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Six months after getting our last tattoos together, we celebrated our two year anniversary. I took Edward to the next town over to visit this quaint little Italian restaurant, a hole in the wall with delicious homemade food. We had a table in a secluded little alcove, a single candle casting romantic shadows over our faces. We were dressed fancy, in button down shirts and suit jackets, our tattoos covered, and as nice as it was I was itching to show a little skin. Still, I suppressed the urges for a few hours, knowing that as soon as I got home I could be totally naked.
I was wearing an extra ornament than Edward, though nobody could see it. Before driving over, Edward had fucked me long and deep, breeding me with a pretty thick load (we hadn't gotten off that morning). He had fucked me doggy style, pinning my hands to the bed with his own, so my cock was hard and leaking the entire time, but I hadn't had time to cum. Right after he unloaded in me, he flipped me onto my back to insert the plug and finish me off with a slow, romantic blowjob, until I glanced at the watch and saw our reservation time was coming up. I cursed myself for my habit of losing track of time while getting fucked, and had to tuck my steel hard cock into my black pants, hoping the boner would go down.
It did, for the most part, though the barest touch from Edward would give me an automatic semi. He kept his hands to himself while I was driving, but as soon as we were seated at our table, his fingers would begin to slowly creep up my leg, stroking the inside of my thigh and venturing closer to the plug in my ass. He tapped it, pressing it in further and forcing a moan from my lips right as the waiter walked up.
He was a cute guy, and normally I would've been embarrassed, but so much had happened over the last two years that lowered my inhibitions. I had blown Edward in the handicapped stall of a public bathroom once, and someone had come in to use the urinals next to us. We quieted down, but if he had glanced over he still would have seen a man on his knees before another. Once, we had gone to the beach together and wrestled in the sand. Normally I would have the advantage, but Edward knew that all he had to do to take control was pinch one of my nipples. Some hot guys were playing volleyball near us, and I swear three of them looked over when I gave out one of my louder moans.
So stuff like that didn't really embarrass me anymore, even when it was in front of a very cute guy. He introduced himself as Antonio, and said he'd be serving us tonight. I admired his ass as he walked away, and Edward caught my gaze.
"He's pretty cute, isn't he?" he prompted.
"Yeah, but not as cute as you," I said, smiling at him.
He laughed. "But I bet you'd like a piece of that ass, wouldn't you?"
"It has been a while since I've fucked a guy," I mused, "but Antonio is probably straight." "You kidding, Dale? Did you see his ass? An ass like that belongs on a bottom. He put time and effort into it. It reminds me of yours."
When the evening was over and the check paid for, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up before heading out. When I returned to the table, Edward said he had arranged a little surprise for me. Heading out to the dark parking lot, I saw a short figure leaning against our car. Coming closer, I recognized Antonio, now just in a rolled up sleeves white button down and a pair of black pants.
"Antonio has to park pretty far away, so I offered to give him a ride over. Wouldn't want any unsavory characters approaching in the night," Edward explained. As Antonio turned to get in the car, his ass came back into view, like the Earth rotating into dawn (as seen from space).
"So how long have you been working as a waiter?" I asked him as I got in as well.
"Just started this year," he replied. "Had to get a job after my 18th birthday, my parents wouldn't let me stay in their house."
"That's awful," Edward said, but Antonio just shrugged.
"Eh, I'm glad I'm out. I live with another friend now, he's got a place with pretty cheap rent that's close to school. Plus, he's helping me apply to the college he goes to."
"That's intense dude," Edward responded. "Pretty nice of that friend of yours too."
"Yeah he charges less rent for me, but I make sure to pay him back in other ways."
"Like what," Edward asked.
"Let's just say I don't keep my ass this fit for my own sake."
"Oh? You're a hungry little bottom, aren't you?" Edward laughed, making it clear that he was joking around.
"Yup. Gold star bottom, I've never topped. But I am definitely hungry for your cock." Antonio reached forward, his arm snaking around the seat to rest on Edward's lap. "For yours too," he continued, reaching over to grab my groin. Making eye contact at Edward, I grinned, my cock immediately straining against my pants at this man's touch.
Edward gently removed the hand from my bulge and moved it to his own. "Let's not distract the driver. You'll have plenty of time for that later." Antonio complied, though it was obvious he was still impatient.
