a train experience

I was off to Florida, away from the dreary streets of Manhattan. My Aunt lived in Florida and my parents had agreed that as I had just turned 18, I could go visit her for the Winter Break. I thought I would fly, but my parents suggested I take the Silver Meteor to Jacksonville and my Aunt could meet me there. “You’ll see a lot more of the Country than if you were just flying over it.” Actually, the thought of a train ride was great. This wouldn’t be like the subways I took each day, but a real true to life train, with dining cars and all the trimmings. I agreed and my parents bought me a ticket.
The train left in the evening, around 9:30 p.m. and would arrive in Jacksonville the following morning. I kissed my parents good-bye at the train station and with the help of a conductor, found my seat. It was a great seat, wide, comfortable and next to the window. After my parents had left, I quickly slipped off the train and went to a magazine stand. I bought three porn mags, two of hetero and, with a blush, one of men on men, or I should say young guys with young guys. I then bought a newspaper. I hid them in my briefcase and boarded the train five minutes before it pulled out.
I loved riding the train, watching NYC go by, and then moving into the suburbs. My parents had been right, this was the way to go when you had the time, and I had plenty of time. After awhile, other passengers began to turn off their lights. I was amazed that I had the whole row to myself when, suddenly, a man in his late forties sat down in the aisle seat. He was slim, with silver hair and a thin, good-looking face. I noticed his hands, which were very well manicured and had long, thin, fingers. They looked like a pianist’s hands. He was very well dressed, immaculate in a white shirt, blue pants, blue blazer and a beautiful red tie. He smiled at me, “do you mind?” he asked and I shook my head. What the heck, I knew I could look at my mags inside the newspaper I had bought and that I could keep a blanket over my lap to hide the erection I knew I was going to get. Just thinking about the mags made my cock feel full, ready. I loved jerking off, and loved jerking off in strange places even more. I realized that I wouldn’t be able to masturbate in my seat with the man there, but knew that the bathroom was available.
He talked for awhile, asking me where I was going, what school I went to, just chit chat. He told me that he was, in fact, a pianist for a small symphony in the city. “I like it,” he had enthused, “I’ve been in the big symphonies before and there are just too much politics.” Finally, our conversation ebbed. I wanted it to end so I could get out my newspaper, and the porno mags I had bought. Ron, for that was his name, finally wound down, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I opened my briefcase, slid a hetero mag out, and put it in the newspaper. Then, with the newspaper as cover, began to peruse its contents. I was befuddled by my sexuality. I was jealous of those who said “I have always been gay, since birth,” or “I love women, I’m purely hetero.” I was confused, that I knew. I loved women, their big, steamy breasts. And I loved men, their hot, hard cocks. My experience was limited. I had actually penetrated only one girl, and she was not the best looking girl in our school, by any description. In fact, she was a known “slut,” and would fuck anybody. I fucked her on the soccer field after a school dance. Three other guys had fucked her before I had, I had watched, so she was slippery as hell when I shoved into her. And she had been drunk. So, I couldn’t say I had great experience in the hetero area. My experience in the gay area was just as limited. A friend had gotten drunk and admitted he was gay. He was overweight, and not very good looking, but had performed oral sex on me, which was okay, and I had jerked him off, which was also okay, though his penis was very small and thin.
So, here I was on a train, a confirmed masturbation addict who loved porno of all kinds, and a confused 18 year old who got hard when the wind blew. The hetero mag was good, beautiful, but real looking women getting hammered by long, fat cocks. Anal was especially hot for me, as I loved to shove stuff up my greedy asshole. I had always loved anal penetration and practiced it often, though I had to be creative with what I used as I really had no where to store dildos, even if I was willing to pay the exorbitant price the adult stores asked for them. I hardened fully, and looked over at Ron. He looked asleep. He had reclined the seat fully and put a pillow under his head. I surreptitiously reached under the blanket, adjusted my seven-inch cock, and rubbed the head a bit for luck. Then went back to the magazine.
After I had fully perused the first, I went to the second hetero mag. It wasn’t as good, but was still worth pondering over. As I sat there, hard as stone, I wondered if I should go jerk off in the bathroom now, or wait. I decided to wait, and took out the gay magazine I had bought. It was phenomenal. Great looking young guys, hard, with big, immense pricks. There was a great spread of anal sex between two hot studs, bareback and deep. It made my asshole itch and I wondered if I could chance shoving the cucumber I had brought with me up my asshole in the bathroom, or if it was too risky. I had been rubbing my cock under the blanket and had even chanced pulling the knob out, wetting it with spit and really giving it a good going over. My nipples, which were big, were also getting a careful, secretive work out. It seemed as if they were, somehow, tied to my cock and the more I pinched them, pulled at them, even clamped them with clothespins, the more sensitive they became. I decided to slip the cucumber into my pocket, and go jerk off in the bathroom. I was horny as hell and really needed relief.
As I carefully stood, loath to wake Ron, his eyes opened and he looked directly at my crotch, which was almost right in front of his face. I knew the bulge my still half hard cock made was visible, and so I blushed.
“Oh, sorry Tory, where you going?” I mumbled something about the bathroom, and then maybe to the dining car. As I started to move, he smiled and said, “you sure you aren’t going to go to the bathroom and masturbate?” That stopped me, dead. I gaped at him. He laughed lightly. “Oh, sorry Tory. I didn’t mean to embarrass you but next time you look at porno magazines in a railroad car, be sure that you don’t sit next to the window.” He pointed, and I realized that while I was sitting there, thinking I was so smart hiding the magazines in the newspaper, they were clearly reflected in the clear glass of the window. “They seemed to be pretty good ones, especially the last.” I didn’t know what to say. He was referring to the gay mag, and that really embarrassed me. He just looked at me steadily. “Why don’t you sit back down for a moment?” I did. For a moment he seemed at a loss for words. Finally, and with some trepidation, he said, “I can help, Tory.” I had no idea what he was talking about and I suppose my expression clearly conveyed my confusion. “With your problem,” he said, looking at my crotch. And then I realized what he was saying, and got scared shitless. He was homosexual! And he was offering to have sex with me! I started to bumble about how I wasn’t really like that, I really liked girls and had just got that magazine out of curiosity. He just looked at me. Finally, I ran down. He turned towards me. “Look, Tory, I am merely offering, that’s all. I just thought that if you liked magazines like that, maybe you would like to experience it, that’s all. If you don’t feel comfortable, don’t worry. I’m not going to bite you, after all.” He suddenly smiled, “unless you ask me to, of course.”
I mumbled something about how tired I was, then turned away and pretended to try to sleep. He was silent. And I guess I did sleep, at least for a while. When I woke up, I was facing him, all curled up, and drool wetting my shirt. I didn’t move, just opened my eyes. Everything was dark, except Ron had a tiny reading light on. And by that light, I saw his cock. He had his pants open, but not pulled down. His shirt was pulled up above his nipples, which were big, even bigger than mine, and hard. His cock was fully erect, long, maybe nine inches. The shaft was thin, thinner than mine, but the head of his prick was huge, a gigantic mushroom on top of a thin stalk. It was an angry red, beginning to turn purple from the movement of his hand. He was slowly jerking off. His pee slit was oozing pre-cum, and as I watched, through half closed eyes, I saw him rub the slippery fluid over the gigantic, angry cock head. I was fascinated with what I was seeing. My own prick swelled. It was like looking at a magazine, but this was real.
“You don’t have to pretend you’re not looking Tory, I don’t mind.” I felt myself blush.
“I should call the conductor.” I said, trying to bluff my way out of my embarrassment.
He just smiled, “oh, go ahead if you wish to. I will just stuff it back in my pants and, well, you’re the one with the gay porno mag, aren’t you?” And that floored me, he was right, I was. I mentally shrugged, I wouldn’t have called the conductor anyway. “Have you ever seen a man’s cock, Tory?” I shook my head. He opened his pants more, giving me a better look. I realized something I had not picked up on before, he was shaved, completely, bald as an egg. He showed me his testicles, big, much larger than mine. “You can watch, Tory, if you wish.” And he went back to slowly stroking his prick, playing with the inordinately huge, angry red knob.
“Are you gay?” I asked. And then I realized the stupidity of my question, “I mean, you know, just gay, not hetero at all?”
He smiled, “I know what you mean. Oh, I’m married, have been for twenty years, but I prefer men, always have. Understand?”
I shook my head, confused. “I thought, well, you were one or the other?”
He slowed his hand motion, just keeping his cock hard. He was clearly trying to frame his words. “I don’t know Tory. I guess if you told me I could only be one or the other, I would go with men for that is the kind of sex, the kind of company I really love. But I have good sex with my wife. I know she has other men, and she knows I like men, and we live with that. It is tough to understand, but it works.”
I was quiet for awhile, just looking at his cock, feeling my own erection throb. The only guy sex I had was with a kid I didn’t really like, but I really wanted to feel a penis. Looking at Ron, I suddenly knew that sex with him would be different, and, I realized, better, a lot better. I nodded.
He chuckled quietly, “well, if you really do understand you’re doing better that I am, for I am still a bit confused, even after all these years.” He looked right at me. “But what I do know, is I would gladly suck your cock until you shot your load into my mouth.” His sudden lapse into dirty talk stunned me for a moment, but then got me hot as hell. He was looking right at me. “Tory, you don’t need to do a thing. Just lean back, imagine what you want, or look at your magazines.” His hand was moving faster now. Without any warning, he moved into the seat next to me, his long cock flopping around as he did so. “No one will see, Tory. They are all asleep, and none of them are able to see even if they were awake.”
I had always loved risk, especially exhibitionistic risk. Jerking off in men’s rooms at the urinal, scared some man would come to the one next to me and see, or in dressing rooms. I would get so hot thinking about the cameras everyone said were in those rooms, and some security guard watching me jerk off, come on a handkerchief and slide the full cotton back into my pants. I had jerked off in weird places, and now Ron wanted me to have sex in public, with a man! And I nodded. He wasted no time, his hand snaking to my pants, undoing the button. I moved the seat into a reclining position and looked all around. The only person I could even see was a young woman, two rows away and she was clearly asleep. Even if she weren’t, she wouldn’t be able to see Ron’s head in my lap.
He pulled my hard cock out of my pants, and without any waste of time took the entire length into his mouth, down his throat. I thrust, it felt GOOD! As he blew me, I watched him jerk on his own cock. I wanted to touch it, and even to suck it. But most of all, I wanted it shoved up my ass. And that thought took me over the edge, and with a low grunt, I gave him the load he wanted. And he didn’t miss a beat, taking it all, swallowing each part of it and milking me until I had no more to give. Then he carefully cleaned my cock, slid it back under my pants and buttoned them. Then he leaned back, his long prick in clear view. He pulled up his shirt, twisted and pinched one of his nipples, and then came all over his chest and flat stomach, thrusting his prick as if he was penetrating a cunt, or a young man’s asshole I thought.
He smiled, and then wiped himself with a handkerchief he had pulled from his sport jacket pocket. “That was, well great Tory, really great!”
I just smiled and nodded. It had been great, but not as fulfilling as I had wanted. I wanted his cock in my ass. A slam announced the conductor coming into the carriage. Ron moved quickly to his seat, and I made sure I was fully buttoned up. I was. The conductor said nothing as he passed us by. I fell asleep. I awoke once or twice and saw Ron asleep as well. As the sky lightened, I knew we weren’t far from Jacksonville. Ron was happy, giddy almost and he talked me into going to the dining car and eating breakfast. It was great, he ordered champagne, and made sure I had some. He was great to be with, funny, and easy to talk to. The conductor came through the car announcing our arrival in half an hour. I wished the train ride could have gone on forever.
“Look, Tory. Why not come spend a day or so with me. My wife and kids are out of town, at her mother’s and won’t be back for a week. I live on the beach, it will be great.” He looked at me, and I told him my Aunt was supposed to pick me up. He seemed to mull it over, “okay, look, we can meet during the day, or at night.” And I nodded. He gave me his number, “call me, please.” He had a note of begging in his voice. I nodded again. But as I said goodbye to him, and as he begged me again to call him, I didn’t think I would.
My Aunt was glad to see me, and it was great riding with her back to their house which was also on the beach. She was good-looking, a bit overweight, but with great big breasts which fired my imagination. “You’ll love it here Tory, really. The neighborhood is great and the beach is a walk across the dunes from our back door. As we pulled into her driveway, I noticed the house next door. It was huge, gorgeous.
“Wow,” I said, “who lives there?”
My Aunt smiled, “oh, a very famous pianist. I think they are away right now, but they are a gorgeous couple. I think his name is Ron, Ron Ragaway.” And suddenly I realized I wouldn’t have to make the decision to call Ron or not, I just had to walk fifty yards to his front door! And my prick moved and my asshole itched, anticipating what would happen over the next week.

