. He's fairly popular, pursuing any and all females that show interest in him, and oftentimes some that don't.
One night, he explained to me that he was a "cerebral bisexual." He went on to say that he could wrap his mind around the concept of hooking up with another guy, but couldn't get much cooperation from his body when trying to turn the "having sex with a guy" concept into reality. Apparently, he had once tried to hook up with a guy and found that his body wouldn't get excited enough to perform. Of course, keeping with the mindset of a lot of other curious guys his age, he thought of himself as a top only, intoning that it's experimenting to fuck a guy, but queer to get fucked by one. Yeah. There's enough denial in that mindset to drown a caravan of camels, but if that's the material by which his particular glass house is constructed, who am I to throw stones?
One night I met Steve and he led me through the bar to a corner, where stood a petite girl, with mid-length brown hair and a fairly athletic looking body. She smiled as she saw Steve, and then smiled even wider as she saw me following behind him. The big smile made me nervous. Most chicks don't look at a gay man who technically might be considered competition for the affection of her boyfriend and smile widely. Most of the time, they tend to morph into contestants from the Jerry Springer show and begin screaming at the encroaching gay man, telling him to "Get your hands off my man!"
Steve, ahead of me by a few feet, leaned over and pecked his girlfriend on the lips, turned quickly and began introducing us. My first impression of Patti was that she was nice, as far as girls went. She was pretty, nay beautiful, which is probably what attracted Steve in the first place. Steve seemed to like women who made good arm decorations for him in public. They weren't always the sharpest tool in the shed, but as long as they looked good and weren't too high maintenance, he kept them around for a while.
After talking for a while, Steve grabbed my drink and Patti's and headed off to the bar to get refills for us both. As he left, an odd, tense silence descended and we stood side by side, swaying lightly to the music as the stream of twinks walking to and from the dance floor flowed around us like water around stones.
Steve returned, handing us our fresh drinks and then quickly heading off onto the dance floor alone, wading through the crowd to get up onto to the dance blocks in the middle of the dance floor. As we watched him grab the pelvis of the twink in front of him and grind himself into it, Patti leaned over to me and giggled. "Like...sometimes I think he's really gay and I'm just his cover story. What do you think? Like am I his beard?"
I leaned down, bringing my mouth to her ear level and smiled. "He's told me he was unable to get into male on male sex physically, but I think he just needs the right guy to lay him down and fuck him till he screams. I think, somewhere, deep down, he really wants to be the bitch. Pardon the expression."
Patti threw her head back and laughed heartily. "Yes! Yes! I think you're right! Like, I think that's exactly what he needs. Like he's a nice guy, but I think he's a bit..."
"Confused?" I finished for her, and she shook her head a bit.
"Self-deluded" she said, finding what she thought was a better term for her boyfriend. "Like...I think he needs someone he knows, say a friend like you, to give him what he really needs. Let’s take him back to your place. I’ll blindfold him and tell him I have a BIG surprise for him."
The ride back to town was uneventful, punctuated by odd noises from Steve as he was tossed around the back deck of the wagon. We pulled into the parking spaces in front of my condo and I popped the back deck of the wagon open. I had begun to try to lift Steve out when Patti appeared and gave me a hand. Once safely ensconced in the downstairs bedroom, I left Patti to undress Steve while I searched for the nylon ties that I had gotten when I had gone through an s/m sex stage back in the mid-90's. I also grabbed a large bottle of lube and a few other toys that would make for some fun. By the time I got back to the bedroom, Steve was laying on the bed, naked, his one hand resting between his pecs and the other lightly cupping himself. I stopped and looked at him, letting my eyes memorize each curve and detail. Have you ever noticed that some people are just too fucking beautiful...they're even sexy when they're semi-unconscious. I know for a fact that I'd look like shit if the situation were reversed, and I was the one laying semi-unconscious and naked on the bed. .
