News on the Mike front. Apparently he went out and bought himself a butt plug. I told you I'd convert him, if he really needed to be converted. I have the feeling that the next time he and Uncle Sam run into one another, there might be some loving going on. I've told him that I hope he'll wait and let me be the first to fuck his ass, or at least be there to watch when someone else does it, but my brother might not be able to hold out. I probably wouldn't be able to.
He sent me a few pictures of it and him, which I'm not going to share because if I am going to post graphic hardcore porn, it's going to be me first. He set up his camera on a tripod or something and bent over and worked the plug into his butt. It reminded me of the time on Thanksgiving, very sexy.
He says he wishes he could share it with me, which gave rise to some nice fantasy play about swapping butt plugs from his ass to mine, possibly with some third party doing the swapping. He doesn't have a regular fuckbuddy right now, and one night stands are not usually the best place to bring in butt play if you're a guy. But then I'm not a guy, so maybe they are. He seems a little shy about it though, maybe lingering insecurity about people thinking he's gay. Honestly, guys need to get over than hangup. Really, I have no problem with a guy who's bi; makes him more exciting, truth be told. But they're so hard to find, because bi guys won't admit it. Hell, I have no problem with a guy who's gay fucking me in place of another man. My ass is just as inviting as a man's ass. It's only happened once or twice.
I only remember one time, but I think it might have been more than that. I had a friend in college, very nice guy, flaming queen. We got along all right, although I'll be honest and say that his flamingness was kind of tedious at times. But he was good at what he did. Anyway, he and I and a couple of other friends were watching a movie and I looked over and I noticed that he had a huge hardon in his pants. It was pretty obvious because of the pants he was wearing too, and I figured it would be only a matter of time before someone else saw and I worried that it would embarrass him. So I got him out of the room somehow. Fortunately we were very comfortable with each other at that point; he'd seen me naked, I'd seen him, we'd talked about sex very openly, so it wasn't weird for me to point out that he was showing off a little.
He said it was because he was just so horny, he hadn't been laid in too long. I jokingly said that if I had been a guy, I would have helped him out. He said at that point he didn't really care. I mean, he wasn't attracted to me at all. He was really gay. But he said jacking off wasn't cutting it; he needed a lay.
Well, being the charitable soul I am, I offered to help him out. I was figuring I could give him a blowjob, and it started out like that. But he was getting limp and I wasn't having any luck (I'm shocked I'd admit that, because I tell everyone I could get a dead man to cum), so I told him I had a strapon and I'd love to fuck him with it.
When I got back with the harness, he was reading a porno mag and idly jerking off. He bent over the bed, still reading the magazine, and pulled his pants all the way down and said go to it. It was strangely impersonal, but that was kind of hot too.
He enjoyed being fucked; in fact he had to tell me to be more rough because to start with I was much too gentle for his experienced ass. His cock swelled up and his balls retracted and he looked like he was going to cum pretty soon, but he didn't. After fifteen minutes (I kid you not) of frenzied action on my part, including him jacking off himself and me jacking him and stroking his balls, he told me it was no good, that he just needed a man.
I wasn't about to give up so easily, so I pulled him up, ripped off the harness, bent over, and told him to fuck my ass in the deepest, manliest voice I could manage. I wasn't really lubed up at all and he wasn't small, so it hurt a little to begin with, and he wasn't gentle either. But I bit down on the covers to keep from making any girlish noises and just let him fuck me. I finally did cum, but it wasn't much of one, and I don't know if he felt it in my ass. But shortly after that, he finally cried out something and pumped my bowels full of semen. I mean, he came like a fucking explosion. He must have really been pent up.
After that he felt better, although we'd missed the rest of the movie. We did both feel a little strange about it, and for a few days we acted a little funny around each other, but in the end he told me that he was glad I had been his first girl. I offered to let him try out the other hole as well, just for comparison, and he laughed and told me that he wasn't that hard up. Turns out that a few days after our little session, he found the love of his life, though they didn't know it at the time. They're still together, and he's become monogamous and there's talk of marriage (albeit the sham unsanctioned by the state). I met the guy a few times, seemed nice enough, although not flaming at all, so I wonder how that works out for them. They're not the type of couple to have one guy be the wife, and my friend wasn't feminine, just flaming.
Anyway, long story short, Mike has been tickling his bum a bit. And hopefully come Easter he'll come home and let me do a little tickling myself. We'll see.
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