virtual boyfriend

I slowly closed the lid to my computer after a couple hours of titillating online cybersex. As my hands carefully caressed the edges of the case on my little laptop I put it away in its travel case tears filling my eyes. Kyle, my cyber boyfriend, and I had just broken up. We had been cyber dating, having virtual sex for over a year. Now, we were taking a hiatus from each other, putting our steamy online sex sessions on hold for a while.

We had gotten to know each other fairly well during the past year. Not only had we grown very close we had been very explicit with each other in our e-mails and immediate messaging. We knew each other’s secret sexual wants, desires and fantasies. We had exchanged explicit photographs with each other, but never any with faces. I found that during the past year I eagerly looked forward to and had grown to enjoy our online trysts. I loved Kyle’s body, his personality, and desperately wanted to meet him. I wanted to make love to him in person; however, that had all been put on hold for now. I had discovered that I was too scared to take that next step, that fateful plunge into reality – I was scared of getting busted. Good thing there is security in online anonymity.

I use an “MSN Hotmail” e-mail address and “MSN Messaging” that are registered under a pseudonym for my online sexual exploits; that’s how I first met Kyle, while cyber cruising late one night. From then on Kyle and I would rendezvous via IMs, exchanging personal dialogue, and indulging in our long distant online sex sessions. We would secretly seduce each other with words for hours, two to three times a week through the Internet, dependent upon our schedules. We had exchanged nude pictures with each other, and pulled off some pretty intense sessions of cybersex. Of course, all the naked photos I had sent to Kyle were headless nude shots of me, and Kyle’s snapshots to me were also headless. Neither of us wanted our identities and nakedness flaunted around the world by way of the Internet. I guess, in that year, neither of us had come to fully trust the other.

Early in our virtual sex sessions my online partner told me he was a student at a California college and he was twenty-two; however, the naked photos he had sent to me appeared to be that of a younger man, maybe even a teenager eighteen or nineteen. And Kyle didn’t write like a college student either, but more like a hopelessly romantic high school student. However, to be on the safe side I always printed out his e-mail and instant messages to me, especially the one stating that he was, in fact, twenty-two years old. If this kid was indeed twenty-two he had one hella sweet smooth looking young body.

Over our yearlong cyber relationship I had become totally infatuated by Kyle and his body, especially its physical attributes. A great looking frame I wanted badly next to me in my bed to have my way with for many long hours of lovemaking. Of course, Kyle had given me many compliments in the past year about my own body, telling me that I looked younger than my age, too. I knew that I appeared younger than my twenty-two years. Damn it, I really wanted to meet my young cyber stud for some one-on-one in the flesh sex, but still after a year I was unsure of a meeting with him. I also didn’t want to get busted showing up to meet the guy who was underage along with a television crew filming the meeting.

In the past year Kyle and I had not indulged in phone sex, so there was no way to verify each other’s phone numbers or other personal information. At one point I suggested that we fax or scan our driver’s license and send them to each other as proof of age. Then we could talk on the phone before actually meeting face to face. However, Kyle told me that although his computer was private he did not have a scanner or a private phone at home. He told me that he was still living with his parent’s while attending college. Of that I had my suspicions. I had to somehow verify Kyle’s age before I met up with him in person. More importantly, I needed to know whether or not this anonymous person was a cyber narc trying to set me up before I would commit to a face-to-face meeting. I was sure that some of Kyle’s personal information was exaggerated, including his age. The one thing that was not exaggerated was his totally hot bod. There were two things I had not lied to Kyle about: my age and the things I enjoyed doing as far as sex with another guy.

Kyle appeared so sensual in all those posed photos he had sent to me, and I could tell that they were all of the same person. He had a small teddy bear tattooed on his lower abdomen; right where his leg, crotch and abdomen met. He also used a digital camera with a time and date stamp on the photos. The pictures and seductive dialogue made me drool and then cum many times over during our online sex sessions. Yes, he was one deliciously desirable dude that I desperately wanted to have real live sex with at some point and time. Kyle had tried to entice me to meet him on several occasions with money offers. He offered to pay my airfare to Los Angles, all expenses, and then put me up at posh hotels in L. A., but I was reluctant. Not knowing for sure who was on the other end of the anonymous e-mails and instant messaging I hadn’t taken the bait.

I had heard so many stories about guys meeting other guys online, and then they ended up getting busted because the person was a minor or they violated some state or federal law. Nope, I wasn’t going to get arrested over some underage cybercunt who wanted a quick blowjob in the bathroom at the local bus depot. Anyway, life was about to change for me in a couple of days. Soon, I would graduate and head out for summer break; a summer of fun in the sun. Still, there were tears in my eyes at the thought of possibly never again cybering with or even meeting Kyle, but hopefully I would find him online again one day. Maybe, when I returned to the university in the fall to begin my graduate studies program.

note: not written by me, not even read, just copy-paste.

dentist for your cock

I was in pain, and I really didn’t care what the nurse was telling me. “But he doesn’t have anyone to help him,” she said, a bit of begging in her voice. I knew I was getting upset, but my rotten tooth was driving me forward.
“I really don’t care!” I almost yelled. “Give me the phone,” I said, past the point of being polite. “Hello?” I told him who I was, how much pain I was in, and how badly I needed the root canal. “I don’t care what it costs, okay. I am desperate. I can’t take another night like I had last night, okay?”
“But I have no one to help. I will have to use a general anesthesia on you, do you understand?”
I didn’t give a damn, and told him so. He gave me directions and two seconds later I was on the road on the way to his office. The door was locked, it was well after 5:00 p.m., but it opened almost immediately when I knocked. “Mr. Donahue?” I nodded. I noticed him, but not in detail. He was short, maybe 5′ 5″, and very slender with blonde hair. He couldn’t have been over 35, whereas I was 53, but I really didn’t give a shit. All I knew was that he was going to get rid of the fucking pain! He explained what he would have to do as he showed me to the modern dentist chair. I just nodded, I didn’t care. All I knew was that the pain would stop. As he put the mask over my face I wanted to tell him to be sure to use more than most folks took as I, historically, was not susceptible to anesthesia but I never had the chance.
I came out of the anesthesia all at once. I snapped my eyes open and saw Dr. Branson moving away, his hands full of tools. And then I realized that I felt no pain. It was wonderful! I closed my eyes, reveling in the lack of feeling. Suddenly, I felt hands at my crotch. My eyes flew open and Dr. Branson was bending over me. I must have still been a bit groggy, as the fact he was naked didn’t really seem odd to me. His hands were moving over me, squeezing my prick. I never wore underwear, so I knew he was getting a good feel. And, for some perverse reason, I stayed quiet, silent, and didn’t move.
He was very, very slim. His ass was a bit of a bubble butt, and as I looked more closely I realized he was shaved, no hair on his butt, in his crack, or even on his legs! His hands began to fumble with my belt, then once he had that open he undid my pants button and with one movement pulled my pants about half way down my brawny thighs. I liked to shave too, but just around my cock. I heard a little gasp as he realized this, or I suppose it was when he realized that, as I really couldn’t see what he was doing. But I could feel what was happening. He had grasped my limp dick and was stroking it. I heard small moans from him, he was muttering something I couldn’t understand. He fondled my balls, and then slid a finger over my asshole. I stayed soft, but I could sense that if he kept up what he was doing, that condition would not stay static for long.

Then, the back of his head bobbed down and he engulfed my soft penis. I almost moaned, but remembered myself just in time. He swirled my cock head around in his mouth, playing with my pee hole, sticking his tongue as far up it as it would go. I began to harden, shit he was pretty good! Certainly better than my wife. I had, had some man to man experience in my past, but this was perfect. I could just pretend I had no idea what was going on, or that I was even conscious. I wondered if he would swallow the load that was building up in my dick. Then I saw he was playing with his own cock. I could just catch a glimpse, but it looked very hard, thinnish in the shaft, but with a big, angry knob. His hand was really moving up and down on his prick. He must be close, I thought. And I was right. A moment later it gushed, hot thick cum shooting out, hitting the floor. But he never missed a beat on my dick. Watching him orgasm had triggered my own excitement and in just a minute or so, my prick swelled, heated up, and then shot a huge load down the throat of my dentist. He took it all. In fact, he milked me, making sure that every drop came out.
As he stood, I closed my eyes again. I felt him moving around. I assumed he was cleaning up. He wiped my prick, then carefully pulled my pants back up, tucked in my shirt, and re-buckled my belt. Then, for a few minutes, nothing. Without warning I felt a mask over my face. It took everything I had not to yelp, but I didn’t. I quickly realized he was giving me oxygen, waking me up. And I played the part well. He never suspected that I had any idea what had just happened. I paid him, we shook hands. I was effusive in my thanks. It cost me $500 for the root canal, but I thought as I walked out, given that I had a blowjob thrown in for free it hadn’t been a bad deal

get the contract signed- part seven: last part

Binggum gave a little squeak, seeing those four fingers of CJ’s finger fucking my ass, and in a self-congratulatory voice, CJ said, “Didn’t think it could be done, did you? Don’t worry. No damage. It will tighten right back up after I’m done. Well, maybe not exactly right afterward, but certainly in time enough for you to have your jollies.”

