Mild to Wild, part 4
My impromptu get-together of Matt's daddy tops was Monday evening, and we still had the whole week to kill before the party that Eric and Paul were planning. We didn't cum, because I wanted us to be horny. I can tell you that that wasn't easy.
Tuesday and Wednesday dragged by, and my days at work were filled with me daydreaming about Paul's crazy-hard curved dick plowing me again. In the evening, I'd tease Matt about how loose he was going to be when Eric got to him again. He always blushed and changed the subject, but he'd get hard and I had to keep pushing his hands away from his dick when we were in bed. I let him suck on my nuts a few times, but I couldn't let that go on too long for fear that I'd cum myself.
I traded a couple of messages with Eric, letting him know that we were looking forward to seeing them. I told him what I'd done for (or to) Matt, and he had me send him the video and pictures that I took. He dropped a few hints about his plans for my husband that got my heart pounding, but I deliberately didn't mention anything about that to Matt.
My work schedule was earlier than Matt's and I'd just made it home from the gym on Thursday when my phone rang. I was surprised to hear Barry's voice. "Hey boy," he said. "What have you been up to?"
"Not much. Just got home. How's it going?"
"I just left work and I'm horny. Your place is on my way home—I thought I'd stop by and squeeze out a load if you're up for it."
I have to admit, it took me by surprise. I knew he liked me, or at least liked my ass, but I never expected him to take the initiative like that. I couldn't think of anything to say for a moment and he took my silence for reluctance. "Come on, man. I know you like taking it. Do this for me."
I was horny, and I still had a couple more days to make it through before the party. I couldn't see why I shouldn't add to the ass work-out I'd done at the gym. "Sure. Come on by." I texted Matt a quick note. I wanted to know if he got fucked, so I figured I should lead by example.
Barry must have already been close when he called me, because he was at our door 10 minutes later. I didn't know what he did for a living, but he looked pretty good in slacks and a dress shirt. I was still in my workout clothes and he grinned when he saw me in shorts and a tight athletic shirt. "Fuck. Easy access—I like that!" He kicked the door closed and mashed my lips with a long, hard kiss while his big hands slid down the back of my shorts and started kneading my ass cheeks. "God, I'm so ready to have this again."
He spun me around and shoved me into the living room. "I want to do something different today. You have a laptop or something? I want to watch some porn." I linked it to our high-def TV and handed him the keyboard. It only took him a few minutes of clicking to find something to his taste, and our living room was filled with the sounds of a hairy older daddy pounding a smooth young bubble butt.
"Nice." He sat down on our couch and pointed to the floor in front of him. "Drop your shorts and get your ass in the air. I want to look at your pretty butt while I warm up."
I kicked my shorts off and got down, facing away from him with my ass up in the air. Behind me, Barry was muttering his appreciation of either my ass or the one that was getting plugged on the screen. I really couldn't tell which. His pants dropped to the floor beside me. It seemed like forever before he finally slid down off the couch and got behind me and grabbed my hips.
"It's not about you this time," he said. "You understand? I want to watch this vid, and your ass is nothing but a sex toy for me." He grabbed a pillow off the couch and shoved it under my belly. "That looks about right." He spit, and a warm glob landed right on my pucker. His fat cock head smeared it around and then he pulled my hips slowly backward, gradually impaling me on his rod. I moaned loudly as he pushed into me, but he smacked my ass. "Stop it. I can't hear the video. You're not here, remember? I'm just hanging in your living room, watching some porn and working my dick. This—"he smacked my ass again "—is nothing but a fleshjack for me to use."
I got the message, and it was perfect. I was so horny after getting fucked and then not cumming all week, that I'm sure I'd have blown my load if he'd given me another serious fuck. I became nothing but a warm, wet chute for him. My only job was to keep myself balanced so that his little nudges on my hips would shift my weight, sliding my ass up and down his thick uncut cock (and not make any noise... that wasn't easy).
He watched the scenes he liked, and fast-forwarded or jumped between videos. I don't think he ever moved his own hips. Sometimes he'd pump my hips up and down fast, and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from panting and moaning. Sometimes he slid me back and forth slowly and my eyes rolled back in my head when I could feel his veins and the rim of his thick head drag across my prostate. Either way, my own dick was drooling pre-cum out onto the carpet. When he was breathing hard, he'd stop and just let his cock sit there, filling up my ass while he tapped messages into his phone or balanced my laptop on my back and played with it.
