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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Chapter 21: "The Test Drive"
I'm working on my grant proposal at my desk when I hear you come in; it's not hard with all the guys on Christmas break already--Gabe and Dave left this morning. I smile to myself as you walk upstairs, and head to the bathroom like I texted you to, and you spend the next half hour there. I can hear the clippers faintly through the door, and I imagine you cleaning up your pubes and getting your balls nice and smooth--I can already feel a twinge in my jeans at the thought. I haven't jacked off in a couple days now, waiting for some time alone with you to really go to town. Although it's probably worse for you: I've made you wait almost a week, and you've learned that being obedient pays off. All part of the game we play, but fuck if it isn't hot making a macho cop do what I want--even if you're just campus PD, it's the idea. That grant proposal isn't going to get finished tonight.
A few minutes later I look up when your frame fills the doorway. Holy shit you look hot: wavy black hair still slicked back from the shower, muscles bulging over your smooth frame, and wearing nothing but the leather wrist bands and white cotton jock I left in the bathroom. The jock would be a tight fit anyway for someone your size (not an accident), but with the chubby you've got going it's barely hanging on: the fabric is stretched taught enough for me to see the outline of your cut head, and even trimmed your black pubes are sticking out from the sides and tufting over the top. My jeans feel tight, and you give me a knowing grin as you watch me checking you out. You might do what I tell you, but you know how much it turns me on too, which is half the reason you play this game. I've got a surprise tonight though that I think'll give me an unbeatable advantage; if I'm right it'll become a permanent one soon enough and my grant proposal will write itself.
You clasp your hands behind your head and turn around slowly to give me an eyeful, making sure to flex with every move. "Is this okay sir?" you ask in a deep voice. Oh yeah it is--it's fucking fine. Looks like my training program is starting to pay off: you don't do the whole "sir" thing unless you're horny as fuck, and you're learning to associate my obedience training with some of the best orgasms you've ever had. You'll never be as submissive as Greg--he gets hard when I just say the word "handcuffs"-- but this is going to be a good night. Legs spread, you bend over to show me your hole and the dusting of dark fur around it. "Is this what you wanted?" Your little pucker quivers a bit (it's not as tight as it was before we met, that's for sure), and I can't resist giving myself a squeeze. I keep my voice neutral though, almost bored.
"It's fine. Get up on the bed on all fours." You jump to obey, settling into position; I'm sure you're ready for that finger or tongue you've been thinking about (you know it's too early for my dick). Time for the surprise.
I open my desk drawer and pull out a butt plug--one of the new models, with a flexible bulge at the end of the usual blunt cone. Jeannie and her design team really outdid themselves on this--barely six weeks since Halloween and they refined the prototype into something we can use in the field. I squeeze some of the new orange-ish gel James gave me and smear it generously over the plug's textured surface. As much as I think of myself as a stud, I have to admit that you seem more receptive to taking orders since I started using this on you a couple of weeks ago--and that was without the extra reinforcement we think the toy will provide. Hats off to the lab rats for that. You suck in your breath when the cold tip touches your sensitive hole and I pause. "Giving up already?" I put a sneer in my voice, but my brain is reminding me what it feels like to sink into that warm slick hole and I give myself another squeeze.
"No sir," you say, and I can hear the need under your deep voice. "Put it in me. Sir." So I do, slowly but relentlessly. Slower than you'd like it seems, because you've started wiggling your hips a little as it goes in. Yeah, that hole's not as tight as it used to be: I can feel some resistance as the thickest part opens your sphincter up, but after hours of breeding you've learned how to relax into it, and I don't have to pause for you to adjust. Your head drops down and you give a muffled groan as it settles into place, and when I give it a final wiggle you let out a small "ah!" The white fabric of the jockstrap is straining to hold your junk in, and I can't resist lightly running my fingers over the damp material--even without the growing stain I'd have no trouble finding the ridge of your glans. I hear you take a deep breath through your nose, and then I slap your ass to remind you who's running the show.
"That's enough for now. Let's watch the game." I keep my voice level--it's too early for you to know how close I am to just burying my face in your ass. Although you can probably guess. You don't say anything though, just sit at one end of the couch. While your back is turned I take the chance to try out the new app that came with the toy. A quick tap on my Apple watch for the lowest setting, and I see a hitch in your step as your ass involuntarily clenches around the probe a little bit. You turn around to shoot me a suspicious look, but I just ignore it and go sit down like I didn't notice a thing. We start to watch the game--nothing to see here, just a couple of guys with their hard-ons leaking while they stare at the tube.
No question the plug (not to mention the lube) are having an effect though: we're barely halfway through the quarter (Washington up 7-0 already) and you're breathing heavier than normal, while you've started subconsciously rubbing your hands on your thighs. You might not be allowed to touch your dick yet, but you're sure thinking about it. By the time Cousins scores in the beginning of the second quarter you've begun shifting in your seat; I use the distraction of the score to tap my watch again, and I see you bite your lip as your cock flexes in its cotton pouch. "Is Cousin's tight ass getting you hot?" I ask.
You glance my way. "Yeah, you could say that." I raise an eyebrow in warning. "Sir."
"Better." I gave you a hard stare to remind you who's top dog. "Get us some beers , see if that'll cool you down some. We've got a long game to go." I jerk my head towards the minifridge.
You walk to it and spread your legs wide before bending over at the waist to reach down for some beers, and I've got a clear view of your plug-filled ass and shaved taint as you wiggle your hips. Fucking tease, I think, and as you start to stand up with the beers I try one of the other control options. Instantly you freeze, and I see your knees buckle a bit. One hand goes to the nearby chair to steady yourself. "Jesus," you exhale, "what the fuck are you doing?"
"You like that?" I ask.
"Aww...fuck yeah." You stand up and turn around, letting me see the stain spreading across your jock. You look down at it, your face flushed. "Look at me." Your cock is really straining now, fighting the soggy fabric's best attempt to contain it. You walk towards me until you're right in front of me. "I'm so fucking hard. Please sir, won't you suck my cock?" You climb up on the couch, knees straddling me and now your jock is almost in my face. It smells so good, and I can feel my own cock dribble at the thought of taking it in my mouth. I look up and meet your gaze, filled with triumphant lust. Just like I thought: you're horny all right, but you still think you're running the show. Time for you to remind you who's in charge.
I lean in slightly, lips almost touching the cotton pouch. "You need your dick sucked don't you?"
"Yessss," you sigh, and flex your hips a little bit so you're just touching my mouth; the smell of fresh precum is intense.
I look up and smile. "Too bad. Now give me my beer and sit down. We've got a game to watch."
