Lockdown! Chapter 6
These are difficult times and good erotica can help us get through the next few weeks and months of isolation and social distancing. This fantasy is how I wish I was spending my lockdown...
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Now, onto Lee getting his end in and Kris revealing his gear collection...
Lee woke with a fierce piss hard-on. Subconsciously and before being fully awake, his body had instinctively lined itself up against Kris's still sleeping form. Seconds later screams sounded from the first piercing thrust of Lee's giant cock. With no more lube than naturally spat out of Lee's cockhead, the hung top was soon piston-fucking Kris's tender hole.
Many men would cry havoc. Loudly. They would struggle and try to escape, to pull themselves away from being so thoroughly and painfully impaled. Not Kris though. Yes, his initial screams were honestly genuine - who wouldn't register surprise at a foreign invader in their most intimate of places? - but Kris wasn't any bottom. He may have been yanked away from a deep slumber but quicker than his mind could process the feeling in his ass he knew exactly where he was and what was going on.
He was in his spare bedroom, which was currently rented out to Lee, a tourist from out-of-town who was trapped in his flat whilst quarantine was going down. A tourist who now had his dick inside his butt. A muscular and hung tourist who Kris had felt heat for from the very first moment they'd laid eyes on each other, as proved by the record-breaking speed at which the hairy and more mature bottom had ending up wolfing down what was the first of many of Lee's loads.
In a dramatic turn of events, cock-sucking had jumped to Kris's true passion: fisting. At the beginning Kris had felt doubt (was Lee really interested in big hole?) but that feeling had soon turned to intense pleasure, for the both of them. That was why they'd spent virtually the entire previous day fisting. Everything from punches in Kris's sling to long, luxurious strokes in front of the TV.
When nightfall came, the two men had fallen into Lee's bed. Kris's sling was still hanging above his own bed, so the choice was obvious. Would he have made a different decision if he'd have known the hung and insatiable top was going to plough his arse in the morning?
God no.
From first hole-splitting thrust to full-acceptance took just seconds. If anything Kris's mind was ahead of his body. He had fantasied so many times about being woken up just like this. It was one of his darkest and most fulfilling desires. Unfortunately, no matter how much he'd wanted it, none of his partners had ever had the bravery, or the balls (let's be honest) to own the moment. Lee though, Lee was different. What he wanted he took, and that was absolutely fine by Kris.
Of course, some might say there are better ways of coming to. The scent of freshly roasted coffee? The touch of rabbit's noses and kitten's beanies? Fuck that! Yes, Kris's ass was tender from the marathon fisting session yesterday, but he knew he could take dick. Oh, he could take dick so very well...
Instinctively, he pushed his body back onto the thick shaft pummelling his cunt. Whilst asleep his hole had been resting making Lee's entry actually pretty easy. That didn't last long though, as it involuntarily closed up at the first deep stroke. That hole-shock meant Lee had felt the most amazing clutch around his dick, tightening up around him beautifully and (to him) so eagerly. To he honest, tightness was something the younger and less experienced top had been worried about. Just what state would Kris's cunt be in after all the work it had taken the day before? Taut? Tight? Or a sloppy thunderbox? Would it be a good fuck, or not?
Lee soon got his answer. No.
Kris had quickly adjusted to the dawn invader inside of him, helped by the heat and muscular touch of the top holding him so tight. His sweat, his stench, his smell... all un-showered and shared from the day before. All this meant Kris's pussy had swiftly given up the fight. In fact, such was his eagerness for cock that in seconds the shock and terror of his pussy being brutalised completely disappeared. His body relaxed and totally mellowed into it. His love of big cock gave himself over to the determined top.
The sudden lack of clutch infuriated Lee though. It was all too easy. After all, his meat was thick, his girth mighty. Yes, Kris might have been able to totally deep-throat his cock, but no top wanted his fuckslab to be swallowed up by a butt so easily. He wanted to fuck this cunt so fucking hard. Time to step up a gear and power-fuck, to unleash the animal inside, to unload inside another man for the first time in days.
It was a powerful moment between the two of them. as both instinctively responded to what the other needed. Lee had known that Kris could cope with a taking a dick whilst still asleep. And now Kris realised that Lee needed a spectacular demonstration of his hole control to get off. Despite the beating his pussy had taken the day before, Kris squeezed his cunt and bore down.
