I should have said this…

“So stand up, Sugar, and give yourself a little fluff, I want to see how they are hanging” as I do so and Sammie is all eyes on my penis and testicles. Taking a step back and looking around and all over. “How’s it feel? Plumper? Bigger? More manly, honey?” And by fucking golly my cock DOES feel plumper – literally like I had just pumped myself, and bigger as a result AND more manly. It’s, seriously, like a DIFFERENT AND BRAND NEW COCK. Sigh. What I’ve always wanted. Thank you Lord.

“Okay, hold still, I’d like to get some more in” which then seemed like an eternity – BUT WHO FUCKING CARES – as he shot up my dick and balls. I felt like ONE MILLION dollars.

“Okay, baby, that’s it” as Sammie steps away. “Let’s show your Honey how pretty you are, huh, Baby?” as he leads me to a mirror so I can see as well.

Fucking hell. I have to say. HOT. I’d fucking do me in a HEARTBEAT…it’s not that I’m youthful looking again…but I am… it’s not that I’m more handsome, but he made me look that way, subtly…I couldn’t pick one thing out if I had to…it was just an aura around me….Hair, arms, pits. I turned and saw my ass and ass lips and I look so just fucked I would have gotten hard again, but my cock was so large, swinging free like that, held up by their massive 'new' balls.

“Holy Hell.”

Tommy and Sammie just laughed. “Glad you like it Sugar. I want to hear all about what happens with this straight man, and you promise Sammie, if he don’t none jump into you bed and take you right there and then, you let me know, as I got a nice machete here that’ll teach him some sense…

I was so happy, I didn’t even mind as Tommy brought the torture chamber over to me. I took it and started to put my larger anatomy in there…’you may need to expand it a bit later, but I can stuff things in for now” which I do. Why did I volunteer for this continued Sado masochism? Because, my friends, this simple and ancient in concept, 'chastity belt' has brought me such a world of good, that no way was I letting it go until it was no longer needed….which, was to be shortly….
 
“So do you have any idea of how significant today was?” as I admire my new self in the mirror back at TJs…”Nope, don’t know, don’t care, all is good with me” and I honestly didn’t.

Tommy shook his head and led me to his bed to sit. “Ethan, you hit one of the final stages today, you realize that, right?” as I look into the face of my friend who has done so very much for me…”Well, I look hot, which is totally cool. And my dick is fucking bigger, which rocks. So, yeah – got it.” And I look back at the mirror. Vanity at this stage can be understood.

“No, fuckwad. What happened today. That’s huge.” I look at him, “you mean the injections for the ‘just fucked’ look?”, which I, for one, can’t wait to see again…

“Oh my god, some times I wonder how you make it through life. Ethan. Listen to me. Today you came. On your own., while I was fucking you. No hands, no stimulation, no hard on…just jizz dripping from you as you screamed in esctacy. DO YOU REALIZE how AWESOME that made me feel? How SPECIAL? That MY cock in you made you cum? Dude, it’s one of the final STAGES. You make ANY man a complete hero when you cum just by being with him. Imagine when you cum for Ted? How pumped will he feel – the answer is AWEOME, like a demi-god…which is what all of this has been about. Okay, so PAY ATTENTION, it should happen more frequently now that the first time is done with. So, KEEP YOUR hands busy on our man. He needs to know it was just his cock getting you to heaven, got it?”

And fucking hell if it all didn’t just make sense. Damn. The deprivation. The learning to like new things. The deferring to my man on anything. The weights, the fucks, the lessons learned…all made sense. I knew how to please a man – and WELL….and I looked as good as a man can be to another straight guy…I knew how to do it…

“Have I graduated? Am I ready, do I can ditch this fucking contraption?” Tommy smiled, a nice smile. A rare one.

“Not just yet, We have Only Fans to feed and you just got to this stage, you need to keep it going. I’ll tell you now what I couldn’t tell you before….I'd like you to cum while you are pleasing your wife, and I’d like you to cum when you are orally taking care of Ted. For each occasion, might be tomorrow or next week, who knows – make sure your hands are accounted for. Both of these lovers need to know they did this to you with their bodies alone.” I nod to his serious expression.

“Now, some final stage props which I’ve been waiting for this occasion to share with you…”
 
I’m thinking what can be more of a staged prop that an artificially plumped cock (I LOVE IT!!) and some artificially inflated and dyed puffy ass rings for the ‘just fucked look’ (which I also LOVE)…and you might be thinking, what’s the big fucking deal about that?? Which is reasonable, so I asked it, and it was then explained to me, give or take like this:

“Men, from caveman times, are built to fuck girls and breed them, making them have babies to propagate the species. We, as a species, did not use to be monogamous…more collective. So we’d all bang cavegirl(s) to get her knocked up…and to get off – same as today. And, being competitive men that we are, but want to make sure that OUR SWIMMERS HAVE EVERY COMPETITIVE ADVANTAGE in the race to THE BIG EGG….So, let’s go with God, but could have been others, perhaps, decided that when Caveman Joe came, then that would trigger Caveman Steve to also immediately ejaculate so that Joe and Steve’s swimmers (sperm) had an equal chance of reaching the egg at the same time. That left the egg to accept the stongest swimmer/sperm, thus survival of the fittest. If Joe Cavemen as passed out and drunk off his gord, that left Caveman Steve to impregnate the cavegirl. So, we learned to fuck together and cum together and as a result, when you are with your modern day buddy and he cums (or she, truth be told), we immediately cum at the same time too. It's just biology…it also explains the need for and significant of the Eau de Cum. You want to trigger your man to compete, and nothing makes a man competitive like a catch-up fuck…for the swimmers sake, or course…hence, also, the emphasis on the ‘just fucked look”.

I just sat there. Amazed. Do people actually know this? It so makes sense. Where was I when this knowledge was passed around…

But anyway, enough with school. You’ll want to know about the ‘late stage’ props…
 
It seems that I had progressed enough so Tommy could clue me in as to what was going on, which I guess was good to know. Rather than operating in the dark…but not sure I wanted to know what he had decided I needed to do.