Quick as a wink, CJ was back up on his feet. He strode over to Binggum’s chair and laid it down on the floor, with Binggum on his back pointed up.

“What? Why are you doing that?” Binggum asked in an uncertain voice.

“Ringside seat, that’s why,” CJ answered. “You’re our honored host, and you get the best seat in the house.” He pulled me over until I was standing over Binggum’s face. “Tent yourself over him, with your chest on his legs and your piece just out of reach about his mouth,” CJ told me, and I did as he asked. I looked back to see CJ behind me, lubricating his flagpole. “Spread em,” he commanded as he walked in behind me,” and I dutifully complied. No matter how opened he’d made me, I knew I’d want my legs spread as far apart as possible. He laid his dong inside the crack between my butt cheeks and gave it a couple of strokes and beat it against my cheeks a couple of times.

“So, how’s the view down there, Johnathan?” CJ called down to Binggum.

“Just fine,” he answered.

I expected his big dick head to approach first, but I was surprised to feel him kneel and give me some tongue again, followed by various fingers and puffs of air. But then, there it was, as I remembered it. It felt like the end of a broomstick and about three times as big as it had looked—and it had looked like a monster head, overflowing the thick rod that backed it up. That, at least was solace. Once the head was in, nothing wider was to follow.

I grunted in slight pain as the glans pushed at the hole, and my legs trembled as it slid in up to and a bit beyond the rim. Binggum, who had a close view of it all, let out a little squeak of pleasure. I could feel one of CJ’s hands come around in front. He pulled my cock ring off and swirled it around Binggum’s mouth and nose, to Binggum’s great pleasure. Tossing that aside, CJ cupped my balls momentarily and then wrapped his hand around my cock close to the root and replaced the pressure the ring had been providing. I moaned, and my legs began to feel like jelly. Binggum moaned at the sight of what was going on just above his face. I could feel CJ take his own cock with his other hand and rotate it inside me, gently stretching the hole. He was whispering encouragement for me to relax and telling me how nice a fuck I was. Binggum was whispering his agreement. The cock had found the prostrate and, as before, I felt myself just releasing, and the cock slid in.

“Ah, good, nice,” CJ murmured. That’s got a couple of inches in. It should be easier going now. A couple of inches?! I moaned again. It was painful, but possibly not as painful as the previous day’s fucks had been. “Ah another inch. It should slip on up now,” CJ was saying. “Now come back up to me, arching your back, chest out, and wrap your arms around my neck.” I started to come back up, but CJ told me to stop, as I could feel his dick losing some ground. With one hand on my lower stomach and the other gently pushing my lower back into an arch, he brought my butt closer into his crotch, and I could feel his rod pushing in further—even a little further than it had been before. I moaned—and Binggum moaned—but I rose back up, my back arched as well as I could, and wrapped my arms around CJ’s neck. I felt CJ’s hands go below my knees in front of my calves, and he smoothly and effortless pulled me up in front of him as if I were sitting in a chair, but with my asshole arched back and up to provide an angle for a full-dick fuck. I could hear Binggum catch his breath. The half-buried cock and its receptacle must have been right over his face, giving him a full view of what was happening. And what was happening was that CJ’s cock was slowly but surely snaking its way up my innards. No inching and waiting now; he was gliding right on in. Even so, it seemed to be taking him forever, and I couldn’t feel his pubic hair tickling my ass yet. But then he pulled my folded legs a little bit closer, the angle on my ass increased just a smidgen, and he was in all of the way.

“So, what do you think, our dear host? Do you agree now it can be done?”

“Yes, yes,” Binggum whispered. “Now me. Now, give him to me.”

“In a bit, in just a little bit.” I want to show you how good he is. And then CJ began to rock the chair he had made of me, pushing me out so that an increasing amount of his dick root could be seen and then pushing back in. I was trembling and moaning, and Binggum was trembling and moaning as well. If anything, I felt CJ was getting bigger inside me. But I had stretched to where I could manage him, and, feeling this, he chose to give Binggum one last thrill. First he let one of my legs down and then the other. He still held me to him in position, skewered on his bludgeon, like a rag doll, in front of him. He told me I could let loose of his neck with my arms and let my chest and arms fall before me. Then he took a step back and lifted Binggum and his chair back upright. He stepped away from the chair, and, in Binggum’s view, while holding me in place across my stomach with one hand, took his other hand, and slowly spun my body around so that now my chest was suspended below him. Binggum was be able to see the root of his now floor-pointed cock rising out of my ass. He’d done all of this without losing purchase in my ass, and the sensation of him rotating inside me hadn’t been all that unpleasant.

“You can drape your legs over my shoulders again,” he said. And then he asked, “Do you think you can rise up and give us a kiss?”

“Sure, I said.” It took really strong stomach muscles to pull myself up, but I did so, wrapping an arm around his neck and giving him a kiss. While we were kissing, though, he surprised me by, first, putting one foot up on the chair stool beside Binggum’s leg, and then the other one, so that he was standing facing the sitting Binggum.

“I think we can all manage now, if we’d all like to be in the finale of this course,” said CJ. “If you go back down, Craig, I think you’ll be able to reach Binggum, and Binggum will be able to reach you as well.” I slowly dropped my trunk back down, and, sure enough, there was Binggum’s cock just about perfectly positioned for my mouth. I slid my mouth down over his stiff rod just as if I was sheathing him with a condom, and I felt that he, indeed, was able to do the same for me. As I felt CJ stiffing in preparation for shooting his wad into me, I snaked one hand around Binggum’s cock and dove for his balls with the other one to bring him to climax sometime close to CJ. Binggum came just a fraction of a second before CJ let loose his first load. I didn’t come then, but after CJ carried me into the lounge and gently settled me down in the couch and he’d returned to let Binggum free, Binggum had run into the lounge and knelt before me, buried his face into my crotch, and covered my body with caresses and tiny scratchings and probings until I had come in three big spurts as well.

He then pulled me up from the couch and out onto the patio and pulled me down behind him into the pool. He then turned to me, and I let his hands and lips wander all over me, as if I was some sort of new toy, while we drifted in the water and up against the side of the pool. At length, he lifted me out of the water and up in a sitting position on the side of the pool and gently gave me head until I was hardening again. All the time his hands were wandering around my chest and down my back. He lifted his lips from my dick and looked into my eyes with a questioning gaze. He then took the palm of his hand and placed it on my chest, and he hardly had to apply any pressure at all for me to lie back, pillowing my head on one of my arms. I scooted my butt out over the lip of the pool and brought both of my knees up so I was open to him. With a contented sigh, Binggum began to tongue my asshole. It must have closed back up nicely after the exercise CJ had given it, because Binggum was clucking and slurping with obvious pleasure. His tongue seemed longer and thinner than CJ’s—more like a cock than CJ’s actually—and his fingers were thinner and more sensitive and experienced than CJ’s had been. So, the experience, helped by the slowly moving water and the play of the lights on the pool, was quite pleasant.

When I felt open enough, I pushed my legs back in the water, sat up, and entered the water between Binggum and the wall. Taking his mouth into a kiss, I laced my hands around his butt cheeks and pulled him to me. Our hardened cocks chafed each other between our bellies. I walked him back to the shallow end of the pool and pushed him down into a seated position on the wide step at the shallow end, His legs were extended out in front of him and his heels were on the floor of the pool below the steps. His back was pushed up against the rim of the pool. I straddled him, facing him, his legs between mine. I took his mouth in mine in a lingering kiss as I positioned his long, rather thin cock at my backdoor with one hand and slowly, ever so slowly brought myself down into his lap, his hands found my balls and cock. And we sat there in the evening breeze, water flowing around us… and in us… and through us. I gently tightened my asshole around Binggum’s cock and gave him the sensation of a slowly yielding, yet close-fit, deep, languid fuck. When we were finished, I rose from the pool and went over to a lounge chair, lay down and closed my eyes to nap. But that was not to be, as I awoke to two exploring hands on my chest, Binggum straddling me as I had straddled him, and my hardening cock slowly being engorged by Binggum’s much looser, but still very inventive, ass. I looked up to see that CJ had come out to the patio and was standing behind Binggum.

“Here, let me tighten this situation up,” he said, I felt his fingers probing inside Binggum and around my cock. He pushed Binggum down on his elbows just above me, encouraging us to kiss, and I felt CJ’s rod gliding in, this time above mine, and Binggum giving sweet little sighs and moans. I was tired enough that I just held my dick in place, plowed up to the root, and let CJ provide all of the friction action. CJ and I gave Binggum an added thrill by taking his cock in both our hands and giving it and his balls a double hand job. We still all came fairly close together and just laid there entwined as the night deepened.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard Binggum ask softly, “Can I keep him?”

“Not on your life,” CJ answered, “But he’ll be back the next time we have a deal to close.”

Prince Albert for thanksgiving

happy thanksgiving  everyone and don’t eat turkey much.

the other day me and my partner were talking about B&D, S&M, L&M, P&Q…. and after praising our hard cocks with their rings around them ; we started talking about plugs.

having written about penis plugs and sounding and being very turned on when thinking about such plugs, i decided to find some info cos recently i feel extremely kinky and many times i need something new to increase the pleasure.

i found out two things, i like piercings and i have pierce my ears and nipples but PA does me no good cos i’m a 100% bottom around him (to my own surprise i never try being a bottom round other guys but well that pretty seems like cheating and i do enjoy his domination) second, he doesn’t like piercings, tattoos and  clothes besides he’s too thick i really dont need a help to spread me more than i can bear.

so PA can go to hell, but still i can enjoy plugs. checking everywhere and nowhere, i realized you cant use Prince’s wands on it’s own  and i really don’t want a s.s. tube in my cock 24-7 as much as i don’t like to pee like girls. so i decided to stay with my butt plugs till i find a good penis plug. and i’m sure he cant get such a plug in me unless he ties me very hard and that means we need a few hours on our own in a deserted place where i can shout as loud as i can  and he can do whatever he likes and he’s not that dominant yet and i really cant have so much time on my own in near future.

so i can stick to whatever i have now and be a good boy as much as possible.

here’s a few things i found and i think you’re interested in having one. you do it and tell me the results, honestly it looked frightening to me.