Immediately, Lee felt the different and it was a revelation. The sensation of Kris's strong pussy muscles around his dick were simply too much to resist. He started to jackhammer like his life depended on it.
(Of course, in someways Lee's life in lockdown did depend on it... sure, Kris had already swallowed an epic amount of his home-grown cum but was that enough? He had to seal their bond and nothing said being someone's bitch like being cunted with an epic load of scalding hot spunk, right?)
The total energy release was spectacular. To Kris it felt as if Lee's entire body was hammering into his, not an inch of his cunt left unchartered. His own cock was twitchy and leaky the entire time, every thrust keeping him on edge. In this act there was glorious unity, both meeting each other's needs, a symbiosis that took Kris well past the tenderness of his well-fisted hole.
Finally - FINALLY - it was time. It couldn't go on any longer. With one almighty stroke Lee's entire weight slammed into Kris and he delivered his manspunk at high-velocity. The savagery of the moment was so intense that it fucked the cum right of Kris too, his load spraying out wide on to the patiently waiting sheets.
It was one of the most intense orgasms of their lives, let alone in the brief time they'd spent together. The two men spooned, Lee's softening dick still buried inside Kris. A new ease with the world allowed them to fall asleep again from their pre-dawn fuck.
As sun hit Lee's bedroom, it was Kris that woke first this time. His ravaged hole was now painful and sensitive, despite the nourishing cum lining his cunt. He pulled away, wanting to be free of Lee's cock.
The sudden movement - the sudden loss - woke Lee and he couldn't resist pulling the bottom back on his dick, kissing Kris's neck and showering him with tenderness.
"That was good, boy" Lee said. Boy? The name felt good on Kris. Like it fitted, like it comforted. Like it explained his place in the universe, even if he was older than Lee. He felt enriched, which means he couldn't help resist what came next.
"Clench for me boy, let me feel your pussy lips grip my meat" said Lee, softly.
Kris complied. Was it because he wanted to be in total touch with Lee's cock (so perfect, so hefty, so heavy!) or was it because he wanted to show off?
He would never know as in seconds Lee was sighing at the pleasure of Kris's touch and then an even deeper sigh of release. "Hold tight, boy!" demanded the top. Kris had no idea what Lee meant, and then he knew it for himself. Jesus! His cunt was filling up with scalding hot piss! He clamped down hard, knowing he couldn't afford to spill a single drop. His Boss was giving him his fluids. He had to take it. But Jesus, just how much beer Lee had drunk yesterday? No stranger to enemas, this was a new experience. The flow just kept on coming. Longer and longer, fuller and fuller.
Eventually it was over. Despite their connection, there was a strictness in Lee's voice as he told Kris not to spill a drop. "Go clean up, I need to fist you again" he demanded.
Kris made his way to his bathroom, tightly holding the piss in. Well, I guess that's got the day started, he thought...
Much to the bottom's annoyance, Kris could feel just how tender his hole was as he released his piss enema and flushed himself out. Always the same: his mind wanting more, but his hole was giving out on him. The thought was fleeting though. His cunt had taken an epic beating yesterday and then been brutalised this morning. There simply hadn't been enough time for him to properly recover.
Apologetically he went out to the living room wearing shorts and a tee, intentionally covering himself up, as if to say 'I'm done'. He found Lee, seductively wearing an open dressing gown, cooking breakfast. The top's hard dick stuck out straight from his body. Jesus, didn't it ever go down?
Kris's bottom guilt kicked in. It was always frustrating when you were with a top that was hot to trot and yet knew you couldn't keep it going. He got it out of the way as quick as he could.
"It's no use man, I'd love to be fisted again today, but my hole needs a break. Just too much, I'm sorry..." said Kris. There was a sudden flash of anger from the muscular top. Here he was cooking breakfast and yet Kris couldn't put out? Hellfire! Then a flicker of recognition and compassion...
"Okay stud, whatever you say. But what are we going to do today? I've got to be honest, my dick needs some serious love! It's the least you can do given how much horn you've given me..." said Lee, the words hanging heavy in the air.