“See Ethan, Ted sees you are a buddy. A guy to drink beer with and watch the game…but you also provide relief to him, which he’s happy about and happy for you to either enjoy or not…that’s on you. But what he doesn’t think of you as is a bed mate. It’s ‘too gay’ or ‘queer’ or irrelevant as he has a perfectly satisfactory real life cunt there for his caveman abuse as needed. Right?”

I nod, Good so far, but I’m always a little leery there Tommy ‘explains’ things to me…

“So, how you will play this is, you will get him to look at you as a fuck toy, but someone else’s fuck toy. They are shooting you full of sperm and his guys aren’t even given a chance, which just isn’t fair. So you need to let him fuck you exclusively for a bit to let his guys catch up and get the 'cavegirl' pregnant. Copy? Easy peasy, really.”

“But, Tommy, isn’t that what we’ve been doing all along, trying to get Ted to WANT to fuck me, what’s the fucking difference? Why the month of torture, for fuck’s sake” as I see the return of Tommy’s evil smile and a shake of his head. He gets up and walks to his office area and opens a cabinet on the wall, which has some sort of Pareto diagram. “Come over here”

And he talks me through the literal acts of the last few weeks.

“See, here, you started working on your legs, and here you fucked with focus only on your guy – decent milestone that was, here you pleasured your wife and here you reached this step….blah, blah, blah…and here is where you get Ted to see you as a fuckable man, and here is when he fucks you.” Which got my attention. “We have QUITE a bit of work to do, until then."

“C’mon, lets hit the gym. This review reminds me that we’ve a few guys behind where I want your fuck numbers to be at this point. Here, take another Viagra. Oh, and drop em and bend over so I can touch up your ‘Anal Lip’ gloss”

I know, I know. You’ve read it all before. But we carpooled to the gym, so he ‘educated’ me on the way. He wanted extra focus on the legs (as if they’d been ignored) and extra focus on my butt… Your butt has to be SUPREME for next week and we only have a few days to perfect it…so work with me. Then you need to get fucked, and I’ll look for some not so skilled dudes to teach you how to make them feel good. Studs you got down solid. Dorks you can work on.

So we worked out and then hit the showers. TJ had his measuring tape and stopped me at the shower area, where only curtains kept the individual showers and the users private…”hang your towel there and let’s wait for some action” as he nods to a hook for my towel.

And see, I was LONG past the shame or inhibition of wearing a cock cage. It was so routine now. “Training” worked for some other flimsy excuses covered the inevitable glances. The sheer truth was also used. I just didn’t care. I was comfortable with who I was. But, a man in a cock cage naked at the gym is an odd site—one I haven’t seen since, but would like to so as to be able to give encouragement and points…anyway. So we’re standing there, me naked being measured by TJ, who has his towel around his waist. One guy, hot enough, comes in, stares, chooses to ignore us, and goes into his stall to shower. Whatever.

The next guy, was a bit of a shocker. Tall, built, handsome. Trim, definite visible penis line under the towel. I’m not looking at his face, but he stops, I presume to look at my cock cage, but I don’t mind either way, I want a fuck dude…I give him some gratuitous frontal then ass flashes. Tommy looks at him and offers, ‘Don’t mind him. He’s training to take his lover's large cock and he’s looking for practice.” True enough, nothing to me…

“Ethan?” and I turn. Oh fuck. First time for this. I should have been expecting it, but holy hell, this is fucking Steve, from work….

“Oh hey Steve” Play it cool. Yeah, sure.

“Umm…what’s going on? What’s that thing on your dick?”

TJ steps in. “He’s training. I am his trainer. That’s a cock cage, which is teaching him deprivation. He’s a few weeks into being able to please – anal fuck, I mean, a real man, and I’m taking measurements to check his physical progress, while we wait for a nice guy like yourself who wants to help out and fuck him.” As he extends his tape measure to my ass “See, he’s at 38” bubble ass, which is a full 3 inches bigger than when we started. He’s getting real good, pleasing men, that is…any interest in teaching Ethan what you know, about fucking, I mean?” and he looks at a started (no doubt) Steve…

“Um, we work together. Like, I know him.” He turns to me. “I didn’t know you were into this, man, you should have said.” As if…like that comes up…

“Look, Steve is it, well Ethan is nearing the end of his training and he is one SUPREME fuck right now, so if you want in, this is your best chance…”

I should be dying of embarrassment…but I’m not. All true. What he just said…

“Umm, like sure, but here? Is it safe? “ as he looks around. I look over at him. Okay, you’ve trained to make men comfortable, happy, relieved, feeling like GOD…you got this.

“Steve, man, I always had the hots for you…” I glance as is VDL, which is getting more noticeable. “Let me get your hard so you can do your thing while TJ keeps an eye out for us, Hmmm?” As I drop to my knees, taking Steve’s towel with him. And Jesus, Stevie’s a BIG BOY…6” or 7” flaccid…bound to be fucking off the charts, hard.

“Nice cock, buddy, you must stretch out a lot of chicks with that” as I put his tip, lubed with precum, into my mouth. He didn’t stand a chance as I work him well, getting him fully hard. And he was a big boy, as I let him know in between breaths. Deep throating this was the hardest I ever did, but I did it like it was nothing. Deep, all the way in, no coughing, no gaging like non-pros (wusses) do. In, down, tongue on each and every slow half inch as my lips meet his pubes, and then slow drag back up, Steve rising to his toes as I get to his tip. Yep, HEIGHTENED sensitivity. TJ hands me the lube, which I apply to Steve’s cock and then to my ass, parting my lips as I bend over, giving Steve the money shot…that Just Fucked look of my ass lips…more precum oozed out, and Steve steps in and lines his cock up.

“Go easy on me, baby, that’s a monster cock…” as I prepare him for the complaints he expects…’Stop” or “Take it out” or “give me a minute to adjust”, but nope, not this highly trained, highly motivated fucker…He glides in as I push out to him, moving my ass onto him so his, what. 10” is embedded in me.