The Prince Albert is probably the most popular of all male piercings. The healing process is faster than most, and it has been considered to be the most sexually appealing male piercing. The Prince Albert piercing, in most cases, is performed by inserting a needle receiving tube into the urethra and then starting the needle from the outside and feeding it out through the tube. There are not many complications associated with this piercing. There is always a chance of rejection, but the likelihood is minimal. Even the wearer’s own urine actually serves as a healing agent, and it is not necessary to clean the piercing after urination.

Reverse Prince Albert The other variation of the Prince Albert is the Reverse Prince Albert, which is essentially the same, but the jewelry circles around to the top of the glans (head) instead of the bottom.

Recommended jewelry:10 gauge captive bead ring or circular barbell. The circular barbell may be more comfortable, especially for the uncircumcised wearer. 

Expected healing time: 2 - 4 months

Sexual limitations: Abstinence for at least one week, and careful sexual activity afterward. Condom should be worn during entire healing process.

HISTORY

The Prince Albert piercing is named after Prince Albert who was the husband of Queen Victoria of England. He was reputeded to have had this piercing done prior to his marriage to the queen around 1825, at that time Beau Brummel started the craze for ultra tight mens trousers. Because the pants were so tight, the penis needed to be held to one side or the other so as not to create an unsightly bulge. To accomplish this some men had their penis pierced to allow it to be held by a hook on the inside of the trousers, this piercing was called a “Dressing Ring” at the time because tailors would ask if a gentleman dressed to the left or the right and tailor the trousers accordingly, tailors to this day will ask if you dress to the left or right.

SEXUAL EFFECTIVENESS

The Prince Albert Piercing is very effective for sex, that is why it is the most popular male genital piercing. It provides greater stimulation to both partners during sex, and it has the added allure of being being somewhat kinky, people always have to wonder what it would be like to have sex with someone with a genital piercing. On top of all that it makes the penis more aesthetically attractive, in the same way as jewellery worn on the fingers. “My kind of guy is tall and dark and has long hair, a good body, tattoos and some Body Hardware.” Pamela Anderson ber-Babe.

“unless you’ve got a bolt through your genitals, you’re not making it in the nineties!” Tommy (T-Bone) Lee. Motley Crue, Pamela’s Husband.

PAIN ?

Many men considering getting this piercing are put off by the idea that it must be painful, however the pain is minimal. The piece of skin where the piercing is done is very thin, less than 1mm thick and I use ice to numb the area before the piercing. The pain is just a very short sharp pain which lasts a second or two.

PLACEMENT

The Prince Albert Piercing is done through the eye or “urethra” of the penis and then comes out at the intersection of the small bridge of skin “fraenulum” and the edge of the head of the penis “corona”, there is an almost triangular intersection and this is where the piercing goes. If the man is uncircumcised it must go slightly to one side of the fraenulum, if he is circumcised it can go directly through the centre.

Procedure

During the process of any Prince Albert piercing, the area is first cleaned and marked at the piercing point. An uncircumcised male will be required to pull his foreskin back so the best placement can be determined. In uncircumcised men the piercing is usually done to one side of the frenum to prevent discomfort.

There are several different methods used to perform this piercing, the most common of which is to insert a receiving tube into the urethra and then pierce from the chosen point on the outside — some piercers mark this point, some don’t — into the recieving tube. The tube is then removed, and the chosen jewellery is inserted behind the needle.

Alternatively, a cannula can be used to perform the piercing from the inside out. The needle is retracted slightly, and the cannula is inserted into the urethra and lined up with the exit mark on the outside. The needle is then pushed down into the cannula, and the whole lot is pushed out through the exit point. After the needle is removed the cannula remains in place, allowing for very easy jewellery insertion.

A third method is occasionally used by very experienced freehand piercers, who use a method similar to the cannula method explained above, but using a standard piercing needle. With great care the needle can be inserted into the urethra and the piercing done from the inside out. This method is only used by people with a lot of experience and confidence, as great care must be taken not to nick the inside of the urethra.

JEWELLERY

Initially the piercing is done with a ball closure ring which is 2mm thick with an internal diameter of approximately 13-18mm. After 2 months it’s best to increase the ring to one of 2.4mm thickness, this is far more comfortable during sex. Other forms of jewelery i.e. circular barbells, banana barbells, and prince wands may be worn. The initial size of the ring which is used for the piercing is determined by educated guesswork because it really impossible to determine the exact size until you have an erection. If the ring pinches the skin or is uncomfortable when you get an erection it may be too small, if this is the case the ring must be changed immediately for one which is larger, this is done for no cost it’s part of the service you pay for when you get the piercing. If a ring that’s too small is left in you may tear the piercing slightly which can result in infection, or the wound may continue to tear and become very uncomfortable.

HEALING

The Prince Albert piercing is a very easy piercing to heal, because every time you urinate you clean and disinfect the wound, I have never heard of a single person having a problem with this piercing. Urine is sterile when it leaves the body because it has been purified by the kidneys, and it contains a large amount of ammonia which is a strong antiseptic. The more water you drink the quicker the piercing will heal, try to drink at least 8 glasses a day . You may experience some bleeding in the first 36-48 hours, don’t be afraid this is normal and will stop eventually. If you are worried that it hasn’t stopped please call us. There is one drawback to having a Prince Albert piercing, because the ring goes through the urethra you will dribble when you urinate. This problem is worse for some people more than others. When urinating into a toilet bowl you have to stand with your legs on either side of the bowl, and make sure not to shake when you finish, just relax for a few moments before putting your penis away. When you are standing at a urinal stand with you legs well spread close to the urinal and lean forward with your back arched. The problem improves with time, and the insertion of the thicker ring, but it never goes completely away.

DO’s & DONT’S TO HEAL YOUR PRINCE ALBERT PIERCING

THE NUMBER ONE REASON FOR INFECTION IS TOUCHING AND PLAYING WITH THE PIERCING!

• DO use Lavender oil as it promotes healing and lubricates the wound reducing tenderness. Apply a small amount with a cotton-wool bud after cleaning then move the jewellery gently so it gets into the wound. Remove any excess with a tissue as leaving it on can cause the skin to become irritated. It may be purchased at supermarkets (medicine section) or at chemists and must be marked (BP) or medicinal grade.
• DO clean under the foreskin regularly, at least twice a day when you shower, salt water baths are also beneficial for healing. dry under the foreskin with a clean tissue or piece of toilet paper after bathing.
• DO drink at least 8 glasses of water a day, and try to refrain from excessive consumption of coffee, tea, and alcohol, because they make your urine cloudy, making urination painful and hampering healing.
• DO wear a condom during sex for the first 4 weeks, even if you are in a monogamous relationship, the natural flora of the vagina can cause the wound to become infected; use a lubricant on the condom and also put a little on the jewelery so that it doesn’t get caught on the inside of the condom as this can be uncomfortable. (this is true for gays cos anus is a lot worse than vagina)
• DO wear clean! loose cotton underwear for 4 weeks, as cotton allows the area to breath and clean underwear reduces the chance of an infection.
• DON’T have sex for 3-4 days and be very gentle during sex for the first month.
• DON’T use any creams or lotions to heal the piercing as they don’t allow air to get to the wound. Don’t use Tea Tree Oil, Methylated spirits, Dettol etc because they will be painful and hamper the healing process.

The prince’s wand (also known as a penis plug) is a particularly unusual piece of body piercing jewelry. It consists of a hollow tube with a threaded cap at the end. The tube is inserted into the urethra, and a stem is inserted through a Prince Albert piercing and into another threaded hole on the side of the tube. The general shape is similar to a police nightstick. The little side stem holds the tube in place. The threaded cap, often just a ball, can be removed so the wearer can urinate through the hollow tube without having to remove the jewelry (from the Prince Albert piercing).

Most prince’s wands are held in place by a Prince Albert piercing, but any urethral piercing can be used, and some wands require no piercing.

Prince’s wands are somewhat uncommon. Expensive to buy and relatively difficult to manufacture or procure, they are most popular among men who enjoy Urethral Play . Prince’s wands require precision measurements of the penis and urethra both flaccid and erect, in addition to the original Prince Albert piercing.

Types of Prince’s Wands

There are three basic types of prince’s wands. The most common, or standard type is the basic “policeman’s nightstick” described above. Ringed wands have one or more external rings that are attached to the bead on outside stem of the wand that passes through the PA piercing, and encircle the penis. Finally, pinless wands do not require a PA piercing to wear, as they have no stem to insert through a piercing. Rarer features include more than one stem (for multiple piercings), and various attachments to the external beads.

here are some good links:

http://www.allaboutrainbows.com/mature_audience.htm

http://www.body-piercing.com.au/body_piercing_gallery/body_piercing_gallery_prince_albert_procedure.htm