I heard water running in the bathroom and assumed Patti was freshening up after the club. I sat down on the bed beside Steve, lightly taking each of his arms and fastening the fleece-lined cuffs to them, then pulling them up to the top of the bed and fastening them securely to the frame of the bed with nylon restraints. I did the same to his legs, and then left an additional pair of restraints up by his head for later use to support his legs during the actual intercourse. Steve moaned lightly as I ran my hand down his neck and over his pecs, pausing to lightly rub and pinch each nipple. I saw that his dick also began to respond, filling up incrementally with blood the more I played with his chest. Patti opened the door and came out to the bedroom. I stood up and began to put the toys and lube on the nightstand next to the bed within easy reach.
After I was finished with that, I took some shorts and a T-shirt into the bathroom to change out of the clothes I had worn to the club. I figured that if I was going to possibly have a long session of somewhat coercive sex with one of my friends tonight, I should probably at least get into some comfortable attire. As I partially closed the door, I watched Patti begin to lightly and repeatedly slap Steve's face until he grunted in protest and opened his eyes. It was then that he realized that he was immobilized and, after a few seconds of what I considered to be futile struggling, Patti grabbed him by the balls and he immediately went still. After a few seconds of terse silence, Patti informed Steve of what he had to look forward to tonight, namely that she had long thought he was gay and tonight she had found a guy who was willing to well and truly fuck him, and that it was for his own good.
Steve, not surprisingly, freaked. Whatever struggling he had attempted before was nothing compared to what he was doing now, and I had begun to wonder if the bed frame that I had tied him down to would be able to sustain much more of his struggling. He then decided that he should start yelling, though Patti had thought ahead on that one and shoved his underwear into his mouth and secured it behind his head with one of the extra nylon ties I had laid on the nightstand.
Steve, now only able to grunt loudly and pull at his restraints, did so for the next few minutes, until finally, his body, muscles tense and overtaxed, gave out and he lay breathing loudly through his nose. Patti got up into his face and cooed at him. As I opened the bathroom door, Patti smiled sinisterly and asked him if he could guess whom she had gotten to fuck him tonight. His eyes went small and he looked angry as he shook his head. She turned to me and motioned me forward, into his line of sight. When Steve saw me, his face brightened momentarily until he shook his head and closed his eyes. Patti undid his gag and pulled out his underwear.
"I can't believe you're doing this Patti!" he said as he opened his eyes. "What did you have to do to get him to help you? I don't think he'd have helped you do this on his own."
Patti laughed, and her laughter began to grate on my nerves like fingernails down a chalkboard. "I told him that if he didn't help, that I'd just make sure I said something to you about him, something that would insure that you and he didn't see each other anymore. I told him that if he didn't do it, I'd get someone else, someone maybe less trustful, less caring about your safety tonight. You should be proud of him, he's doing this because he actually cares for you."
"You're a bitch, Patti, you know that?" Steve snapped.
Patti smirked, "Yeah. I know. But then, you're going to be the bitch tonight, baby. So we'll be even then, won't we?"
Steve growled and pulled on his restraints with all his might, causing the muscles in his arms, legs, chest and abs to contract and stand out magnificently against his skin. I watched as Patti grabbed him roughly by the nuts again and began to squeeze them in her hand. Steve gasped and his body went instantly limp. As he squeezed his nuts, he began to breathe quickly and shallowly, almost hyperventilating from the pain.
"No more of that, or I'll make it so you'll be singing alto for the rest of your life?"
Steve moaned lightly and nodded as she released his testicles from her grip.
Patti turned to me and nodded, sneering slightly. "OK. He's all yours, go to work."
I walked over to the bedside table and picked up the bottle of lube, then leaned over Steve's face, placing my lips next to his ear.
"I won't mind if you need to close your eyes to try to make a virtue of necessity, Steve." I whispered, and then placed a light kiss on his neck below the ear. That feather light kiss brought forth a gasp from his lips and caused his whole body to shudder involuntarily. Apparently, Steve had an erogenous zone there. I tried not to smile as I filed that fact away for future reference.
Patti's eyes widened at Steve' reaction and she laughed lightly, filling the relative silence of the room. "Wow! You are good!"
I looked at her and felt my eyes begin to lose their warmth, turning cold and unfriendly. "Sit down and shut it, Patti. If I wanted color commentary, I'd have hired Howard Cosell."