“You are so tight” and I move back and forth, leading him into a very surprised fuck session…no waiting, no complaining…”Your make me feel so good, Steve, I fell so full, pound me, oh, baby, just like that, yes, oh, man, you are good, ahhhh ahhhh, ahhh, for effect, only it wasn’t really just for effect. “I’m gonna cum, man, cum with me, deep, pound that monster cock in me, oh shit I’m cumming!!!” and spooge oozes out of my cock, again, through the cage and drips to the floor. Fucking hell. As I give Steve a second to finish his shoots, telling him how good he is and what a pro fucker he is, ‘god, you fucked the cum outta me, buddy’.

Then I had a moment after that high, and it was a high, I saw shower boy, dick in hand, mouth open, staring…..and it was a decent enough cock. I winked at him, which made him shoot his load. See, I’d have invited him to enjoy sloppy seconds…but hey, Steve was still enjoying his post cum high… still in me…so wouldn’t have been respectful to suggest more might be desired….see, I learned me good!
 
Can't believe I missed this when you started posting. I loved the start of the story but then it took a - let's say interesting turn that I didn't find quite so horny. Please keep it up. I for one will certainly keep reading to see how it ends.
 
“Hey man, you around, I want to show you my new toy” texts Ted…Toy? Has to be a sex toy!!!…I wish, I hope, pleeeeeeeease be a sex toy…”Sure, be right over”

It’s a typical early Spring day. Warm enough for shorts. I have a T shirt on over my bulge – hard to imagine that I haven’t seen Ted since I got my cage...well, I saw him in passing, but hard to believe the focus of so much of my attention has been absent. Guess he’s been getting laid well enough to not need me, which is cool for him. And, well, we’re getting to the end stage, TJ promises, so no need to bring him up to speed so to speak. 'If it aint broke, don’t fix it.' I’m not embarrassed at my situation, so to speak…but it is strange, and Ted can be funny…so if I can accomplish my goal and avoid this discussion, perhaps it is something we will laugh about together as we enjoy post coital bonding years from now…or that was my plan, anyway.

Ted wasn’t in his usual spots: garage, hall, den, nowhere actually, that I could see. I am usually quiet, just in case, but I gave a tentative, sotto voiced call “Ted??”

“Out here man” I hear so I head for the back door, where Ted is standing looking at his BIG new toy. So, could be a sex toy if used well…but most people would just call it a hot tub…

“Pretty sweet, don’t you think? My wife won it at work and it just arrived. She hates the things, thinks they are germ central, so this baby – the Oscillator 2000 is ALL mine. Want to join me in a virgin dip?

SWOON. Did he say ‘VIRGIN DIP’, yes, DUMB ASS, I want you to DIP YOUR ANAL FUCK VIRGIN STR8 COCK INTO MY WELL TRAINED HOLE…

Then I realize he means to take a dip in his tub. Sure, why not. Finger in, water is warm enough, bubbles are on…’shorts cool?’ I ask, looking at all of the other neighbors windows in clear sight. No way are we doing any nude dipping, much as I would like to. Except for the cage, of course. Which he doesn’t know about. I strip my shirt off, showing off my worked over torso, leaving my shirt as camouflage over my cage in my navy nylon shorts…I can get in the tub no problem this way…I see him eying me, which is awesome…

“Sure, jump in, let me set this timer” which gets him to turn his back to the control panel, he also is taking his shirt off. I step up to the side and slip under the water, This is nice. He joins me in a pair of white basketball shorts and we catch up.

“Yep, all good here. Wife loving my lovin, work good, we’re talking about kids, which is cool – we, ah, well, actually ‘pulled the goalie’ and are trying for one – but don’t say anything, she’d freak if I told you.” I nod and give him a wink.

“Lots of awesome sex to be had when they get to this stage. It’s all about her thermometer and where her cycle is…then she’ll be on you to fuck her and fuck her again…guess, (said quietly), you won’t be needing me for a bit” I say with a wink and a smile, the knowing around-town guy that I am. Not a problem at all…it is, of course, but I need to make him feel awesome...

“Damn, this tub is hot. You hot? Did I set it too high? Let me lower the temp” as he gets out. It is hot in here. “Yeah, I could see that happening, but with us it’s just the normal nightly fuck fest…so I am a happy man, as you can see no doubt for yourself…” and he smiles that heart stopping smile of his…dripping water and shirtless, adjusting the temperature. He walks over and gets back in but sits on the edge, legs and feet in, ass on the rail. Cock well outlined in nearly see-through shorts…So dark and fucking hot...

“Get out man, you’ll be cooked to soup sitting there, it’s too fucking hot…” so I do what any normal, too hot (temperature) guy would do and rise up and join my buddy on the rail. All is good for a moment as we chat, my shorts stuck to my legs and glad to be cooling…balls are appreciative of the heat respite as well…my balls which are tucked into this crazy black carbon fiber cage….

“Dude, what the fuck is that?” as Ted gets up and walks over to the odd ribbed softball of a crotch of mine, clearly some sort of thing with the lock pointing out like some freakish genital wart. He reaches out and touches my cage…now, you should note…I have been dreaming of Ted reaching out and touching my cock. He would admire it as the phenomenal tool that it is and he'd finally admit that he wants me, too…but, as he reaches out to boldly (like my fantasy), and like only a man cock sure of himself, sure that his buddy wanted him to fiddle with his joy stick, maybe frott cocks…man to man...

Instead, he grabs it and squeezes it, yielding…nothing. “Stand the fuck up” which I am too paralyzed to do, so he puts his hands in my pits and lifts me into the water and reaches down, pulls down my shorts exposing my cock and cage…then he lifts me again, hands in my pits, back onto the rail. And looks at me. Exposed for all to see. Somehow how not the hot desirable cock exposing, "I'll show you mine..." that I was yearning for...

“Explain”.

And I mean, it’s bad, but well, not so bad is it? Do I say it’s all for him, or is that premature…perhaps not the best time to explain how I’ve locked my cock up and get fucked regularly by strange guys so that I can learn to be a better lover for him…Take his cock in my ass like a super tight vagina? Maybe not the perfect time...

“ha, you caught me – funny that” as I play for time. Fuck…he doesn’t seem to see the humor.

“doing it for the wife, old boy…doing it for the wife” which earns me an incredulous face smirk and hand gesture…”how?”

