by Sean Michael
“Listen to your gut. Do you want to leave things as they are right now, or do you want a heavier plug, or a bigger one maybe?”
“I want more. God, why is that so hard to say?”
“Because many of us learn from early on that sex is shameful. That wanting it makes you a slut and that slut is a bad word. It’s not. And there’s nothing shameful about sex. That’s one of the things the BDSM community embraces.” He leaned down and bit Barclay’s ass. “I think you’re a delicious slut, B.”
Barclay whimpered and arched, pushing up into the bite instead of away. Oh yes, that was exactly what Barclay was.
He bit again, then licked both bites, soothing the stings. “I’ll give you more. I’ve got bigger plugs. I’ve got heavier ones. I have vibrating ones.”
Barclay cried out, the sound muffled in his arms.
“I know you want to try it all, but we’ll start with something heavier. That will let you stay in this lovely, melted state. We’ll save vibrating for a day when the goal is to make you come.” He dropped kisses along Barclay’s spine, then rubbed the lovely skin. He would need to get up to grab a heavier plug, something to challenge B’s hole, but not push too hard.
He left a last kiss on Barclay’s ass, then got up. “I’ll be right back. You can think of how a heavier plug is going to feel inside you.”
“We don’t have to….”
He snorted. “No, but we both want to, and that’s all we need. Be right back.” He knew exactly where the plug he wanted was, and he made short work of getting it.
Barclay was resting on his side, watching him, waiting for him. It sent a thrill of excitement through him. Barclay was his boy. Probably not ready to take that step yet, but that’s what he was. It was there in every line of his body.
Everything about Barclay made him ache, made him need.
He returned to the couch and sat, offering Barclay the plug. This one was shaped more like a cock, but it had a heavy core.
“It’s…. This one’s sort of strong looking, huh?”
“Oh, I like that. It’s the perfect description for it. Heft it a moment, feel the weight of it.” He wanted Barclay to enjoy every aspect of this.
Barclay’s eyes went wide as he lifted it. “It’s heavy!”
“Indeed. Same size, more weight. You’ll have to work a little harder to keep it in. Especially when you’re walking. It’s more intentional than the one currently inside you.”
“Good thing I don’t walk around much these days.”
He chuckled. “You will walk some with it in, though. That’s half the point of putting it in.” It would be good practice in a safe space with something to focus on.
“You can roll onto your stomach again and I’ll put a pillow under your hips. That’ll put your ass up in the air for me.” Look at that pretty blush. So hot. He reached out to touch one of those warm cheeks, stroke it. Then he grabbed a pillow. “I’m ready when you are.”
Barclay rolled, the motion smooth. Easy. Hell yes. He’d read the man right.
He’d brought the lube out as well, so he was ready to make the exchange. Then he couldn’t resist kissing Barclay’s lovely ass again.
“Rec….” Needy boy.
He chuckled, fingers lingering on the lovely skin. “Yes?”
“You keep looking at my hole.”
“Well… I have to if I’m going to change out your plug.” That was just logic.
“Still… it’s weird.” And he’d bet Barclay thought it was hot too.
“You’ll get used to it,” he suggested.
“Oh.”
He played with the plug, twisting it inside Barclay and moving it gently in and out. “Oh? Is that a good oh or a bad oh?”
“A turned-on oh.”
That made him grin. “That’s a very good oh.” He would build on that. He tapped the tight little ring of muscles, then tugged it open again.
“Rec!”
“Need to take the plug out, B. Need to make sure you’re stretched and open and slick when I push the heavier plug in.” He’d noticed Barclay liked it when he talked about what he was going to do.
He loved how B blushed, how he heated.
Rec took his time with the plug removal. He enjoyed playing with it, making Barclay squirm and blush for him. In the end, he drew it out slowly, leaving his boy empty.
He tapped the empty, swollen hole, loving the way Barclay wiggled. Slicking up his fingers, he pushed two into Barclay, loving the heat that clamped down around him as soon as he did. He knew the cool lube would feel amazing. It was also warming quickly, so he added more to his fingers and fucked Barclay with them a few more times.
“Look at your pretty little hole, swollen for me, all pink.”
“Shh… God….”