Your eyes flash with frustration. "Goddamnit," you mutter. You back off, but as you do you grab your crotch and give yourself a good squeeze, letting out a low "unh" as the grip makes your dick flex.
"Hands off," I snap, and you let go automatically. Good--a few weeks ago you would've done it, but not without one last squeeze. You open your mouth to say something, but before you do I grab your jaw and turn your face to me. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?" Your eyes widen and your face flushes slightly. You shake your head no, silently. "That's right, I didn't. And you want to come tonight, don't you?" You nod, unable to break my gaze. Your pupils are slightly dilated--a sign the gel is working. Good. "With my cock up your ass?" You wet your lips and nod. "Yeah, that's right." I slide my thumb in your mouth and your lips close around it; I go rock hard as your tongue swirls over the tip. "Yeah...." Fuck, I can't take any more; I pull my digit out. "Be a good boy and you'll get what you want." I can't resist a smirk. "Eventually."
I turn back to the game in time to see Chicago score a touchdown just before the quarter ends, and then it's halftime. We sip our beers, not talking as we watch the show, or at least pretend to. I'm not trying to hide the lump in my jeans, or the wet spot in the middle, and I can sense your gaze flicking to it every minute or so as you shift on the couch. The dildo is on a low setting--nothing like the goose I gave you a few minutes ago--but it's enough to keep you shifting on the couch and your breathing heavy as a flush creeps into your chest and shoulders. When I send you to get another beer from the minifridge I can see you trembling; you can't resist running one hand over your torso as you stand up.
When you turn around you see I've moved to sit on the arm of the sofa; it's not as comfortable but it's near the window. You lick your lips as I undo my belt, and when I unbutton my fly you can't help making a small noise as you grope yourself.
I pause. "What did I tell you about touching yourself."
"Sorry." Your voice is ragged. "I'm just..." you suck in your breath "...so horny." You peel your hand off your wet jock, but I can see it's a struggle. You still need some lessons in self-control, but the last few weeks have taught you how hot it can be to submit. Now it's time to push those boundaries a bit further: I could probably get you to do it eventually anyway, but this new gel seems to be great at removing inhibitions. Time to put it to the test.
"Come here." You stand in front of me, too needy to play games anymore. I've won and you know it. I take a carabiner from the windowsill. "Turn around." You know what to do, and hold your wrists together behind your back without being told. I clip the loops in the wristbands together, then touch your hips to turn you back around. "You need to learn to control yourself," I say, and touch my watch again. Your knees buckle slightly and your eyes flicker. "No matter what."
"Yes sir," you nod. Your voice is hoarse.
"Well," I let my voice soften, "it's been a while for you, so I'll let it slide this time. On your knees." You clamber down, then look up at me hopefully once you're settled in. "You hungry for some cock?"
"Oh yeah..." you bite your lower lip briefly, then turn your gaze to my crotch. "So fucking hungry...."
"That's right you are." I run a couple of fingers over the front of my briefs. "You can't wait to start sucking on this can you?" You nod. "You're a little whore for dick aren't you?"
"Yeah..." your voice is thick with lust, and a little dazed sounding as well. "A little whore..." You lean in slightly.
"Do your friends know what you do? Do they know how many nights you're on your knees in front of me, taking my cum down your throat?"
You shake your head, but don't take your gaze from my fingers. My fly is wide open now, and the ridge of my glans is clearly outlined as they move over it. "No," you whisper.
"It's your dirty little secret isn't it? Gobbling down cock every chance you get?" I stop toying with myself for a second and make an adjustment on the watch again; not a goose this time, but ramping up the baseline stim level. You moan and pitch forward, head resting on my knee as you quiver. "That's what makes you so hot isn't it? A big boy like you down on your knees, letting me boss you around? You're a filthy slut and you love it. You love your secret life as a whore."
Your eyes are closed and you're breathing heavily as you worm your way towards my groin. "I wanna suck you so bad," you whisper. Your hips are rocking in response to what the dildo is doing to you.
"Because you're a whore who'll do anything for cock."
"Yes," you gulp, "yes sir." I can feel your breath on my crotch.
"Say it."
"I'm a whore." You turn your head up, meeting my eyes with a hungry gaze. "I'll do whatever you want for your cock. Sir."
"Yeah you will. Even right here where anyone could see you." I jerk my head to the left, and your eyes widen as you finally take in the setup. We're on the second floor, and the room lights are dim, but the house is also on a hill; the people walking by wouldn't have to look up very much to see in my window. The shade is low enough that no one can see my face, but it wouldn't be that hard for someone to realize what was going on if they took the time to look. I feel a fresh trickle of precum ooze out at the thought of it.
"I..." you start to say something, then stop. You look at the window for another few seconds, then back up at me; you know I'm not going to cut you any slack, and you close your mouth.
I tangle my right hand in your thick black hair and draw you into my crotch; I hear you take a deep breath. "Yeah, that's it Johnny, put on a show for them. Get your face in there and show them how much you like chewing on my nuts." There's no one out there, but you can't see that as I push your face into my briefs. Your warm lips and tongue begin working over my balls through the damp fabric, and I stifle a long grunt--you know just how I like it. "Yeah, suck 'em," I tell you, and lean back on my other arm so you can burrow in there. "Mmm..." I lick my lips and feel my breath getting deeper as your warm saliva soaks through the fabric. You move your mouth and tongue more vigorously as you catch a taste of that precum, following the trail up from my nut sack to the source where you wrap your lips around my swollen helmet head; we both groan as you take it in. You whimper when a fresh glob of juice soaks through the fabric to your tongue, and look up at me with your eyes full of need.
"Let me suck it," you whisper, and I can't resist that look or that hoarse voice. I let go of your hair and fish my hard-on out, angling it down until you can leap on it.
I let out an "Ufff!" as you take me in. Your warm mouth and tongue...God have you learned how to give good head! No gag reflex at all as your nose grinds into my short hairs, and then it's all warm wet suction as you lift back up to swirl your tongue around the tip, tilting your head one way and then the other to work me over from every angle before you start sliding back down again and I groan in appreciation. "Fuck!" I gasp, "Suck me! Show them all what a good cocksucker you are...fuck!" You barely glance at the window before my hand is back on your head, pulling you down onto me. I only half-hear the hungry gulping noises you make as you bob up and down: I'm thinking about how good your tongue feels swirling over the underside of my cock and around the head, and the friction of you warm wet lips moving up and down the shaft. The extra suction when I bottom out in the back of your throat is a bonus, and I can't help groaning as you pull another droplet of precum out of me. I feel like I've got a vacuum cleaner on my shaft, and I start to tremble as the pleasure spreads from my cock, to my balls, and then outward to the rest of my body. I need to fuck, but there's no time for that now: the sight of your back muscles flexing as you bob up and down, and the feelings in my dick, blow away the last of my restraint. All I want to do is come while you service me.