So I explain about my historical oral under achievements and how I needed this thing to force myself to get her off…”Dude, I’ve never even seen your dick, is it like that small that it can’t get her vaginally to an orgasm”, as he peers at the mess of anatomy in the ‘teenie tiny cock box’. It looks so small and insignificant…And how I have longed for his wanting to look at my cock…to wonder about it. To care about it…and me…his seeing me, naked in all of my manhood, ready to serve him…I just never would have wanted this milestone, so important to me, to be such a fucked up situation….

“Oh, no” I begin nervously. “She gets off on my cock, at least I thought she did – she never complained (Ha! Ha!) or anything. I just wanted to give her multiple orgasms. Which we’re doing now. I can get her through 3 at least then it’s been as good as five, which I am really proud of…”

“Stop right there. You are embarrassing yourself and you don’t even know it. Dude – women should orgasm 3 or 4 times a night on your cock, or you are not doing it properly. If you are stimulating her orally, she should be hitting the dozen mark….dude, did you miss sex ed or what, you suck, apparently as a fucker and as a vaginal oral expert. But I am being harsh. I am sorry. Dude –” he looks sympathetically at me, warmth in his eyes. “That’s so super cool of you and so good for your relationship with her, I am so happy for you both. Keep at it – I get the cage thing, I guess, but keep at it orally, even you should be able to get her off more. And damn, you can suck the living soul out of my cock, amazing that those skills don’t transfer to a vagina. But keep it up, man, good for you…”

And so the humiliation ended…

But doesn’t he see that a vagina will never be for me what his cock is? That paragon on bestiality? Raw, unfettered sex? Man. All man.
 
“You did WHAT?” TJ was a little, well, pissed when I told him about the hot tub situation. I thought, really, that it was no big deal…he did not agree. He went to his closet and pulled out his bag of props from earlier in the week. “Ethan, this is serious, You’ve set your relationship WAY back with Ted. He now thinks you are 1) a freak, 2) orally committed to your wife and 3) too much of a dude to be a fuck target. This calls for the big guns…”

Well, the big guns are lingerie. Didn’t see that coming, did you. Nor did I, frankly…

“Oh, stop it, Ethan, WHY do I have to explain everything to you! We need to pique his feminine interest in you, then slam him with the jealousy card, then get him to take possession…this will start that, lead to the next and end with him dicking you hard. We just need to play it out. So here is what we will do.

Ugh, I hate plans…they never work well for me. This one did, but I didn’t know that at the time.

A few days later, Ted texts a time, in his usual cocky way. ‘2:15’ was it. And I’m ready, reviewing the plan as I have dozens of times (and each day daily with TJ when I get my pills).

“I’m in town with TJ, he’s just finishing up his thing, should be up there in about 20, that good? Which I literally cut and pasted from TJ’s precise instructions. ‘DO NOT DEVIATE, DO NOT FUCK THIS UP.’

I step into my new panties (manties they are called)…they are built for gay men (or whatever persuasion that happens to like white satin panties built to fit a man’s anatomy…) and I’m a little mixed about them, but TJ made me swear to do as he said to ‘save the situation’. He’s touched up my “anal lips” after dragging me back to Sammie…and more shots all around…I am about as tricked out as I can be, as I admire my round bubble ass in my panties in the mirror…God, I hope this works….as I slip on these low cut shorts TJ had altered for me…they are designed to be normal looking, but will ride up when I’m bent over…’you’ll see why’…and a white shirt…tight, exposing my chest and inflated (botox’d) nipples…I feel like a cheap gay hooker and it makes me so proud. I am rocking this and truth be told….it was a good look. So I breath deep, do a few last adjustments, review the plan and when ready, head over to Ted’s….exactly 20 minutes per my watch…tapping some water on my forehead for ‘sweat’ as I passed through the kitchen to Ted’s…heart raising at the daring of the plan…

Ted’s upstairs, which is quite typical, and in the hallway, with the floor length mirror. Just as TJ has planned and plotted…I walk up and smile and grab Ted’s crotch, which was swinging, hanging free and inflated -- clearly eager for my oral intentions. “Someone’s eager” and he starts to push down.

“Oh, hey, bud, I just came from TJ and he was really working me over…any change of something quick to drink, I need the fluids…you know, for the, well, I need some water in order to blow you properly, sorry man – just a need” and Ted looks a little skeptical…anything deviating from the norm seems to throw him off, I follow him to the sink.. TJ wants me to ‘trip’ and spill water on myself, but I just can’t bring myself to do it…So I down the glass of water and take my shirt off…which is what the water was supposed to be for, but I knew it wasn’t needed…I grab Ted’s cock again, scooping up his heavy ass balls in his shorts and all is forgiven, as I purr and feel him up properly, allowing him to expand…his hands are at his waist band, ready to drop his shorts and proceed with the action, but I need him by the mirror….”Hmm, man, you smell so good, as I sniff his pits and walk a few steps to the hall…slipping my hands into his pants, moving his hands away, leaving me in control….”I actually have been needing this man, I miss your cock! Ha! Funny right, but it’s such a beautiful cock…” He’s in the hallway now and eyes glazing at the prospect of warm lips working his cock, so he’s overlooking my ‘gay chat shit’ and I lower myself to my knees, his eyes on me, as I take his shorts down. Down, off and tossed to the side. I stand up and raise his shirt over him, my caged cock rubbing his erection…god, I wish it was a frott…and back down to him, running my hands along his nipples, then pleasure trail, then hands onto the cock…

TJ gave me like an insane amount of Viagra’s to chow…like I needed any extra help, but apparently I did…As I bend down to inhale his cock, my back is arched and my pouty ass is in full view of the mirror, His eyes go to it and his dick pumps up more. I see him reach down and finger the panties which are peaking out of my shorts, eyes back on the mirror and my bubble ass…

“Nice panties, they the wife’s? I purposely try and act ashamed….embarrassed…”Don’t be mad, Ted, no…sorry, I just came from TJ and he was…well, he was fucking me and he gets super turned on when I wear these panties he got especially for me…so I just wanted to get here to you because I don’t like to keep you waiting…I didn’t think you’d see the panties…sorry… it’s so embarrassing…And I mouth his cock again. He pushes me away.

