There’s something about the holidays that always seems to
bring the boys out of the woodwork. I
should be used to it by now, expecting it almost… but it still does catch me by
surprise, albeit a pleasant one.
We had met an awesome new stud on Tuesday night, and between
him and raping my boy… the night didn’t end till 4 am. By the time we had made it home from work,
the exhaustion was in full force. We
ended up crashed out on the couch by 8pm.
When we woke the next morning, play was the last thing on our
minds. The day had been ear marked to
finally wrap up some house projects that had been largely ignored… at least
until the first text arrive.
It was 6am when it came in.
My sub had intercepted the text and upon seeing who it was, tried hard
to be sneaky about it in order to surprise me… but somehow his inspiration to
clean house at the crack of dawn made him suspect. When he started trying to nudge me towards
the showers, it was pretty evident that I had a guest on the way and I enjoyed
calling him on the carpet for the pretense.
When a few pinches and playful swats on the rump was all I could muster
in mocked frustration, I allowed him the anonymity of who the guest was and
gleefully skipped off to the shower.
As I emerged, the house was cleaned and ready to go. As I headed downstairs to wait on our guest,
I heard a knock at the door and turned the corner in time to see DM walking in. I felt my knees get a little weak at the
thought of his 11” cock and superb cock smithing skills. Of course it didn’t stop me from bounding
down the steps and right into his arms.
Since he’s not one who’s into some of our more extreme kinky measures, we
hadn’t hooked up for several months. But
as we sat on the couch, I realized I had missed his cock a LOT! Unable to stand it so close and yet so far
away… I shut down the conversation, dragged his ass to the bed room (cuck
dutifully following behind) and nearly ripped his clothes off just to get a
good look at the beautiful specimen.
For the next hour and a half, that man reminded me why his
number will NEVER leave my rolodex. DM
is my longest standing stud. We met him
about six months after my cuck and I began our cuckolding journey. At 11”, his is the first and only cock I’ve
ever actually feared… just a little. He
has a way of fucking me just right, that leaves me both trying to crawl away
and begging for more at the same time.
His skills in the bed never fail to leave me as a well fucked, puddle of
goo. Since his kinky meter stops at
rough sex… it’s always a good thing there’s never any doubt for my cuck that I
had a great time.
After DM left, I grabbed a quick shower to rinse off. Apparently, while in the shower, a text from
D came in. Another favorite of mine that
we hadn’t had a chance to play with for some time. After starting a new job whose schedule
doesn’t work so well with ours, I had kind of given up on seeing him
again. But an accidental run in at a gas
station with my cuck had renewed his resolve to “make” some time. Once
again, my cuck went on the stealth in order to give me a nice surprise… but his
dilemma was how to keep me occupied well enough that I wouldn’t start bitching
about the house repairs. Like the good
little boy he is.. he offered up the only thing he knew he could… his sweet
little ass. Already feeling a bit
primal from the morning’s activities, I quickly pounced and in no time was
happily lost in strap-on nirvana. It
wasn’t until I heard the “DAMNNNNN” from the doorway that I realized someone
had come in. My startle respond caused
me to spin around so fast that my cuck squealed due to the sudden void I left
behind. But I just giggled as I
sauntered slowly over to D to give him a nice view before getting my hello
hug. I don’t know why, but something
about the sight of me in my strap-on seems to rev D to another gear. He finds something sexy about the way I fuck
my boy. By the time I dragged him into the room and
freed his cock… it didn’t need much coaching to spring to full life. Still I enjoyed the stretched feeling as I
wrapped my lips around his massively thick cock. For the next hour and a half, I freely
enjoyed myself with D’s cock and my boy’s humiliation.
Once D finally left, I put my foot down to any more play
time and we got busy getting the house projects taken care of. As with any project, there are points in time
where you have to wait for things to dry.
As such, we had a good hour or two before we could continue and so we settled
on the couch to wait. Then came more
texts. This was a new gentleman that we
hadn’t played with yet. We had attempted
a few times to meet up, but either us or him had to cancel everytime. He was available that afternoon and wanted to
know if we were interested. As my cuck
looked at me, waiting for my answer, I stared at the unfinished projects
contemplating.
I’m pretty sure it was my pussy that answered when I said
“Fuck it” and told my boy to set it up!
I knew we had a dry spell coming soon, so I might as well enjoy myself
while the pickings are good! All I can
say is that it was the best fireworks display I had ever been a part of.
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