http://www.princeswand.com/

http://www.steelwerksextreme.com/

get the contract signed- part six:signed contract

When I had cleaned up and returned I found that CJ had wiped himself off with a washcloth that Binggum had conveniently previously located in a bowl on the coffee table and was stuffing and buttoning his sausage back into his red-silk pouch. Binggum was stretched out on the sofa, another wash cloth lying near him on the floor, probably used with a gentle touch by CJ in the most customer-friendly fashion, his tumescent cock nodding up and down on his belly, and a definite satisfied smile on his face.
CJ hadn’t yet seen me, and was addressing Binggum. “So, dinner anyone? Or do we have the fortitude to move right onto the signing and the main course? Or do we just skip the main course altogether because the appetizer was too much?”
Binggum lifted his head and replied, “Not on your life on skipping the main course, but dinner might be a good idea and I might have to pop a few pills to continue much beyond the signing. God, I wish you weren’t on the other coast, CJ—and manufactured everything my company needed.”
Then Binggum and CJ simultaneously caught sight of me, and Binggum’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. I had shed everything down to my toes but the black net pouch jock and had only put back on the slender black leather vest and the smooth-leather black chaps. I was posing in the same doorway CJ had posed in, nicely and fully tanned, my left forearm running up the side of the door frame and my hand flopped down on the top of my head, and the line from my beefcake chest tapering down to my washboard abs and slim waist curved to my jutting right hip. I had combed my curly chest and stomach hair to fine down that trailed down toward and into my groin, and the sock jock almost, but not quite, met up with the studded leather ring at the thick root of my cock. The black netting left nothing to the imagination.
“Oh . . . my . . . God,” CJ muttered.
All Binggum could add was a husky, “I don’t think I’ll be needing any pills after all,” and, to back that statement up, his cock was already jerking to attention.
The three of us moved into the dining room. Binggum motioned for me to sit beside him, but I took the seat across from him, and CJ took the seat on the end. There wasn’t much conversation as we were being served. Binggum couldn’t keep his eyes off me. Late in the meal, I found a bare foot on mine under the table, and I had little trouble deciding whose it was. He was tentatively sliding his toes up under the fringe of my chaps. Just to show Binggum how dexterous I was, I lifted one of my feet up to his crotch and got his cotton pants-encased dick between two toes. He gave me a sly look and pulled his pants down over his hips and started massaging my foot when I returned it to his dick. I moved the toes down the length of his dick and applied my big toe firmly on his piss slit, which made him lurch and cough at the table.
“Perhaps its time for us to sign those agreements,” CJ said sweetly, as Binggum scrunched down in his chair, coming very close to going under the table completely.
“Later, I think,” Binggum answered. “I think there perhaps should be a salad course before the main course, don’t you think?”
“Oh, I think not,” CJ answered. “Oh,” he changed the subject brightly, “Did I happen to tell you that our friend Craig here had never been fucked before yesterday and that he has one of the sweetest and tightest asses you’ll ever meet?
Binggum, who had been taking a swig of his ice tea sputtered and had a coughing fit.
“Oh, are you all right,” I asked with concern, as I moved my other foot under Binggum’s ass and managed to wedge the big toe into his asshole.
“Okay, let’s sign now,” Binggum said. “Where are the contracts and a pen?”
As soon as both had signed, however, CJ pulled some leather straps out of nowhere and bound Binggum to his chair.
“What’s this all about? Let me go,” Binggum roared, but there was a gleam in his eye that belied his ire.
“Oh shut up. You know this is how you like it. You can have him, but first you watch. As I said, for all his charms, Craig is practically virginal. I’m the only one who’s had him, and that was mostly a trial. We’re going to put a little preamble show on for you here. Maybe Craig won’t be quite so tight when it comes your turn.”
“No. Stop. Let me go first,” Binggum pleaded. “God, you’re going to drive me crazy.”
“Oh, yes we are,” CJ pleasantly agreed. He dragged Binggum and his chair around and over until he could see a large open space in the middle of the lounge area. “Here, Craig,” CJ commanded. “Come over here and stand facing our host.”
I dutifully walked over and stood in front of, and about ten feet from Binggum. CJ walked up close behind me and placed his hands on my hips. He kissed and nuzzled my neck and throat until I began to shiver slightly. He then ran his hands up and under my vest, while continuing to nibble on my neck. Binggum moaned slightly and tried to pull out of his chair. His pants were still down around his knees, and I could see that he already had a good hard on. CJ gently pulled the vest up and off my back and discarded it on the floor nearby. He covered my nipples with his strong hands and massaged. Now I was sighing as well, and I turned my head for a tender kiss. I could feel him rising against my butt cheeks, and I pulled more closely into him. CJ was stroking down my chest now and onto my stomach. One of his hands continued on down, through my pubic hair, under the netting of my sock jock and wrapped itself around my engorging dick. The other hand returned to my chest and massaged a nipple. I moaned and raised one arm and laced my fingers into the hair at the back of his head. My other hand covered his down on top of the netting. I spread my legs a bit and nuzzled my butt closer to his ramrod. Binggum was licking his lips, enjoying his bondage and the view. CJ found the buttons on the sock jock and stripped it away and tossed it over by the vest. My cock and balls were now free and exposed.
CJ took my hand, wrapped it around my cock and said, “Masturbate for a few minutes for our host, while I get more comfortable myself. He moved over to the side, where both Binggum and I could see him, and slowly stripped. First his vest was peeled off, and then his pants, and there he stood in all his athletic glory. Meanwhile, I was slowly stroking my cock with one hand and moving my other hand around my body, feeling the ecstasy of solo flight. CJ moved back beside me, facing Binggum, and we both were masturbating ourselves, our cocks growing larger in unison. Binggum moaned and somehow managed to get his hand around his own cock.
CJ pulled a couple of strings on my chaps and they fell away, and there we both stood, fully naked. He turned me until we were facing each other, our profiles to Binggum, moved to within six inches of me, took one of my hands and wrapped it around both of our sausages. I gently stroked them, and we kissed, as he covered my body with his hands. He broke away from the kiss, and, starting with my face, he kissed, tongued, and licked his way down my neck, around both nipples into both armpits and down my stomach, stopping for special attention to my navel, into my pubes, around my penis and to my balls, which he licked and slurped with a satisfying sucking noise that had Binggum banging away at his own cock.
Then he moved me closer to Binggum, told me to turn around, spread my legs and grab my ankles. I dutifully complied.
“There, have you ever seen such beautiful butt cheeks and asshole?” he asked Binggum. Binggum allowed as, no, he hadn’t. “And never seen this close by another man until yesterday,” CJ taunted. He squatted down between me and Binggum, and I felt my cheeks being spread. “Ah, look at the beautiful, tight hole. Still a little sore from its maiden voyage. You’d like to explore that hole on your own, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, of course,” Binggum said huskily.
CJ reached up and flicked my asshole playfully with his tongue. “Yum, yum. Musk, A musky fresh tail,” he said. Binggum moaned.
“And, oh look what I found under here.” I felt his hand glide over my balls and encase my dick. “I bet you’d like to get this inside you too, wouldn’t you? This is as little known to man as is his tight ass,” you might be interested in knowing. “You’ve already gotten more blow jobs off him and almost anyone else. Do you like to hear that?”
“Yes,” Binggum said in that husky voice.
CJ’s hand came back over my balls and stopped on the patch of skin between balls and asshole. He gently massaged me here and I sighed and squirmed a little. His tongue came back to my asshole; he flicked it and then ran his tongue around the rim.
“There, see, it’s puckering a bit, and it looks just a little less tight to me. Does it look a little less tight to you as well?”
“Yes,” Binggum whispered. I flinched as CJ blew on my asshole and then touched either side with his fingers and pulled ever so gently apart.
“You’d like to have a lick and a rim yourself, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Binggum whispered.
“Well, I’m not in the mood to turn him over to you yet. I want one more dip myself first, I think.”
“But you might ruin him for me,” Binggum whined.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think it’s mostly in the preparation, don’t you?” With that, CJ turned me a quarter turn away from Binggum, but not so far that Binggum no longer had a clear view of my hole.
“I think we start with the tongue and some lubrication,” CJ announced. And then he brought his lips to my ass and I could feel his tongue rimming me and adding fluid. He pulled my butt cheeks apart again with his hands, blew on the hole, and then returned to tonguing. He let loose of one cheek and ran his hand up and down my calves and thighs and then up to my ass again.
“There, that’s a start. But I think we can make this a bit more entertaining for our host. With that, the strong athletic CJ stood me up, put his arms around my waist and the small of my back and inverted me backward until I was bent over backward in front of Binggum, and slid me, ass over head up his trunk. He got his arms running down my torso and his arms hooked around my shoulders in a very secure pose. I draped my legs over his shoulder and behind him, and there I was, ass staring him in the face, balls hunched up below my penis, and my hardened dick pointed out to the world. As Binggum grunted in response, CJ buried his face between my butt cheeks and he started some serious tongue work on my ass. I must have started opening up, because in short order he had his tongue, which seemed to me mighty long and thick in and up to my prostate. I grunted, flinch, and moaned when he found that, and made a little attempt to escape, but he was holding me securely.
“Oh, oh,” Binggum moaned.
CJ came up for air and commanded, “Take your legs off my back and spread them like you’re doing the splits.” I did as he told me and felt myself opening up more. His tongue dug deeper and I felt wetter down there.
“Very good,” he said, as he flipped me back over and had me stand butt cheeks before Binggum once more. He left me standing there and went back to the coffee table for the ointment. “Spread them and show it,” he said to me when he returned, and I leaned over, spread my legs apart and spread my butt cheeks with my hands.”
“There, do you see a lot of loosening and opening, Johnathan?” CJ cheerfully asked.
“Some. But not enough, I’m sure,” Binggum responded. “Not nearly enough. You’ll tear him up. I’m smaller. Let me go first.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” CJ said. “Isn’t that a nice pucker,” he declared as he proudly showed off my butt.”
“Yes,” Binggum agreed meekly.
CJ lathered up the big, thick fingers on one hand lavishly and knelt in front of me. He took my rod into his mouth and my hands went to the back of his head and wandered down to knead his shoulders as he gave me gentle head. With one hand he held my hip in place and the lathered hand snaked behind my balls, across the divide between that and my ass before moving to the entrance of my hole, where the hand spread out across my butt cheeks. I could hear Binggum taking in breath in big gasps and I could only imagine the pleasure he had of seeing that chocolate hand appear from between my legs and spread around my hole—and the pain of not being able to participate.
CJ released my dong from his mouth and told me just to relax. However, I tightened when I felt the first, cold, lubricated finger at my door. Rather than pushing it in, though, CJ worked it around the rim of the hole until I relaxed. His index finger slowly worked its way in – in a fraction of an inch and then back out less than a fraction of an inch; hold until I’d relaxed and then in an inch and retracted half an inch. I tried to concentrate on what was happening in front and found that this wasn’t hard to do. He was rimming my glans with his tongue and giving some attention to my piss slit. I found that while concentrating on that, I’d missed the entry of the second finger. Both were in up to the knuckles now, and CJ started to slowly deep-throat my rod. He had his tongue underneath my dick and it was applying suction and pressure to the vein running the length of my cock. I wondered if I was naturally doing that as well when I gave head. It felt heavenly. I lurched as his finger found my prostate and gave it a little attention. That had two immediate effects. I, first, tightened my sphincter and almost expelled his fingers. But immediately after that, my ass canal just gave way and he suddenly had four fingers up the hole and was spreading it apart.
And, then . . .