“Well, let me see what get this famous dude, off, hmmm…..lose the sorts, shall we?” as he pulls me up and pushes the shorts down. All going better than the plan….these are normal looking panties…tailored with a pouch to hold the cock cage…but frilly and lacy white all the same…Apparently Ted approves, as he pushes me back down refocusing on the sensations in his cock.

And seriously, it’s like a movie scene, TJ and I have practiced it so many times…my legs are crossed and my bubble ass is exposed in the mirror with a slight gap at the crotch in the panties for a glimpse of my ‘just fucked’ lips…I inhale him and go deep throat, accentuating his pleasure at the realization of what he is seeing. “uncross your legs, bitch”, so I do, but I keep my knees the same. “Wider, bitch. I want to see that hole” so I move my knees apart, trembling with nerves, my legs spreading widens the hole in the designed-for-a-man crotchless panties….with my pink ‘just fucked’ hole on full, magnanimous, display….I am pushing out as well, to blow the scales off….Fuck does Ted response to the visual stimulation, piston fucking me…and it’s maybe a minute into his pleasure and I pull up, for air and to gasp, “I’m coming Ted” which I do in massive amounts, dribble all over as he rams his cock back into my mouth and he pumps into me ”holy fucking hell” as he slams hard into my face, blows his load in me intensely, hands on my head. Lots of cum. Everywhere. And breathing. Panting.

And we just stand there…panting…shocked at the intensity of our orgasms. I let Ted’s cock slip out of my mouth and he slips to the floor, next to me. I face plant my head into his lap, keeping my ass open, exposed and needy…

“We need to talk…dude, what the fuck is going on?”
 
“Dude. Your ass looks like a fucked over Parisian hooker” and he wipes his forehead to get the sweat out of his eyes.

“Sorry, Ted. I did say TJ just fucked me, so it must be from that. Is it really noticeable?” as I innocently turn to see my hot ass in the mirror. Pulling my cheeks apart to view my 'just fucked' anal lips. Which are pink...

He’s just sitting there. Part of his inertia is the post coital bliss we are all familiar with…and yearn for. Some is something else.

“Ethan. Listen man’…He puts his fingers through his hair, giving him a very hot, very just-got laid, hot boyish look…

“Look, I need to talk to you about something. And it’s serious. Okay. But before I do…how important is this fucking around you do? I mean, with TJ and your buddy, what’s his name? I mean, it’s cool you like my cock and all, and I understand I don’t own you, but it seems like you are a bit more of a fuck slut then I thought you were, and I can’t talk to you about what I need to talk to you about if that part of your life is really important to you…am I making sense?”

He has this distressed look in his eyes. I feel awful for him, but I have no idea what he’s asking or how I should respond….this was NOT one of the scenarios TJ made me play act out and I’m fucking dying here…fuck, fuck, fuck. I glance at his now flaccid manhood, semi glistening with my spit and his cum…and the smell is raw, bleachy and hot and I want it all over again…this is MY cock and I want it…

“Uhm. Ted, well, TJ is a buddy and we sort of let some of the things we did get out of control, I guess, well, yeah, I mean. He’s a buddy, but he was supposed to be my occasional stress relief and…” I’m just not feeling it. And I got nothing else here…fuck, I hate this.

“What’s the matter, Ted, what do you need from me?”

Ted just looks away, like he is focusing on the far distant horizon and that I was not here, in his lap, naked, exposed and desirous. Fuck.

“See, ah. Well, Ethan. My wife just got an awesome job offer. One she’s been planning for and working for and slaving to get for years…and I really, really, want to support her in this…”

“Okay…That sounds awesome for her, Ted.” As my mind goes beserk with possibilities, good and bad….Is it about the need for ‘too much’ (as if!!) sex or trying to get pregnant? I’m not following what the problem is here…

Ted’s head swivels back to me and he cups my chin in his right fingers. “See, Ethan, the job is on the other coast.”

Shit. BOMBSHELL. He can’t be leaving me!!

“Well…that’s great for her, of course. Great to hear, I’m happy for her…but what about you, how will you make the move out there? Will you sell the house, or maybe rent it or…”

“Whoa there, Ethan. I didn’t say nothing about ME going out there. No way no how can I pick up and leave the business here, not for at least a few more years. No, I’m not going.”

Fuck. So it’s the ‘Big D’…is that what he is saying? But he loves her. The grief on his face is palatable…god, my heart is hurting for him and the pain he must feel.

“I’m sorry man, I know you guys really love each other. This must be so hard for you to bare…leaving her and all will be so hard. The loss of a spouse can be devastating…”

Ted is shaking his head. “Whoa, again, Ethan. I want to support HER going, and SHE wants me to STAY. And to STAY married. We’d fly back and forth every other weekend and we think it’ll work…she just wants to know if you are in?”

Me in? In what? Sounds like I am losing my hard earned cock and losing my as-yet-to-be fuck buddy…”what do you mean” I ask as un-petulantly as I can. I do sound like a spoiled 8 year old…

“My wife knows about us. She says she’s known since like the first time…”

I am shocked. I recoil at the verbal slap to the face. Fuck…this could be the Big D in both houses…

He sees my distress, “Relax man. She’s completely grateful for the respite you give her. She said that her vagina thanks you, for what it’s worth. She wants to know if you’ll be willing to step it up a bit to cover for her. She’d rather have me with you then going stray and getting who knows what…but I can’t even ask you if this slut part of you is too much to give up…your ass looks like 10 guys just plugged you hard and that’s just too fucked up…”

FUCK….you can’t make this shit up…
 
“Wait. What does she mean by “step it up”? I enquire as I look into his beautiful, brownish, greenish, hazelish eyes. He looks away…Awww…he’s nervous.