I stagger upright next to the window and grip your head in my hands while you struggle to keep your balance. Once you settle onto your heels I start thrusting in earnest, face fucking you faster and faster. I see you trying to sneak a finger into your ass crack, but with your wrists held together you can't do more than tease the top of the cleft. I've gotta admire your enthusiasm though, and I let go of your hair with one hand long enough to tap my Apple watch. Your whole body quivers as the butt plug ramps up its stimulation and your suction becomes frantic. The needy grunts you make each time your nose presses into my pubes are driving me nuts, and all I can think about is filling your mouth with my spunk. I wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft, and the other fingers around my balls, and squeeze 'em just the way I like. The pleasure explodes up from my balls and makes my back arch as my cockhead swells with pleasure and starts spitting into your mouth. "Oh fuuuck yeah!!..." I groan, and fill you up with every drop I've got. You make a muffled mewling noise and suck it all down like a champ, your wet slurping noises louder than the TV. Part of me still can't believe I've got a smoking hot, musclebound cop like you kneeling at my feet and taking my load like this; it makes my orgasm all the better.
When I finally finish, and I can't take any more of your mouth on my sensitive cock, I pull out with a soft "pop;" you haven't spilled a drop. We grin at each other, both panting as we catch our breath and the smell of fresh jizz fills the room. I push my semihard back into my pants and zip up, then help you to your feet. That's when I notice the stain on your jock, along with the single jet that escaped to stripe your smooth belly. I give the wet fabric a squeeze and your eyes flutter briefly. "You liked that?" It's only half a question.
"Yeah," you pant, "that was...something else." A look flickers across your face, half discomfort, half lust.
"You ever blow your load hands-free like that?" Mentally I'm taking notes for my report later.
"No." You shake your head as you think about it. "Never."
I step closer and cup your package; when I squeeze gently your eyes flutter even though you've just come. "Why not?" I ask softly. "What got you so hot this time?" I move in until I can feel the heat from your body. Already you've stopped going down; you feel warm, wet, and full against my hand.
"I...I dunno," you whisper. Almost subconsciously you've started to press your hips into my hand, every so slightly. I can feel my own underwear already getting tight again. Those little white pills man, you gotta love 'em.
"Yes you do know." I lick your neck and you turn into it, shivering. "I make you do the things you want." I nip the tender flesh on the side. "You're a whore for cock, and my fatty gets you off." I nip again, harder, and you whimper as your hips rock against my palm. "Admit it. You can't wait for me to do something nasty to you."
"Aahnnh..." you whine, "yeah...."
I move my hand away to wrap around your waist, pulling our crotches together, lump against lump. "Big strong jock like you," I whisper in your ear, "so hungry for a cock up his ass...." I start hunching against you. Fuck, I've just come and I'm ready to bury myself balls-deep in your hole already. "And you're all tied up, helpless--" Okay, you could get out of those carabiners pretty quick if you really wanted to, but... "I can do anything I want to your little hole, and all you can do is beg for more until you come, isn't that right?"
"Oh please," you whimper, "don't...."
"Don't what?" I whisper, and lick your ear. As you shiver I slide my other hand down between your cheeks. When I find the base of the plug I begin tugging on it; it's buzzing slightly against my hand. "Don't leave this in you?" I begin to work it out.
"Nooo..." You arch your back as much as I'll allow, your hungry hole trying to follow the toy and keep it inside, but you can't stop it leaving you. "Don't," you say through gritted teeth. "don't leave me empty." You grunt in frustration as I slide it out and toss it on the couch, then suck in your breath as I replace it with two fingers.
"See?" I tug on your earlobe with my teeth. "I can keep your hole happy all kinds of ways." Your eyes slide shut as I stir my fingers around your lubed ass, loosening it further. "Any way I want, really..." I stretch the fingers apart to make room for a third, and your hands clench even as your ring opens wide, hungry.
Your head sags forward and I feel your warm breath panting on my shoulder. "More..." Your stubble grazes my neck and sends goosebumps down my back. "Mooore..." You start grinding against me, crotch-on-crotch friction that eases periodically as you push your ass back onto my fingers. The feel and smell of your warm taut body rubbing on me is more than I can take. I push you away, breathing hard, and leave you empty long enough to drop my pants and underwear. Your gaze is locked on my cock as it springs free, and you lick your lips.
"This is what you want, isn't it John?" I squeeze and it jumps up, red and full. "What a slut like you needs?"
"Fuck yeah," you whisper. You raise your gaze to mine. "Breed my fuckin' hole sir."
"Damn right I will," I say. I grab you shoulders and turn you sideways, then move in behind you. Before you can register what's happening, I've bent you over so your face is looking right out the window onto the street below. You open your mouth, but before you can say anything I'm sliding up your chute, into that hot slick grip I've been waiting for, and all that comes out is an "Aaaahhh!" as your guts welcome me. I grip your shoulders to steady you, and begin thrusting. Not too fast yet; I want to last a while this time.
"Uuunnhhhnnn...Derrick..." Your voice is thick. I know what you want to say, but the things I'm doing to your prostate are making it hard for you to think, and your number one priority is to keep clenching around me as I ride you. "Derrick...someone's--unh! Someone's gonna see! Ah God!" I just rammed into you good and hard for the first time, and it obviously pushed your button in the right way.
I slow down so I can lean over and talk in your ear without lifting you back up. "That's right, they might. See you bent over taking it up the ass, begging for more...knowing what a cock whore you are...how dirty you are...." I grind my bush into you as hard as I can, rolling my hips against your tight glutes, and you whimper. "How hot your little ass gets me..." I reach around you and pinch one nipple until you moan; it doesn't take much. "Show 'em," I tell you. "Show 'em how horny you make a hot top. Show 'em how you get me to breed your hole." I give your nipple a last pinch, then straighten up and start long-dicking you again.
"Oh fuuuck yeah!" you grunt, and begin pushing back with enthusiasm. "Fuck me deeper Derrick! Aaaah!!"
Holy shit did my pep talk work: you've clamped down on me like a vise, and I can feel my balls starting to churn as they slap against your jock pouch. I move my grip to your hips and start pounding you for real. "Take it you little slut," I pant, "oh God you are so--unh!--fuckin' tight!" I can't help groaning as your warm chute squeezes me like a tube of toothpaste. I plunge back in, eager for more. "Work that ass!"