He directed me to a parking structure, and I drove up to the sixth floor, pulling next to a beaten up blue Nissan. The rest of the structure was practically empty, with only a couple trucks on the lower floors. As soon as Antonio left the car he was on top of Edward, tilting his head up to make out with him, rubbing his hand over Edward's thickening cock. I came up behind Antonio, reaching under his shirt to pinch his nipples as my own cock, separated by a few thin layers of cloth, nestled inside Antonio's tempting crack.
Antonio reacted by reaching back, pulling down his pants so his crack was exposed. I unzipped and fished my cock out through the hole, slapping his cheeks with it. His ass, lightly haired and very chubby, jiggled under my dick, just the way I liked it.
I knelt on the concrete behind Antonio, parting his huge cheeks with my hands, their size making it almost a difficult task. My index fingers teased the edge of his hole before I dove in with my tongue, licking the hairy hole. I heard Antonio moan appreciatively from up above as my tongue started penetrating his supple ass lips, and I heard Edward murmur what I can only assume were sweet nothings to him in response. I recognized this as a hole that was used to seeing some action, just like mine. I didn't have to hesitate before pushing my tongue all the way inside, and I hoped my cock would slide in just as easily.
Antonio tasted good, slightly musky and tangy, different from Edward but still delicious. I was taking deep dives into his crack, shoving as much as my tongue as I could inside him, reutilizing the skills I had mastered in my topping days. It took effort to pull aside his cheeks and bury my face in there, and I was panting whenever I came up for air. Each breath I took was tinged with Antonio's delightful smell, and my cock was pulsing, ready for a piece of this ass.
I fished my wallet out of my pants, which I soon dropped, my fingers searching for an old condom that I always kept inside. Standing up, I started smacking my cock head against Antonio's hole again, teasing him for what I was about to shove inside. Edward pulled away from his kiss, and I saw that both of them had their cocks gripped in the other's hand. Precum was dripping down Antonio's shaft.
Edward came around beside me, lust gleaming in his eyes as he watched me tease the slutty hole in front of me. "You really want that, don't you Dale?" he asked, his hand traveling to my dick to jerk it for me.
"Yeah babe," I responded. "Been so long since I topped. Got that animal urge to fuck a bitch," I grunted, my words coming out slurred with desire. Edward's hand left my cock, latching on to a nipple and twisting, as the other one firmly grabbed the plug that was still lodged in my own hole.
"Oh, babe," he crooned in my ear as he toyed with my body, "you don't get to fuck that bitch. That bitch gets to fuck you." He pulled the butt plug out of my hole, stretching it open once more and forcing a moan out of my mouth. I could feel some of his cum from earlier drip down my taint before splattering on the floor. Edward plucked the condom from my fingers, handing it to Antonio, who had just turned around.
"He's all yours, dude," Edward said as Antonio rolled the rubber onto his member. "I know first times are a lot of pressure, but this slut will give you the ride of your life." Using my nipples, Edward swung me around so my ass was facing Antonio and pulled my face into his armpit. I can't even say I was disappointed by this turn of events. Despite my previous urge to top, all it took was a couple pinches of my nipples and the stretch of the plug in my ass to revert me to my normal slutty bottom self.
Antonio was hesitant, I could tell, and I felt a surge of protectiveness towards the inexperienced stranger. I wanted to give him the best first time experience I could, show him how good topping could feel. `Maybe after today he would consider himself vers', I thought, with slightly ulterior motives. More bottoms in the world meant more competition for me.
With my hole already lubed with my boyfriend's cum, Edward began slipping in easily, despite the condom and lack of lube. My hole opened up for him easily, welcoming his cock like an old friend. He pushed in about halfway before beginning pulling back out again, but I wouldn't have any of that. I stepped back suddenly, impaling the rest of my chute on his cock, taking him my surprise and forcing a moan out of his mouth.
"Damn, you can take it fast," he said in awe. "Usually it takes me a few strokes before I can take it all the way.
