Mild to Wild, part 6
The moment when Eric used my husband and took him away from me in front of a whole group of guys was a turning point for me. It took what had been a mostly-private emotional development and laid it out in the open for all of them to see. After that, I didn't feel like I was trying to be a submissive, used bottom—I felt like I actually was one and everyone knew it. I'd made it.
Thankfully, Paul didn't give me time to think about it. I was still trapped in the stocks with a ball-gag in my mouth and someone I couldn't see was drilling my ass pretty damn thoroughly. The man's balls were swinging and slapping my taint with every thrust. Paul ruffled my hair like I was a little boy and said to the group "What do you think, guys? Now that little Josh here has officially given away his husband, he's gonna need some consoling. You think we can do that for him?"
The man who was inside me laughed. "I'll give him my dick anytime if it'll make him feel better. Damn, he's hot and wet in there." He yanked his cock out and punched it back in through my asshole, making me jerk and moan around the ball-gag. He must have liked my reaction because he did it again and again.
Luis wandered in from somewhere and Paul grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss. I watched helplessly as his hands roamed down Luis' back and squeezed his beautiful ass. He trailed his fingers into Luis' crack. "Damn, boy. You're nice and wet. How many loads do you have in there?"
Luis grinned. "Two good ones. Three if you count the one you gave me earlier."
"God I love an ass that's full of cum." Paul's cock was pointing rigidly up and curving a little back toward him, as always. "Get up on the bed. I've been a good host long enough."
In seconds, Luis had his face pressed against the rubber sheet with his ass in the air. Paul grabbed his hips and moved him so I could see Luis' bubble butt at an angle. "Josh is my boy too," he said. "Let's make sure he can see the fun."
Paul's white dick stood out against Luis' brown skin. Even in the dim light I had no problem seeing his fat mushroom head push up against Luis' tight ass-ring. It caved in slowly under his steady pressure until the head broke through and those ass lips snapped down around Paul's shaft. Luis moaned something in Spanish and Paul laughed. "That sounded like an invitation to me, boy." I watched as his stiff white dick slowly vanished into Luis' ass.
I knew Paul had taken some pictures when he fucked me months earlier, but I'd never seen them. Watching him fuck Luis made me desperately want a full-length high-definition movie of Paul fucking me. They were crazy hot together. Luis moaned and swore in Spanish until another guy climbed up on the bed and shut him up by jamming his cock into his mouth. While that guy was fucking Luis' throat like a champion, I could see that Paul's cock was churning up the loads that were already in Luis' ass. White foamy cum was clinging to Paul's dick every time he pulled back for a thrust, and frothy globs were sliding down Luis' balls and dripping onto the rubber sheet.
The guy who was owning my ass started slamming his hips into me right then, bucking my shoulders into the stocks and rattling the wood. He panted and groaned and started spanking my ass-cheeks hard, not once, but over and over again. "Oh Jesus. Oh fuck! You're gonna make me cum, you bitch! You're gonna make me cum! Take it!" He drove all the way into me and beat my ass until it felt like it was on fire while I was helpless to stop him. I could feel his cock jumping and spurting inside me.
When the spanking finally stopped I could still feel his hand-prints stinging my ass. I squeezed my ass- ring tight around his shaft and he groaned again and laughed while he pulled out. "That's right, bitch. Milk it all out," he said. He popped out with a gasp and swatted my burning ass lightly. "You should have been giving this up years ago." I tried to keep my ass squeezed closed, but still I felt a trail of cum seeping out.
In front of me, Paul was banging Luis' ass hard and Luis was thrusting back at him. The guy who was fucking Luis' mouth was pinning his head so he could fuck all the way into his throat. I couldn't see Luis' little package from my angle, but I knew he would be as hard as I was.
Big warm hands started gently kneading and squeezing my ass-cheeks. They were still burning from the spanking the last guy gave me, but this guy seemed to be savoring them. I felt his breath on me, and he started kissing and licking my inflamed ass, staying away from my cummy hole but covering the meaty globes with long, wide strokes of his tongue and gentle sucking from his lips.