get the contract signed- part five:enjoy the company

Having royally fucked our prospective client on his desk, the wheels of CJ’s mind were spinning for the ultimate deal closer. He turned to me and said, “Now for a change of pace. Here, help me turn him.” And there, on the desk, we rotated Binggum around CJ’s buried cock so that he was face down. He held Binggum down on the tabletop with one hand in the center of his back and held one leg out to the side, while I held the other. And then CJ began to rotate his hips in a revolving motion that stretched Binggum’s ass even further and moved CJ’s dick around Binggum’s ass rim.
Binggum was moaning in pleasure, and he brought his hands back to spread his butt cheeks himself.
“Join me?” CJ asked after a series of varied-rhythm pumpings.
“I really shouldn’t,” I answered. “This was only supposed to be the appetizer. I’m supposed to be the main course, after the papers are signed.”
“But you can’t resist, can you?” CJ responded with a laugh. “I don’t think we need to worry about spoiling the main course or about the papers needing to be signed, do we, Love?” CJ lowered himself on Binggum and nuzzled his face into his neck.
“No,” Binggum gasped. “Do it. You know you promised me a double the next time we did business, and I’ve never been this open before.”
“Well, okay,” I said, “but don’t look. The strip is part of the main course.” I walked over to where Binggum couldn’t see me, no matter how he strained to do so and stripped off my chaps, my pants, and my net sock jock. The freedom it brought felt good. I’d had a hard-on for what seemed to be forever, and the net had been chafing me.
As I pulled the jock off, I could hear CJ take in a gulp of breath. “God, you’re beautiful, he said. I didn’t know you could get so big.”
“What?” Binggum asked. “What’s happening? What did you say?”
“Just that you’re a very, very lucky piece of ass,” CJ said, with a chuckle.
I went over to the coffee table, took a big glob of ointment, and rubbed my dick down with it. It felt cool, and I found it had a numbing agent of the skin but something that increased the sensitivity of the glans. This was going to be fun. I walked back over to the desk, approaching from the rear so that Binggum couldn’t see me, my big, long tool freely flopping in the air.
“This might be tricky,” I said as I approached. “Got any ideas?”
“Piece of cake,” CJ answered.” I can crouch forever. You can have top.” With that, CJ crouched down, but his chest went back rather than forward and he had his weight balanced on the toes and balls of his massive feet. His dick went down to the bottom of Binggum’s asshole and retracted several inches as he crouched, and I could see what looked like a good bit of room open on top. I came up between CJ and Binggum’s butt. CJ pulled out of the hole until only his glans had purchase, and I threw my leg over the space between the two men. CJ was crouched down far enough that I could easily stand between them, my butt cheeks cuddled into CJ’s stomach and my dick running up Binggum’s butt crack. I gave him a couple of strokes there for effect.
Binggum shuddered with pleasure and had both of his hands running down my dick from glans to root before I could do anything about it. His hands began to shake when he discovered I was still wearing the cock ring he’d seen in the men’s room back at the office. But then he squeezed it in a sign of approval.
This show was for him, so I left him to it for a moment. Then I said, “You might want to get back to spreading those cheeks again, at least at first, if you know what’s good for you.”
Binggum complied, and I lifted myself up a bit and guided the tip of my dick down to where it rested on top of where CJ’s dick was positioned just inside the entrance. CJ was pulled back so that when I came back down, my dick was laying along atop his. His was a bit thicker and longer, but neither of us had any reason to be ashamed. I moved both of my hands down and encased our cocks into one unit. I held them there for a moment, my cock still rising, CJ’s ramrod straight and strong. Then I undid the studded leather cock ring that had been nestled at my root, flipped it open from where it had been doubled up, wrapped it around our combined cocks, and fastened it again. A tremor went through CJ’s body, his cock hardened a bit further, and he gave a little sigh and buried his head into my neck and nibbled along the artery pumping blood up into my head. My blood began to boil. I turned my head, and we kissed. Binggum was giving little pants of anticipation. I removed one of my hands and pushed his free leg up and out again.
And then, with me snuggled into his stomach, CJ slowly started to move forward and upward. A little thrill of sensation flashed through my glans as I felt it moving into Binggum’s tunnel, largely under CJ’s power. I wondered if there could possibly be room, but then there we were, both in up to the rim of our glans. Binggum continued panting and giving little mewing sounds. CJ’s and my kiss lingered and we opened our mouths to each other. CJ pushed us in a couple of more inches and then stopped and gently rocked back and forth, waiting for Binggum to open more. A couple of more inches and then it felt like we could go in for miles, and so CJ pushed us right in up to the hilt.
My free hand no longer had any dick to hold, so I lowered it and found Binggum’s dick and balls. I played with the balls briefly and then began slowly milking Binggum’s dick. Binggum, very happy with himself, was giving little moans of pleasure and informing the world that he had done it; he had taken in two of the world’s largest and most luscious dicks.
I could feel the change in CJ. The master of holding it was not far from giving up his load. I could feel that Binggum was loading up for another shot as well. I willed myself to time my load and Binggum’s shot to match CJ’s. CJ helped by losing control. He began to pump, and I had no control over that myself. His dick was supporting mine and he was providing the thrust from the rear with his massive thighs and calves. In. Out by a third and dive. Out by half and plunge. Out nearly all of the way and a deep thrust that was extended by a flood of CJ’s cum. Then another spurt. And then a third, accompanied by my first. And then another by all three of us, simultaneously, that caused us to yell with pleasure in harmony - one well-oiled extraordinary fucking machine. Having cum before, Binggum’s effort was short-lived, but CJ and I bathed him all the way up to his eyeballs in our sperm.
When I was sure that CJ’s legs must be about to give out, I stood up full, unfastened the cock ring, withdrew from Binggum, gave him a little pat on the butt cheek, and moved off to the side.
“Take your pants into the other room and clean yourself up,” CJ said, as he held Binggum in place with his buried rod. “There’s a bathroom in there. Don’t let him see you yet.”
I picked up my clothes and headed for the room, but I turned at the door in time to see CJ gently pull an exhausted Binggum up off the table and fold him to his chest with his arms under Binggum’s knees. He moved them to the sofa and slowly sank down into a double fetal position without losing the sausage-in-the-bun position. Binggum was being very quiet.

