A Good Ass and A Bad Host

Lansing--January, 2012

I’d been there once before. A self proclaimed dominant top had asked me up to play with a friend of his who was a sub cub. I went and had a decent time with the cub, though the other top was nowhere in evidence after he had introduced us. Fair enough, maybe he won’t play with a friend. Well, this time he’d gotten a small group together, so I made the journey to Lansing. I should have known something was up when I learned on the way that the same cub had gotten to the group and decided to go home…　

I am running late. I hate being late. And I rarely am. But today--well, fuck. And the “shorter route” on Google maps has taken me through some back roads. I call the cub to tell him I’m ten minutes late. He tells me he’s home due to lack of sleep. But he’ll call the host and tell him. I finally pull into the parking lot of the apartment complex. I stride up the steps to the second floor. The door is opened before I can knock. I am ushered in. A scrawny guy, late 40’s and mostly grey, is seated on the couch. A furry bear is seated next to him in nothing but an orange jockstrap. He’s my age and looks eager to see me. The top is fully dressed in jeans and a sweat shirt.

“Hey,” the host says loudly. “Glad you got here. This is your birthday present. Ed.” He’s pointing to the orange jockstrap clad guy. He laughs with no mirth.

“I--” I’m about to say my birthday was three weeks ago (and he wouldn’t know that anyway…)

“This one’s mine.” He points to the scrawny guy. “You play in here--we’re in there.” He points to door down the hall.

I start to ask about the other cub, as the host pushes the other guy out. “Fuck him good,” he says over his shoulder, making the simple phrase sound like I couldn’t possibly do that. My whole body tenses. I sigh as the door closes down the hall--and I guess I mutter under my breath, louder than I mean to.

“Shake it off,” says Ed. I nod and head to the kitchen sink for some water, but I can’t bring myself to fill my bottle from the tap with all the dirty dishes.

He’s right. Shake it off. I smile at him as I come back. And start to unlace my boots. “At least we get the sling,” I say as I pull them off. A web sling in a frame sits in the middle of this living room.

“It was left by the bottom who took off.”

I shake my head and slip out of my pants. He kneads my cock through my boxer briefs. I grab for the cock ring in my pocket and get it on quickly before it will be impossible. I sit down on the couch.

“Forget the asshole,” he murmurs. And begins working in earnest on my lengthening penis. He’s good, not the best, but I’m sure he’s all about his hole. He goes deep and pulls off. My cock is dripping with that deep throat saliva.

It makes me want to shove it up his ass.

I rise and bend him forward so his chest is supported on the seat of the couch. He reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks. I kneel, spit on his hole and my cock slides right to the base.

“Fuck, you’re big.” I’m pumping. Hard. Taking out a little aggression on his butt. And he’s more than happy about it. “I’m yours, Stud. Fuck me deep.” I am fucking full strength, long dicking him. Almost all out and back in. The bear is grunting a little--not loud at all.

The door opens from down the hall. “Just remember the neighbors, boys,” brays the host--making more sound than we just did. “No noise.”

I sigh again. And pull out. The big test is here--and my partner passes it with relish--he spins around and cleans my cock.

“Let’s get into the sling.” I help Ed up and get him situated. No stirrups for him. I spit on his hole and slide right in. I am deep again.

Ed huffs poppers. His eyes roll back in his head. “Second hole,” he mutters. “Fuck yes, Sir.” I slow my thrusts, staying deep and work on battering his second sphincter. “There, right there,” he chokes out. “I haven’t had that since I moved here.”

Our eyes lock. My mouth turns up in a twisted grin.

The bedroom door opens again. I fleetingly see the scrawny guy naked. “You having fun, boys?” The host, out of site, has broken the connection. I thrust deep. An end of chain hits the frame--sounding a chime. “Ha!” he brays from the bedroom. “Another pig has gotten his wings.” This tickles his partner no end and the door swings shut.

I fuck, varying strokes as much as I can for another few minutes. Surprise, surprise, the door swings open. They seem to be done after their big 15 minutes back there. They come along side the sling. “I told you he had a big cock. See.”

“I’d like to try that out,” the scrawny guy says. But it looks like they are just getting started.” I nod. They make small talk about me, football and the 90 year old woman downstairs--lucky that she can‘t hear all the noise--not that we are making any. I ring the chain chime again with a hard thrust in frustration. “Another pig, another pig” the host guffaws.

Finally the man leaves and the host moves into his study--cautioning us once again about noise--and flipping on the radio. Formless, raucous jazz blasts out. I stop fucking. I get out the speculum. No noise that way. I insert the cold metal into him, without telling him what I am doing. He knows, though, exactly. Ed grabs his eraser shaped nipples and twists. And they are huge from years of abuse.

I am cranking the speculum slowly open. It’s spreading his ass. My finger snakes in and touches his prostate at the same time as he squeezes his left nipple. He groans. I crank the key slightly. It tugs his ass open a millimeter more. And again. One more twist and my finger is back in stroking. He is totally getting off on this. Another twist. Another. And it’s wide enough that I can put the head of cock into him. There is metal to the left and right of my dick, and flesh above and below.

“Fuck, Sir. Yes.”

I fuck for a bit. I pull out and slap his ass with two fingers all around the speculum. It shakes the device in his gut. He groans quietly. I stick my cock back in, wishing I could piss--but I’m mindful of the beige carpet.

He asks for pictures. I take some of his spread ass, one with my cock in it as well. I move my dick up to his mouth. A picture of the head in his mouth. Then half way in. Then laying across his face so he can see the size of it.

I crank the speculum shut. Slowly. With my finger in his hole as it closes.

I get him out of the sling. We move back to the couch for some oral. It seems to be a cue for the host to pop in. He watches us for long minutes. “I asked you to keep the noise down.”

“What did we do that was noisy?” I snap.

“There were groans. I got neighbors.” He disappears.

We go back to the sling. Ed gets the idea of wrapping the loose chain with the cheap Velcro restraints so they can’t hit the frame. I get him in and enter him.

The study door opens and the host marches into the kitchen and starts to do the dirty dishes that have been standing in day old water. I try to block it out. He noisily rattles them into the crusty drain rack.

I’ve had it. “Do you want us to leave?”

“Well, I have just had a phone call about the noise,” he lies.

I start to say something and Ed quickly puts a hand up. I stop, help him out and we troop to the bathroom. His hands find my shoulders as I am washing my cock in the sink. “Breathe,” he whispers in my ear and works the knots in my neck.

Five minutes later we are dressed and out the door, by our vehicles. We are out of time to take it anywhere else--and both way too far from home.

“Thanks, Sir. You know, you’re a born top. This is the best sex I’ve had since San Francisco. I’d given up on Michigan.”

I look at him in wonder…and promise we’ll do it right some time soon.