Out the window I can see a group of guys come into view, probably heading to one of the frat houses down the street. They're busy laughing and talking to each other so none of them have looked up, but the thought of breeding this stud in front of them revs my engine up even more, and I start jackrabbiting into you, changing the angle around to stretch you every which way.
"Oh shit! You feel so fucking good Derrick! I love your fuckin' cock! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Your yelps are getting higher pitched as we both work into a frenzy, our flesh slapping together harder and harder.
"That's it bro--take it! Show those frat boys out there how much you love my meat!" I slam home hard enough to make you yelp, then hold balls-deep for a minute, barely moving so you have a chance to look out the window.
"Oh shit," you groan, maybe in embarrassment or maybe because my helmet ridge is rubbing back and forth over your prostate in little thrusts. "Oh shit...don't stop Derrick...shit...fuck...don't stop man." You push back against me, sphincter gripping my shaft and making me shudder. "I need it bad Derrick...make me come."
"Fuck yeah," I pick up speed again, working up a good sweat. The guys on the street are in almost the perfect spot to see us if they look up, but none of them has so far. My balls are churning good now, tightening up as I get close. Each time I slam into your ass I can feel a growing jolt of pleasure and I growl in anticipation. "Show 'em what you gets you off bro."
I pull your shoulders back so you're nearly upright, our bodies pressed together. You pull your ass cheeks apart, eager for me to finish breeding you, and I wrap one arm around your chest to pinch your nipple again. "Shoot it you little slut!" I slide my other hand into your sloppy jock and grip your sticky shaft tight. "Shoot your fuckin' wad for 'em!" I tug upwards once, then twice as I ram into your wide-open hole all the way, and you scream as you explode, white jets splattering against the window.
I'm barely aware of it though: your ass went into overdrive as you started coming, and now you've got me headed to the edge. "UNH!" I lift you up on your toes as I drive up into you; it feels so fucking good. All I can think about is how hot it is to have a built fucker like you with your Grade A ass wrapped around my dick, and how much I want to paint your guts. "Take it!" I shout, "Take my fuckin' load you slut!" and I give it to you. I'm barely aware of the noises you're still making as my orgasm blows through me; it feels like my entire groin is exploding. I can feel each jet as it blasts through my shaft, and I roar as I make you mine. Your ring clamps down as I pump deep into you, and I grunt in pleasure. "Take! My fucking! Cock!" I chant as I pound your glutes, and you do. Fuck yeah, you do. This is as hot as the first time when I took your cherry. Maybe hotter. Because now you're free to get away, and all you can do is push back against me while your spooge dribbles down my fingers and you cry out "deeper!" I ruthlessly tighten my grip on your shaft as I give one last thrust up to get the last of my nut; you whimper as I pound the remaining drops of cum out of both our dicks.
I shiver as I come back to my senses, and you bend over, panting. I can smell your jizz cooking on the radiator under the window. "Holy shit," you pant, over and over, and I agree. We're both shaking and covered in sweat despite the cool room. "Holy shit."
I undo the carabiner so you can brace your arms against the windowsill; the party boys are out of sight. But I stay inside you a while longer, enjoying the warm tightness of your ass around me as I continue to move slowly in and out. In another minute I'll be too sensitive and have to pull out, but for now I'm just enjoying the afterglow of some fantastic monkey sex. I slide my hands up your damp sides, feeling your lats flex instinctively. "You like that?" I ask. We both know the answer of course.
"Fuuuck," you breathe, "that was something else." Your hips push back lazily--you aren't ready for it to end either.
"Yeah," I agree, "you're one helluva sexy slut when you wanna be." I let go of your softening cock and start licking my hand clean--your juice always tastes so good.
"Jesus," you let out another long breath. "I guess I just kinda went with it. The more you said, the more I got into it. That was...man, that was fucking intense." You don't pull off me, but you do straighten up and lean into my torso.
I wrap my arms around you, smearing the last of the jizz over your tight abs and playing with your nips a little more. You squirm a little, probably without even realizing what you're doing. "If you're a good boy," I nuzzle your ear, "maybe we'll do that again." I nip the lobe and you grunt softly. "You want that--" nip "--slut?"
"Oh shit," you breath, and reach one arm back to pull my lips against you, "yeah."
"Mmmm...maybe I'll fuck you right up against the window next time, give those frat boys a real show." I pinch your nipple harder now. We're both too spent to do anything about it, but I've made my point.
"Maybe..." you sigh, "yeah...." There's a pause for a fminute as we both think about the possibilities. "Shit! I've gotta get to work!" You make a half-hearted attempt to pull away, and I back out to let you go.
"No worries," I say as I slap your ass lightly. "I know where to find you. You gonna be around for the rest of break?"
You're pulling the wrist cuffs off as you look around for your clothes. "Nah, I'll be gone from the 23rd to after New Year's--I'll be with my family and seeing some buds in Denver. You?" You start to pull down the gooey jock, but I put my hand on your wrist.
"Keep it. A little something to think about." I smirk and you let go. Your crotch will reek of cum all night, and every time you catch a whiff you'll remember what we did. "I'll be around," I answer.
You grab your clothes and start dressing, giving me a mildly curious look. "No family to visit nearby?"
"Nope." I leave it at that. Not a topic for discussion, thanks.
"Okay." I'll give you props: you know when not to push. "So--see ya in a couple days? Before I leave?" I know you're wondering how long I'll expect you to hold out. I'm sure this last week was torture for you, and two orgasms weren't enough to drain your balls all the way, no matter how hard you came.
"Oh yeah," I grin, "you'll be hearing from me. So save up." I swat you on the ass as you head out the door, then settle in to watch the rest of the game. Washington pulls it out with a field goal in the fourth quarter, but I'm too drained to care. It's been a good night.
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A week later I'm sitting in a booth in Dundee's, working on a pint of Guinness and waiting for you to show. The place is a popular spot for students which means it's nearly dead now, with only a few townies and grad students watching ESPN up by the bar. There's some Western music on along with the Broncos game: loud enough to cover any noise, but not so loud we won't be able to talk. More importantly, the bar is supposed to look like an Irish pub, which means it's got lots of dark high-walled cubbies like the one I'm in now. It makes it tough to see the bar, but tonight that's a selling point.