"He's a talented bitch," Edward replied for me. "Besides, I already fucked him twice today. That hole has had something stuffed into it longer than not," he bragged. Exaggerating slightly maybe, but I wasn't going to correct him. Antonio began a slow, rhythmic thrusting, stopping every so often to moan and reposition himself. He wasn't the best fuck of my life, but I was enjoying the exotic feel of a new cock in my ass. He was of comparable length to Edward, but a little bit thicker around the middle, if a little thinner at the base, giving me new feelings as he thrust in and out.
It also helped that Edward was dirty talking me all the while, shoving my face into his various tattoos and making me lick Pierce's art. "You're such a slut for cock, bitch," he groaned. "Willing to bend over for just about any stranger you come across."
"Hey, he was a good waiter," I joked. Edward laughed, and then lightly slapped me.
"You focus on moaning like a bitch in heat," he said. "I'll make the jokes around here." He grabbed my chin and angled my face so we locked eyes. "Looks like the waiter got more than just the tip." I groaned, partially because Antonio's thick-around-the-middle cock had just pulled out almost all the way, partially because of the bad pun. "But you want to know the real joke?" Edward continued, "is the fact that you used to be a top." "Look at you, bent over in a parking garage, naked, tattooed body on display, getting fucked by a man you met an hour ago. And not just a man, but a bottom, just like you. Dale, you're such a bitch that you're getting fucked by another bottom. You're a bitch's bitch. A bottom for bottoms. You make Armond Rizzo look like a dom top. I met you've been fucked more in your life than Johnny Rapid and Anthony Romero combined. You're my big tattooed muscle bottom." He ended that sentence with a sharp slap across my cheek.
"Uh, I think, um," Antonio said, during a break in Edward's monologue. "I'm having a bit of trouble staying hard. Is it cool if I ditch the condom?"
"Not a chance," said Edward. "But I think I know how to help you stay nice and firm. You rimmed him good, right bitch?" I nodded. "Good."
Honestly, I hadn't even noticed that Antonio had gone a bit soft; he felt great to me still. Edward walked around behind him, and I braced myself on the car for what was coming next. Antonio had gone still inside me, and I knew Edward was slowly entering him, getting his hole used to the intrusion. I knew that Antonio's hole would be open and ready in a matter of seconds, so I clenched my hole around his cock to keep him interested.
Soon, I felt Antonio's body press against mine as his cock slid fully in, and I knew that Edward was taking control. The thrusts in my ass started getting stronger, and I knew that Edward was basically using Antonio as a fleshy condom to fuck me. My cock, which had lost a bit of turgidity in the downtime, surged back to life, and my moans joined Antonio's as both of us bitches got fucked like the sluts we were.
Antonio came first, obviously overcome with the combined sensations of getting fucked and fucking a guy. Edward was next, his hands reaching over Antonio and gripping my shoulders hard as he exploded. Antonio gave me a reach around, and all it took was a touch from him before my own cum shot out, coating the front tire and hood of my car. I collapsed against it, drained, until I felt two wet thwacks against both my shoulders. Reaching up, I retrieved two condoms, both filled with a load of cum.
"Guess which one's mine," Edward purred, drawing close. I dipped a finger into the one with the smaller load and gave it a taste.
"Definitely that one," I said, recognizing Edward's distinct and delicious flavor.
"Normally I'd make you lick the load off the hood," Edward continued, "but I think it's more appropriate for you to keep it there. Like giving a facial to your car." He picked up both of the condoms, drizzling Antonio's and his own load across the front. "Hope no one asks about it at work."
I moaned as a pearl of precum slithered its way down my painfully hard shaft until nestling itself in the cleft between my cock and body. Once, it would've gotten lost in pubic hair, but now I was totally smooth from the neck down, and the precum pooled at the base of my cock, running down over my balls when it overflowed. Edward was fucking me in the shower, one hand pushing my hips out, the other pulling my head in by the hair. The results were that I was standing straight up, with my back arched and cock pointing straight out.
He had been fucking me for a good twenty minutes, and we had had to turn off the water before it started getting cold. I could tell he was close to cumming, but he was trying to hold back, trying to push me over the edge first. With a final, almost apologetic groan, he gripped me harder, and I could feel my abused rectum getting filled up with his load. After his first shot, he brushed his hand against my cock, that bare minimum stimulation enough to get me to shoot.