Patti sank slowly into the chair by the foot of the bed and she spread her legs wide, exposing the absence of underwear beneath her skirt. She watched, entranced, and began to finger herself as the action on the bed progressed. She was out of sight for me, and that's what was important. The last thing I'd need to see now is her fingering herself and getting off to me fucking her boyfriend. He and I would both wind up in therapy after this was all over, albeit for differing reasons.
I bent back down to Steve and began to lick a trail from his neck to his nipples, stopping there a while to nibble each one, until both were hard as pointy as pencil erasers. Steve began to groan and I was pleased to notice that he was enjoying the sensations without having to close his eyes and pretend it was someone else. I then began to move slowly down, trailing my tongue down his stomach and across the dip in his abs. Steve's breath caught and hissed slowly out as I ran my tongue around his bellybutton and down the trail of hair that led to his pubes. I pulled back and noticed that Steve was really responding to my stimulus. I reached over and grabbed a small bottle off the nightstand and popped the top off it. I squeezed a few drops of the liquid onto my index finger and spread the cream over Steve's nipples, rubbing it in well. He tensed up as I finished with both nipples and I placed the bottle back on the nightstand. I smiled down at him and then leaned over his chest, taking a deep breath and blowing a cool breath of air over each nipple.
Steve moaned and his chest bucked up off the bed. "Unnnngh! What the fuck is that?"
I smiled at him. "Trade secret."
I blew a few more times on his nipples and watched him writhe around on the bed, his chest bucking up and his breathing becoming ragged.
I moved back down to his lower regions, smiling lightly as I watched his dick throb, and the tip slapping lightly against his abs. I ran a finger lightly down the length of it and was rewarded with a long, low moan as Steve's hips thrust upwards off the bed, as if trying to press his cock into my hand.
I grabbed Steve's ankle and unclipped the tie that held his ankle bound to the foot of the bed. I moved the fleece-lined restraint up from his ankle to the bend of his knee and then reattached it I pulled his leg up; bending it at the knee until the top of his thigh nearly touched his stomach. I reattached the restraint the to one of the two extra nylon ties at the top of the bed. I repeated that with the other leg. I saw Steve swallow loudly and nervously as I finished with the second leg, totally leaving his ass bare and open for me. Steve's eyes were wide as he turned his head, watching me as I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lubricant and one of the smaller toys.
I knelt between his legs and grabbed hold of his cock. He moaned as I dripped a long line of lubricant down the length of the shaft, then pulled it away from his stomach and began to slowly stroke it. As I stroked his cock with one hand, I used the other lightly run my fingers over his now-exposed rosebud. Steve tensed, then shuddered and began to moan louder with each touch.
I looked up into his eyes and was surprised to see the fear nearly gone from his face, replaced by a look of pure lust and need. I lowered my head over his cock and breathed on it, looking up to see his eyes widen.
"Do you want me to do this?"
Steve moaned and thrust his hips up, but I pulled my head back and asked again.
"Is this what you want, Steve?"
Steve nodded vigorously.
"I need to hear you say it, Steve." I said, running a finger over the head of his cock and watching him inhale sharply.
"I....I....I want you to." Steve stuttered quietly.
"Want me to what, Steve? Say it!" I smirked, running my thumb back and forth over the slit on his cock.
"I want you to...want you to suck me."
I smiled and trailed my tongue from the base of his cock to its head, then swirled it around the head a few times.
"Is that what you wanted Steve?" I said, teasing him.
Steve bit his lower lip, holding back a moan. "More." he whispered.
"More, Steve?" I said, making a mockery of the question.
"I want you to suck my dick! Don't lick it, suck it!" he said loudly.
I smiled, and then opened my mouth and took him in, bobbing rapidly up and down on his length and smiling as much as I could with his dick in my mouth when Steve cried out as the sensations overwhelmed him.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK YEAH! SUCK IT! OH FUCK!" Steve yelled, and I contemplated putting the gag back into his mouth probably not for the first time that night. I should have figured him to be a real screamer in the sack.
I continued to suck his dick, running my tongue around the head, and putting a twisting motion in to contemplate the up and down motion. It seemed to work. Steve was oozing pre-cum like a faucet and screaming and moaning at the top of his lungs.
