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Typically, these stories contain a description of the characters, a lurid chronicling of their bodies, their faces and, of course, their cocks. I'm not going to describe myself but I will tell you this. At fourteen, I began the discipline of rolling out of bed each morning, hitting the floor, and doing push-ups, sit-ups and squats. Well, the truth is that I would take a piss first but then I would hit the floor. In puberty, I was bristling with energy, my body was exploding with hormones, and every cell was becoming bigger and better and stronger and firmer.
By the age of fifteen, it was 50 reps of each exercise each and every morning. I celebrated my sixteenth birthday by upping the routine to 75 reps each. At seventeen, I started each day with a hundred reps and went no further because it was getting to be ridiculous.
I'm 41 now. Conservatively speaking, that amounts to a million reps targeting the pecs, the abs, and the ass. Like I said, I won't describe myself, I'll simply let you imagine what I look like.
Now I am strapped to a St. Andrews cross. I'm naked, glistening with oil, and my cock is painfully engorged.
The cross was a Christmas present from Larry and I to ourselves. I imagined that we would inaugurate it with Larry constrained and helpless to my whims. But no, I am the first to be bound by black straps around my wrists, ankles and waist. We selected a deluxe model. It is crafted to expose the ass from behind, allowing access to the most nether erogenous region. It also articulates so that the upper half can be bent forward 45 degrees. Finally, there is a pivot hinge so that the victim can be laid flat. Imagine the possibilities.
My life-partner, Larry, is a strikingly handsome man with an occasional CD fetish. He is a trim five foot nine with blue eyes that positively glimmer and hair of strawberry blond. Dressed as a woman he is beautiful with sleek legs and a deliciously plump tush. From the start, our intimacy has been sensuous and sweet. The man is a world class kisser with a voracious libido and boy howdy can he fuck.
Tonight, Larry is dressed for the occasion in a look I've never seen before. His eyes are lined coal-black and his lips are glossy dark. A choker matching the leather of my binds clads his tender throat. Thigh high stockings of shimmering black drape his shapely legs. A corset clings to his slender form, silken and black, and pushes up beneath his pecs. The fabric is slit across his tits revealing his eager nipples. A g-string clads his swollen manhood.
Our eyes connect and I see his fiery desire. He begins my torment with a deep massage. He drips more oil over my outstretched arms, then kneads it deep into every pore. His hands are dwarfed by the mass of my biceps and barely stretch across the bulge of my forearms. Our gaze is broken as he admires my form while rubbing the oil deep.
*quot;Marc, love, you are so ... substantial. So firm. Massive.*quot; His tongue snakes out of his painted mouth and traces across my lips, taunting a moan from deep within me. Breath as sweet as jasmine is also hot with passion. *quot;You are the gentlest lover I've ever had. So tender, so strong, and now so utterly helpless.*quot;
Our noses nearly touch as he peers into my eyes. His fingertips skate across my slick cock and tease the plush crown. My flesh thrums ecstatically, spasms of pleasure reverberate through my loins. Larry smiles, satisfied with the realm I have entered. He knows he owns me and I can see the scheming in his eyes as he wonders how far to take his advantage.
On a nearby table lies a bag of tricks. He reaches in and arrays a selection of vibrators. There is a prostate probe, pencil thin with an angled tip to press against the sensitive gland. Then a bullet-like stainless vibrator with the girth of a fat man's thumb and seven inches long. Finally, a wand that was not intended for insertion. It has a bulbous head designed for vibrating massage.
*quot;Remember the first time you asked me to 'do' you?*quot; Larry's voice is soft, commanding. He intends for it to toy with me. *quot;I had been bottoming you for over a month. God, you must have fucked me forty times. Or more. Seven times that first weekend alone.*quot;
*quot;Absolutely I remember. You totally turned me queer. I couldn't get enough of your loving.*quot;
*quot;Finally, you practically begged me to fuck you.*quot;
*quot;I wanted to experience your cock penetrating me,*quot; I say with a gasp as he tickles my perineum. *quot;I wanted to give myself over to you like you had done so many times for me.*quot;
*quot;That was so sweet of you, Marc. And it was great the two times we did it. But bottoming never felt natural to you the way it does for me.*quot;
*quot;I hope you do me tonight.*quot;
*quot;That's kind of you to offer but it's not up to you what happens. Still, I want you to know I've never loved a man the way I love you.*quot;
I flinch against the bindings as he gives my nipple a cruel twist. The sting lingers even as his lips roll the nub, sucking and licking the tender areola. Then our eyes lock again. His are apologetic.
