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The second week of Herb's assignment passed quickly. As every day, Herb called around 9:00 pm on Thursday.
"How is my boy doing? Tomorrow I will be back."
"Thanks fine. Yes luckily you will be back. How are you?"
"Doing fine too and, yes, it's time to take care of my boy. I am glad to get out of this dull spot. I should be home by around 5:00 pm so we could meet at 7-ish."
"This sounds great. I took overtime and can leave earlier to get ready."
"Your butt too? You must have felt it for days that Kaan spent time on and in it."
"Oh man, it did feel it 'til Tuesday ."
"Nice. He did a good job. It will be usable tomorrow."
They spent some more time on the phone.
George was just about to leave the office for the weekend as his cell beeped.
"Fuck!!! They did it again! My flight was cancelled!" Herb was obviously upset.
"Another weekend at this dull spot? :-(" George texted back.
"Heaven no! They booked me on another flight. Stupid thing is that it's not a direct flight. I'll be back in the middle of the night and won't see you later today."
"Sigh. But at least you are not stuck!"
"True. Call you later, hot boy. "
George used the time and did all his usual Saturday routine on Friday. He got about ready for dinner as the phone rang.
"Hi, George speaking."
"Hey hottie."
"Where are you?"
"I am waiting for my connection flight. Hey listen, I read about the exhibition in the art museum. We should go. I think, tomorrow afternoon around 2:00. Most people are going to do their last minute Christmas shopping and the museum will be empty. "
"Sounds great let's do it."
"Perfect! And culture is always more enjoyable with a butt plug in your hot ass; no lube needed."
"How is the container with the white liquid doing?" George had to ask.
"Actually, there are two full containers." Herb answered and laughed. "OK. See you at the museum at 2 tomorrow afternoon. Miss you."
"Miss you too. Have a safe trip back." And they hang up.
George knew this would be a hot weekend.
They met at the museum entrance a few minutes earlier. Herb had already bought the tickets and they headed straight into the exhibition. Herb was right, there were almost no visitors. George had never seen the museum that empty.
They were half way through as Herb asked "And how is culture with a plug up your ally?"
"Horny."
"What size did you take?"
"Medium. No lube."
"Mmmm." George bent a little forward to see Herb's front of the jeans.
"Houston we got a problem." was George's answer to Herb's prominent bulge.
"Yes Houston we got a problem." Herb went to the men's washroom. George followed him. Herb was too quick for George to see which stall he took. Yet since the museum was almost empty there won't be a lot of closed ones. He screened the row of them. The last door at the other end was closed. He went down and pushed it open. His horny fucker stood inside.
Herb pulled George in and locked the door. His arms were tight around him and he kissed his boy long. George smelt his man and he smelt rubber too. He had opened the zipper and wanted to kneel.
"No boy. I need your ass. Now!" whispered Herb.
"Yes. Please give me your meat and juice. I need it." returned George in a low voice.
Herb turned his boy around and yanked his jeans as much down as needed to fuck him. He opened the rubber short and with one pull the plug was out. He gave it to his boy for the meantime. The next moment he rammed his man glory into him and his boy groaned. He pushed his bubble butt closer to Herb.
"Yeah, that's what I needed." then his tongue sealed the boy's mouth. It didn't take long and Herb did a couple of final hard thrusts to seed his boy's ass. He was not even calmed down as his hand slipped into the front of the boy's rubber short. This little pig had underneath the short a jockstraps. Herb loved the idea. He jerked off his boys. He pumped his juice into his jocks. Herb pulled out his glory and pushed the plug back again.
10 Minutes later they stood again in front of the painting where it had started.
"This painting is inspiring, isn't it?" asked George with a grin.
"Yes it is."
They left the museum shortly after and found a spot in one of the busy coffee shops nearby to have a bite.
"Lets get home." said Herb after they were finished.
"Your place or my place?" was the immediate question from George with a chuckle.
Herb smiled "My place. You got everything for the weekend?"
"I think so."
"If not we can always drive by at your place and you can pick it up."
The drive to Herb's place was quick. He lived really down the street from George in one of the newly built units.