“No, I won’t be quiet. You deserve to be praised, to know how sexy you are. How hot you make me.” He curled his fingers as he drew them out, letting them stretch one side of Barclay’s hole as he pulled slowly out. Then he patted Barclay’s ass happily and grabbed the heavier plug.
He’d let B feel this one, make it good. To that end, he set it against Barclay’s hole and pressed it there gently, watching as that little hole seemed to almost breathe around it—opening and closing.
He held it and waited. B would move eventually. He was right. After a minute or so, B wriggled, then arched back. Rec put pressure on, letting B’s movements pull the tip of the plug in. He wiggled it, encouraging B to push back harder. Barclay groaned, slowly rocking back, taking it.
“That’s it, B. Let your body pull it in. It knows what it wants. Don’t fight it.” He rubbed one asscheek with his free hand as he held the plug in place and watched B slowly draw it into himself. Fuck. It was amazing. “I could watch you fuck yourself for days, baby. Days.”
“I’m not….”
“Shh. You are. But there’s nothing wrong with that, remember? Sex is good. Needing it is good. If you’ve got someone to get off with, I guess. It’s probably less good if you’re on your own and only have your hand.” God, he was babbling. He shut himself up by pressing the rest of the plug in. He circled it a few times, looking for the place where it seemed to rest the best.
“We’ve got someone to….”
Yeah, they totally did.
“Uh-huh. And I love getting off with you. I really do.” He tapped the base of the plug, loving the way it made B jump. Then he kissed both asscheeks. “We should get you up for a few minutes, so you can experience the heaviness of it with gravity.”
“I…. Hand me my crutches?”
He held out his hands. “You can use me.”
Barclay didn’t hesitate for a second, which he appreciated, reaching out to take his hands. He gently tugged, letting B help himself more than anything. Once B was upright, Rec steadied him.
“Oh. Oh, I feel….” His eyes crossed.
Rec chuckled softly. “You can’t stop there. You have to tell me how you feel.”
“It’s in me. Pushing at my hole.”
“Yeah. You’ve got to work a little to make sure this one doesn’t begin to drop out, hmm?” He kept hold of B’s hands.
“Uh-huh.” B’s legs were shaky, the joints buckling at first, but he was getting it.
“You can do it.” He started to walk backward, bringing B with him.
“I feel ridiculous, huh?”
“Really? Because you look sexy as hell. Having the plug in changes your gait.”
“I used to be able to leap.”
B was going to be walking on his own soon, and that had nothing to do with Rec. Barclay just needed to believe he could.
“You’ll leap again.” He gave B a wicked grin. “Maybe it would be more advisable to not do it when you’ve got a plug like that in.”
“Yeah, that would be weird.” B laughed for him, though, both of them moving around the room slowly.
“So, do you like the sensation?” He wanted B to like it. And he wanted B to admit it.
“It’s weird.
It makes me ache some.”
“And it’s making you hard.” Rec pointed at B’s cock, which was making a great comeback, pointing at him. It would be pointing at the ceiling soon enough.
“Yeah. Neat, huh?” Oh, that was a bright smile.
“Oh yeah, more than neat.” He stopped walking, but encouraged B to walk right up to him. “We could have fun with that.” He totally wanted to suck B off. No anal—this was B’s time to enjoy the plug.
“Fun with what, Rec?”
“With your erection.” He reached for it, wrapping his fingers around the hot length, which encouraged it to harden the rest of the way.
“Before I met you, I hadn’t had an erection since I got hurt.”
“What can I say? I’m inspiring. Actually, I think it’s more that I was the first person who saw you as a sexual being and did something about it.”
“You won’t let me fall, right?”
“I will not let you fall. Not just now, either, hmm?” He stroked gently, slowly, working the long cock from base to tip.
Barclay moaned, rocking toward him. Rec kept working the lovely cock, squeezing tighter as he began to move his hand faster.
He could see the bliss in Barclay’s face. He stole a kiss, wanting to taste that pleasure and joy for himself.
Barclay grabbed his shoulders, holding on tight, swaying in his hands. He wrapped his free arm around Barclay’s waist, adding more support.
“How’s that plug feeling?”
“Heavy. Good. I… I like the more.”
“I’m glad.” He rubbed their cheeks together, then turned it into a kiss.
Barclay dove into the kiss, leaning hard against him. Rec kissed him for a long moment, then pulled back long enough to murmur, “Trust in me and relax—I will not let you fall.”