I loved the way it made me feel so used. There was no pretense that my own pleasure mattered at all. I really was nothing but a high-end sex toy for him to use while he played with my laptop and watched porn on my TV.
He kept it up for about 45 minutes, entertaining himself with my "equipment." He'd been keeping me still, relaxing his cock inside me for a few minutes when my laptop chimed. I heard him tap something and a voice I didn't recognize spoke. "Hey man, what's up?"
Barry chuckled. "You didn't want to believe me, so I thought I'd let you see for yourself. Check this out." I heard him shifting the laptop around on the coffee table beside us, and he grabbed both my hips and started pumping my ass on is cock with long, forceful strokes.
"Oh, good god." I could almost hear whoever it was rolling his eyes. "I don't need to see that."
"You don't need to see it because you remember it just fine, don't you? He's a fine piece of ass, and he's pretty damn good at doing what he's told. I know someone else who used to be like that."
The stranger laughed comfortably. "Yeah, yeah. Ok, I admit it. You've still got plenty of mojo—for a worn-out old man. Why don't you call me when you're not balls-deep in your boy and we can catch up?"
"You sure you don't want to watch for old time's sake?"
"I'm good, thanks. Rick's here... you want me to ask him?"
"Fuck yeah. Go get him." The laptop went silent. Barry didn't bother to explain anything while his friend was gone.
A couple of minutes later, someone else spoke. From the tone, I guessed it was a younger man than the first guy. "Hey Barry. Dad said—Oh! Hey! Looks like someone's having some fun."
Barry slapped my ass-cheek lightly. "I've got a nice new piece to use and I wanted to show it off. What do you think?" He rocked me back and forth, long-dicking my ass.
"Fuckin' hot. Makes me want to come to Atlanta for a visit."
"Why? You want to use this piece? Or are you jealous `cause somebody else's ass is wrapped around my dick?"
"A little of both. Man, that looks good."
He started pumping me faster and I heard the strain creeping into his voice. "I'm gettin' close. You want me to cum in this ass, or spray it where you can see?"
"Cum in it, man. It's not like you're the one who has to take care of the mess."
"That's the right answer. Fuck!" He yanked me back against him, bouncing my cheeks against his hairy pelvis over and over again until suddenly he locked me down against him. His dick was pulsing and throbbing inside me while he shook. It was all I could do not to cum myself.
He held me there until he stopped shaking and then slipped out of me with a wet plop. "Fuck, man, that's nice," he groaned. He wiped his cock in a wide circle across my cheeks, using my ass as a rag to clean the spunk off of himself. He pulled the laptop over. "Check this out, Rick. You can see my cum just seeping out through these ass-lips." He put his thick finger up against my hole and nudged the leak back in, but I felt a warm stream run down my taint and across my balls when he pulled his finger out. It dripped down into the carpet, making another wet spot next to my pre-cum.
He climbed back up on the couch but I stayed where I was while he chatted with his friend for a few more minutes on my laptop. Finally they said their goodbyes and he shut off the porn. "Come here, Josh," he said.
I turned around with a stiff groan. Barry was stretched out on our couch with one leg on the floor. His dick was still kind of plump, but hung down across his balls oozing a little fluid down onto the leather. "Get your mouth on here. I don't want to spot my pants."
I took him in my mouth and sucked him gently for a long time, breaking away occasionally to gently lick his nuts and the insides of this thighs. When he was satisfied, he patted the side of my face and pulled me up for a long hard kiss. "You're good at everything, you know that? There's a lot of needy bottoms out there that want it to be all about them all the time, but you know when to shut up and give a man what he needs."
That made me feel really good, but I tried to be cool about it. I'm sure my stiff, drooling dick made it pretty clear how I felt. He ruffled my hair and pushed me off to grab his pants. "I get off work about that time a few days a week. I'll call you when I need drop by. What time does your sissy husband get home?"
"He'll be at least another hour. We signed him up with a personal trainer at the gym."
