Plug
by DDL ----------------------------------------------------------------
My lover, Gary, is an ass-man, and it's my ass he's crazy about. When we first got together, Gary told me two things. One, my ass should always be clean, and two, it should always be open and ready for his cock. Keeping it clean was easy, sitting on the stick a couple times a day took care of that, but keeping it open was a problem. Gary thought about it, then bought me a butt- plug, and a mini-douche: a small syringe, sort of like a squeeze catsup bottle. "Put this in before you leave the house in the morning," he said, holding up the plug, "and only take it out to shit. And then douche. Understand!" I nodded.
The first day I wore the plug was a trip. Gary greased me up after my morning shower, and slid the fuckin thing in. The tapering cone hurt like hell going in, stretching my ass to the max, but I took it, spreading open around it's thickness. The stem, the part that keeps it in place was easy. I just cinched up around it, pushing it deep into my gut. "Now, remember," Gary said before leaving for work, "Only take it out to shit." I nodded again. (I nodded a lot when I was with Gary.)
Gary works construction, he's a hump and a half, dark and swarthy with a dick of death, and I'm still in school, attending Northeastern. The train ride to the campus nearly got me off, the constant click-clack of the train on the tracks, making my gut quiver around the plug in my ass. Gary's words rang in my head as I stepped off the train, "Only take it out to shit."
The first couple of days everything was fine. I'd got used to the plug without too much discomfort. On the third day, during my second period class, my stomach started to rumble. It was so loud that Joey Thomas, my nearest neighbor looked over, and smiled. The pain was intense. If I didn't get to the head now, butt plug or no butt plug, I was going to explode.
I thanked god when the bell rang, signalling the end of the period. I dashed, like a madman, out of the room, flew down the corridor, shoved open the john door, praying that there was an empty stall--there was--and locked myself inside. I squatted, and pushed the plug out, then sat on the hopper. Amid a flurry of farts, and sighs, but no shit, I noticed the glory hole. It was hugh, about the size of my head, and there was movement on the other side.
I blushed, thinking what an eyeful that guy must have gotten, then did a quick douche, and flushed. I pulled a jar of lube from my knap-sack, and re-greased my hole, preparing it for the plug.
A handsome, blond face suddenly appeared in the opening. "Hey, man. Let me help. Let me slide it in for you," he said moving back from the hole. I looked through the glory hole, god, was he gorgeous; about my age, with nine thick, solid inches of hard cock sticking up from between his legs.
I figured, what the fuck, he sat through the whole performance, he might as well help ring down the curtain. "Yeah, if you want. You can slide this baby back in for me," I said, holding up the obscenely pink plug. He reached through the hole, and grabbed it by its base. I put a foot up on the hopper, turning my backside to the hole. He pressed the tip of it against my ass, and pushed. My ass, now used to the daily invasion, opened, and swallowed it, forcing little moans of pain-pleasure from my lips. "Holy shit," he groaned, "I've never seen an ass open up like that before." He toyed with me, fucking me with the plug, before finally shoving it in all the way. "Meet me outside," he said.
When I came out of the stall, he was by the sinks, washing his hands. "That was wild," he said, "You wear that all the time?" I told him the whole story, about Gary, and why he got it for me. "Drop your pants again. I want to take another look." I did, he pushed on the plug, punching on the base, fucking it in deeper. "Meet me here tomorrow? Same time. I want to help put it back in again, okay?" I took another look at him, and agreed, saying, "But that's all. You can only help me put it in." "Scout's honor," he said holding two crossed fingers up in a mock scout's salute.
That night, while Gary rode my ass like a cowboy rides a bronco, I thought about my helpful blond. I wanted him to do more than just a little help with my latex pal, I wanted him to do what Gary was doing to me, knocking the wind out of me with his cock.
The next day, the blond was by the sinks when I came in. "Look," he said, "I run the audio-visual department. Why don't we go up to there? It will be safer." I reminded him that all he could do was help, but deep down I hoped he try more, much more.
Upstairs after closing, and locking the storage room door behind us, he said, "Now, let's see that wild, little ass, baby." I kicked off my sneakers, and stepped out of my jeans, leaving my T-shirt on. He bent me over the desk, and slowly pulled the plug out. I felt my asshole distending with it as he pulled it from my gut. My hole stayed open for a second after he had it out, and then clenched closed. I heard a zipper open, I knew what was next, but I didn't stop him.
Gary should have figured something like this was gonna happen, with me in school and all. Someone was bound to notice what I had tucked up my ass.
"Okay, baby. I'm gonna slide it back in. Ready?" I grunted in response, knowing it wasn't the plug he was going to slide up my ass. "Yeah," I groaned, reaching back, and spreading the cheeks of my ass, to make his entry easier. He pressed the spongy head of his cock against the bulls-eye of my asshole, I glanced back, watching him he mount me, watching him push his cock into my hungry hole. "Ahhhh," he groaned, thrusting into me hard, fast, and deep.
His cock, throbbed inside me, draining me of my will, yet filling me with desire. I stretched across the desk, and let him take me. The tight friction of flesh against flesh thrilled me as he injected me with inch after stiff, thick inch of his cock. I was panting, having trouble catching my breath. "Oh, babe," he crooned, "What a fuckin ass you've got. Oh, so tight, so hot. You like my cock up there, babe?" "Yes," I hissed, "Fuck me, stud."
He set a slow, steady pace, plying me with his nine inch monster. God, I loved it. His skin was wet against mine, the little room was sweltering, both of us were covered in a film of perspiration. In and out, side to side, up and down he went, fucking me anyway he wanted, knowing that I was only to happy to have him on me, and in me. We were one person as long as his thick prong assaulted my ass. I loved it, it made me feel good and bad at the same time.
I don't really know, how long we went at it. Time doesn't matter when you're getting laid. Fucking is the only thing on your mind. He pumped me like he was looking for oil, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. I was an oil field, and his cock was a derrick, drilling, drilling, always drilling. The pace quickened, his cock sawing in and out of me at a frantic rate.
Suddenly, in one electric drive, he pumped deep, deeper than he had before, and froze, his whole body taut, and shaking. "Oh god," he groaned, "Oh, babe. I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna blow. Oh take it baby, take my hot, juicy cum-load." I felt his cock nearly double in size, expanding, pulsing, throbbing inside me. Then, wham, the first blast hit me. He held me tightly from behind as he dumped his seed into my gut. I wasn't far behind him, dropping my frothy load on the desk top.
That was the first of many such encounters the blond and I had. Five days a week, we'd meet, fuck our brains out, then part until the next time. Gary never knew, never even suspected; every night when he rode my ass, he'd put his lips by my ear and whisper, "Yeah, baby. Love your wide-open ass. Glad I got you the plug?" And I'd honestly answer, "Yes!"