Let Me Do The Honors
Date: 10/13/2023,
Categories:
Gay Male,
Author: bytchina85
Andy was ready.
The father of three and I talked via Bigger City for four years when one Friday he sent me a message stating that he enjoyed playing with his anus.
"I ordered this toy off Amazon," he said, explaining how it hooks onto his huge balls with an attached applicator that's designed to stimulate his prostate. "The thing has volume control of three tenses: slow, medium and fast. I'm addicted to fast."
He showed a picture of the device and I checked it out online, seeing videos of guys using it and shooting copious amounts of cum without even touching the penis.
"That's exactly what happened," he told me when I mentioned the effect to him, as he seemed giddy. "I can only imagine how the real thing feels."
I saw that statement and could only think that there was no way me, at six feet, and 270 lbs., could produce that much psi to make him jizz like that, but I'd enjoy trying. Andy was coming at me requesting I be his "first time," as he was a top until this new discovery.
"You can consider yourself versatile, " I tried convincing him.
"Not so sure Chris. I like that way of shooting much better than jerking off or entering a guy," he responded as now he seemed converted.
We texted back and forth discussing him finally coming over, as we talked for years of just hanging out, having beers and doing threesomes with common bottoms, but with school age children, that wasn't always feasible. He for sure couldn't host as they knew their father was ...
... gay, but he didn't want to bring playmates to the house of respect for them.
"How about Saturday night I come over," he suggested.
"Tomorrow? Hell yeah, I don't have any plans," I told him as I was rock hard from watching the videos.
I had to remind him that I was single and free, and just waiting on the opportunity to bump uglies with him as somehow I knew this day would come. I even added some allure to the meet as I threatened to have candles and wine waiting for him when he got to my place.
"Guess you're making this quite easy," he said to me, as I just wanted nothing more than my buddy to have a great maiden voyage.
We lived in the same neighborhood even, as when we first chatted I was living down in Norfolk, Virginia, working for the IRS when a couple years later the gods saw my sexual perils and upgraded me in pay by giving me a better position at The Department of Treasury in D.C., in which I would buy a beautiful home in Fredericksburg, from which I commuted to and from each day.
"I'm so thankful for your patience," he messaged me Saturday morning as I hit the grocery store, then completed all chores so I could dedicate time fully to him when he arrived. "I'm sooo ready. The kids are away with friends for the remainder of the weekend. So if you don't mind, I'd like to stay the night with you?"
"Bring me that ass, and we'll discuss," I told him.
1:30 p.m. he rung my doorbell, and I'd see Andy dressed comfortably in a polo shirt, cargo shorts and ...