Having his dick in my mouth freed up both hands and so I took advantage of that and poured a generous amount of lube onto my hand and let it warm up a little. I rubbed it along his rosebud, caressing and massaging it as I sucked him until I felt his dick begin to thicken slightly as he neared orgasm. I took his balls in one hand and pulled my mouth off his dick. Steve moaned in frustration, having been so close to release.
I watched and waited until Steve's penis lost some of its hardness and I reached onto the nightstand and took the leather snap cockring and fastened it snugly around his dick. The ring immediately began to do its job and the veins in his penis began to stand out dramatically. I used a little more lube to slicken up his cock and, with just a few strokes, stood proudly back at attention, fully erect.
I looked deep into Steve's eyes as I slowly put my index finger inside of him. He gasped as he felt the intruder and I felt his sphincter snap shut around it. I smiled at him and murmured, "Well, there's no debating that you're a virgin down here, eh? I think you're trying to amputate my finger at the knuckle with your sphincter muscle."
Steve's anxiety melted away for a little bit and he struggled not to smile.
Once he had become accustomed to one finger, I began pistoning in and out of his ass and slowly stroke Steve's dick. The dual stimulus was overwhelming and he was soon writhing in pleasure on the bed. Just as cautiously, I added a second finger to his ass, and Steve groaned, then his breath caught as the longer finger in his asshole nudged his prostate. Steve's eyes bulged as I ran my fingers back and forth over his prostate, the pressure of the strokes gently stimulating it.
"Oh! Fuck! What the hell is that?" he gasped.
I smiled, "That is the reason men willingly get fucked." I added a third finger and began to ring his prostate like a bell. Steve's gasps turned into whimpers of delight and soon his whole body was twitching as he lay grinding his ass onto my fingers. .
I watched as a glob of pre-cum oozed forth from the tip of his dick and I slowly began to remove my fingers one at a time. Steve whimpered as I pulled out the last finger from his asshole.
"Why the fuck don't you finish me?" he yelled, his face turning red.
"Are you in a hurry? Do you have somewhere to be?" I teased him.
"No. NO! It's not that at all. It's just that you don't have to stop. I can cum more than once in a night." Steve said, his face more red now from embarrassment than from anger.
I smiled at him and then picked up the vibrator from the nightstand. "All right then. Let's go for round one, your first hands free orgasm."
Steve looked puzzled at my words and I dripped some lube on the tip of the slightly bent vibrator and slowly inserted it into his hole. Steve sighed as he felt it bump into his prostate.
"Feels good, huh?" I asked, knowing that what I was about to do would make it a whole lot better.
"Yeah." Steve nodded.
I switched the vibrator onto its lowest setting and watched bemusedly as Steve's eyes nearly popped out their sockets. His body bowed upwards as a loud moan that bordered on a scream exited his mouth.
"FUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
I watched Steve's dick throb and slap noisily against his stomach, oozing out a long puddle of pre-cum onto his abs as they crunched and uncrunched, trying in vain to thrust his pelvis upwards.
I looked into Steve's eyes and took hold of the vibrator, twisting it slightly inside of him a bit, just before turning it to it's next highest setting. Steve's eyes began to roll back in his head and he let loose a long invective; swearing loudly from the mind-blowing pleasure the toy was bringing to his prostate. I smiled and decided that I'd let him go long enough, so I reached down and switched it to max. Steve's entire body tensed up, every muscle pulling taut and rigid as the first wave of his orgasm fell upon him. I watched, stunned, as Steve's dick began to fire forth its first load of the night. The first two shots shooting far over his head, past the headboard and hitting the wall behind with an audible 'splat'. The next two shots hitting the headboard, and the last four covering his face and chest with thick, white pearly liquid. Steve nearly screamed as I grabbed his cock and began to slowly milk the last drops of cum out of it.
"Ughhh UGHHH! Sensitive! Ughh!"
"Quiet! Ride the wave of the pleasure. Let it wash over you, but not overwhelm you!" I kept stroking as Steve groaned and thrust upwards feebly, his eyes still rolled back in his head, showing only whites for more than a minute.
After I stopped stroking him, Steve watched as I slowly lapped up the cum off his chest, neck and cheeks. I smiled at him and then pressed my lips to his, surprised when my kiss was answered with great fervor, and I felt his tongue probing my mouth, gathering up the taste of his own seed.