He spent a long time enjoying my ass, and I sank into the pleasure of the love he was giving it. Finally he worked his way up to my lower back, pressing the heel of his palms into me in slow, deep circles and feeling every part of me before moving on. By the time he made it to my upper back, I was putty. When he reached up to massage my shoulders, his naked crotch pressed against my ass and a heavy, pendulous cock hung down across my inner thigh.
A broad chest leaned over and covered my back. The latches of the stock unsnapped and the weight of the wood lifted off of me. The voice that spoke was soft but very deep, and with his chest against my back I could feel it vibrate through me. "Let's get you outta this thing. This ain't how I want you." He raised me gently off of the stocks with one arm and scooped my legs from behind with the other, lifting me easily into his arms. I was looking right into Darrell's handsome face.
He carried me away without any apparent effort at all, cradling me in his arms and resting my head against his chest. I've never felt safer than I did in those few steps. He took me to one of the black leather couches and sat down, settling me onto his lap. I could feel his package under me like a pillow, plumped but not hard. My own dick stuck straight up.
In the dim room, his white smile stood out against his black skin even more than it had in the party upstairs. He ran his hand across my chest, pausing to gently roll my nipples before sliding down across my flank. He hummed appreciatively and I felt his chest vibrate again. Something like a hot flash went through me.
He reached up for the straps that held the ball-gag in my mouth. "Let's get this off-a you." Then he paused. "You ain't another squealer, are you? I'm sick to death of that shit." When I shook my head slowly, he grinned and unbuckled the gag.
It felt so great to have that thing out of my mouth. I flexed my jaw a couple of times and smiled at him. "I've been wanting to talk to you all night."
"I've been wantin' to do more than talk," he said. He pulled me to him and gave me a long, gentle kiss and I felt his big cock stirring under my ass. He twisted me around to face him with a leg on each side of his waist.
We made out for a long time. He was an amazing kisser—smooth and hot at the same time. I ran my hands over him, soaking in his huge pecs and shoulders, but before long our arms were wrapped around each other. I was totally lost in him, oblivious to anything else that was going on in the room.
His dick straightened and pushed its way out from under me, bent down at a steep angle by my weight. He finally broke of the kiss reluctantly. "Damn, baby. Where you been all my life?" he said. Then he grinned "I need to do somethin' with my dick before it breaks off." He reached down, slid his arms under my legs and ass, and lifted me up. With my weight off, his dick bounced up and slapped my ass cheek.
I don't know exactly what showed on my face but, whatever it was, Darrell liked it. He grinned and shifted his hips until his huge cock-head was just touching my hole. I stroked his chin and leaned in for another long kiss.
"You ready for this, baby?" he whispered.
I nodded. I was a little afraid, but so much more turned on by this god.
Very slowly, he relaxed his arms, letting my own weight push my hole down on his cock. I don't know what it would have been like if I hadn't already been fucked a few times. Thank god I'd already been loosened up and had those loads in me for lube. Even so, I'm sure my eyes bugged out of my head as his fat head eased into me, pushing my ass-lips wider and wider (and wider) open. When it finally broke through, I couldn't contain a moan.
I'd have bit my own tongue off before I squealed, but at that moment I could totally understand why Darrell's ginger friend was so loud.
The shaft of his cock was just as fat as the head, and I swear it got thicker as it pushed further into me. I threw my arms around his neck and held on for dear life, but kept just enough control of myself to make sure that I did nothing to support my own weight. He was in control of how fast he took me—if he decided to drop my whole weight and impale me on his shaft all at once, I was gonna take it. And not squeal.
He didn't do that. He lowered me slowly and gently. The more of him that pushed up into me, the more I moaned softly and quivered. When my ass finally settled back onto his lap, I was trembling but my cock was so hard it hurt. Pre-cum was drooling out of me, covering his belly in a wide, glistening slick.
"I knew you could take it," he murmured. He pulled my face to his and smothered me with his lips. My dick was mashed between our bodies and he slowly pivoted his hips, pulling out by just an inch or so and then pushing back in, working my chute but keeping it entirely full of his cock.
Someone squeezed my ass from behind and Darrell batted their hand away. He started lifting me again—just a little bit—while he pivoted his hips, exposing more of his shaft and then pushing it back in. Gradually he lifted me a little more, and then a little more, until finally only his huge cock-head was left in me and he was making long, deep strokes.