get the contract signed- part four: appetizer

The client we were trying to reel in, Binggum, was putty in my hands now. I had just told him to let me control the exploration of his body, when we heard a voice correcting my statement.
“Just let us control,” I heard CJ say from across the room. I looked up, and Binggum stretched his head back to look behind him at the sound of CJ’s voice. That big, magnificent, chocolate-brown man was leaning against the door into the room he had entered. He was outfitted in black, tight silk from an armless vest open in front down to below his navel, to tight black pants, with a bright red silk, bulging pouch at the crotch. When he’d made his dramatic entrance, he moved right over to where Binggum was stretched out, and deftly pulled Binggum’s shirt up and off his body. CJ sank down on his knees beside Binggum’s chest and gave the man a big grin.
“Hi, guy, long time no see,” CJ said with a laugh. Binggum laughed back, and CJ covered his grinning mouth in a big sloppy kiss. I left CJ to that area of activity and slowly brought my hands down along Binggum’s sides until they rested just above his hip bones and above the line of his cotton pants, fanned out up his sides. He was shuddering slightly like Jell-O. I took the tip of his dick back into my mouth through the cotton pants and took him in up to the rim of his glans like a mechanical shovel. He tried to reach down to me with his hands, but CJ took both of his arms in his strong hands, moved them over his head, and went exploring on Binggum’s ears, throat, nipples, and armpits and down to his navel with his tongue and teeth. Binggum was giving little yip, yip sounds, breathing in pants, and moaning. I was pretty sure he was getting his contract’s worth with this little appetizer.
Next thing I knew, one of CJ’s hands was slowly snaking down across Binggum’s chest and belly and had disappeared below the cotton pants line. I slowly took all of Binggum into my mouth, down toward the root, to discover that CJ had wrapped his thumb and finger around Binggum’s penis at the root and was applying pressure. And Binggum was responding by engorging further and arching his hips up. I sat up and looked up toward Binggum’s head. CJ had his other hand buried in Binggum’s hair, keeping him from raising his chest. Binggum was running one hand up and down CJ’s back, under his silk vest and had his other one clutching alternately at CJ’s chest and crotch, unsuccessfully trying to find an entry through the tight silk.
Binggum looked down at me in dreamy ecstasy, and I smiled back at him. Taking the hem of his pants in both of my hands at the hips, I raised myself briefly, and slowly brought the pants down until his dick flopped out. Seeing that chocolate-brown flesh cock ring provided by CJ very nearly made me cream myself. I lowered my mouth to Binggum’s dick and gave his glans a tight suction kiss. While holding his glans in my mouth, I opened his piss slit with my tongue, an action that sent Binggum completely over the edge. He began flopping around and squirted cum. I had sensed he was coming, however, and had moved my mouth down to where my lips met CJ’s fingers, so that I was able to take in Binggum’s three eruptions without damaging the nap of the sofa.
Binggum flopped back on the sofa and threw his arms over his head with a deep sigh. I maintained my purchase on his dick while stripping him completely of his pants. I could feel CJ’s fingers leaving Binggum’s dick and continuing down to where he could play with Binggum’s balls. He went back to nibbling and tonguing on Binggum’s stomach, chest, and armpits and giving him deep kisses, and it wasn’t more than a few minutes before I could feel Binggum’s penis start coming to life again. After a few minutes, I felt Binggum give a jolt and I heard a little grunt from him, as much pain as pleasure. I turned my head and found that CJ had moved his arm and hand under Binggum’s ass and I could see a chocolate finger buried up to the knuckle in Binggum’s asshole. I watched in fascination, as the finger rotated and probed, and Binggum responded by wiggling his ass, making gasping sounds when CJ wasn’t kissing him, and regrowing his dick in my mouth.
I began to give him head, slowly at first and then faster. I moved a hand over his thigh to cup his balls and to roll and pull at them. One finger of that hand, though, I allowed to travel down even further until I could feel CJ’s knuckle, buried in Binggum’s hole. I heard a little sucking sound from below and a grunt and moan from above, as CJ’s knuckle pulled down in Binggum’s hole and gave my finger purchase to enter the cavern. CJ and I got a little, slow piston rhythm going, whereby he pushed in as I retracted my finger and then I pushed in up to the knuckle as he pulled out. Then we changed the pattern, both going in up to the knuckle and rimming around the canal wall, opening the hole wider. A second of CJ’s fingers worked its way into the hole and then a second of mine. Binggum was panting and rotating his butt in rhythm with ours. CJ permitted him to rise up on his haunches and watch me giving him head. He took my head in his hands, and I let him guide me; back and forth, up and down, slowly down and up, and then a plunge to the root. We now had three fingers each in Binggum’s hole, and his tunnel was opening wide. He’d obviously done a lot of this before.
CJ pulled his fingers out and rose to his feet in one languid move. He stood there, looking down at us. He had Binggum’s full attention, and I could see him out of the corner of my eye, as well. His hands slid down his body and met at his crotch. He reached into the folds of the material, unbuttoned his red silk pouch, and out popped his gigantic tool. He moved his hand back to the coffee table and picked up a small tube and pushed out a large dab of salve, which he proceeded to rub into his cock, from root to tip, leaving both Binggum and me with the impression that he might be masturbating himself to climax for our entertainment.
Binggum was watching him in fascination laced with trepidation and doubt. His hands left my head, and I held his dick in check, and my hand went back to cupping his balls. Binggum reached out for CJ’s cock, but CJ playfully slapped his hands away and came down onto the sofa behind him on his knees. I moved around to the side and went down on my knees on the floor, freeing Binggum’s leg. CJ reached over and took a pillow from the back of the couch, lifted Binggum’s hips, stuffed the pillow under and up to Binggum’s hipline so that his butt was suspended in the air, and lifted both of Binggum’s legs over his shoulders. Binggum was propping himself up on his elbows, getting as good a look over my head of what CJ was doing as possible. CJ slowly walked into Binggum’s butt on his knees. I moved my hand back down to Binggum’s asshole and stretched the rim. I could feel CJ’s cockhead flopping against Binggum’s ass and my fingers. Binggum was moaning again and giving little shudders of anticipation. I took CJ’s cock in my hands and guided his glans to Binggum’s asshole. CJ bellied in closer, and I helped push the head of his cock further into the hole. Binggum moaned a quiet “No,” and started to reach down with his hand. But I collapsed his other elbow prop, and he fell back onto the sofa, as CJ glided several inches into the hole. I ran my hand up Binggum’s stomach and chest and held him down with my hand just below the Adam’s apple. He probably could have fought me off, but he was getting what he wanted—much more of a appetizer than I thought we’d give him—so he just played at struggling, playing the powerless victim.
“Oh, Man, that’s nice,” CJ said in a husky voice. “I remember this ass. This is such a nice ass. I’d never forget it.” I thought maybe CJ was laying this lust for a customer thing on a bit thick, but I was sure that Binggum was loving it. I took my mouth from Binggum’s dick and moved it up his stomach to his nipples, where I gave him some loving and rimming. I left his dick encased in my hands, though, and was keeping track of how close to shooting off for a second time he was coming. I turned my head and lay it on Binggum’s chest and watched CJ go to work. And work he did. At first I could see him coming in closer on Binggum, and I could tell by Binggum’s grunts that CJ was slowly moving deeper. But he must have reached an impasse of some sort, because he took hold of Binggum’s legs and pulled them wide. He got in a little further after that, I think, but he was looking a little perturbed. Suddenly however, he just plunged all the way in. Binggum gave a little scream, flopped around, and huskily cried, “Oh God, please save me. He’s splitting me,” to me.
“Shush, shush,” I responded. “This is just an appetizer, you know. I’m actually bigger.” And then I took his lips into a deep kiss. He took my head in his hands, and concentrated on the kiss. I could feel him relaxing, and I also could feel his head moving up and down. I looked around. CJ was slowly pumping him, putting his whole body into motion. In a little. Out. In half way. Out to nearly the tip, and then a slow plunge down to the root. Out again, followed by a quick deep thrust.
I sat back on my haunches, watching in fascination. Binggum was flopping around again, but his frightened—or feigned—no’s had turned into yes, yes, yes.
Then CJ showed what a magnificent athlete he was. Pulling Binggum’s legs back over his shoulder, he locked his hands behind Binggum’s back and stood up in the sofa, bearing Binggum’s entire weight. He stepped down off the sofa, moved over to a corner where the wall met the sliding windows, pushed Binggum up against the wall and started pumping deep and hard.
Binggum was whimpering. Turning his eyes toward me, he whispered, “Save me, save me. This monster is going to split me apart. This big, black stud is killing me. This can’t be a dick; it’s got to be a baseball bat.” I wasn’t having any of that, however. Binggum was having a ball. Supporting Binggum on one arm, CJ reached around and took Binggum’s dick in his big mitt and pumped and pumped and pumped. With a scream of joy, Binggum came for the second time. Squirting his cum up onto CJ’s heaving chest. The silk vest had opened wide, so that most of the load just mixed with the sweat on CJ’s chest and made his body glisten in the light reflected through the glass off the ocean and the pool. Binggum buried his hands in CJ’s chest and his face into CJ’s throat.
CJ just held him there for a few minutes and then gave a little jerk. “Hey, you bastard, no biting.”
Then CJ pulled away from the wall and frog marched Binggum over to a wood-topped desk. With a sweep of his hand, he pushed everything off the desk top and pushed Binggum down on his back on the cold surface. Holding him down with one mitt in the center of his chest, CJ spread one of Binggum’s knees up and out.
“A little help here?” he asked me, and I walked over and took the other leg and pushed it up and out, bent at the knee. “Surfacing submarine maneuvers,” he said, and I figured out immediately what he was going to do. I moved my other hand over and circled Binggum’s asshole and CJ’s buried cock, giving CJ and more visible target.
Binggum was moaning. “What, What? What are you going to do?”
“This,” CJ answered, and with a great slurping sound, he pulled his cock all the way out of Binggum in one smooth glide. He brought his mouth down on Binggum’s cock and slid all the way down on it twice, in two swift motions. Binggum was engorging again, and voicing little, “Oh, oh, oh’s.” Then CJ raised up again, reared his butt cheeks back, and, in perfect targeting, entered and buried his cock up to the hilt. Binggum screamed and jerked. CJ pulled all of the way back, reared his butt back again and then thrust forward again, pushing Binggum further up on the desk top with the furry of his motion. Binggum moaned and jerked again. Binggum’s head was bouncing off the wall, and he had to lift his hands up to the wall to cushion the blows. CJ lowered his mouth and swallowed Binggum’s rising cock again in one swift motion, then again, and then a third time. This was followed by three swift, deep thrusts by the battering ram. Then a series of four. Binggum’s screams of pleasure were overriding his yelps of pain now.
“Get the pattern?” CJ asked through clinched teeth.
“Oh, yes, yes. God you’re good. God, god, fuck me. Fuck me harder. It’s been so long since I’ve had it this good.”
But in short course he would be having it good… times two.