It had been our goal for a while, for me to cum handlessly. I knew it was possible; hell, we even had a friend who swore he could do it one out of every three times, but no matter how long or how hard or how rough Edward fucked me, I just couldn't get driven over the edge. We tried all sorts of positions with various amounts of prostate stimulation, he dirty talked me until he couldn't think of new ways to describe how much of his bitch I was, but it wasn't enough. My cock would get angrily red and achingly hard, it would leak precum like a fountain, but I would never orgasm.
Still, now that I'm looking back, part of the fun of the whole thing was the challenge. At one point, I came without any hand on my dick, but we determined that since my cock was getting rubbed between Edward and my abs, it didn't count. We didn't ask Pierce for help sooner because it was fun to experiment seeing what could drive me over the edge. I didn't mind not cumming handlessly, because until I could, we would just keep trying wild, vigorous, new positions. It really was the journey that mattered.
But at one point, our goals got brought up around Pierce. We had headed out to a shirts-optional bar together in a purely platonic sense, just to catch up and show off our ink. We could see smooth, "clean" skinned twinks admire us with envy and lust, though we mainly kept to ourselves, chatting about our lives.
"Have you ever made a bottom cum without touching himself?" Edward asked Pierce, once he had a few drinks in him.
"Yeah man, a few times," the tattooed stud replied, smiling at the reminiscence. "They were absolute bitches too, total whores for my cock. Two of them rode me to a handless orgasm, but the third guy came when I was fucking him doggy. Shit, I didn't even know he had until I saw the stain on his sheets. Gotta admire him for not telling me to stop after that, I was fucking him rough." As he bragged about it, he noticed Edward's mild despondency. "What's the matter man? Jealous of the bitches?" Edward laughed. "A bit. I haven't gotten fucked in a while and I kinda miss it--"
"Babe, you know I'd fuck you again in a heart beat! It's your own cock's fault I don't" "Ok, true," he chuckled. "But I just wish I could fuck Dale like that. Hard enough that I make him cum handlessly. Like a proper bitch."
"Oh, man, I know where you're coming from," Pierce replied. "But cumming handlessly has less to do with the top, and more to do with the bottom. Like I said, two of those guys rode me for that handless orgasm. They basically used me as a beautifully painted fleshlight."
It was my turn to look disappointed. "You got any tips on things I can do about it man?" I asked, hopefully.
"Nah Dale, some guys are just born with it. Sorry."
"Oh. Oh well then," I said.
"Nah man, I'm just kidding, I can totally fix you up. Let's head to my shop."
The morning light shone harshly through the blinds, sleeting across my scrunched-up face, across Edward's beautiful chest, across Pierce's inked ass. I groaned as I tried to remember the previous ten or so hours. Somehow, all three of us had ended up naked in bed together, but I don't think we had fucked. I reached back to feel my hole. My fingers slipped in easily, as always, but it wasn't freshly-fucked loose.
I remember my arms around Pierce and Edward's shoulders as we walked through the dimly lit streets, our laughter echoing through the alleys. I remember the silver clinkle of the shop bell as we entered the pitch black tattoo parlor. And I remember... oh yeah.
I reached back to feel the tender skin above my ass cheeks. A tramp stamp... well, I can't say it wasn't a long time coming. I craned my neck around, the hangover making my head pound, but I couldn't make out what it was.
"It's a goat head," Pierce groaned. "Now can you go back to sleep and stop tossing around?"
The first time I came hands-free was transcendent. It was a week and a half after getting the goat tattoo above my ass, and despite having fucked more than a dozen times over that week, we still hadn't managed a full on hands free orgasm.
We were making out as he fucked me in the spooning position. It was late at night, we had stayed up watching a movie, and we were both tired, though our boners were keeping us up. We had only fucked once that day, in the morning, only swapping blowjobs when we got home from work, so I was appreciating the stuffing my ass was getting.
He cradled my body in his arms as he thrust slow and deep, our lips never parting, his tongue probing my mouth, trying to get as much of his body into mine as he could. Despite our slow pace, he was getting close, and he started to reach down to my dick to finish it, but I gently moved his hand to my pec. Tonight I was going to cum handlessly, or not at all.