I pulled back and watched Steve relax. I stood up and smiled down at him. "I have a bit of a surprise for you, Steve."
Steve groaned, "This whole thing isn't enough? What's next, an at-home vasectomy?"
I smiled, amused by his rather wry humor. Not many guys have the chutzpah to crack a joke when they're naked and trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. "No. Patti's going to come over here and help you out now, for a while. I'm going to go get us all something to drink."
I turned and smiled at Patti who looked a bit surprised at the announcement I had just made. I motioned her up and she walked to the bedside. I unhooked Steve's legs from the top of the bed, letting them fall freely to the ground. I grabbed her by the waist and told her to straddle Steve's face. I watched as Steve's cock leapt back to half erection as Patti lowered herself down on his face. Patti began to moan as Steve's tongue began to work in and out of her. I grabbed Patti's wrists and secured them to the headboard, thus assuring that she wouldn't get up while I was getting us refreshments. As I got off the bed, I smiled and grabbed up a second smaller finger vibe from the nightstand, lubed it up, and then reached down and quickly inserted it into Patti's asshole. This was about the closest I'd ever gotten to having sex with a woman, thought I doubt she appreciated the length I had just gone through in touching her naked form. Up to that point in my life, I'd have run screaming out to the sink to scrub my hand and arm with disinfectant soap and scalding hot water. Patti began to protest the vibrator until I turned it on to its maximum setting. I made my way to the door and her complaints had vanished into a sea of whimpering and moaning as the vibrator and Steve's tongue worked their magic.
I nipped down to the kitchen and grabbed a few glasses from the cupboard, filling each with some Gatorade. I separated one glass, Steve's glass, from the others. I opened the cupboard and pulled out a prescription bottle and popped the cap. I took out one of the small blue pills and used a pill grinder to grind it up to a fine powder, and then I dumped it into his glass and mixed it in. It dissolved instantly and I took all three glasses back up the stairs to the bedroom.
When I opened the bedroom door, I was met with what I believe was the last of a series of loud, orgasmic screams from Patti. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open wide and she was panting between yelps. I figure she was having an orgasm or she was having a heart attack. Not being a doctor, or ever having had sex with women, I wouldn't have been able to tell either way, unless she dropped over dead.
I untied Patti from the bed and gave her one of the unspiked glasses of Gatorade. As she toddled off to the bathroom, I took the spiked glass of Gatorade and put it on the nightstand, then grabbed a towel, wet it with some warm, soapy water and wiped Patti's juices off Steve's face. I tried not to look as if seeing her juices on Steve's face iccked me out, but apparently something must have shown on my face because Steve was smiling and giggling as he watched me gingerly clean him up. I took the glass of Gatorade and tipped his head forward, allowing him to drink it all down. He smiled and thanked me for the drink. HA! If only he knew!
I looked at the alarm clock and noted the time, realizing that the Viagra I had just given him would take a little time to kick in, and then the night's entertainment would really start in earnest.
I slowly untied the tie of my long shorts and began to slowly pull them down, when I realized my captive audience of one was staring, showing an undeniable interest at what lay beneath my shorts. I made a show of slowly pulling my shorts down my legs and then step out of them as they puddled around my feet. Steve's eyes were locked onto to the bulge of my package so I smiled and grabbed hold of it through my jockeys. "See something you like?"
Steve blushed and looked away for a second. I smiled as I watched his eyes snap back to my crotch not a minute later.
"I think you do see something that's piqued your interest, haven't you, Steve? You want some of this?" I asked innocently, rubbing the cotton as it pressed over the long tube of my shaft.
Steve's face flushed a dark red and I smiled as I put a hand inside my underwear and wrapped my fingers around the length my semi-hard dick. Steve's breath hitched as he watched, unblinking at the outline of my fingers through the cotton as I began slowly running my fingers up and around the head of my cock. I moaned lightly and noted that Steve's erection was standing tall and throbbing full again. I got up on the bed and began to straddle his face. I came to rest just as the tip of my bulge lay just out of reach of his lips. I wasn't going to force this on him completely, I thought; if he wants this, he can stretch his neck a little to get it.