“You know…like what you were doing with TJ and your other buddies. Like, she thinks the occasional blow job’s not going to be enough for me…and she wants to know if I can get a few proper fucks in to tide me over until she gets back at the weekend…”

I am numb, and my ass is quivering…it could be the botox, it could be the handful of Viagra pills I took. My cock is HURTING in my cage at this unexpected turn in the conversation…wait. He wants to know if HE can fuck a (semi)virginal, innocent me…

Holy shit…as my gay hooker look now looks full-on tawdry…slutty in the worst possible way. This man wants to slip me his dick, with his wife’s permission, and he doesn’t want to BECAUSE I AM TOO MUCH OF A SLUT? This slut, that, BTW, was all TJs idea to get Ted to be jealous to want to FUCK ME…I think of all of the work. The random guys fucking me so I could learn how to fuck amazingly so I could “get” and “keep” this beautiful all-man sex god…who wants an innocent…JEEESSSUUSSS. The leg presses. The raw egg shots. The PANTIES. The fucking shots to my fucking asshole rim! This fucking god-damn cage. Fuck.

I’m pissed. At myself. At TJ and for being so gullible that I was stupid enough to do these freaky things to get this fucking incredible man. I stand up and for the first time, I NEED this fucking cage off me. I am yanking it, but it’s tight, it’s not coming off and it hurts but I have to get this freak thing off, I need to get it off for Ted.

“Whoa, man. Easy, you’ll rip your fucking nuts off” as Ted stands, too and walks to his desk. He comes back and kneels in front of me…How I have wanted to see Ted in this position, eye to eye (his two to my one) with my cock…”should be easy enough to get this lock off” as he unbends a paperclip. “Cheap piece of shit thing this is” and he bends it around a little…I’m incredulous. This is high-tech Swiss made titanium, but he (TED!) has his hand on my taint holding the cock cage and working the clip.

Fuck – liberation wasn’t even a ‘pop’ or a ‘click’, just some force up as Ted worked the clip into the lock and he stands up, with lock in his hand…

“I’ll let you do the honors” as he smiles warmly into my eyes….

“That’s Swiss Titanium.”…He smirks and scowls. “Cheap Chinese more like it…”

I can take my cage off…off my cock. And balls. Free my manhood from captivity…
 
I know. My cock was technically free before when TJ and Sammie were shooting my ass up with botox…but while it was out of the cage, it wasn’t free, per se.

Now, I am standing here, before the most quintessential man I have ever met. He is all man. Brutal sports, hunting, guns, pussy loving, beer drinking, fart out loud and not embarrassed man. He is naked, in all of his masculine beauty. His cock pendulous. His chest tight, firm, shoulders wide, hips and ass solid. And me.

I reach down and remove the cage, tentatively now, as my balls feel a bit abused at the moment. My sack slips out and my cock is now hanging. Swinging free for the first time in weeks. Happy for release, happier at the public unveiling…

“Hey, nice cock man. You are packing. No idea how – and now why, you stuffed that monster into that thing. And your wife wasn’t getting off on that thing? Hard to believe…must be 7”, and nice balls, too. I’ll give you some pointers on getting around her vagina”…his dick is starting to plump a little at the talk/conversation…my cock…whatever, It is fatter than a minute ago.

‘Thanks man. Glad to be free. And yeah. Um. I’m totally fine with giving up fucking around with other dudes if that’s what it takes…I ah, well, I’d really like to help out if I can”.

My cock is at full erection. Traitor. But he just did get free. I take a step, but a swinging erection makes it both more visible and more painful…Ted’s hand reaches out and strokes it…I almost came…

“This boy is happy to be free it looks like” and his cock is plumping up…a lot more, too. Fuck, is this it??? Is this our big moment?

Ted drops my cock and goes to pick up his shorts, showing his hot hairy ass as he slips them on….sigh. Hot moment is passed.

“Look, Ethan. This thing is VERY Much up in the air…she’d not sure she really does want to go, she’s trying to get pregnant, and how does that fit in. I’m not also sure that I want her to leave so I can to stay here…I’d be worried about her on her own and those horn dogs out there….but I wanted to see where you were on this and sounds like it’s something we can talk about, hmm?”

Talk about? What’s to FUCKING Talk About! I am ready to bend over, pull my cheeks apart, push my ass out HARD and ram that huge, massive man cock into me…and he wants to talk. Did I mention that I have a HUGE erection…hormones…nerves, frayed, frazzled and frying.??? Fuck.

So what do I do? Well. I put my shots back on. Stuffing the ‘manties’ into my pocket – definitely going to be burned as evidence in about 5 minutes…

“Hold onto those man. Freaky, but kind of cool in a weird man-slut kind of way. If we end up taking this further…those might be fun for some cost play.”

Whoa, whoa…what’s this backtracking…”if” and “taking this further” I am 100% committed to getting nailed, railed, pinned, stuffed, raped, split by that cock…

Fuck. “Sure thing” as I put on my shirt…these str8 boys are SO hard…and not in that way (always) anyway…
 
God, she looks beautiful. My wife. HOT. She’s in some new sexy see-through top thing, and her tits are just magnificently pert, rounded, upturned. Her figure is rocking and I’m amazed that she’s mine and that I got her to begin with and that I’ve actually been able to keep her. I can tell she’s aroused. The way she moves her legs and is slowly drinking in what she is seeing. You can see the passion being worked over her – she’s ready and I’m definitely getting me some of this…but her eyes aren’t on me. They are looking past me, like I’m not there. But I am there, naked, ROCK HARD and oh so eager to get laid, I can feel my balls churning. She raises her hand, palm upturned and pointer figure extended, such a casual invitation, beckoning to whom she is looking at…I see his hand. I can’t see him, I do not know who it is. But is it definitely a male hand. Large. Firm. Hairy. A man’s hand is coming to her and I see a large flaccid cock enter my vision, then a well-muscled leg and then him. It’s HIM. What is he doing here naked with my wife…

I can’t figure it out and I struggle, but I can’t get to them or even say anything. I manage a few grunts and surely they can hear me….but I fall silent, riveted by their actions. Transfixed. They are standing together now, his cock now on its way to an erection, against her stomach, beautiful in her night gown. Their fingers are intertwined. They are gazing longingly and knowingly into each other eyes. I can smell the sex from both of them. This is not their first time together. They know what is coming and they are so, so highly aroused. He dropped to his knees and lifts her nightshirt over his head and he leans into her pubis and I see her head go back and the eyes roll, her fingers are in his hair and she starts her moaning. Pure ecstasy as this man works her clit – it’s pure sex and pure arousal. I see his erection hard, firm, a drop of pre cum on his tip as he obviously enjoys pleasuring this women. My wife. Who is clearly loving it. I am so hard, I don’t dare touch my cock, I could cum at any minute and I know this is wrong. Just wrong. I want to yell stop it, but it feels so good. I am overwhelmed with love and arousal and fuck it’s all I can do to stop cuming as she raises her leg slightly, his tongue protracting and working deep into her, his hands on her ass, his thumbs separating her private area, opening up her private area so he can expose her, and better service her. His cock is slick with precum. She removes her nightshirt and he stands. God he is fucking glorious.

