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Chapter 6
As we'd begun doing, I sat in my chair and lowered Gary's saddle to my level, positioning him between my legs, facing me. I kissed him, and asked, "Well, what do you think?"
"I think I love you," he said.
"That's nice," I replied.
"Would you be interested in fucking me?" he asked.
"I thought you'd never ask, big boy!" I teased.
I locked the door, posting a note to the workers to give us an hour, in case they needed us, and wheeled the saddle into the bedroom. I settled him by the bed, undressed him, then positioned myself between him, and to the side of, a floor mirror across the room. I talked to him as I slowly removed my shirt. Then faced him, making sure he could see my backside too, in the mirror, and removed, rather than dropped, my jeans. I'm frequently commando, but today, I was in tighty-whiteys, for Gary's benefit. He'd told me of a fantasy he'd had about boys in white briefs, and I try to give him what visuals I can.
"You're doing this purposely, for me, aren't you?"
"Am I doing OK?" I asked as I untangled myself from my jeans, getting down to just my tighty whiteys and me.
"Ben, you are such a beautiful man... just looking at you turns me on so much!" It was true, too, he was at full mast, his balls were hanging nicely, and his leg stumps wiggled in anticipation. In my undies, I ran my hand around Gary's groin and leg stumps, which were still full of nerves that probably would like some attention, too. or at the minimum, touch. Anyway, I ran my hands over their length, remembering the strength that used to be there. I felt around to his ass, too. Sooo nice.
"I want you in my mouth first," he said, "with the whiteys on, if you can." he grinned.
It was not easy, but I managed to get my dick and balls through the pee-hole in the briefs, and presented the result to my friend.
"Mmmm, perfect," he said, "C'mere."
I did, holding my dick for him until he gained a good grasp of it with his mouth, and it disappeared down his throat, again and again. It felt incredible. Remember, I'd never found anyone-well, the women, pre Gary- that seemed eager to do me this service. Gary loves my dick, wants my cum often, and eagerly eats it every time.
"Oh, baby, I love watching my dick go down your throat," I said.
He came off me on the next withdrawal and said, "You know, your dick is the perfect size for sucking. I don't think I could do someone my size. I'd choke!"
"You might be surprised," I said. "I've never, before you, sucked anybody, but I'm fine with your size. Different strokes..., ya' know?"
"I guess," he said and smiled, "but I sure like it." and he dove back onto it again when I held it down for him. I really do love seeing my dick go down my friend's throat. Who'd have thunk?
I gave him his time, but finally pulled myself out of his mouth and adjusted the saddle so that I could do him. He was leaking precum when I took him in my mouth. It was sweet. I liked it. I went as far down on him as I could, then backtracked and went down again, a little further, this time. Soon enough, my lips were at his pubes, and I paused there, feeling the crown, way back in my throat. What an interesting sensation! When I moved the crown around, it rubbed on something, but if I moved it another way, it almost brought up a gag reflex. Mostly, I liked knowing that his dick was far inside me. It was a comfort.
I eventually had to come up for air, of course, and before I came off him entirely, I sucked on this crown that I'd just experienced deep in my throat. I apparently hit a nerve, because he suddenly gushed into my mouth. It was awesome!
"My gawd!!" he said. "What did you do?"
"Whaddaya mean?" I slobbered.
"I mean, I was just enjoying it, but you did something or touched something, and my cum was just there. It was awesome, whatever you did. To cum suddenly like that, out of my control, was...delicious."
"Delicious, huh?" I started, "You are delicious, your cum, I mean. When other guys realize what they were missing by fucking women only, they'll be pissed."
"I've always felt that," he said, "but sounds like you're thinking that way, too."
"Maybe. You see, you've apparently always known about yourself. I, on the other hand, grew up believing that women were the answer. I now believe that to be false, because I've experienced more love...and passion this last month, than I ever have with a woman. Even Maggie, and I was married to her!"
I'd been toying with Gary's dick with one hand and my own with the other.
"Baby, can I fuck you now," I asked.
"I thought you'd never ask," he breathed.
I entered him, in his saddle, unceremoniously, but effectively.
"Gawd I love seeing you enter me!" he said, watching me. "now fuck me," he breathed, baring his lips. And fuck him, I did, for longer than usual, for some reason. We were experiencing so many new sensations, Gary and I. We'd released a mechanism that allowed the saddle to rotate and sway from a single point. I lowered the height a little and found a position that worked, and started plowing in earnest. He'd already cum once, so he was good for awhile.
I went as deep as I could go in him and paused, focusing on kissing that masculine, gorgeous, face. Dreamy eyed, he kissed me back. "How'd I ever get so lucky," he said suddenly, gazing into my eyes. "Make me cum again." he commanded.
I fucked him from slow-but hard, to fast-hard, back to slow, build to fast. It's what seemed to work, `cause about five minutes in, he announced he was ready, I nodded my head and continued my assault, because I was there, too. As he came, the muscles surrounding my dick contracted, finally milking the juices out of me. I sprayed his insides. It was special.
We relaxed, he in his saddle and me on the side of the bed, and him still impaled on me, gazing dreamily at each other and smiling.
"That was pretty good," he said.
"What to go again? I asked, fully willing with this man.
"I think we should nap a little now...but I wish we could lay with you inside me, Ben."
"Maybe we can," I looked it over., unhooked the saddle, placed it on the bed with me still in him, unbuckled him from the harness, lifted him and slid it out from under him, and lay beside and facing him, still attached, his stubs drawn up, against me.
"You're amazing, you know that?" he said as we tried to find the position that was best. "Wait," he said. "pull out of me and turn me over so we're spooned."
"Hmm, I think we can accomplish that without my coming out of you, too...unless you need me to come out of you, of course." he pulled back to make sure I was OK.
"Ben, if you can manage this, I'm all for trying. I like riding you, anyway."
I placed him on top of me, and sat him up. His stubs just flopped.
"Are you able to move your legs at all?" I asked as I pulled them up, in front of their owner.
"My stubs? I haven't been but when you were stroking them earlier, I realized I need to wake them up. I'll talk to doc tomorrow."
"Yea, you had gorgeous legs before," I said, "The stubs want to be caressed and manipulated, too. OK, ready?" He nodded his head. I twirled him around--which felt awesome on my dick, incidentally--and rolled us over on our side, holding him close to me.
"Yea, that's what I'm talkin' about!" he said as I adjusted our bodies together.
"Ok, my love, we have about a half hour to nap." I said as I relaxed my body, wrapped around and impaling the most beautiful man I know.