A few days ago I decided to take the new butt plug out for a spin myself, to see what it could do. It took some getting used to, since the last thing I had up my ass was Aaron's dick back in...what, May? A long time ago anyway. But once I got it in there (just the regular lube for me; the orange gel is for you and Big Dave) and started playing around...holy shit. The usual vibrator stuff feels nice on its own, but add in the shape-changing plastic and that electrical stim hitting the ol' joy button, and you've got a helluva orgasm coming your way. I sprayed everywhere--I even had to change my pillow cases. So now I've got that bad boy charged up and ready for your eager little ass--time to show you a few new things. I'm pretty sure you won't complain.
Half a beer later I see you walk in, looking around the bar as you stamp the snow off your boots. The third time I raise my pint glass in your direction you catch the motion and head over, pulling off your wool cap as you head into the bar's warmth. You do look fine: even a down parka can't hide the broad shoulders underneath, and I've had plenty of time to memorize all the other muscles on your frame. I can feel a stirring below the belt just thinking about it, and when you slide into the booth my dick twitches a little in anticipation.
"Hey," you say, "sorry I'm late. Overslept." You shed your coat and hat and slide in to my right so you can see the TV too while we drink.
"No worries, night shift sucks." You need to remember who's boss, but a sympathetic boss is easier to obey. I push a glass of lager your way. "Here ya go; still cold."
"Thanks." You take a big gulp, which means you're ready to party. Good.
"Long week dear?"
You grin/grimace. "Fuck yeah. You tell these shitheads the dorms are closing, why don't they just get the fuck out? But no, they've gotta party like they'll never get laid again, and we've gotta go deal with it." You swallow the rest of the beer in one long draw. "Jesus Christ, students are assholes."
I snort in agreement. "No shit." Oops: I'm one too I guess, technically. "Undergrads, anyway." I finish off my Anchor Steam porter. "Here, gotcha something." I slide a brown paper sack across the table. You open it, then freeze as you see what's inside.
"That's...." I can see the emotions move across your face: shock, denial, and then lust, before recovering your tough guy neutral cop face. "Here?..." It says something that you already realize what I want you to do, without even asking.
"There's some lube in the bag too. Why don't you go into the bathroom and put that where it belongs while I get us another round?" I give you a hard stare, demanding your compliance, and see you buckle. After my own experiment the other day I can't blame you.
"Shit," you breath, looking at the bag.
"Go ahead," I urge, and slide one hand up your thigh. "I know you want to. Slut." I give you a squeeze and your eyes widen a hair. I jerk my head across the way; the bathroom entrance is almost directly across from our booth. "It's one stall. You can lock the door, grease up, and have that little toy up your ass in under a minute. Then you can come back here and see what I'll do with it. Whadya say bro? You down to fuck or not?" I stare you down while you think over what might happen.
"Oh shit," you breath as you grab the bag. "Fuck." You shake your head, half-disbelieving you're doing this, and slide out the booth as you grab the bag.
"You want another one of those?" I shout as you leave.
"Sure thing," you say, and head to the men's room.
Our beers arrive a couple of minutes before you come back out--I've gotta remember to tip the waitress well--your face flushed and looking guilty as you dart back into our booth. You toss down half your beer as soon as you sit; it'll be interesting to see if the alcohol interacts with the gel like before....
"You all set?" I ask once you set down your beer.
"Yeah," you wipe your mouth, "I don't know why I...aaaunhhh..." Your eyelids flutter as I slide my finger over the Apple watch, triggering a low but variable level of stimulation. Just what you need to keep your interest up.
"Whassa matter John? Forgot what you were going to say?"
"Fuuuck...." your eyes are slits and your head has tilted back.
"Careful," I say, "anyone could look back here and see you getting off." I slide my hand up into your crotch to find your rod already on its way to meet me. "They could see what a slut you are..." My thumb works over your swelling head, easy to find under your jeans. "How much you love getting your ass worked over...." I change my grip to give you a squeeze. "How hungry you are for some cock...."
"Oh shit..." you breath, "yeah...."
You're definitely getting horned up faster than you used to. Let's see why.... "You want them to see, don't you? Show off what a slut you are? Right here?...."
Your gaze clears for a minute. "Not right here," you breathe.
"You sure?" I ramp up the stim a notch, and you twitch. "I think you do wanna get off right here. All these frat boys watching the game, but seeing you back here too, dying for some cock...." When I grab your crotch again you're hard as a rock (just like me), and your jeans are damp, I'm sure of it. I let go of you and sit back to swallow some beer. "Show 'em how horny you are: pull your dick out."
You look around nervously, which means you've already made up your mind. When I fiddle the controls for a short burst of stim you jump in your seat and grunt, shooting me a look that's half resentment, half desire. I'll bet you're leaking like crazy by now; I lick my lips thinking about it.... You catch my expression and down half your beer, and then your hands are under the table. A minute later you lean back, face flushed as you shake your head. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
I lean forward and slide my right hand up your thigh, then wrap it around your warm shaft. I was right: you are sticky. I flex my wrist to give your ridge a little circular rubbing, and you twitch in my grasp as fresh fluid coats my fingers. I smear them over your glans, tracing around the swollen ridge over and over as your grip whitens on the edge of the table. "Still can't believe it?" I ask. I start fisting your entire length, slowly.
You give a weak groan and your eyes slide shut. "Oh my God, this is so hot," you pant.
I'm about to say something when I see someone heading towards us: it's the waitress. I stop the blatant pumping and lean in casually, sipping my beer with my free hand, but my thumb is still rubbing over your piss slit. I nudge you with my elbow and clear my throat, and your eyes open in time for you to see what's happening and pull yourself together.
"You guys need another round?"
"Yeah, that'd be great," I tell her. "I'll have another Guinness." I look you in the eye, all innocence as my thumb circles your cock head. "How 'bout you? You want more?"
"Yeah," you choke out, "what, uhhh, what was it?"
"Warsteiner," I say, and look back at the waitress. "He'll have another Warsteiner."
"All right," she says brightly, coming up. "All on one tab?"
"Yeah, just put 'em on mine," I give a gracious grin. "He can pay me back later."
"Okay, will do." She turns around and heads back to the bar.
"Oh my God," you groan, "you've gotta stop. C'mon Derrick, we're gonna get busted...." Your hips are grinding back and forth in time to my stroking though, and you haven't softened up a bit. If anything, you're even harder.
"Don't be a pussy, she didn't notice a thing. Not even how much more you started leaking when she came over and took our order. Almost like you want me to do more to you." You look over at me and swallow, emotions warring on your face while I keep up the handy. Neither one of us says anything for a couple of minutes as I keep working on you, your breathing coming more ragged as I work you closer to the edge.
