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20 Nisan 2023, 01:46
Rob wasn't gasping at the effect of the cock ring anymore, but he was showing how much pleasure it was giving him still when Luther played it on his prostate, by grasping the brass rails of the headboard overhead to which his wrists were bound and pulling his feet away from the baseboard to which his ankles were bound enough to dig his heels into the bedspread and raise his pelvis to the perfect angle for Luther to drag the cock ring across the prostate again and again and again.
Rob threw his head back and mouthed a silent scream of ecstasy as he shot his load. It was a weak spurt this time, but it had been the third time. Each prolonged visit of the cock ring to the prostate had caused him to ejaculate. His balls ached from the frequent demands on them, but each time he had been aroused to glorious heights.
Luther sank his cock deep again. "Bouncy, Bouncy, Squeak, Squeak," he chortled as he made the bed springs sing for him in his hard, deep pounding. Then he too was throwing his head back and yowling, ejaculated, and collapsed on top of the older man.
"Like my new dickhead?" He whispered, as he embraced Rob closely in the dark room.
"Oh, god, yes, I like it just fine."
"I promised you'd be the first one. And you are. I like it too. I can feel that you really like it. That makes me happy."
"I'm glad I'm the first. It's a great gift, Luther."
"You paid for it."
"And it's worth every penny. I'll come any time you call me, Luther. I'm lost to you. I'm leaving my cell phone number and anytime you want me, just . . . Oh, holy shit!"
Luther had drawn the cock out to just inside Rob's entrance again and was dragging the cock ring across his prostate for a fourth time. Rob dug in his heels and raised his pelvis to give Luther the perfect angle. And he cried out in ecstasy as the metal ring dragged across his prostate again and again and again, sending him into orbit. His pelvis shuddered and his cock fired off?blanks this time, as there was no more cum inside him. But beyond the dull ache in his balls, he still saw and felt the fireworks.
* * * *
It had gone well with Rob. Very well. Luther couldn't wait to try it with Keith. After lunch he walked as fast as he could to the Cape May beach.
"It's Keith's day off. He's probably at home," Luther was told.
Luther knew where Keith lived?in a converted garage behind a bungalow on Fow Avenue, out toward the marshes on the town's west end. He walked over there from the beach. He hadn't seen Keith since before he got his cock ring. They always wanted to fuck when they saw each other, and Luther didn't want to have the tension between them if he couldn't fuck. But he knew that would just make it better for both of them when Luther had his new cock ring and could use it.
He slowed his pace as he turned off Grant onto Fow. There was a fancy car parked up there near Keith's place. Luther didn't know what it was until he got close enough to read the writing on the car, but he really knew it was a Jaguar before he got there. He walked slowly down the bungalow's driveway, and, not wanting to embarrass himself, he went around to the side of the small building and looked in the window before knocking at the door.
Keith was inside, in an upholstered chair?but not in the chair the way a normal person would sit. He was reversed, with his shoulders on the front edge and his head and arms arched back toward the floor. His legs were raised and spread above the back of the chair. The older, rich-looking guy Keith had introduced as Ham from Charleston, South Carolina, was standing on a stool behind the chair, holding Keith's legs spread with his hands gripping Keith's ankles, and fucking down into Keith with a long, long thin cock.
Luther's hand involuntarily went down to his own basket. He was a lot thicker, but he might not be much longer than this guy. Each time the cock went in all the way, the man took the root between two fingers and revolved it in Keith's hole. Luther could hear the cries of Keith's ecstasy and passion through the window. Luther well knew what sounds Keith made when he was being well fucked. He watched with added disappointment when he saw Ham's cock come all of the way out of Keith's hole. He had a big cock ring in the head?just like Luther now had.
Luther's wouldn't be anything new for Keith.
Luther couldn't take his eyes away from the tableau. Keith was in a position Luther had never seen?or even imagined?before. He wanted to fuck Keith that way too. He was struck by what a small, light figure Keith was, although well-muscled in his compact package, when the old man leaned down and pulled Keith out of the chair, gathered him in his arms, and walked him over to a bed. He laid Keith down on his back, with one leg descending to the floor and the other one running up the tall, thin man's chest. Ham fucked Keith in long, long slides while Keith arched his back and moaned. He then turned Keith onto his belly, rotating him on the buried cock, and continued fucking him from behind.
