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“I’m going to bring a toy for you to try out, ” I’d told him, well in advance of our next scheduled meeting. “If you’re game to be my guinea pig, that is.”
“Oink,” was his only reply.
When I got there, I showed it to him. He’s not had much experience with things in his bottom, other than his own finger and now one of mine. Or maybe two of mine. At different times. Mostly. Two might have slipped in together at some point, but we won’t say too much about that at the present moment.
It’s a soft, completely non-threatening toy. Even in black, it would be hard to feel nervous about something so slim, so excitingly-rippled, so almost-entirely keychain-like.
The specs claim that it’s an inch in diameter, but I don’t believe it’s quite that wide.
My friend and I retired to his bedroom where he put me through my paces. I was kissed, sucked, licked and fingered…oh the fingering. I do love the fingering. But we’re not talking about me. We’re talking about the toy, in his bottom.
So eventually I wandered down between his legs, which he’d obligingly opened wide for me. He’s got such a nice package. Strong thick shaft ringed with a walnut-colored circumcision scar, tight wrinkly balls and the habit of getting hard with little or no provocation. I love that. Muscled curly-haired legs. Brown skin. Ah, but I’m getting distracted again. Toy, in his bottom. Righty-o.
He buried his cock in my mouth while I knelt between his thighs. I spent my time enjoying the smoothness of him against my lips and the hardness of him hitting up against the back of my throat. I’d pull away and slurp in his balls, one at a time, while he moaned. While he moaned–and spread his legs even more for me.
Oh he does like the finger in the ass while I’m blowing him. And I’ve given him the finger in the ass while I’m blowing him. That’s why I knew he’d make the perfect test subject for this ass-toy. When I’d wound him up to the point that his head was back and a small smile flitted across his lips, I asked him if he was ready. He was.
I had him slide a condom down over his new toy (the base of it is deeply grooved; I knew that clean-up would be far easier if we used a condom) and then dribble lube over the head of it. These things he did with anticipation in his eyes. And a hint of fear. But mostly anticipation. I think.
I just smiled reassuringly at him. “It’s very soft, see?” I demonstrated, bending the now-slippery toy in my hand. “And it’s really not much bigger than my finger. I think you’ll like at least as much as you like my finger.” I held them side-by-side for comparison’s sake.
“I’ll take your word for it,” he murmured before then put his head back on the pillow. “I trust you.”
I love that. Of all the wanton reasons there might be to love anal-play, this is the thing I love the most. If you give over your ass to someone, you must trust them. You must open up to them. Having that trust given to me thrills me in a way I cannot explain. Perhaps it’s because it such a contrast to the lack of intimate trust I experienced in my marriage. But as they say, comparisons are odious, and we are talking about the toy. In his bottom.
Because the toy is so appealingly soft, it needed a bit of coercion in order to be slid into my friend. I encouraged it in with the help of my finger while he encouraged his cock by stroking it. “Too much? Not enough?” I asked him, peeking at his face over the tip of his cock, which was dripping pre-cum down his shaft.
“More, put more of it in,” he requested tersely, so I did. I put it in all the way up to the little grab-ring on the end…and then I started thrusting it.
He seemed to like that, if his groans were any indication. My hands were very slick by that point, but the ring helped me hold it firmly. My preference would be for a much more solid ass-toy; this one nearly folded over with the force of my thrusting, but my friend had no issues with the sensations it delivered.
Eventually he stopped me, pulling me up roughly by my wrists. “I have to fuck you now,” he said hoarsely. “Get on your hands and knees.”
“Do you want to take the toy out first? I’m not sure it’ll stay in place while you are in me. The base isn’t really narrow enough for that. It might slip out.” Yes, I really actually said that then. I am such a dork.
“I don’t care,” he snarled, throwing on a condom, and in an instant I was pushed over and roughly pierced from behind. An orgasm roared through him minutes later, as he pushed my head down into the pillows so my screams wouldn’t wake the neighbors.
I like it like that. And because I asked him later, after he’d begun breathing normally again, I know that he liked it like that too.
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Thanks for letting me try this out, EdenFantasys. I appreciate it!