"Are you believing me now that I don't have a wife and 10 kids waiting for me?" Herb and George laughed. They took the elevator to one of the upper floors.
Herb's place was big. "Make yourself comfy over there. I get us another coffee."
George sat on the sofa and looked out the window. He could see downtown from here.
"Do you like it?" Herb put the coffee and water on the table.
"Yes, of course. It's impressive. I checked the floor plans once so I knew that the units up here are bigger. I didn't think they were that big. Well, a big guy with a big tool needs a big place. " they laughed.
"Lets start our weekend. Turn around, my boy."
Herb blindfolded him. He led his boy in another room. George could smell the mix of leather and rubber. Herb stood right behind him. The boy could feel how the heat of his top radiated. Herb removed slowly the street clothes knowing his boy was wearing rubber.
"Nice pick a short, I had noticed it in the museum, and a long sleeved shirt. And I know you wear jocks beneath the short." He manoeuvred his boy a few steps further. They stopped in front of a chair. George instinctively wanted to sit down.
"Did I tell you to sit down?" was Herb's reaction. "You are not ready yet."
"Sorry. It was not my intention to disrupt your plans."
"Put your arms forth."
George did as Herb told him. Herb pulled over the rubber straight jacket. George's heart was pounding. He knew this from porns but never wore one. His dick was hard.
"I see you like the idea." and Herb tied him up.
Herb opened the rear end of George's short and pulled out the plug. Rest of his sperm came out and dripped to the floor.
He guided his boy to the edge of the chair. "Sit down." George sat down as he realized something big was pushing into his ass.
"Relax and let it in, little pig." George took a deep breath and it slid in. Herb watched the boy and how the dildo slid in his hole. He had lubed the toy with some of his juice from the last two weeks.
"Fuck. My ass is stretched to the limit."
"Good!" Herb tied the boy's leg and body to the chair. Finally, he removed the blindfold. George needed a few seconds to get used to the light. He saw a shelf that seemed to have a lot of toys. On the other side of the door was a mirror. Yet, he could not see further into the room because the rear end was dark.
Herb was taking off his clothes. As a rubber guy he had his rubber beneath it. A half sleeved shirt and a short with a codpiece. He switched on another light, put a chair in front of George, and sat on it, his legs wide spread.
George had this urge again to lick and smell his top and Herb knew it. Herb licked one of his hand palms and slid down the rubber to his package. And moved up. He pulled up his arm and smelled his pit. The other hand slowly opened the shirt and his sweaty body hair showed. His fingers played on the nipple. It seemed to be straight connected to his cock. The rod was pushing even harder up the codpiece. The hand was moving down and into the codpiece. He massaged his manhood and then he reached with his wet fingers over to his boy to lick the precum. He was eager to do it.
Herb removed the codpiece and pressed it onto the boy's face. George was delighted to clean the codpiece and finally smell his top. Herb let the boy lick it longer and dropped it finally to the floor as nothing was left on it.
The other hand was still playing on his nipple and the cock showed that it was a treatment he could enjoy. He beat his meat in long strokes. In between he spit in his hand. He increased his speed and his balls began to move up and down. George's dick was rock hard watching this show. The first time he could see how the precum came out with each stroke. It soaked the whole cock of his fucker and ran down to his balls. He had never seen this before.
Herb's breath was heavier as he speeded up his strokes. A few more beats and he shot. 1,2,3, and 4 eruptions. He shot a lot and far. Part hit the boy and ran down on his rubber. Most of it landed on the floor. George was amazed and understood now why his hunk's juice was running out of his ass even a day later. Herb really had a lot of bull seed in his nuts and he could shoot it deep.
Herb was in front of his boy. He did not say a word and drilled his still hard smeared manhood in his boy's mouth. He wanted to get his cock as far down the throat as possible. George was choking but he tried hard to swallow the meat. At some point Herb relaxed his grip on the boy's neck and let him clean his pole.
He left the room and let George sit on the dildo. He could not move to relief a bit of the pressure building up because of his filling bladder nor to see the room. He was tied to the chair and the chair was screwed to the floor. "This hot hunk thinks about each detail." was George thought.