I looked down into Steve's eyes just before they closed and his head leaned forward, covering the short distance to my jockey covered cock. I gasped as Steve opened his mouth and began to slobber, lick and suck on the bulge nestled in my underwear, covering my cotton covered prick in the warm wash of his saliva.
"Oh...that's good Steve. Real good. You sure you've never done this before?" I said, smiling down at him at he noshed on my bone through the fabric. He mumbled into my crotch and shook his head slightly. I pulled up and felt his mouth pull away from the front of my now soaked underwear.
I grinned at Steve as he whimpered. "Wanna try it again, this time without the underwear?"
Steve nodded slowly and I pulled my underwear down and hooked it under my nuts, pulling the entire package forward and making it jut out more impressively.
Steve groaned as I slowly straddled his face once again, playfully taking my still slobbery cock and slapping him on the cheeks with it.
"Open wide, Steve." Steve opened his mouth wide, anxious for more of what he had just tasted.
"Good!" I smiled, "Now, stick out your tongue and say ahhhh!"
Steve, looking dubious, did as I asked, and groaned as I stroked my cock up and down the length of his tongue, depositing a long line of pre-cum as I did so. Steve's tongue disappeared back into his mouth and I smiled as I heard him tasting the fluid I had just deposited.
"How's that taste, dude?" I asked, reaching down and placing a hand at the back of his head, lifing it up a bit and putting a small pillow under it.
Steve smacked his lips lightly, "A little salty, a little sweet. I've tasted worse."
"Good" I said, pulling his head up so that my dick was lined up with his mouth. "Let's see how well you suck." I pushed the length of my cock into Steve's mouth, smiling as I felt him tense as it nudged the back of his throat. Steve looked up at me, his eyes wide.
"Well? Get on it, man. Suck it!" I said, more a command than a request. Steve's head began to pivot back and forth causing my cock to slide nearly out of his mouth, and then back almost the whole way in again. I closed my eyes and reached down to touch Steve's chest, running a hand across his meaty pec and slowly pinching and twisting his nipple. Steve's chest bucked up under me and he began to moan softly around my dick, the vibrations causing me to shake and moan myself. Steve's eyes twinkled then and I saw his head begin to bob on my cock faster and faster yet. I pulled out of his mouth just before he could pull me over the edge, then moved my pelvis up a bit further, placing my ballsac into his hot and waiting mouth.
For a guy who had limited experience-sucking dick, Steve was doing an excellent job, rolling my balls slowly in his mouth, causing me to gasp and shiver in delight. I pulled my balls away from his mouth and he moaned.
"Cerebral bisexual, eh?" I smiled down at him as Gloria giggled from her chair behind me at the foot of the bed. "I think you need to come out of the closet. Not many straight guys can suck dick like that."
Steve's face broke out into a sheepish grin. "I did tell you I tried this before, right?" I nodded at him and he continued, " Well...I didn't give up till I got it right with that guy."
That unexpected response made me laugh. "Lucky boy! Ever been fucked before tonight, though?"
Steve shook his head. "Huh-uh. Sucking is about as far as I got."
I nodded as I got up off his chest and slid off the bed and began refastening his legs to the headboard, smiling as his rock-hard dick slapped noisily off his abs. "If you've liked what we've done so far, who knows, you might really enjoy bottoming."
I reached over and grabbed the lube from the nightstand and squeezed a large dollop out onto my fingers in order to freshen Steve's hole up, fingering it slowly while he squirmed and moaned lightly at the intruding fingers. I knelt between his legs and positioned the tip of my dick at the entrance to his hole. I grabbed hold of his dick with one hand and slowly began to stroke him as I used the other hand to slowly guide my cock into his hole.
Steve groaned, grunting at the larger width of the new intruder. I slowly inched it in, a bit at a time, till finally my pubes butted up against his balls and I felt the front of my own nuts come to rest against his asscheeks. I sighed at the tightness of his hole and smiled as I heard Steve sigh in return.
"Well..You’re no longer an anal virgin, eh Steve?"
I looked at him and smiled, then pulled back, till the head of my cock nearly came out of his ass, then slammed my hips forward quickly, tearing a gasp from Steve's throat."