He pulls her leg up to his thigh and his cock is at her vagina. It HAS to be slick and moist and warm and I can feel him just nudging into her lips as he lifts her and slips his long cock deep into her. She is being held up by his massive arms and I can see his cock throbbing under her. I lean down and I can see her vagina stretching around his cock, moisture in drips down the inside of her legs and she adjusts to his massive manhood. Taking her. My wife. He starts to gently lift and rock her as he gets into his rhythm and she is groaning, moaning, she starts thrashing her cunt on his cock and it’s like she’s possessed and seems to be just grinding onto his cock, leaning back thrusting, she’s going to make them fall over she is so out of control.

“OH god, Ted, I’m cuming, I’m cuming” as I can see her hard spasms and he rocks into her and pauses and I know he’s cumming too, as he thrusts in and out and cum literally is just there and it’s just too much, as I feel my own orgasm just spurt from me, as I grind into firmness and empty myself at their fucking hot ecstasy…bliss...

“Wake up Ethan. You are having a dream and you’ll wake the kids.” As I freeze in absolute horror. There is no doubt whatsoever than I just came. A lot. I am on my stomach and I can feel the slime and wetness under me. Fuck. That’s going to smell and jesus I’m about to be outed…what’s fucking worse than having a WET DREAM next to your wife….Oh yeah. Maybe a wet dream while your (YOUR!) str8 fantasy sex partner is banging your wife…fuck. Do I want that? What do I do….shit…shit…shit…this is bad.

So I just freeze. It’s way too early to get up…this is bad…as I am paralyzed, I start to hear my wife’s regular breathing as she drifts back to sleep….fuck. I pull the covers back and am knocked over by the steamy bleachy cum smell…fuck, have to fix this…dispose of the evidence…in the bathroom I ditch my boxers and dry my cock off…I dig around for yesterdays dirty pair thankfully still in the hamper. It’s gross but better than a cummy pair…no way can I put these messed up ones in the hamper…they’ll still be a cummy mess when she goes to do the laundry later…Fuck. I stick them in the drawer of my desk in the attached office. DO NOT FORGET those, you dumb fucking ass…as I make my way quietly back to bed. The bedside clock glares 3:34…..not very helpful.
 
God, what was that all about? I mean, as I stare at the ceiling on my back…I know dreams don’t mean anything. I am a rational human being…but, gotta say, my wet dreams, maybe like 10 or more in my life have been so startling, so revealing. And I remember every detail. In one I came to my buddy, who I didn’t even really like at the time, as he kind of gave me a dick slip and I shot my load. I was like, huh, didn’t know I liked Scott….but then I lusted after him for at least the next 10 years.

Then there was the spanking wet dream. That was hot, too. I had no idea I was into spanking, but as I laid across this stranger’s lap, kind of a daddy type, my cock hard in my white briefs, I would grind my cock into his lap, searching for his cock, as he spanked me and told me what a dirty boy I was. He ended up jerking off onto my briefs with “look what you made me do you dirty boy…” Weird, I know…but still.

Then there were what I call the really kinky ones, where I woke up, hot, bothered and depleted of a load of sperm and was like, “I had no idea I was into that” – it was kind of skanky…so didn’t really get into that…kind of like fucking when she was having her period, but I didn’t care as I needed to get off and she enjoyed it…it was just weird.

But this…This was a whole new level of alarming…Ted and my wife. Fucking. And I liked it, wanted it, and came with them. Did I want a 3 way? Was I a voyeur? Fuck. I think I want to share what I love so much with my wife. Like, Ted’s cock, which I’ve been pleasuring for weeks, and with luck I’ll get to fuck me…I want to share that with her…fuck. That’s dangerous. You’d actually have to come out to your wife…"Honey, Ted has this awesome cock and I really am obsessed with it, and I want to watch him make you cum like I never can.”…and somehow this was logical. Despite having just cum, I was hard. Very. And again…this is not good.
 
Hmm. Life is so good. I’m in bed with my man, completely sated from our passionate fucks all night long. He’d actually wake up and whisper into my ear that he couldn’t get enough of my ass and I’d feel him gently mount me, pushing a leg aside as he slips his cock into me. I’ve found I can just sleep through it, as he gently rocks and shoots his load into my ass. It’s not the first time today, and it was like 3 times last night after bed…and I’m sure he’ll need to fuck me at least twice more before we got up. See, I understand what I do to him, how I unleash his primal nature, and that he just needs to fuck me and fuck me again and then one more time for good measure. He says he’s trying to make sure I get pregnant this time around. I’m trying, as I grind my cock into the mattress as he withdraws from me. My ass feeling empty…needy…

A bit later I feel his hand on my back, by my shoulder. Hmm. Someone needs some loving, as I crack my eyes. It’s dawn, at least….so I’ll need to do more than sleep through it. I smile and decide I’ll give him the best wake up fuck he’s had all day…and turn to him, expecting his stubble to rub against mine, in bliss. Instead my cheek meets smoothness, as I caress his shoulder, warming him up, as if he needed any encouragement….I feel his lips at my neck and he’s kissing me, possessing me, which is new for us, but hot and I like it, as I lower my hand to caress his smooth and pert breast, flicking the nipple, which is now very hard….