Barry raised his eyebrows. "Nice. Well I'll have to come by over the weekend and see how he's coming along. I don't want him to think I've forgot about him."
He took off and I spent a while cleaning the carpet and the couch before I jumped in the shower. Matt made it home just as I came out, his workout shorts and t-shirt soaked in sweat. He looked around questioningly. "He's gone," I said, and saw a mix of relief and disappointment cross his face.
He licked his lips. "Did you have fun?"
"Oh, yeah. It was great." I described the whole scene for him, trying to make sure he knew how strange and hot it was. "He asked about you too. He definitely wants to see you again." I knew that would make him feel good.
He blushed. "Can... can I see?"
"See what? See my ass?"
He nodded his blush intensified. It was so adorable that I had to kiss him. Then I yanked off the sweat- pants that I'd just put on, dropped down on the couch and lifted my legs in the air.
He got down on his knees, pinned my knees back and took a long, deep sniff of my ass. His mustache ticked the lips of hole where Barry's cum had been leaking.
"I already showered." That was the first time I ever said those words as an apology.
"It's nice and red. It's a little open too. I can tell he was in you." He ran his tongue across and my dick started climbing again. He started darting it into my tender opening and I moaned. He dug it all the way into my wet tunnel and my eyes rolled back in my head. He raised up for a breath. "I can taste it. Do you still have his load up in you?"
It took me a second to catch my own breath. "Hell yeah. I feel like I'm losing something when it comes out."
He dug his tongue back in and ate me out as deeply as he could. I knew what he wanted and for my husband's sake I pushed with my guts and tried to squeeze Barry's cum down to him. Based on his enthusiastic reaction, it worked.
After he got everything he could, I pulled his pants down and we stretched out on the couch for a snuggle. I lay behind him and wrapped my arms around him and slowly pressed my dick up into him. It was beautifully hot and soft, but even as horny as I was, and as amazing as his ass is, I knew there was no danger of accidentally cumming. My cum has to get fucked out of me nowadays. This was about us being close.
We dozed, and my dick stayed planted in his ass for a long time before it slowly softened and slipped out. He murmured his disappointment, but it just made me laugh and nip his ear. "Only another couple days to the party. I think you'll get everything you want when Eric gets his hands on you."
He turned over and we lay nose to nose. His eyes blue-hazel eyes have always been adorable, but right then they were soft with worry. He bit his lip. "Do you think I'm a sissy?" he whispered.
That question took me a little by surprise and I had to think before I answered. This was important. Finally I squeezed his firm bicep lightly. "I'll tell you exactly what I think, but I want you to tell me something first. And be honest. Do you think you're a sissy?"
He looked down and I could see his shame. "Sometimes," he whispered again.
"Then here's what I think. I'm not real sure what it means to be a sissy, but if you feel like a sissy sometimes, then you're only a sissy sometimes. And I think it's pretty damn amazing. You can let go and let another man take you places that I could never go to. If you really wanted to, you could take any man that's ever been inside you—including me—and fuck him up. And I'm not talking about sex. But you don't. You let guys do whatever they want to do with you for their own satisfaction. Most guys would be terrified to do that, but you can actually handle it and enjoy it with them." I kissed him lightly. "You're the strongest man I know, even when you're being a sissy."
He kissed be back, hard, and his eyes were bright. "Thanks, Hon."
We made out for a long time after that. When we came up for air again, I was feeling mischievous. "Are you looking forward to seeing Eric?"
His cheeks turned red—so, so cute!—and he glanced away when he nodded.
He blushed even harder. "Yes."
"He likes you a lot too. He told me he can't wait to see you again. You two are perfect for each other."
"Are you sure you're OK with that?"
"You really want to know what I think?" I couldn't help but grin when he nodded hesitantly. "Matt, I think Eric is gonna turn you into his personal fuck-toy, because that's the kind of guy he is. And you're gonna go as far as he wants to take you and you're gonna love every second of it because that's the kind of guy you are. He's gonna own your ass."
His eyes were wide and he was breathing hard.
"And he's probably gonna hurt you some, but I don't think we have to worry about him hurting you here." I laid my hand on his heart. "Because if he ever hurts the part of you that I own, I'm gonna be there to kick his ass."