"Oh! Oh! Oh Shit!" Steve gasped as I repeated the action and began to quicken my strokes on his cock. "Unngh! Oh, Yeah! Faster!"
I grinned and complied, ratcheting up the rhythm of my strokes, until Steve's moans and grunts turned into yips and yelps of pleasure.
"If..." Steve stuttered, momentarily left breathless from a particularly energetic stroke inwards. "If you don't slow down, I'm gonna cum again."
I smiled evilly and poured on the steam, pistoning in and out of his hole till sweat dripped down my chest and I began to feel a burning in my hips and abs from the repetitive motion. I smiled as I saw Steve's body looking nearly aglow in a sheet of perspiration, his lower abs nearly covered in a puddle of his pre-cum. Just as I thought my energy would give out, Steve's body tensed up, his arms, legs, abs and back flexing with enough power to literally lift him off the mattress as his cock, sliding wetly in my grasp, began to spew cum like a volcano. Steve screamed as his orgasm overtook him and I felt his ass clamp down on my cock like a vice. I groaned and let my load loose, coating his insides with my seed.
After Steve's asshole left loose of my now softening dick, I leaned forward and looked into Steve's eyes.
"OK?" I asked, looking to see how he had taken it. Steve nodded and leaned his head forward, pressing his lips against my own.
"Better than OK. That was un-fucking-believable!" he exclaimed, after the kiss.
I smiled and pulled back, grabbing the last toy from the nightstand and spreading a light amount of lube onto it and then opening up the controller to make sure that the batteries were present and working. I looked up to see Steve's face lined with concern.
"What the fuck is that?!?" he said, indicating the metallic anal probe. I smiled deviously at him.
"Hmmm...maybe I'll tell ya...maybe I won't." I teased, "I guarantee you'll get a charge out of it one way or the other."
Steve groaned, "But...I don't think I'll be able to...you know...get it going again."
I grinned and grabbed his still hard cock and gave it a few tugs.
"Um....how the fuck is that possible?!? This will be like....the third time...and it's not gone down yet."
I grinned and decided to mess with him a bit. "It's the gay sex thing. We can go all night and it doesn't go limp afterwards like with straight sex."
Steve looked stunned. "Really?!?"
I nodded and tried not to smile. It worked for only a few minutes before I broke up laughing.
"If you believe that, I also have some oceanfront property in Arizona I'd like to sell you, too!"
Steve harrumphed and then nodded to his still hard dick. "But how?!"
I smiled at him and shook my head. "Trade secrets, buddy!"
Steve stuck out his lower lip and pouted until I pressed the metal probe into his asshole. I pushed it in the entire way and then moved him to the one side of the bed so that I could lie beside him. Steve watched intently as I took the controller and turned it on its lowest setting. Nothing happened.
"Um...I think that might be a bit too low...I don't feel anything." he said, apparently waiting for something to happen.
I nodded at him and then leaned over the side of his chest and took his nipple into my mouth and began to suck and nibble on it lightly. Steve's head dropped back and he moaned appreciatively. As I sucked and nibbled on his tit, I switched the controller over into my right hand and used my left to slowly begin to jerk him off again.
"Oh man...that feels so fuckin' good!" Steve hissed as I rubbed my fingers over the still lubricated head of his cock. "I can't believe I'm still fuckin' hard. This is so intense!"
'Not as intense as this will be.' I thought as I clicked the controller for the anal plug up a notch to its next level. Steve's eyes popped open wide and his body tensed up, arching his ass high off the bed as a deep guttural moan exited forth from his mouth.
"UUuuuuuugghhhhh!" he groaned hoarsely, "Ohh...what.....what...is that? It's...ummmmmm....unnnnnnghhhh."
I grinned and pulled the power back down. "It's intense, huh?"
Steve nodded, his throat working hard, swallowing repeatedly. I pulled my head up, even with Steve's, still not relinquishing my grasp on his cock, and kissed him again below his ear, watching the reaction of the kiss break over him, causing his body to quiver and his dick to twitch and throb. I leaned in closely to his ear and began to whisper to him quietly as I increased the speed and intensity of the stroking of his cock. Steve's hips twitched slightly as he felt my hand corkscrew up his sha....................
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