I was lost in the hypnotic rhythm of his thrusts, the casual dominance of his tongue wrestling mine, the electric surges his fingers were drawing forth from my tender nipples. It all was so much, I was so in love at that moment.
It hit me like a freight train. Everything went white. I felt like I was bathing in flame, like a phoenix being reborn. In the distance, I could feel a salty fluid splatter my lips, my chest, my abs, but I couldn't quite place what it was. The only thing that grounded me from being lost forever was the animalistic grunts and strong grip of Edward, who was lost in his own orgasm. As we both came down from it, mine taking significantly longer to end than his, he gasped into my mouth. "That was beautiful, Dale."
Eight tattoos adorned my body, a veritable menagerie of body art. This ink had changed me, opened new horizons, brought out a side of me I didn't know existed. A pure top who felt self conscious on showing his otter body in public became a smooth, tattooed bottom bitch who can't help but wear revealing clothing.
Still, at my core I felt the same. I was still the same old Dale that Edward had fallen in love with, I was just presenting a different side of me I didn't know was there. I still had those urges to top, and Edward still loved getting fucked, it was just that once the juices started flowing we would settle back into the roles we loved to play.
Still, on Edward's birthday, I decided to give him my cock. It had been too long, and it was time for that boy to realize he wasn't the only slut for dick in this relationship. I planned the night perfectly. I knew that while playing, he would inevitably reach up to play with my nipples, and I knew this would end with me on my back, moaning for him to fuck me harder. So that night, after his birthday celebration, I told him to close his eyes and led him to the bedroom.
There, I wrapped a blindfold around his eyes. "Kinky," he murmured, grinning.
"It hasn't even begun, bitch," I growled in his ear, making his shiver with anticipation. I pushed him backwards, and he let himself fall onto the bed. Hearing a jingle as he did so, he cocked his head questioningly.
Ignoring his unspoken inquiry, I raised his left arm over his head, going to town on his lightly hairy pit. It tasted like he had forgotten deodorant today. It tasted like a man.
When I was finished eating him out, I lifted his hand further, until it was against the bedpost. "I see where this is go--" he began, but I didn't let him finish. I knew that while my nipples were my bitch buttons, if he started saying the right words, he could have me on all fours being his quivering slut before the night was over. And, as much as I loved that, I owed it to him to be strong.
The jockstrap now in his mouth had been worn by me all day, and his nostrils flared at the ripe scent. Still, he was hard and getting harder as I secured his wrist to the bed with his belt. I repeated the process on his right arm, eating out the pit before using my belt to bind him to the bed. With no hands and no voice, there was no way I was going to be his bitch tonight.
I made sure to eat out his ass with at least as much gusto as I had given his pits. It had been a while since anything more than a finger or two had been in there, and I wanted him to love it. I went to town, trying to use every trick that Edward had learned on me over the last two years. His hole, framed by only a few stray hairs, opened up easily under my ministrations, and after a few minutes, I knew he was ready.
I had been stroking his cock while I rimmed him, and he was hard the entire time. I had spent a good half hour sucking his cock that morning, so I figured it had had enough of my mouth for the day. Still, I definitely planned on getting another one of his delicious loads in my gut by the end of the night. I heard an especially loud groan, and I noticed the jockstrap gag had half fallen out, but I didn't bother fixing it as I knelt between his legs, my cock hard and ready at his gate. Grabbing the lube we kept by the bedside (though very rarely needed to use), I globbed a good amount over my cock, rubbing the excess on his hole. It brought back memories from when we were just starting to date, though back in those days my skin wasn't quite as artistic, and Edward had never been tied to the bed.
Almost as if he had been practicing, Edward's hole opened up easily, my cock gliding in as if I had only just fucked him yesterday, even though it had been many months. Both of us moaned harmoniously as we reveled in the switching of our normal roles. I had forgotten how good it felt to have a warm, velvety hole wrapped around your shaft, squeezing it lovingly. I just rested inside him for a few moments, not to help him get used to the intrusion, but to appreciate the tightness around my cock. He fit me like a glove.