"Oh hey, here's our beers!" Your head snaps over to spot our waitress coming back, and it's a good thing the booth is dark or she'd probably have figured something was going on. But she's oblivious as she sets them down and heads out, telling us to wave her down if we need more; I promise I will.
"You held it together real good," I tell you approvingly, "I think you deserve a little reward. Would ya like that?"
"Oh Jesus Derrick, I don't know how much more I can take..." You suck in your breath with a sharp hiss as I start jacking you again, but a lot slower this time. "I'm gonna nut if you keep jerkin' me off like that."
"Right here in the bar? Next to all those jocks up there watching the game? You gonna put a little show on for 'em? That what you want me to do?" I give you a squeeze and your hips rock automatically--you are getting pretty close.
"If you want," you say hoarsely.
"Well don't worry, that wasn't what I had in mind for your reward." I let go of your cock and you slump back, a mix of frustration and relief on your face. "I was thinking more like this." And I ramp up the action in your ass a couple more notches.
You give a little yelp as the massage feature starts working over your engorged prostate, and you lean forward to rest your head against your tented hands; your ass is grinding into the seat in slow motion as you respond to the sensations coming from there.
"You like that?" I ask with a grin.
You keep your head down; I'm sure the sensations are making it hard for you to concentrate. Not to mention the lube should be hitting your bloodstream pretty hard by now. "That's some reward," you grunt.
"Oh that's not your reward," I say lazily. I lean back in the booth and spread my arms across the back, and you turn your head, a question on your face. "Your reward's right here." I give my crotch a good squeeze and can't resist flexing my own hips a little; my jeans are good and damp where I've been leaking the last half hour.
You look over. I can see the waves of pleasure cross your face, but the option to throw some wet dick into the mix has gotten your attention. "Oh yeah?" you ask, hopefully.
"Mmmhmm." I nod and unzip my fly, your gaze locked on it as I fish my hard-on out. It takes a little work to pull it free, but when I finally do your eyes widen slightly in anticipation, and I hear you make a rumble of appreciation. I lean back and pull my hand away to give you a better view. "It's all sticky, just how you like it." I make it jump, and a tiny bead of moisture appears at my piss slit. You reach for it but I grab your wrist before you make contact. "Nope. Your mouth."
"You're--here?" You look around, but of course no one is even trying to see into our booth. "We'll get caught!" Your gaze comes back to my dick though, and when I make it bounce again you bite your lower lip.
"The only one coming over here is that waitress. She does, I'll just tell her you dropped your wallet and you're down there looking for it. While your mouth is full of my dick." You grin nervously and shake your head, but your eyes are locked on my dick, and your hips haven't stopped grinding. I squeeze a droplet onto my thumb, then lean in close. "Come on slut, get down there." I slide my thumb into your mouth and watch your eyes slide shut as you take in the taste. I can't wait until you're down there tonguing my dick like that. "Show 'em what a cock-hungry whore you are...." I slide my thumb out and down, slowly, and you follow it instinctively as I lead you towards my crotch.
"Shiiit..." you say in a hoarse voice, and then you're sliding down under the table--you didn't even look around before you went under.
"That's it...good boy. Just think of all those jocks on the other side of the booth, just a few feet away, while you're on your knees for me...." Your breath is warm on my shaft, and your hand is warmer. "That's it, that's what you need--unnnhhh!" I'm glad the bar isn't too quiet, because the feel of your warm mouth taking me in with one smooth gulp is even hotter than I'd thought it'd be. You're not the only one who thinks it's hot to go down on me in front of the guys at the bar. Some of them I wouldn't mind testing out some of our new products on...
My thoughts are brought back to my dick pretty quickly as you start bobbing up and down. You're hungrier than you've ever been, and the suction is intense as your lips slide up and down my shaft. I can feel you pulling the precum out of me, and I push forward agains the table to give you better access. I can't help rolling my hips so I can fuck your face. "Yeah, suck it good," I growl, "take that cock." I sip on my beer, trying to look casual, but it doesn't matter: all eyes are on the game, watching Denver get demolished. "Mmmmph!" I groan, and try to set my beer down without spilling it. You've wrapped one hand around my shaft to milk me real good, while your mouth is slobbering over the head like a starving man. You've never been this hungry for my meat before, and that's saying a lot. No playing around for you this time: you want my cum, and you want it now. I can sense your body twitching, and when I slide one hand down to rub your head and shoulders I can feel the telltale motion that says you're beating off down there. I can faintly hear hungry gulping noises, and your breath is coming hot and fast into my crotch. When you let go of my shaft to give my balls a good squeeze, replacing it with your warm mouth all the way to the root, I know it's over. "Take it slut!" I grunt, "Coming!" And then my balls are boiling as you pull my jizz up from deep inside me. "Aaaahh!" I struggle not to buck as I pull your head all the way down, nose mashed into my fly and letting the back of your throat caress my head as I swell and burst, the jets filling your mouth as fast as you can swallow. I'm barely into it when I hear you groan and your whole body stiffens; a second later I feel something splat against the shin of my jeans. The thought of you down there on your knees blowing your load on that filthy floor sends me into a frenzy, and I buck hard as the next spurts leave me. You're too high on your own orgasm to keep swallowing, and I sense you choke as struggle to keep up. "Swallow my fuckin' load whore!" I order you between clenched teeth. "Swallow it!" You struggle to comply even as your body continues to shudder; you catch a lot of it, but I can feel a mix of saliva and spooge leaking out and dripping into my pubes. I'm panting heavily as I finally finish, and with a satisfied groan I lean back so I can look down. Your eyes are still closed in bliss as you finish yourself off with a couple more strokes, and then you look up. Our eyes meet and I give you a nod of approval. "Nice...." You start to pull off, but you don't let up on the suction and I shiver as you stimulate my hypersensitive head. "That's it, get it all. Get those last drops like a good little man whore." You grin and give my shaft a good squeeze, milking it for the last bit of juice, and then with a final swirl around the head you let me go. The air is cool on my wet dick as I stuff it back in my pants, and I can feel a wet trickle sliding along the crease of my balls. I sigh in satisfaction as I zip up and turn the butt plug back off, while you crawl back up from under the table.
Your lips are swollen from use, and there's a line of my spunk running down your chin; when you reach up to wipe it off I see your hand is wet with your own load. You look at it sudden realization and laugh, then shrug reach for a bar napkin. "Just a sec," I say. I grab your wrist and pull your hand close; after a quick glance around I run my mouth over the back of your hand and knuckles, slurping up the biggest globs of that fresh spunk I love. I linger over your index finger before I let it slide from my mouth, my gaze locked on yours to let you know the night isn't over yet. The expression on your face tells me you'll be up for some more action soon enough.