Wait. Consciousness does tend to overwhelmed rather quickly as my hands miss a beat on my wife’s breasts. My cock is alive anticipating pleasuring Ted yet again, but somehow my wife snuck in there, as she rolls onto me and moves onto my lap. She loves the cowboy position as she holds my cock and guides it into her wet pussy. She rocks quietly as she adjusts to me and it is pleasant and exciting. My hands instinctively reach for her breasts and cups them and plays with them, murmuring as I move to the nape of her neck. She quite quietly orgasms in that “oh, what me” way as she rocks on me, but I need to feel her. I put her onto her back and with my hands move her calves up and wide as my cock is embedded in a hot, wet and slippery mess of her aroused vagina. God, I want it to be hot and tight like TJ’s ass or any guys ass, but I find if I thrust just so, I can sort of open my asshole, exposing it for the man no doubt lurking in the back of our bedroom, who is hot not for my wife, but for me. He’ll see me pounding her and opening my anal lips to tease him and he’ll join us in bed and slip his cock into my man pussy and take over the pounding. He’ll be driving into my ass and my cock will thrust into my wife, and he’ll build up speed as he nears his orgasm, which immediately trips me into mine, as I feel the cum working from my prostrate, responding to that hot manly cock currently pounding it, as I empty myself into my wife. It's thrust after thrust…not bad I think, having had an epic wet dream hours before…and we collapse together…satiated for the moment…enjoying the closeness of the other…
 
So, I was like, well, that fuck should have expunged that weird ass dream of Ted and my wife fucking. Ha. You were just horny and probably had some bad Chinese food last night and the combo gave you that strange dream…but I knew. Then and there and as the week went on, that there was no denying the truth of my wet dreams. They may mean nothing to everyone else, but mine were true. They represented my unedited passions. I could ignore them. I should ignore them. But. But. But. These dreams are you. They are who and what you are. Why would anyone deny themselves the pleasure that they are revealing to you? That doesn’t make any more sense than the dreams do. I know letting my wife sleep with another man is a BAD idea. It’s against our marital vows, yada yada…it’s a crime against nature which says ‘one at a time’…Never mind the stupidity of exposing your wife to the pleasures of a well hung man….

So that was basically how the week went. And how fucked up was it? Amazingly so. I decided mid-way though that I needed a therapist. And I loathe therapists. But I had an almost uncontrollable urge to tell my wife I wanted her to sleep with Ted. To sleep with a real man. A HUNG man. And that, most important. I wanted to watch. I yearned for that feeling of my wet dream. The closeness.. the love. Surely it was just my body’s way of saying it’s okay…bring your two lovers together. Show them each how much pleasure they give you and can bring each other. It will be wonderful and beautiful and everything would be all right. We’d probably settle into weekend sex and a ‘my place or yours’ once we got over the initial excitement or our mutual lust and our mutual satisfaction as we all came together.

Then, since all was bound to be well – all’s well that ends well…I started to formulate how exactly I would gently, off the cuff even, work this into a conversation with my wife. Of course, we’d have some wine or would cocktails be better? The kids would be asleep, or better yet at her mother’s. Yes, an overnight would be best so we could just call Ted over and it would be wonderful and everyone would be laughing that it took us so long to find each other…

“So, darling” I’d start with a smile, as I swirl some new cocktails in a shaker, very James Bond, getting ready to top our martini’s up…”I’ve just been sucking off the most magnificent cock….oh don’t worry, his wife’s okay with it, she asked me to actually put out MORE, if you can believe it…”

No, that doesn’t work. Too selfish of me. And probably don’t lead with the cock sucking...

“Honey, a friend of mine was just talking about an interesting experience with his wife and”…who, their mechanic? No, the pool guy? No. “A friend and it turns out that they each fancied the other something fierce so they talked about it, quite candidly as adults can do, and they ended up in a three way which he said was quite magnificent and everyone had the best time…” no. Sounds more like a holiday trip.

Oh, I googled it. Checked websites…turns out cuckhold was a very big thing. I know about it, of course, but dismissed it as freaky and not for me. I was looking to celebrate Ted’s magnificent cock with my bride, not be humiliated…The joy, the pleasure it brings. It was just too amazing to look at, let alone feel, let along have spurt hot cum into your mouth…no, I wanted to share that with my wife….simple enough and easy for any rationale human being to understand.

It was at the gym, working off some energy and keeping the bod trim. After my work-out, it was into the den of iniquity, otherwise known as the sauna, where, actually, I was unashamedly trolling for cock. Decent dude. You could tell he was straight laced. He wanted it. So it was easy enough to get him to invite me in. 6”. Hard. Nice, but uneventful. I fingered his ass as he blew his load, rather quickly and without a word. I thought he’d ditch me right away, cummers remorse and all, but he rewrapped the towel around his spent cock and sat back down. “Thanks, man, needed that.” To which I just nodded.

“Can I ask you something? You can say no, of course.” He had an honest face. Whether or not he scored random blowjobs regularly or this was a one off, I had no idea, but he looked stuffed shirt enough that I thought his ‘conservative’ opinion would be a valuable offset to my freakish mind….he just nodded. “Sure man. Ask away”

So I did. Leapt right into the summary of the last few weeks, abbreviated. About blowing Ted. About wanting him to fuck me bad…and that he might actually want to do so of his own volition, without any subterfuge on my part…”And I think it would be really hot to introduce him to our marital bedroom, so my wife can expedience what a 10” cock (I embellished. The 6" dude had not asked to see my cock when I was blowing him, so, for ego’s sake, I wanted Ted to be waaay bigger than me…so at his 10”, I’d be 9”. Or 8”. Or maybe 7”. But definitely 6.5” and bigger then this ass…)

“Wait, you are married…to a chick?” I looked at him like duh, what would I be married to, a walrus…oh, yeah…gay marriage…”Yes, of course.”

“But you sucked my cock like a pro. And wait, you suck this guy off, too?? And now you want some hung monster to fuck your wife?” as he gets up.

“That’s fucking insane and stupid and don’t talk to me again if we run across each other, okay. Man, NEVER let your wife meet another man, especially if he is better endowed than you…” as he glances at my cock as he pushed the door open and is gone…Spoil sport!