Still, I couldn't just wait around forever. It was his birthday, and I was determined to fuck him to a mind shattering orgasm, like the ones he gave me on the daily. I started pushing in and out, slowly at first, until building up to a steady, hard stroke. I had been spending a lot of time at the gym recently, at least in part because it was a place that I could show off a lot of skin without getting weird looks, and all the work I had put into my ass was paying off. As nice as it is to fuck a bubble butt, it's often forgotten how much topping stamina comes from the ass.
Edward was moaning and squirming, his cock dripping with precum as he took my onslaught. As the minutes ticked by, my pounding started getting more and more ferocious. This wasn't just for his pleasure anymore, this was to pay him back for every brutal fucking he had pounded into my ass. I wanted to do to his hole what he had done to mine. With his legs over my shoulders and my arms behind his shoulders, I had him bent almost completely in half as I brutally fucked him.
The gag had fallen out, but he wasn't saying anything, just keeping up a steady stream of high pitched whines. My cock pounded his prostate as his slid between our pre-cum covered abs. Suddenly, his whines went up an octave, and I felt my abs become sticky and warm. The lubricated friction was enough to push him over the edge. I slowed down a bit, but he gasped out two words. "Don't stop."
I ripped the blindfold off his face so he could see my expression. I can only imagine the look I was giving him. Aggression, lust, love, determination. This was the side of me that hadn't been expressed in over a year, and it was eager to get out. As the fucking continued, I untied his hands, confident that even if he grabbed my nipples, he wouldn't be able to break me out of this mood.
And he didn't seem like he wanted to anyway. His arms wrapped around my sweaty back, trying to pull me closer. His lips met mine, and this time it was my tongue that explored the deep recesses of his mouth. I could feel his cock between our bodies once more, firming up again. I broke the kiss to look into his eyes. I saw a need there, a need that I'm sure he saw in my eyes every day. Half grinning, I pinched his jaw to open his mouth, and spat into his gaping maw.
Edward's eyes rolled back and he groaned. If he hadn't just cum ten minutes ago, he surely would have at that moment. As it were, I felt a gush of precum ooze from his cockhead, further lubricating our bodies.
Still, as pent up as this fuck was, no man has the stamina to fuck like that for more than half an hour. I slowed down a bit, focusing on deep thrusts. Pulling all the way out, admiring the gape, and then skewering him all the way. He was still on his back, still unable to talk, still grasping my back to pull me closer.
I would alternate every five minutes or so between the long, brutal thrusts and the rapid, intense ones. Edward was fully hard once more and dripping copious amounts of fluid. He had started to mumble something that I couldn't quite make out at first, but realized he was saying "please cum". The fire I had before had died down a bit, and I was ready to end it, but I realized that as much as I was enjoying this, I just wasn't getting pushed over the edge.
At this point I was starting to get frustrated. I just wanted to cum, to breed Edward like he breeds me, but I just couldn't do it. Edward's face was starting to get a little scrunched in pain, and I knew I had to finish it soon, so I gave a quick tug on his cock to trigger his orgasm, hoping that the sudden pulse around my cock would finish me.
Edward's second orgasm was much smaller than the first, but still impressive considering what he had just endured. When he finished, he went limp against the sweat stained pillows, and I pulled out all the way. I started jerking off over his body, but that just wasn't doing it for me. Thinking that maybe it was the lube, I headed to the bathroom to wash off. In the shower, I kept on stroking, and despite staying totally hard, I just couldn't cum.
At this point I was desperate, I was sticking fingers into my ass, playing with my nipples, imagining all the hot times we had fucked in the shower in the past, but it wasn't enough. Frustrated, I climbed out of the shower, hoping maybe Edward would give me a quick blowjob, but when I walked back into the bedroom, he was fast asleep. Chalking this whole thing up to getting too far into my own head, I curled up next to him, realizing too late that with him as the big spoon, I was slathering myself with his cum. Oh well, I thought, as I drifted off. At least I gave him some amazing birthday sex.
I slept restlessly that night, my dreams filled with strange mental images. I dreamt that I was in a large field, and dildos would pop out of the ground intermittently, and I would have to fuck myself on them, like a bizarre game of whack-a-mole. I dreamt a goat was chewing off my junk, but instead of hurting it was just mildly irritating. I dreamt that Edward was rolling me over onto my stomach, slowly inserting himself into my well-lubed ass, thrusting slowly, gently...