You finish cleaning yourself up, then let out a big sigh. "Holy shit," you shake your head in disbelief, then pound down half your pint. You shoot me a sideways look and cock a grin. "Holy shit."
I give you a cocky grin of my own. "Hot enough for you--slut?"
"Jesus...that was something. I mean, I kept thinking for sure someone would catch us, but that just made it hotter somehow, like, what if a bunch of guys caught me and you made me suck them off too..." Your voice trails off and I can see where your thoughts are going, but then you give your head a little shake. "And then that thing in my ass...fuck! That was as good as Halloween." You take another swallow of your beer.
"Yeah, you seemed to like the new model the other day."
"Yeah," you nod vigorously, "your buddies could sell those things for a mint. I'd never leave my house if I had one."
"Not even for the real thing?" I cock an eyebrow.
"Ha. Okay, yeah, it's not the same as a real cock. But it's pretty damn close dude." You eyeball my lap. "I'd trade it in though if I had a chance."
"Yeah? Your little hole getting hungry again?" I tap my Apple watch to start up the butt plug; barely a tingle, but your eyes widen slightly and you give me a smile before sipping your beer.
"My hole is definitely getting hungry. Sir." Oho--you are extra raunchy tonight. Good, so am I. "I need to get fucked, and fucked hard." Jesus, you're getting me stiff again already, and I've just come.
"That so? Getting off in front of all those boys over there turned you on good huh?"
"Yeah..." You absently play with one nipple through your sweatshirt.
"Maybe I should just fuck you right in the middle of the bar, so they could see what a nasty little bitch you are. Let 'em watch you beg for my dick while I bend you over a table and pound your little hole. Should I do that?" I bump up the dildo stim a bit, to give you a little something extra to think about.
"Oh shit...that'd be hot." Your face is flushed and I can see your other hand moving in your crotch. "I need your cock bad sir. Real bad. You can fuck me any way you want."
"Fuck yeah," I breathe. "Let's go." I wave the waitress over to get the check; the moment she turns her back to run the card we're feeling each other up, not stopping until she's coming back. Thank God my place is just a few minutes' walk down the hill.
On the way out I make you stop to check out the score on the TV: there's only a couple of minutes left. No way the Broncos are going to come back from a 13 point deficit. You're clearly impatient to go and wondering why I'm dragging this out suddenly for no good reason. I lean in and casually point out that if any of the people at the table in front of us turn around they'll be looking right at your hard on. "They'll see me standing behind you, with your dick bulging in your jeans, and they'll know I'm getting you all hard. They'll know how much you love cock." I discreetly slide one finger along the cleft in your ass, until I'm grazing your hole through your jeans.
You suck in your breath. "Oh shit."
"Half of them will imagine you bent over while I do you from behind, and the other half'll picture you with your legs in the air, begging for it on your back."
"Oh Jesus. Can we go sir? I want you to fuck me so bad..."
"Yeah, me too." I give you one last goose, then head to the door; you're right behind me. Neither one of us says anything on the walk: we're both got our minds on getting down and dirty. Not to mention warm: it's cold as balls outside, and that wet spot in my jeans feels like it's turning to ice.
When we get inside I barely have time to close the door before we're all over each other. I swipe your hat off and tangle my hand in your hair, pulling our faces together for some serious tongue-on-tongue action. Your hands are tugging my sweater and shirt over my head while we suck face. I break the lip lock to let you, and take the time to yank your sweatshirt off too. "Fuck me sir," you pant, "fuck me right here." Your hands are undoing my belt in record time.
"Mm mm." I shake my head, slide my tongue in your mouth for an instant, then back away so I can start working on your shirt buttons. "Gonna fuck you upstairs. So you can ride my dick right." My hands are trembling as I struggle with the last of the buttons. You've already got the front of my jeans popped open, and I hunch against your palm as I pull your shirt off. I lean in to bit one nipple and you groan, letting go of my dick to mash my face into your chest. "Come on," I pant, and drag you upstairs by the hand. You give me a confused look as I lead you past my bedroom to Big Dave's, where I get to work ditching the rest of my clothes.
"You gonna put me on the rack?" You jerk your head to Dave's weight bench, thinking I want a repeat of the day I took your cherry, but that's not what I have in mind. In addition to being the biggest bedroom, Dave's also has the best view, with three big bay windows looking out over the street. Normally he pulls the shades so he can have some privacy and to block some of the light from the street lamps outside, but he left them open when he took off for Christmas break. So even though the lights aren't on, the room is well lit by the sodium lamps, shining on the big bed up against the windows.
Naked, I hop on the bed while you're still wrestling out of your pants: those big quads of yours makes getting out of them a struggle, but one I could watch for hours. You finally make it and stand up, that gorgeous cut seven-incher standing out proud over your black bush. "Grab a ball cap," I nod towards a hook by the door where Dave hangs his and you comply, looking a little confused. Well, I'll sort that out soon enough.
You grab a red one and put it on, brim pulled down low. "This okay?"
"Oh yeah." Somehow wearing just the ball cap is even sexier than having you naked. I pat the bed. "Get your ass over here."
"Yes sir!" You dive onto the mattress next to me enthusiastically, your warm body close to mine. The room is cool, but neither one of us wants the covers getting in our way. "How do you want to do me?" You wrap your hand around my shaft lightly and start stroking, and I growl my approval.
"Well," I lean down to tongue a nipple, feeling it stiffen further; you arch your chest into my mouth. My palm grazes your erection, then your balls, and you spread your knees instinctively. "I was thinking about missionary," I put a little tooth into my nipple work, and you grunt; your cock twitches a wet smear against my forearm. "But I know you like it when I do you doggie style." I grab the base of the butt plug and begin sliding it out. "You know, just pounding the shit out of you." You moan as the fat part of the plug stretches you open, louder as I wiggle it around a bit on the way out. "But," I roll half on top of you, thrusting my hips against your warm hand as I nuzzle your neck. "You're such a slut, you need more than that. Don't you?" I slide two fingers into your ass without resistance: you used a helluva good dose of the orange lube putting the butt plug in there. No wonder you're so fucking out of control tonight.
You don't entirely get it, but it doesn't matter. You push into my fingers, hungry for more, and your eyes slide shut. "Fuck I need it Derrick. Make me your bitch. Whatever you want. Aaaahhhyeaah!"
"Yeah, you are my little bitch." I tongue your ear and you squirm in pleasure. "And now I want my little bitch to sit on my fat cock and ride it until I come. Show me how you cops like to get fucked." I roll onto my back, pulling you with me, and pull our faces together for a long deep kiss. By the time we break apart we're both breathing heavily, and our bellies are wet; the rich smell of precum is filling the air.