My arms were around his neck. My face was buried in him. His thrusts were rubbing my dick on his stomach between us. I was moaning and gasping his name non-stop.
I don't know how long it went on. Forever and not long enough. I was lost in a haze of lust and joy.
His long-dicking of my ass picked up speed and took on an urgent quality. He was repeating my name over and over. His chest vibrated with his deep voice and I felt it thrum through me where I was pressed against him.
I couldn't take it. Suddenly my balls boiled and my cock lit up like a roman candle. It was all I could do not to yell, but I clutched at Darrell helplessly. "Oh god, Darrell. You're making me cum! I can't stop it!"
"Don't stop it baby," he groaned. "Cum for me! Cum for me!" The pitch of his fucking rose to a fevered jack-hammering of my ass.
I erupted in cum, spraying rope after rope of it between us. At the same time, Darrell tipped back his head and bellowed "Oh holy fuck!" and dropped my weight, impaling me all the way onto his enormous cock. My ass was wrapped around it so tight that I could feel the whole length of him throbbing and pulsing as he emptied his nuts into me.
I didn't exactly pass out, but I lost everything then except for Darrell. Sometime later, I realized that we'd been kissing deeply for a long time. My cum was smeared all over our torsos between us, and he was still inside me. I reluctantly broke off the kiss so I could really look at his face.
I didn't get the chance to speak. "I have to see you again," he said.
I could keep this story going for a long time, because everything I've told you so far was only the opening chapter of my new, wilder sex life. This seems like the right place to end this chapter, but here's the jist of what became of us after this:
As Eric asked, I did spend the next day coming up with a tattoo for Matt. I finally settled on a design about the size of an index card that could go on the upper part of his ass. It says "Property of" in smaller letters and "ERIC" under that in big letters. There's a box around it that's smooth on the outside but has thorns growing down into the letters on the inside. Eric's phone number is in the bottom border of the box.
Eric dropped Matt off at our house the next night, and I took over maintenance of Matt's ball-stretching regime (it took some time, but Matt's balls now permanently dangle about six inches, just as Eric likes). During that week, we got the tattoo done and I did pay for it and tell the artist the situation. He actually called Eric before he did the tattoo. He wasn't gay, but he was entertained by it—he laughed at me and called me a cuckold and told everyone in there what I was doing.
The next weekend, I dropped Matt off at Eric's place on Friday night and picked him up on Sunday night. Eric had had Matt's nipples pierced. That became our routine—Matt is my husband during the week and he's Eric's fuck-toy on the weekends. Eric is OK with other guys fucking Matt, but only if they call him first so he knows about it (although as time has gone by, they've become almost monogamous... neither of them would admit it, but it's obvious that they love each other). The exception to the `other guys fucking Matt' rule has always been me: Once the tattoo was on, Eric told me that he didn't want my dick in Matt's ass again. I miss that intimacy sometimes, but I understand his request and I've respected it.
Sometimes the routine gets shaken up a bit—Eric takes Matt with him to Southern Decadence (Paul sends me pictures so I know what I'm missing), or Matt and I will go away for a couple of weeks for vacation or to visit family.
Paul and I are good friends and I still get to be his boy sometimes, or we'll hang out and go to clubs and sex parties together. I've become better friends with Luis too, but he's got a jealous streak and a serious crush on Paul so I don't usually hang out with both of them at the same time.
Darrell is my boyfriend now. I love him differently than I love Matt, but I don't deny my feelings for him. We go on real dates (my weekends are free, after all) and he's even introduced me to his friends. He still fucks the ginger guy sometimes, but he's also held me in his arms and kissed me while other guys were fucking me. He can get kind of crazy in the best way—for example, he has a bunch of straight friends who don't know he's gay, and he threw a bachelor party for one of them with a hooker behind a glory hole. Except, of course, I was the one behind the glory hole so I got to swallow the cum of the groom-to- be and eight or nine of his other straight friends who were willing to go for it when they'd had a few drinks.
So I guess this is the moral of my story: People who live dull, miserable lives like to criticize people who don't by saying that we want to have our cake and eat it too. But as far as I can tell, that's just sour grapes. You really can have everything you want as long as you're willing to also let the people you love have what they want too.