And of course this was the one that was really happening. My whole body felt flooded with a deeper kind of happiness, and I came before I really knew what was going on. I gripped the sheets as my cock soaked them through, and when I finished, Edward pulled out to jerk off onto my back. When my lats were streaked with his sperm, he smacked my ass and pulled me into the shower.
It wasn't until a few weeks later that I realized I had a problem. Edward had gone home for the weekend to visit his family, and my hole felt empty without him. My hormones were buzzing through my body, so I decided to enjoy a long, leisurely jerk off session in bed. After about an hour of stroking to some amazing porn, I decided to get on with my life, and upped the tempo. But I realized no matter how fast I stroked, no matter how furious, I wasn't getting any closer to cumming. I was just at a constant, pleasurable level.
I grabbed a dildo that Edward had bought me, and quickly shoved that into my quivering hole. I gotta admit, it helped, and I got my hopes up that this would be enough to drive me over the edge. But after another fifteen minutes, nothing had happened. I was desperate to cum, but nothing was coming out.
Too embarrassed to call a doctor, I spent the rest of the weekend stewing in an extremely horny state. The barest stimulation would give me a full erection, and I was contemplating nasty thoughts to get me off. Maybe my hole was so conditioned to getting fucked, I just needed to fill it up with bigger stuff. Maybe that squash we were saving for a stew. Maybe my own fist. Hell, maybe both of my own fists.
When Edward got home Sunday night, I practically jumped him. The minute he stepped through the door, I had ripped his clothes off and impaled myself on his cock. I had made sure to send him pictures of myself posing nude, so he would be hard by the time he got home, and as soon as that cock hit my prostate I was cumming all over the welcome mat. I fell to my knees in exhaustion, before explaining everything that had and hadn't happened over the weekend.
We walked into the Hungry Goat Tattoo Parlor on Monday, right before closing. Pierce was behind the desk, cleaning some tattoos. I marched up to him, unsmiling.
"Did you know that your tattoo would make it hard for me to cum?" I demanded, right off the bat. He looked taken aback.
"Well, yeah, of course dude. I warned you about that." Now I was the one taken aback.
"You did?"
"Yes, Dale," he patiently explained. "I told you it was a difficult tattoo to perform. I warned you there was a risk of... interfering with your normal orgasms if I didn't perform it right. And since I was drunk, I'm guessing I didn't perform it right."
"Then why'd you do it, if you were drunk?" This time Edward spoke up, angrily.
"Because," Pierce was starting to lose his patience as well, "you demanded I do it. You said, and I quote, `I want to cum handlessly tonight. I promise if I do you can take a turn next,' and how exactly could I turn that away? Besides, if I hadn't done it, you just woulda found some other guy, and I'd rather trust my hand than a stranger's."
"But," I was at a loss.
"Listen," Pierce softened. "I'm guessing you can still cum from Edward fucking you, since if you couldn't, you woulda been in here a lot sooner. You're a talented bottom bitch, you don't really need to cum any other way. The fact that you've gone three or so months without even realizing it just shows how little of a problem it is." He was right. I really hadn't noticed that I couldn't cum without being fucked for a long time. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all, provided I had a constant source of dick to keep me satisfied. Noticing the change in the atmosphere, Pierce pressed his luck.
"You know, you guys never did let me get a piece of Dale's hole that night," he cajoled. "You both basically passed out as soon as you got into bed together. Maybe the three of us could have a little bit of fun in the back room...?"
I grinned. If my lot in life was to be a total bottom bitch owned by my beautiful tattooed boyfriend and our heavily inked tattoo artist, well, there are a lot worse fates in life. I hopped the counter to Pierce's side. "I know the way."
That concludes the story of Dale and Edward. Sorry for taking so long on this chapter, and thanks to the guys who emailed or messaged me asking what was up. Tbh you're the reason this chapter came out. If you want more, check out Club Lux, Gym Gymnos, or Seidrman's Bathhouse. I have a few more stories planned in this universe, including such fun topics as a couple of bears going camping and becoming even more bear-ier, a fraternity that slowly becomes gayer and gayer, and a college drop out who becomes a trailer park whore. Feel free to send me critiques, comments, or just conversation at coyotetale42@gmail.com, or through my porn tumblr ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com.