*quot;Sorry, hd porno that was too much. Tonight is about pleasure, not pain.*quot; He gives a mischievous chuckle. *quot;It's just hard for me to restrain my darker tendencies with you splayed across the cross like this.*quot; His tongue made a circuit of my lips again. *quot;But I guarantee you are going to get fucked tonight.*quot;
Larry buries his mouth into the nape of my neck, nipping the flesh between kisses and his fingertips return to my slick cock. I am crazy with the desire to wrap him in my arms and kiss him back. My powerlessness only inflames the yearning more and more as I strain against my bonds.
Suddenly, I hear buzzing. His mouth moves to my tit as he cradles my cock with one hand while pressing the vibrating bulb against the deep nerves at the base. Electric jolts shoot through me and blaze to my balls. The sensations are overwhelming, at once delirious yet slightly painful. I waggle my hips to escape but the strap at my waist affords no relief.
*quot;Shhh,*quot; Larry calms me, *quot;there is nothing you can do. Just go with it.*quot; I resign myself to the crashing tide of titillation.
He reads my eyes as he eases the pressure of the vibrator and floats it over the under-ridge of my cock. This is a deliriously delicious sensation. I strained towards it. The pulsating bulb arrives at the underside of my cockhead and faintly circles the pillowy crown. An *quot;ohhh*quot; is all I can muster. I am awash in a bliss of my lover's making.
*quot;Sweet Jesus, Marc, you've got a beautiful cock. I know I've said that a thousand times but it's absolutely muscular. Just like the rest of you. And it is the perfect fit for me.*quot;
Larry silences the vibrator and returns to his bag of tricks. He comes back with a cloth measuring tape like tailors use and stretches it from the base to the tip of my turgid manhood.
*quot;Seven and seven-eighths inches. A quarter an inch longer than normal. You must certainly be enjoying yourself.*quot;
*quot;There's no blood left in my head.*quot;
*quot;Yes there is. It's positively purple and swollen.*quot;
Larry kisses the crown, lips probing the softness, tongue teasing the cumhole.
*quot;My other head,*quot; I laugh.
*quot;Oh you mean this one?*quot; Larry rises, takes command of my neck with one hand and lays a deep, soulful kiss on my mouth. It is the first time during this escapade that our tongues have met. He luxuriates his tongue upon mine. The vibrator buzzes once more and circles my nipple. I feel the flesh rise and become taut with arousal.
After a long moment, he breaks the kiss. With a wicked grin, his eyes meet mine. Again, I see him scheming.
He kneels and sucks my manhood slowly past his tongue into his very throat, twisting his head to caress it more. My moans echo through the basement. Larry lifts my balls. More buzzing. The bulb flits across my delicate perineum. Whimpers resound off the walls and I silently curse the straps that bind me. He strokes my manhood between juicy lips as the vibrating orb roams my defenseless flesh, ever further toward my fundament. Larry relishes his unbridled power and plunders my tenderest spots. The straps were all that prevented me from swooning into a limp heap on the cold concrete floor.
The vibrator goes silent and Larry returns to his array of torture toys. He selects the prostate probe and retrieves the bottle of lube. Viscous ooze dribbles atop the canted tip and he works it up and down the shaft as if jerking it off. More lube and he is satisfied with its slickness. Then he raises his fingertips to my tongue.
*quot;The label says it's berry flavored but I can't decide if it's blueberry or boysenberry. What do you think?*quot;
*quot;I think you are a marvelously cruel and evil man.*quot;
He laughs with pleasure as he spreads the flavored lube across my lips before kissing it off. *quot;Boysenberry, I think.*quot;
He raises the probe so I can get a good look. *quot;The guy in the dirty book store in Fayetteville recommended this little beauty. I had my doubts. He struck me as awfully pervy. Tats up his neck, onto his face. Why would a person do that? Anyway, he said this is just the thing and he seemed to know what he was talking about.*quot;
Larry twists the base and it makes a feint whirring sound. He touches it to my nose. A tiny thrill tickles my face. He asks, *quot;What do you think?*quot;
*quot;Does it matter what I think?*quot;
*quot;You know, you're right,*quot; he says with a wink. *quot;It does not, my sexy he-man loverboy. It absolutely does not matter what you think.*quot; He twists a nipple again though not as cruel as before. My cock lurches from the jolt.
Larry raises on tip-toe. His plump nipple peeks lasciviously from the satiny cloak of his bodice. Craning my neck as much as my constraints will permit my lips purse and nibble it. Barely within reach, it makes me crave his nipple even more.
He crouches low and spreads the cheeks of my ass. Slick, deft fingers stroke my nether place. While laying teasing licks across my groin, he replaces his fingers with the probe. Tiny vibrations japon porno shoot throughout my taint, tingling me to my core. It takes a moment for me to relax and appreciate a delicious titillation I have never felt before. I dwell in the erogeny of my ass.