And so - after breakfast - Lee had an all-day introduction to Kris's extensive gear collection. Well, not so much introduction as interactive demonstration, making it a day of discovery and transformation for the young top. Lee started off shocked and surprised at the sheer size of Kris's fetish wardrobe, before moving on to teasing the older bottom. Who needs this much gear?! Was Kris some kind of sexual deviant? A pervert?
When Lee realised that those words harmlessly bounced off Kris he started to take things seriously. Lee had been in many sex stores over the years but this was on another level, like Kris had been collecting fetish gear since he first came out.
In some ways, Kris had.
His professional skills had always been in demand and had been equally well paid. Instead of holidays and brand-name clothes Kris had spent his money on fetish wear. It had started off as a horny fascination with men dressed (or undressed!) in leather. Hairy men in a tight, black second skin seemed utterly masculine to him, though he was soon to learn that masculinity and sex appeal has nothing to do with what you look like, but what's on the inside.
However, that doesn't mean what's on the outside can't give you strength. And make your sex life as kinky as fuck! That pure pleasure meant he'd been using and collecting gear for years. It had became something of a compulsion and Kris's explanation was a revelation for the muscular top.
Lee's confidence came from a subtly different place. His commitment and dedication to the gym, his own (much in demand) skills, and (of course) his thick dick. He had never really found fetish before. Sure, he'd dressed up to go to clubs, bars and the beach, but that was more about making the most of his natural assets. He'd looked on at the odd man or so he'd seen in leather or rubber as just that. Odd men.
However, now he was so close to someone with a passion for gear that he found himself willingly and unexpectedly turned on. The leather, rubber and the toys came to life as Kris enthusiastically started walking him through his wardrobe. The dynamic quickly changed. Lee went from feeling overwhelmed at the unfamiliar materials, studs and buckles to hot desire. The room reverberated with Lee's questions and instructions. What does this do? Show me, he urged. All whilst Kris's sling still hung in the background, a silent presence that didn't threaten but seemed expectant of more.
It turned into a total horn-fest.
Gear came in and out, to be worn and showed off, touched and felt. Lee by now had long lost his gown, the heft of his dick a visual metre to just how much he was turned on by a particular item. Not that his erection ever went any lower than half-mast though. Kris saw to that. Every so often he would get down on his knees and cock-worship Lee. The bottom's constant dick-hunger never failed to delight the top and it turned into a fantastically prolonged edging scene. Kris in a catsuit one moment, then in full leathers the next. But all the while Lee held back, denying them both their reward.
Soon Lee wanted to try on some gear as well. The two men were different body shapes but just about the same height, making some things very easy to try out. Like the leather bar vest with two red stripes that made the most of Lee's broad shoulders, big arms and furry chest.
However good both men looked in leather, it was rubber that really seemed to drive the eager top on. He kept on coming back to it, asking to see Kris in virtually every item he owned. Yes, he'd discovered that he loved the warmth and feel of leather, but the dedication and care it took to get into rubber really appealed to him. All that lubing up and then the shiny outcome, the way it hugged and transformed the body into something else.
Right now - hours after the wardrobe door had first opened - Kris was wearing one of his favourite pieces of gear. A `Fist Body' singlet from Butcherei Lindinger in Germany. It in the style of a wrestling singlet, except with a chaps cut around the ass and jock. The rubber was bright red with white trim, including a couple of stripes down the sides. Kris had teamed it with a blue cotton jock that perfectly contrasted with the taut rubber. No matter how much gear he owned, this singlet was something he kept on coming back to. The cut focused everything on the job at hand, literally.
For Lee, the spectacle was almost too much. Kris had kept him on the edge for so long and now he couldn't hold back. The bottom's hairy and muscular arse cheeks were simply too tempting, especially as Lee knew exactly what they were hiding. He got down on his knees and spread Kris's cheeks wide with his hands. It wasn't a sensuous or tender movement. This was hunger, an instinctive need to see what he had created yesterday, to see what was now his. He truly was a convert to big hole.
Lee didn't hold back and buried his face in Kris's arse, the bottom immediately leaning forward to give the top more to work with. Lee rimmed the corrugated and still puffy trench to his heart's content. The intensity of Lee's tongue was amazing and Kris felt his cock rising (not helped by him now wearing one of his more eclectic cock rings - at this rate his dick would stay hard for hours!).