get the contract signed- part three: warm up

We got into L.A. that night and CJ and I went straight to the hotel. I was exhausted after my in-flight service training. CJ had booked a suite with two separate bedrooms, so I went to my room after dinner, showered, and went straight to bed. I was laying there on the wide bed, on my back, staring at the ceiling and just about asleep, when CJ crept into the room, came up on the bed and sat on my thighs, his strong legs encasing mine.
“There was some terminology I didn’t cover earlier that I thought you might want to know,” he said, as he looked down into my eyes in the semidarkness.
“Oh, like what, Boss?” I asked, quite aware that he was already hard and I was quickly becoming so again.
“Well, for instance, this is what is called ‘docking,’” he said in a husky voice, as he took both of our cocks in a beefy hand and squeezed them together alongside each other. He then began a gentle stroking that slowly gathered rhythm. I sighed and ran my hands over his smooth chest and belly and played with his nipples. After several minutes, I sat up against him, took his head in my hands, and we engaged in some passionate, deep-tongue kissing, while he continued to double-stroke our cocks.
He didn’t take us to climax, though. After a bit, he pushed me back down on the bed and came down with me, so that we were both on our side, with his butt cuddled into my belly.
“I could stay here all night, here with you,” CJ whispered.
“You certainly can if you want to, CJ,” I responded. “I wouldn’t be displeased in the least.”
CJ gave a contented sigh and pushed his butt further into the curve of my stomach. I was quite aware that my cock was running down the generous-sized crack between his butt cheeks.”
“Craig,” CJ said in a low voice after a few minutes. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I want your cock in me. Just scoot your body down a bit. Yes, like that. I’ll raise my leg up like this to give you entrance and you put your leg up like that. You’re big and long enough. There, guide it to my ass and curl back up like . . . Ah, yes, that’s it. Deeper. Deeper still. Oh, yes. God that’s good. Now relax. Just do what’s natural. Oh, Oh. Yes, yes. Oh, yes, good, you can reach my rod and balls. Ah, that feels so nice. You are a natural. You are so good. This, in case you wondered, is what we call side splitting. Come, give us a kiss.”
After a gentle fuck ending in a shared release, we stayed that way, me inside CJ, until near dawn. I don’t know for how long, really, because, when I awoke in the morning, CJ was gone and I briefly wondered if I’d imagined the whole previous day and night.
I had no idea I could be as brazen as I was the next day while we were reeling this Binggum guy in. But CJ had told me that we didn’t have much time to turn the trick, and Binggum seemed pretty grouchy at first during our initial meeting with his full board. I guess, though, that was because he didn’t really zero in on me until I had gotten up to give my short briefing late in the morning. CJ had been curious how I could dress to be noticed, and I told him that there wasn’t really any problem in that department. I had brought what I called my party suit, which I had had tailored for cruising the bars when I’d wanted to pick up women. I saw no reason why it couldn’t work as well on a man who was so inclined, and I was proved to be correct.
The suit was tailored of a fine material that, nevertheless, followed just about every curve I had. The seat was basted in a bit to show the roundness and firmness of my butt, the legs fit closely to my well-muscled legs, and a close inspection of the crotch area would leave little doubt which side I “dressed” on. The pants rode quite low for dress slacks—and, in fact, would show a nice curl of pubic hair if I wasn’t wearing a shirt. The shirt was of a fine, close-fitting material as well, which did not completely hide the shadow of my dark chest hair and made no attempt to hide my nipples if they were erect. The coat was also cut to flatter how my full chest flared down to a small waist.
Binggum got his first whiff of the chase when I rose up behind CJ’s chair when it was time for me to brief and I stood at the foot of the table near the slide show only long enough for Binggum to get me completely in his sights. I then walked back to stand beside him at the head of the table for much of my briefing. I could tell that he was hooked because of the thorough once-over he gave me while I was near the slide screen and by the way his eyes were glued to my crotch as I came over beside him. The definitely male musk cologne I was wearing couldn’t have hurt. For most of my briefing, his eyes remained plastered to me rather than to the slides that were flipping at the front of the room.
Suddenly, Binggum became much more interested in CJ’s proposal and he asked fewer questions. By mid afternoon, he seemed irritated if anyone else in the room dared to ask a penetrating or complex question, and he finally just waved all of his people away and said he wanted to discuss the final details with CJ “and his staff” alone. When the room had cleared, I gave a meaningful look at CJ and then turned to Binggum and asked if I could use the nearby men’s room before we restarted the discussions. Binggum said that was a fine idea and that he’d also take a men’s room break. CJ said he was just fine, thank you very much, and would set up the next part of the briefing while we were gone.
Binggum ushered me to a very plush executive washroom right next to the conference room. I went up to the bank of wash basins, while Binggum saddled up to a urinal. I was delighted to see that there were no barriers between the urinals.
“Oh, crap,” I muttered. “Is that a coffee stain I see on my shirt?” I looked into the mirror and made like I saw some sort of blotch. Without another word, I took my coat off and hung it on a stall door. And then, turning three-quarters toward where Binggum was standing up to a urinal, his eyes glued to me, I slowly unbuttoned and peeled off my shirt and held it out to inspect it. I was fully aware that my biceps were rippling in the effort and that I was fully exposed down to a slight curl of pubic hair above my trousers.
I made a few clucking sounds and acted like I must just be wrong, that I couldn’t find any coffee stains on my shirt. But, rather than put it back on, I draped it on top of my coat on the stall door and slowly walked toward Binggum. I approached the bank of urinals and, leaving two urinals between us, I moved in toward one—but not too close. I again turned a bit so that Binggum would get a full view of the action. I unzipped my tight pants and peeled them down onto my hips. My underwear of choice that day was a black net sock jock, which I proceeded to pull off of my long, thick dick and tuck up under my balls. As an added little ornament, I was wearing a black leather cock ring with silver studs at the base of my cock and balls. I thought Binggum was going to wet all over himself when he saw that. And then I sent a nice long piss arcing across considerable distance into the urinal, arching my hips toward the urinal and my finely muscled chest back, with my hands on my butt cheeks. I smiled, closed my eyes, and gave a satisfied little sigh. When I was done and had flicked my dick several times to prevent seepage, I slowly walked back over to the stall, faced Binggum, and redressed. I was completely brazen about the whole maneuver. Binggum couldn’t help but have gotten the engraved invitation.
The subsequent private session between CJ, Binggum, and me could not have been shorter, and Binggum could not have been more accommodating and congenial. When the last verbal agreement had been settled, Binggum said his secretary could type up the deal we’d struck, and we could sign it over dinner, if CJ and I would be willing to have dinner with Binggum in his ocean-side house that evening. CJ and I, of course, thought this would be a splendid idea.
Binggum went on ahead in a big, white stretch limousine, while CJ waited for the contracts to be typed and copied. I slipped off to the men’s room and exchanged my white shirt, tie, and suit jacket for a billowy cotton pullover peasant’s shirt with a deep slit down the front held together by a lacing and topped by a black leather vest. The shirt was opaque enough to show off my tanned chest and the tufts of hair that wound down from my neck, out and around my nipples, and then back together and down to my crotch. I then laced a pair of soft, black-leather chaps over my pants, brushed my teeth and my hair, and headed for the door.
While we were being driven over to Binggum’s house in a black limousine with smoked windows, CJ couldn’t resist doing a little bit of exploring of my body of his own with his hands and his lips, but he broke off before anything serious happened, as we both agreed that I had to be “up” exclusively for Binggum - at least until the contracts had been signed.
Binggum met us at the door himself in a loosely fitting cotton lounge suit, and I was pleased to see his crotch tent out as soon as he saw me come through the door. We went into a large lounge area overlooking a nicely landscaped patio and pool, as well as the ocean. I sank into a mile-long sectional sofa facing the view. Immediately after we had been served the drink of our choice, CJ asked if there was somewhere he could change into something more casual, and Binggum fell all over himself helping CJ out of the room. That accomplished, Binggum scurried back, planted himself nearly on top of me, wrapped one arm around my shoulder, turned my head toward his with that hand, and looked pleadingly into my eyes.
“I’ve been waiting to get you alone like this all day,” he chirped.
“I’ve been looking forward to it myself,” I said, and gave him a million-dollar smile.
He moved his lips into mine, and ran his fingers into my hair, holding my head in place. My lips met his in a sweet kiss that became increasingly deep and crushing. I opened my lips to him and let his tongue in. I could feel his free hand on my chest, over a nipple, and then it slid through the lacings of my shirt-front, snaked through my chest hair, and found my other nipple. I felt his body shudder at the ecstasy of finally making skin-on-skin contact—as if before that moment I hadn’t been real. I took the initiative and forced his tongue out of my mouth with mine, and I invaded his inner space, probing. He shuddered again, and his free hand exited my shirt-front and moved down to my crotch. He couldn’t get all that much satisfaction there other than to get my measure, because the leather pants held my dick tightly in place. But he’d already seen the goods, so there weren’t many surprises for him to have there short of finding out how far into a couple of his orifices it could go.
I moved up on my hip toward him, crossed with the arm he didn’t have locked in his embrace, and went directly for that tent he’d shown at the door in those loose cotton pants. I encased his engorging dick through his pants in my hand with a firm, authoritative grip and was pleased to find that he was fairly long and thick. He broke away from my lips with a little cry and looked deeply into my eyes with an expression of ecstasy and longing. He started fiddling with my belt buckle, but I took my hand away from his penis and gently pulled his hand away from what he was trying to do.
“No, not that. Not yet. That’s the main course, and that comes after dinner is eaten and the contracts are signed, not before.”
He gave me a disappointed look and started to speak, but I put my finger to his lips, and said, “That doesn’t mean there isn’t an appetizer, though. Just relax and give me full control.”
Then turning more toward him, I gently pushed him down on his back along the sectional, scooted up on the edge of the couch, and lifted his right leg up and over my head until it rested between my left side and the back of the sectional. His other leg was trailing down on the floor in front of my knees and his crotch was open to me. I gently pulled the tail of his shirt out of his pants, and, as I lowered my mouth onto the top of his dick as it pushed at the fabric of his pants, I ran my hands under his shirt tail and up the sides of his well-toned torso, placing one hand over each of his nipples. I gently flicked at these with my fingers.
Binggum was giving little sighing sounds and moans and was moving his arms around over his face and down along my arms on top of his shirt as if he very much wanted to do something but couldn’t quite figure out what that was. I slowly gave him head through the cotton pants. He tried to move both of his legs, but I had one leg pinned against the back of the sofa and lifted my right leg over his other leg and then pinned that between both of mine. I could feel him starting to want to raise his torso, but I applied more pressure with my hands on his nipples, moved my hands up to his armpits, with my thumbs pressing below his shoulder blades, and, taking my mouth from his crotch, whispered. “I said relax. Just let me control. I’m just showing you the advantages of working with our firm.” Binggum lay back then, with a sigh, fully prepared to work with me now.

get the contract signed- part two: vital lessons

I had just been fingerfucked by my new boss, CJ, high in the sky in a corporate jet en route to L.A. He was testing me as candy for an important client my office just had to close a deal with. I had passed the fingerfuck test apparently, but it soon became clear that my testing wasn’t complete.
CJ laughed, extracted his fingers from my ass, and, in one smooth, athletic motion went back into his seat on his knees. He pushed a button on my seat that fully reclined the back so I went down flat, grabbed my hips with his huge hands, and pulled me toward him. I lifted my head enough that I saw his black battering ram of a dick standing up majestically between his legs. I moaned and jabbered a bit in fear; I’m afraid, as he lifted my left leg up to his right shoulder and pushed my left leg out and across the arm of his seat. His left hand was supporting the whole weight of my right hip and buttocks. I saw him push his big black club down and guide it to my lathered ass. I whimpered and tried to pull myself away, but he had me in a strong grip.
“No, don’t fight me,” he whispered in a low, soothing voice. “I know this is new to you. I’ll be careful. But it will be worse if you fight it.”
“Please, please, no,” I whimpered, as I felt the head of his cock come up against my ass. The lubricant and his rimming had opened me up, I knew, but he was just so big. I fought to think if I’d passed anything as thick as that rod of his, I was sure I hadn’t.
Oh, God, I thought, as I felt two fingers of his hand enter my ass and spread the hole apart. I involuntarily tensed up, and once again he told me just to relax. When I had done so, I felt a third finger going in, up to the knuckles, and he was widening the hole as far as he could. He held his fingers in suspense until I’d had time to adjust to them, and then I felt what must have been that big dick head of his find purchase in my hole as he withdrew his fingers.
“Oh, no. I can’t,” I moaned. But CJ proved that I could.
“It will be better when I’d gotten in past the prostate,” he said. And he was right. When he had gotten position, he brought my right leg up to his shoulder, got a hold on both of my hips again, and drew me up as he stood up on the floor. I could now see along my own chest and up my suspended legs, to his dick, which was still only about a third into me, and on up his beautiful chocolate body. When he stood though, he found that he had to hunch over because of the overhead racks.
“This isn’t going to work,” he said, and he plopped his cock out of my hole and pushed me back up the seat and released my legs. I felt like a prisoner who had had his death sentence commuted, but that feeling lasted only a few seconds.
CJ pulled me up from the seat with the hands he had on my waist and hips, swung me around into the aisle, and laid my chest down on the cold table top between the facing seats across the aisle. He knocked my legs apart in a wide stance, with my feet on the floor; my chest on the table top, held down with a strong hand; my butt waving out into the aisle; and my face up against a porthole, where, nonsensically, I watched the world of patterned fields and small towns drift by below us, as CJ’s huge dick plowed ever deeper into me. He was as gentle as possible under the circumstances, but the pain nearly overwhelmed the pleasurable feeling of taking him into me and listening to the murmurs of ecstasy of a man who held my career in his hands just as he now was holding my engorged cock and balls in his hand.
After having gotten who knows how far into me, CJ started a rhythmic pumping action with his rod, at first finely controlled, but near the end in what was more of a wild frenzy. Whether or not he had intended to do so, he shot off inside me, and I felt like a fountain was gushing up toward my stomach. I can’t say I was sorry when the pumping had stopped, but now I was sure that I’d be able to endure anything that this Binggum guy was likely to expect of me. CJ laid his chest down along my back and nibbled on my ear as he started a concentrated pumping action on my own cock with his huge fist. I turned my head, and we were in a long kiss when I came yet again. He then withdrew from my ass, helped me to rise, and hugged and kissed me when he’d helped me up. Then we both collapsed onto the heavily carpeted floor of the center aisle, our bodies entwined in a close embrace.
“That was wonderful,” CJ whispered into my ear. “You did just great. I would never have known this was your first time for all this—except maybe for the tightness of that lovely ass of yours.”
“So, do you think I will do for this CEO we have to impress,” I whispered back to CJ. “He couldn’t have a cock any bigger and thicker than yours, could he?”
“Ummm, I doubt you have to worry about that,” CJ said after a lengthy pause. “Binggum’s pretty much strictly a bottom. Except when he can get fresh meat—or nearly fresh meat. He’s always after me to find him a tight ass. He’s not really interested unless the hole has rarely been used. Of course, that wouldn’t be