Then Ham had his Demetevler Escort (http://etlikcivciv.com/ad-category/demetevler-escort/) cock half way out, taking slow slides, and Luther could tell that he was punishing Keith's prostate with the cock ring. He could tell that because Keith was making the same ultimate-pleasure sounds that Rob had made for Luther when Luther was practicing on Rob the gift he had wanted to give Keith himself. Luther had wanted to be the first to give this gift to Keith because it had been Keith's idea that he get a cock ring. Keith raised his pelvis to give Ham just the right angle on his prostate and then, with Ham holding his waist firmly in his hands, Keith was writhing and crying out?and ejaculating up onto Ham's belly. Ham kept on fucking; not bad stamina for a man that old, Luther thought, not wanting to admire him but unable to be unfair about it.
When Luther had finally had enough and turned away, the last vision he had was of Keith's weight supported on his shoulders on the carpet at the base of the foot of the bed. His back was rising up the bed and his legs were spread wide. Ham was holding them there and fucking down into Keith's channel, again in those long, long slides.
Boy did Luther want Keith to let him fuck him in those positions. And he wanted Keith to cry out for him the way he was crying out for that old dude, Ham.
But this wasn't a day for Luther to be visiting Keith, he decided. And now he didn't wonder what Keith had been doing while waiting for Luther's cock to heal from having the cock ring piercing Keith had suggested.
Despondent and confused about whether Keith was still his special friend, Luther walked back up the driveway and down Fow Avenue. As he walked, a guy passed him on a bike. He stopped the bike and turned and looked at Luther. He was a sweet little trick, Luther thought. Small and compact, like Keith. But dark and with black curly hair on his head and on his chest and arms, unlike Keith's light blond hair. He was wearing just a Speedo and tennis shoes?probably being on his way to the beach. He smiled at Luther, and although Luther felt anything but happy, he couldn't help smiling back.
Luther wondered if the guy could put his body in interesting positions like Keith did for Ham when he was fucked. The thought made Luther go hard again, although he hadn't gone completely flaccid yet from watching Keith and Ham doing those contortions.
The young man turned on his bike and peddled away. But he was waiting for Luther at the entrance of a seaside park that led down to the ocean, with a wooden-deck walkway running between a tidal basin on one side and a stand of trees separating the park from the adjacent residential section on the other side.
He stood there, straddling his bike, and smiling as Luther approached.
"Hey, aren't you Luther Waters?" The young man asked as Luther reached him.
"Yeah sure, I am," Luther answered.
"I'm a cook at the H
Rob threw his head back and mouthed a silent scream of ecstasy as he shot his load. It was a weak spurt this time, but it had been the third time. Each prolonged visit of the cock ring to the prostate had caused him to ejaculate. His balls ached from the frequent demands on them, but each time he had been aroused to glorious heights.
Luther sank his cock deep again. "Bouncy, Bouncy, Squeak, Squeak," he chortled as he made the bed springs sing for him in his hard, deep pounding. Then he too was throwing his head back and yowling, ejaculated, and collapsed on top of the older man.
"Like my new dickhead?" He whispered, as he embraced Rob closely in the dark room.
"Oh, god, yes, I like it just fine."
"I promised you'd be the first one. And you are. I like it too. I can feel that you really like it. That makes me happy."
"I'm glad I'm the first. It's a great gift, Luther."
"You paid for it."
"And it's worth every penny. I'll come any time you call me, Luther. I'm lost to you. I'm leaving my cell phone number and anytime you want me, just . . . Oh, holy shit!"
Luther had drawn the cock out to just inside Rob's entrance again and was dragging the cock ring across his prostate for a fourth time. Rob dug in his heels and raised his pelvis to give Luther the perfect angle. And he cried out in ecstasy as the metal ring dragged across his prostate again and again and again, sending him into orbit. His pelvis shuddered and his cock fired off?blanks this time, as there was no more cum inside him. But beyond the dull ache in his balls, he still saw and felt the fireworks.
* * * *
It had gone well with Rob. Very well. Luther couldn't wait to try it with Keith. After lunch he walked as fast as he could to the Cape May beach.
"It's Keith's day off. He's probably at home," Luther was told.
Luther knew where Keith lived?in a converted garage behind a bungalow on Fow Avenue, out toward the marshes on the town's west end. He walked over there from the beach. He hadn't seen Keith since before he got his cock ring. They always wanted to fuck when they saw each other, and Luther didn't want to have the tension between them if he couldn't fuck. But he knew that would just make it better for both of them when Luther had his new cock ring and could use it.