Larry continues his teasing until I relax some more. He focuses the stimulation in smaller circles around my rosebud. Gradually I accept the stimulation, welcome it, and finally invite it with moans, begging for deeper gratification. Larry turns the vibrating off.
Though it is whisper thin, passage is not easy. Larry urges me to relax and with another waggling push it penetrates. There is no pain, just a queasy sense of violation. He twirls it in circles just beyond the threshold of my sphincter. Sensations beyond any I have ever experienced explode within. I clench reflexively. Again, Larry shushes me until I loosen, then he presses the probe deeper.
A sudden dilation of my eyes and a spasm across my groin betrays my pleasure.
*quot;There it is.*quot; Larry cackles like Gollum in Lord of the Rings. *quot;There's my little pretty.*quot; With a devilish satisfaction, he switches to astronaut mode. *quot;Houston, the Eagle has landed.
I can't join in on Larry's merriment. My mouth is frozen agape in stupid bliss. My throat is like a baritone sax wailing a single unwavering keen of rapture as Larry begins exploring the borders of my gland, up and down, right and left, rolling the blunt end of the probe atop every contour of that tiny island of manly pleasure. I enter a forbidden dimension of verboten elation. Then he turns the switch back on.
My chest convulses. I gasp, then suck air, filling my lungs with vital oxygen to stoke the furnace that is my ass. A heat spreads throughout my body, enlivening every nerve and vessel with spreading love. Not love really. Merely euphoria. Then I finally open my eyes and look down. I see joy in my beautiful, exotic lover's eyes. That is when it feels like love.
I watch as my throbbing, electrified cock begins to drool cum. Larry captures it on his tongue, lapping at the underside of my cockhead before locking his lips at the tip, surrounding my cumhole, siphoning my essence. His cheeks collapse rhythmicly as if sucking a thick malt through a straw. I feel molten passion flow like a river from my loins.
Larry turns off the probe. Slowly, he retracts it from my ass. With one last luxurious suck, then a kiss on my crown, he releases my cock and rises. He places those succulent, ebony-tinged lips to mine. Our tongues dance a gooey tango. The thick product of my passion fills our mouths until we each, of a need and a thirst, swallow.
We spend a long time with our foreheads touching, lost in each other's eyes. My arms, stretched akimbo, ache to hold him. I whimper, close to tears, I want to embrace him so badly. His lips kiss mine softly. *quot;That is how you make me feel*quot; is all he says.
The quiet echoes within the basement walls as he returns to his bag of tricks. Larry lays down the prostrate probe and considers the inch-thick vibrator for a moment before unscrewing the bottom. The batteries fall out. *quot;We won't be needing those.*quot; He slathers it with lube before placing it at my feet.
Larry crosses into the shadows at the far side of the basement. I can't crane my neck far enough to watch but I distinctly hear the creaking of tiny wheels. He emerges with a full length antique mirror, wrestling it clumsily across the concrete and positions it before me, leaving an eight foot space for him to maneuver. It is covered in a sheet so my reflection is not revealed. He just leaves it there, portending a future revelation.
Larry comes back to me and takes my face between his hands. *quot;Marc, my love, you are what I've been wanting my entire life, You are all I will ever want.*quot; He kisses me and permits me to return his kiss.
Then he sinks slowly. He kneads the dense muscles of my pecs and pinches the nipples playfully before flitting them with his tongue. Helpless, I can only moan. He sinks further, tickling my abs and navel. I squirm beneath his tongue. He sinks further, past the black strap binding my waist, to the V-shaped valley where my torso meets my upper thigh, where tender nerves lay cloaked beneath my sweat-drenched flesh. He lavishes moist lips upon me and I writhe with tiny jolts of carnal joy.
He kneels. My manhood strains, purple and taut, seemingly begging for relief. Larry opens wide his mouth and engulfs my cockhead deep within his throat. Then clenches my shaft between juicy lips and pulls back, as if coaxing my lust inch by inch to erupt. Again and again, he torments my cock this way. Then he begins kissing the underside, flitting across the tender ridge. He lifts my scrotum and tickles the perineum with his tongue. I can do nothing but moan and beg and plead for deliverance from his exquisite vexation.
He slathers his fingertips with the gooey slobber of precum and saliva and strokes the rosebud of my ass. Still tingling, my prostrate throbs lezbiyen porno for more. I flex to offer entrance. His fingers massage me deeper. When the hard, slick end of the vibrator presses against me, I eagerly accept it.