Pig noises and moans of contentment filled the bedroom, and soon Lee's hands were roaming over Kris too, feeling the contrast between latex and skin, and smelling the intoxicating scent of rubber as it warmed up.
Suddenly it was all too much for Lee, he had to be in rubber too. He stood up and exclaimed that Kris must have something that would fit him, surely?
Kris intently studied the eager top, as if his collection of gear was running through his head. In reality he was taking in the sight of Lee's body one last time before transforming it for the night. He took in the broad shoulders and those sexy indentations where the neck meets the chest. The treasure trail that ran down to the achingly hard cock. The veins that corded his taut and bulging arms. HIs large hands and eager, desirable face. The stubble he'd felt so artfully on his arse. And above all, that gigantic and meaty dick, above balls that were turning over, so full with spunk.
"I've got just the thing" said Kris with a wolfish smile. He reached to the back of his closet to grab a black rubber catsuit he'd ordered a while back that had turned out to be big. It had been an expensive purchase but Kris had resisted sending it back as it was simply too hot to return. Maybe one day he'd bulk out and it would fit? Or...
Kris unfurled it in front of Lee. The sound was intimidating and the heavy rubber looked imposing and intimidating. Lifeless.
"You sure it will fit?"
"We can but try, right?!" replied Kris. In seconds he was lubing up the insides, and then holding a leg hole open for Lee to step into. It was the top's first experience of wearing rubber and the touch surprised him. Cold and tight, difficult to slide up his strong legs, but soon the catsuit was manhandled to the top of his thighs.
It was then that Lee realised the zip looked to be in the wrong place. Was that some kind of a mistake? Kris explained all about back-entry suits and how they they looked totally hot but meant a guy needed help getting in to them. It didn't occur to Lee that also meant he would also need help getting out too...
The thick rubber started enveloping more and more of Lee. Constraining his muscles but also giving him new power. The top saw a new tenderness in Kris too as the older bottom manipulated and pushed the rubber up and over his body, helping him through the tight entry points (including threading his dripping cock through a ring at the front, before it was hidden by a detachable cod piece). And then there was an amazing feeling as the zip was done up at the back and he felt both trapped and free at the same time.
Lee's first thought was to move away so he could see himself in the mirror, so desperate to see his reflection and his transformation. "Hang on, stud, we're not quite done yet" said Kris, stopping the top. A subtle and amazing power-shift had kicked in and Lee totally went with it. Bold, brave and fearless as Kris shined Lee's entire black body from neck to ankle. He knew he was in good hands.
And then came the final touches. Kris hadn't been planning it, but now he couldn't hold back from seeing the top in full coverage. A heavy, vintage pair of black waders (with red trim) came out and Lee willingly stepped inside them. Their smell was strong and they had faded white streaks splashed over and across them. Lee correctly recognised it as lube: these had to have been worn by another top in another session. The thought of all the men that had gone before turned him on and his dick was hard but painfully constrained by the cod-piece. However, it was the thick, forearm length, industrial rubber gloves that almost tipped him over the edge completely. Each one slid over his hands and strong wrists, making him feel outrageously good. Removed from the world but totally connected.
"Now you can look in the mirror" winked Kris.
Lee was eager, he wanted to see what he looked like so bad. Was it really as hot as he thought? There was one thing he had to do first though. It was totally impulsive but he reached up to passionately kiss Kris, both in lust but also in thanks for gearing him up so well.
Fuck! What he saw in the mirror astounded him. The thick, black rubber hugged his muscular frame whilst the gloves made his hands look huge. The nasty waders made him stand taller. In the high-shine there was a certain perfection, but there was also rawness. Fear, darkness and hunger.
Kris walked over to join him in the reflection. The red and white singlet contrasted perfectly against the dark intensity of the full black coverage. The contrast was extreme, not least the cut-out around Kris's butt showing his hairy arse. One man to fist - to take and pillage and plunder - and one to be fisted.
"I want your pussy. Get in the sling, now" demanded Lee.
Next: things gets taken to a hole new level...
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