He slowed his pace as he turned off Grant onto Fow. There was a fancy car parked up there near Keith's place. Luther didn't know what it was until he got close enough to read the writing on the car, but he really knew it was a Jaguar before he got there. He walked slowly down the bungalow's driveway, and, not wanting to embarrass himself, he went around to the side of the small building and looked in the window before knocking at the door.
Keith was inside, in an upholstered chair?but not in the chair the way a normal person would sit. He was reversed, with his shoulders on the front edge and his head and arms arched back toward the floor. His legs were raised and spread above the back of the chair. The older, rich-looking guy Keith had introduced as Ham from Charleston, South Carolina, was standing on a stool behind the chair, holding Keith's legs spread with his hands gripping Keith's ankles, and fucking down into Keith with a long, long thin cock.
Luther's hand involuntarily went down to his own basket. He was a lot thicker, but he might not be much longer than this guy. Each time the cock went in all the way, the man took the root between two fingers and revolved it in Keith's hole. Luther could hear the cries of Keith's ecstasy and passion through the window. Luther well knew what sounds Keith made when he was being well fucked. He watched with added disappointment when he saw Ham's cock come all of the way out of Keith's hole. He had a big cock ring in the head?just like Luther now had.
Luther's wouldn't be anything new for Keith.
Luther couldn't take his eyes away from the tableau. Keith was in a position Luther had never seen?or even imagined?before. He wanted to fuck Keith that way too. He was struck by what a small, light figure Keith was, although well-muscled in his compact package, when the old man leaned down and pulled Keith out of the chair, gathered him in his arms, and walked him over to a bed. He laid Keith down on his back, with one leg descending to the floor and the other one running up the tall, thin man's chest. Ham fucked Keith in long, long slides while Keith arched his back and moaned. He then turned Keith onto his belly, rotating him on the buried cock, and continued fucking him from behind.
Then Ham had his Demetevler Escort (http://etlikcivciv.com/ad-category/demetevler-escort/) cock half way out, taking slow slides, and Luther could tell that he was punishing Keith's prostate with the cock ring. He could tell that because Keith was making the same ultimate-pleasure sounds that Rob had made for Luther when Luther was practicing on Rob the gift he had wanted to give Keith himself. Luther had wanted to be the first to give this gift to Keith because it had been Keith's idea that he get a cock ring. Keith raised his pelvis to give Ham just the right angle on his prostate and then, with Ham holding his waist firmly in his hands, Keith was writhing and crying out?and ejaculating up onto Ham's belly. Ham kept on fucking; not bad stamina for a man that old, Luther thought, not wanting to admire him but unable to be unfair about it.
When Luther had finally had enough and turned away, the last vision he had was of Keith's weight supported on his shoulders on the carpet at the base of the foot of the bed. His back was rising up the bed and his legs were spread wide. Ham was holding them there and fucking down into Keith's channel, again in those long, long slides.
Boy did Luther want Keith to let him fuck him in those positions. And he wanted Keith to cry out for him the way he was crying out for that old dude, Ham.
But this wasn't a day for Luther to be visiting Keith, he decided. And now he didn't wonder what Keith had been doing while waiting for Luther's cock to heal from having the cock ring piercing Keith had suggested.
Despondent and confused about whether Keith was still his special friend, Luther walked back up the driveway and down Fow Avenue. As he walked, a guy passed him on a bike. He stopped the bike and turned and looked at Luther. He was a sweet little trick, Luther thought. Small and compact, like Keith. But dark and with black curly hair on his head and on his chest and arms, unlike Keith's light blond hair. He was wearing just a Speedo and tennis shoes?probably being on his way to the beach. He smiled at Luther, and although Luther felt anything but happy, he couldn't help smiling back.
Luther wondered if the guy could put his body in interesting positions like Keith did for Ham when he was fucked. The thought made Luther go hard again, although he hadn't gone completely flaccid yet from watching Keith and Ham doing those contortions.
The young man turned on his bike and peddled away. But he was waiting for Luther at the entrance of a seaside park that led down to the ocean, with a wooden-deck walkway running between a tidal basin on one side and a stand of trees separating the park from the adjacent residential section on the other side.
He stood there, straddling his bike, and smiling as Luther approached.
"Hey, aren't you Luther Waters?" The young man asked as Luther reached him.
"Yeah sure, I am," Luther answered.
"I'm a cook at the H