Larry slowly fellates me as the object penetrates further. Relexively I craned my cock as I clench my core and Larry dildo-fucks me, up and back across my gland, deeper and deeper. I ride waves of sensations. They overwhelm me and crashing across my sexual chakra. I am swept within an eddy of euphoric tides. I am a toy tossed by the currents of passion. Within my loins, a simmering fire stokes hotter.
Suddenly all of that was forgotten. I tense but not with lust...
A sound ...
*quot;Larry! Someone's upstairs.*quot;
*quot;Relax. Focus on your feelings.*quot;
He sucks me deep and probes me further.
Another creak of the floor above my head. Definitely a footfall.
*quot;Larry, stop! There's someone in our house.*quot;
He pulls his lips from my withering cock. *quot;Ignore everything but my ministrations.*quot;
*quot;I'm telling you, there is an intruder in our house. Let me loose right now!*quot;
*quot;And I'm telling you there is nothing you can do. Just go with the flow.*quot;
Larry's artful fellatio coaxes my cock but in the midst of a home invasion it doesn't respond. My arms pull at the binds of leather. I try to twist my legs and waist free.
Faintly, I hear the basement door creak open. Larry is oblivious. A leg, then another, descends the stairs. The legs are bare. They continue down. I see a groin clad in bikini briefs. Then a man, otherwise naked, appears. The intruder is tall but slender and I will make quick business of him if I can just get loose. The intruder descends to our basement floor.
Finally, Larry ceases his nagging fellatio. He rises to his feet.
*quot;Marc, I want you to meet Dave. He and I were briefly lovers during my law school days.*quot;
My alarm turns to anger. *quot;You can't be serious.*quot;
*quot;No,*quot; Larry teases. *quot;Dave and I were never serious.*quot;
*quot;That's not what I'm talking about and you fucking well know it.*quot;
*quot;Calm down, Love.*quot; Larry attempts to assuage me with a reassuring gaze but I have lost the mood.
The intruder is at Larry's side. He reaches out and caresses my shoulders and chest. I flinch. Shackled as I am, there is little else I can do except resist the impulse to spit in the interloper's face.
*quot;You weren't kidding,*quot; Dave says to Larry. *quot;He really is a herculean hunk of a man. Not puffed up like Schwarzenegger,*quot; his fingers probe my pecs, *quot;but dense. Impenetrable.*quot;
The interloper's fingertips trail downward. He speaks to me for the first time. *quot;I hope you'll relax, Marc. I only mean to partake in pleasure with you.*quot; His fingers are tender as they wrap my penis. It had withered but reflexively responds to his sensuous touch. *quot;Nice cock. Very nice.*quot;
*quot;You're not welcome.*quot;
The intruder interprets that as a joking reply to his compliment. It wasn't. I deeply resent his sudden presence in our house.
The intruder laughs and releases my cock before shucking his briefs. He is already hard, boasting a good six inches with a plump cockhead. *quot;I'm not as long as you and lack your girth but I haven't had any complaints.*quot;
He points to Larry. *quot;Still, this guy and I never really clicked. Except as friends.*quot;
The intruder turns and appraises Larry. *quot;Nice outfit by the way.*quot;
Then the intruder addresses me again. *quot;Your man here tutored me through law school. Truth is, I never would have made it with out him. He's a keeper. That makes you a lucky guy, Marc. And he tells me that he is a lucky guy to have you.*quot;
*quot;The luckiest,*quot; Larry says as he points Dave to the bag of tricks. Larry takes my head into his hands. *quot;Marc, Baby, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.*quot;
*quot;We were having so much fun. Why are you doing this?*quot;
*quot;Because you've always said you wanted to take our lovemaking to the next level. But something inside you couldn't let go and let it happen.*quot; He kisses me deeply, soulfully. *quot;Now you have no choice. I think tonight will get us to the place you want us to be.*quot;
Dave finds a balaclava in the bag and pulls it over his head. Only his eyes and mouth are revealed. *quot;Now I am no one. Simply a faceless avatar of the man you love.*quot;
Larry retrieves a wooden platform and places it at my feet. Despite my anger, I marvel at the planning that has gone into this. Before he steps on to it, Larry removes the sheet from the mirror. Then he stands on the riser and elevates himself to an ideal height. With his hand draped over my upright arm, he turns toward the glass.
I see our reflection. We are posed as if for a portrait. Larry is breath-taking. His shapely legs were sheathed in luminescent stockings. His slender torso clad in a silky corset with his plump nipples protruding. His lips had lost some of their dark gloss but those blue eyes were still lined with shocking black. He lowers the sheath of the thong and tucks it behind his balls. His impressive sex bulges outward in full display.
And there I am, naked and splayed defenseless beside him, far larger and noticeably less beautiful, yet we somehow look right together. Our cocks seem to agree. Mine has resumed its previous tumescence. We are both at full mast.