By this stage he had already cum inside me. I hadn't yet, and wasn't sure when that would happen.
After cumming, he sometimes still wants to play with me. I'm always his completely, but some days he shows it more than others. By this point I was in one of my favourite positions: with the top of my back on the ground, with my back against the side of the bed, with my ass and legs in the air. He was sitting on the bed with my slim twink body between his legs.
He's not buff but he's manly, with thick legs and arms and big hands. Hairy, except for his back. A man belly. His dick isn't huge, but a lot bigger than mine, but that's not difficult as I have quite a small dick, 13cm hard. His balls are big, a mouth full when I have the entire sack in my mouth.
I like to be in this position because as he fucks me with different dildos, as he's doing now, my ass gapes the most. As he pushes a long dildo all the way in and then all the way out, he can see my full gape staring at him, asking him to continue to fuck me, showing him the faggot I am, showing him that unless he's inside me, I'm incomplete.
Him - what do you like the most when I fuck you like this?
Me - the sounds that my ass makes, as the dildo goes in and out. Not farts, just air being forced into my open hole. The noises of air going in and out make me fill filthier, more of a fag.
Him - who's my faggot boy?
Me - I am.
He likes fucking me like this. He likes looking at my empty cunt as he withdraws the dildo from inside me. Looking at my damaged hole, open, red, sore from fucking. He takes photos of me like this, documenting his property. He gapes me as much as possible and then spits in my hole, most often just saliva, but if I'm really lucky, thick gobs of snot from the back of his throat. I'm always hard when I'm in his hands, but I get especially aroused when I get to experience his fluids inside me.
Him - what do you say?
Me - thank you for making me yours.
Him - I love you more when I'm inside you. In what ways do you like me to be inside you?
Me - in every way.
Him - when I look at you like this, with your legs in the air, your ass open facing me, and I see how fragile and vulnerable and willing you look, I truly fill you belong to me. When I spread your cunt apart with both my hands and you moan in response it makes me so happy. Your degradation at my hands makes me fill like myself. Truly myself.
Me - I'm only complete when you are in me. The rest of the time I wait. Only in these moments is my life, myself, true.
Him - in what ways do you like me to be inside you?
Me - in every way.
It was at this stage that he moved and positioned himself so that he was no longer sitting on the bed, but instead looked like he was sitting on my ass. He wasn't truly sitting on my body, the weight would have been too much, but he was holding his bare body, in a sort of sitting position just above mine, so that his masculine body, that always overpowered my body, had our asses perfectly aligned. My gaping asshole facing his, hairy and tight.
With his eyes looking straight into mine I heard a small fart. No particular odour, or noise, but just enough that I could feel the air coming from his ass and touching my loose hole. This was new for us both. He had never done this before.
I could see in his face the pushing effort and not long after he first farted, I could just see between our two bodies, his ass letting through his shit. He had never been shy about our bodily functions. He likes to see mine so that I'm exposed and totally naked before him, so that my body can hold no secrets from him. And he likes me to look at him pissing and shitting so that I grow to appreciate everything about his body, the shape, the form, the smells, and the tastes.
He continued to push, and as the log passed through him, it now started to enter me. I could feel it's wet warmth on my hole. It had started to slide inside me.
Me - thank you
I was so hard. At any touch my dick would have exploded its fag cum.
I was so gaped after hours of fucking that my cunt posed to restrictions. Yet I could still feel the girth of his turd as it passed from his body into mine. After a minute or so, it had left his body and was now, solely in mine, with its end sticking out.
Him - stays there, don't move.
He got up and walked away to return with some toilet paper. With one hand he spread his cheeks and with the other wiped himself clean. With the toilet paper folded, he placed it on top of his shit, now my shit. And gently using the toilet paper, he pushed his turd deeper into me. All the way in, including the toilet paper.
Him - there you go. I'm in you. Stay there, don't move.
I was so hard.
He fetched so more paper and lovingly he now wiped my hole, kneeling next to my body, his bigger, more muscly, more beautiful body next to mine as he carefully cleaned me and when he had finished he folded the paper into a small piece and pressed it in, so that it too would now be inside me, like his toilet paper, and before that his thick long turd.
Him - we're almost done.
He grabbed my nighttime butt plug and gave it a good spread of lubricant. This is our usual ritual when he needs me to spend the night with my hole plugged. We might just be almost ready for bed, and he'll get up and get the plug and start lubricating it. When we first started seeing each other, and he first did this, I protested, I wasn't ready; I didn't want to sleep plugged. And then he said:
Him - I love you and that's the reason I need you to be plugged. If you love me you must give yourself to me. Loving is to give yourself up, not to surrender, but to offer yourself. I want your body as my gift.
He pushed the plug into me and I moaned with pleasure and fullness.
Him - good boy. Sit next to me.
I did.
Him - your body must accept mine. It must accept not just my hard cock, or my hands, but it must also accept what come from inside me. Do you understand?
Me - I do.
Him - you must accept my cum deep in your gut, or down your throat, on your face, hair or body. In your food or in your drinks. On your clothes. Your body must also accept my piss. Straight from my cock and down your throat, or while I'm inside your faggot cunt, or all over your body. You must take it directly or from a glass, from a bottle. Warm, cold or frozen. You must accept it. Do you understand?
Me - I do.
Him - and you must too take my shit. What my body does away with, yours must welcome. Can you feel me inside you now? Can you feel how full your gut is? I'm inside you. As you sit next to me and I hold your body and look into your eyes, I'm also inside you. Because you have welcomed me in. because you love me and because I love you.
Me - I love you.
Me - thank you.
Him - for how long will you keep me inside you?
Me - for as long as I can.
Him - good boy.
Him - I love you.
Me - I love you too sweetheart.
Him - you'll cum some other day.
Me - I love you so much.