"Yeah," you pant, "fuck yeah." You pull up onto your knees, adjust your position, and then your warm hole is pressed against me. "Shit I need this," you gasp, and sink down onto my lap in one smooth motion until your balls are resting in my pubes; your eyelids flutter in bliss. You start rocking slightly, working the last of my shaft in, and then you pause. It's finally dawned on you that although the low headboard and angle make me invisible you can clearly be seen from the street, bathed in the spotlight pink glow of those lamps. "Oh shit," you say and shoot me a half-disbelieving grin. "I'm uh, kinda in the open here Derrick..."
"Yeah you are," I grin back. "Anyone walking by could see you getting fucked." I push my hips up and you shudder. "Anyone at all." I start thrusting up slowly and regularly and you respond automatically, your cock bobbing as you instincts take over and you begin to ride me.
"Unnnhhh," you whine, "I--"
"Said I could do whatever I want. And I want to show everyone that you're my little bitch." I wrap my hand around your cock and squeeze until you groan and buck your hips. "Aren't you?" I slide my hand down to tickle your balls--they're already swollen and tight--and you jerk, then whimper at the movement that causes in your ass.
"Yeah...fuck. Yeah...." That last is a needy whine; your resistance crumbles and you start to ride me. "Uh hunnh...God your cock feels so good....mmmm...." You lean back on your hands, letting me play with you at my own pace while you squirm on top of my rod. That warm slickness feels so good...I'm glad I got off just a little while ago, or I'd be close to shooting already.
"Yeah, that's it, ride my cock just like that. Your ass feels so good...so fuckin' tight...." For the next few minutes we don't say anything else, just grunts and whimpers as our breathing gets heavier. I'm starting to wonder how much longer I can hold out when I hear voices from the street. Still faint, but coming closer. I sit up for a minute so I can work on your nips. I know how sensitive they are, and I want you good and horned up for the next few minutes. By the time they're stiff you're twitching under my touch, and when I give them a little bite you yelp as your asshole twitches hard. The voices are getting closer--it sounds like a group of guys and maybe a few women, maybe some of the ones from the bar. "You're getting close aren't you?" I lay back down and increase my hip thrusts' intensity while I resume jerking you.
"Yeah, you know how hot it gets me when you do that," you pant. Suddenly the voices register with you, and your eyes fly open. "Oh shit, there's---ahh!" I've grabbed your balls and squeezed. Not enough to hurt, but to remind you who's in charge. And that you're not getting up without my say-so.
"Your audience is here slut. Just like I told you: I'm gonna fuck you in front of these guys and you're going to show them just how much you like taking it up the ass. Because you do, don't you?"
"Yes, yeah, aannhh, but I can't--can't be a cop if they see me like this!" Your mouth is saying "no," but your hips have barely slowed down, and your dick hasn't softened a bit. In fact, I can feel your head swell slightly as another droplet leaks out.
"Relax, your hat's pulled low and the shadows are hiding your face. Just keep your chin down and they'll never know who you are. This isn't even your house." Yeah, I've thought this through pretty thoroughly the last couple of days. "You're just some anonymous guy somebody in some house is banging. A guy who loves getting fucked." I give a twist around your cockhead and you groan with pleasure. "Show 'em." Another twist and your groan is louder. "Show 'em how my cock turns you into a little whore." I start pumping again, and your hips rise on their own--your body knows what it needs.
"Yes," you gasp, "I'm your whore." You start moving more vigorously as your inhibitions fade. "Fuck me sir, fuck me good."
The tenor of the voices outside has changed, and I can hear loud laughter and a cat call. Your show is on, all right. I pick up speed, ramming into you hard. "Take it!" I grunt. "Work that ass for me!'
"Yeah, fuck yeah, harder! Plow my hole sir!" You lean back on one hand so you can pinch your left nipple with the other one, biting your lower lip in pleasure. "UNNHH!" You're bucking hard now.
From outside I hear some male voices chanting "Go! Go! Go!" in time to your bouncing and a loud female voice shouts "Get on it cowboy!" The group laughs.
"You like them watch you get fucked? That making you hot you fucking cum slut?!" I'm pounding as hard as I can now, balls slapping up into your ass as you bounce up and down.
"Oh fuck yes! I love that fat cock of yours! Breed my hole and make me come sir! Breed my hole!!" We're both sweating now despite the cool room, and I'm shaking with the need to get off. Your ass is clamped down tight as you milk me with everything you've got, and I know I'm gonna nut in another few strokes.
"Tell me to fuck you!" I pant.
"Fuck me!!"
God I love hearing guys beg for it like that, knowing how hot I've made them. "Louder!"
"FUCK ME!!" Yeah, they heard that in the street. The thought of owning your ass, and all of them knowing it, is the last straw. With a bellow my whole body arches off the bed and I blast my load into your guts, frantically beating your meat as I do. You give a wordless shout and explode, fountaining goo everywhere as I fill your hole. My dick and balls feel so good as you grip and squeeze me with your warmth, and I keep pumping even as I feel my load starting to leak back out, and your own load running down my hand and wrist. I take a deep breath, smelling the rich tang of your spunk, and let it out in a guttural sigh as I spasm and send one final shot up into you. You twitch as I wring the last few drops out of your purple shaft, then sag, panting heavily. From the street outside I hear a round of applause, and your face turns beet red. You pull off me to collapse on the bed, still panting.
"Oh my God," you finally say, "that was so fucking hot. I think this one guy was watching me the whole time. Like, you were fucking me for him or something. Oh man..."
I roll on top of you, letting our sweat and cum mingle as we make out. "Maybe we'll do that again sometime then." I nuzzle your neck and you sigh happily. "You want that?"
"Oh shit," you laugh weakly. "I dunno. I guess...it was really weird. But yeah...fuck yeah. Something about your cock just makes me hornier than anything."
"It likes having a tight ass around that appreciates it," I murmur. We make out for a few more minutes, lazily enjoying the afterglow until the chill in the room starts to get to me. "How about we get cleaned up and move to my bed? It's warmer, and my sheets aren't covered in jizz." I roll off you and sit up.
"Does this mean I can stay?"
"You wanna get some morning wood up your ass or not?"
"Yes sir!" You grin and swing your feet to the floor. "Just let me bring that thing too." You point to the butt plug.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I've got all sorts of ideas about what to do with it...." I give you an evil grin as I grab it, then head to the shower. Time to catch some Zs and charge my balls up for another day of experiments!