I’ve never been into accessories when it comes to sex. But I get the need to spice things up from time to time.
Yesterday, I ran errands ISO a new printer/copier/fax. Armed with tunnel vision, I didn’t notice the tasty morsel standing in front of me. Well, I did notice in that he blocked the item I hoped to buy, so I had to ask him to move. He apologized and from there we struck up a convo about office machines and how they’re supposed to make your life easier, but in the end, we become so dependent on them that when something goes wrong, life only becomes more difficult.
Owen could relate. He was looking to buy a new laser printer, but the new machines cost more than he wanted to spend. I had an idea – I was getting rid of mine, if he wanted to give me say, one-hundred bucks for it, I’d let him have it, plus I’d throw in an extra developer cartridge that I hadn’t even opened. Him buying the machine would save me the hassle of selling it online or taking it to a recycling center. I assured him the only reason I was looking to upgrade to this combo was to cut back on space in my office.
He helped me carry this monstrosity from the store to my car and from my car to my apartment. Once inside, he checked out the printer, saw it was the real deal and agreed to take it off my hands. As I prepared to get the printer cleaned up, he ducked behind the desk to unplug the cord and it was then that I got a great view of his ass.
He had a hairless bubblelicious booty with a butt plug plunged deep in his anus.
Owen quickly pulled his pants up, hoping I didn’t see. He blushed, tried to make a hasty exit, but I assured him that was cool with me, I definitely understood that need. He thought I was kidding until I opened the secret drawer in my coffee table, which revealed not only condoms and lube, but also a couple choice sex toys that some old tricks have left me to guard.
Owen stared at me, perplexed. He hadn’t until that moment made the connection that I might be gay. To prove that we were on the same team, or at least that we both like anal pleasures, I walked right up to him, put my arm around his waist. He resisted for a nanosecond as I slid my hand down the back of his pants and tugged the butt plug gently.
With my hand down his pants, securely holding onto the plug, I knew Owen couldn’t / wouldn’t move away from me; as I slowly started to push and pull it, rotating it slightly in his ass, he decided he no longer wanted to escape. Owen was thrilled to be in this position.
I was glad to have him. Five foot eight inches tall, developed forearms, a good upper body, short dirty blonde hair, nice chin and lips. He was what I’d call a newbie to
Los Angeles, the really sexy before picture, before the scene takes over if you let it.
Owen wondered aloud he should probably leave. I surmised there was someone waiting at home for him, someone who told him to keep this plug inside of him all day. I promised Owen I wasn’t going to remove the plug, we could definitely work around it. He was intrigued. Holding onto to the plug, I led him backwards into my bedroom, but not before grabbing my camera. Was he okay with that? So long as I didn’t capture his face, he was cool.
I pulled Owen onto the bed, rolled him on his stomach, lifted his mid-section. I unbuttoned his jeans with my free hand, slid them down, leaving them tangled around his feet as I continued to twist and pump his tight, tight ass with the plug. With an unimpeded shot of his butt, I could see this wasn’t an introductory plug, the way it crested, it had to have been the size of an orange.
Owen removed his shirt, but before he could slip it off his head, I took the long sleeves and tied his arms together. He looked at me wondering what he was in for, but when he saw my playful and not crazy psycho expression, he grinned, he knew I would take care of him, which is what a guy who wears a butt plug around during the day is after, no?
I pushed him onto his side and sidled up next to him in bed. We kissed, his soft skin on his face felt nice, he only had a few splotchy areas of stubble. I looked at his body, he was basically hairless, the only fuzz I found were his trimmed pubes, he knew exactly what I was thinking, he told me he was 22 and that all the men in his family were like smooth.
I moved down to his pecs, which were firm and small. He explained he was bulking up as I kissed my way down his happy trail and reached his dick, slightly curved with a mushroom head, seven inches with a birthmark on the side.
As I blew him, I played with the butt plug inside his ass. With every plunging motion I made with my hand, his cock hardened, grew, leaked inside my mouth. I was sorely tempted to take the plug out and replace it with my cock, but true to my word, I decided this boy, who was always being controlled at home, would finally get some real pleasure of his own.
I sucked him off for the next hour, bringing him as close as could be to cumming before reverting to playing with his ass, tweaking his nipples, kissing. Man, he was edging like a mofo. Every time I’d go down and sense he was about to blow, I pulled back. He writhed in absolute ecstasy as I sucked and shot pictures of his beautiful body splayed out on the bed, ass in the air, cock on top, legs pulled back to his shoulders with the plug moving back and forth on its own.
Then as I also found myself extremely worked up, I fed my cock into his mouth and vice-versa, while still plunging his toy in and out of his hole, keeping it just barely inside, but really pushing hard on the way in until he and I could hold it no longer and at the last possible moment, I retreated from his mouth and I moved my face aside from his cock and our seed coated his chest, some of it colliding mid-air.
Afterwards, I lay next to him on the bed, exhausted, my jaw sore. Owen thanked me, but he had to go, he had a long drive. I offered to send pictures to him, but he said it’d be better if I kept them here, would that be okay? Sure. I didn’t mind, maybe he’d be back for them someday.
Anytime, Owen. Anytime.
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