“It’s hard to keep upright.”
“You wanna do this on the couch, B? We could move there. Though I don’t think it’ll take very long before I make you come.”
“You won’t let me fall.”
He appreciated the fact that this time it was not a question. “No, I’m going to make you come.”
“Never come so much in my life.”
“That’s sad. I’m glad I’m fixing that situation.”
“You are. It is. Please, don’t stop.”
“Not going to.” He kissed B again, jacking harder. Standing like this meant they needed to do this quickly.
He slid his tongue through B’s mouth, deepening the kiss as he used his thumb to play with B’s slit. Barclay cried out into his lips, the lean body beginning to shake.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered into B’s ear. He wasn’t about to let B down. Barclay was going to come. He was going to feel it happen with that plug pushing against his hole, filling his boy.
“Please. It’s so big.”
“Then come on. Come for me. Shoot while you’re holding in that plug. It’s going to make it different from anything you’ve felt before.” He pressed his fingers tighter together around B’s cockhead, thumb working the slit like it wanted in.
“Fuck. Fuck. Rec!” Barclay arched, the expression on the dear face one of pure hunger. Seed spread between them, wet and hot. Sweet.
The scent of Barclay’s come hit his nose and Rec moaned. Fuck, he did love that smell. He ignored his own cock, which was hard and eager from touching Barclay, from smelling him. This was about Barclay right now.
He continued to hold on, rubbing their cheeks together as he let B drift back down to earth.
“I want…,” Barclay moaned.
He rubbed their lips across each other. “What do you want, B?” He was willing to give Barclay pretty much anything.
“Your cock. I want to suck you.”
“Like I’m going to say no to that.” He took a hot kiss, then drew Barclay back to the couch—it would be easier on his boy if he could sit.
Besides, they both liked it when he fucked Barclay’s mouth, when he controlled it.
He hurried a bit. He could all but feel that hot mouth around his cock and he wanted it now.
Rec helped Barclay sit, easing him down. Then he climbed up, pushing up tall, and Barclay moaned for him, sweet and soft. The moan opened Barclay’s mouth for him, and he slid his cockhead along the plump lips, groaning at the delicious sensation.
Fuck, he wanted this.
Barclay slid his tongue along the tip of his cock, dragging it along the slit. A shudder moved through Rec.
“Fuck!” Rec tried to catch his breath as he wrapped his fingers around Barclay’s head. He wasn’t going to take over and fuck that sweet mouth. Not yet. Not. Yet.
First he was going to let B ramp him up.
“Your mouth is like magic,” he told Barclay, hoping to encourage more exploration. Just more.
Moaning, Barclay wrapped his lips around the tip and began to suck.
“Oh yes.” He closed his eyes for a moment, just concentrating on the feeling of Barclay’s tight lips, of the heat of his mouth and the slap of his tongue. Then he made himself open his eyes so he could watch Barclay’s face and see those swollen lips holding tight around his cock.
B’s eyes were closed, the expression one of pure bliss. Just this amazing peace. God, yes.
Between the sling, the plug, coming, and now this, Barclay was proving to be a true sub, happiest when he was fulfilled and could take comfort and joy from giving a blow job. That made them both very lucky men.
Him, most of all. For so long now he’d been looking for someone to care for.
He groaned as Barclay’s suction got stronger, B’s head beginning to bob now, taking more of him in. He watched as his cock became slick, shiny from B’s mouth. He curled his fingers into B’s scalp as he tried to keep still.
He wanted to fuck Barclay’s face, but he needed to wait. Just a little longer. The anticipation was building nicely.
He swallowed a few times, his eyes glued to Barclay’s face, to the pleasure he read there. God, Barclay was beautiful—even more so like this.
Barclay slowly stroked his thighs, petting him, encouraging him. He took that as a sign and began to rock, sliding his cock deeper with every stroke. He could feel the pleasure building with each push, with every suck. Barclay took him and took him.
“Oh fuck, your mouth is so hot. You’re fucking amazing.” He moved faster, hips rocking in short, sharp jabs that slid his cock along Barclay’s tongue and deep into his throat. “I could do this every day forever.”
Barclay swallowed hard.
“Fuck!” That was going to make forever very hard—he was coming down Barclay’s throat the next time that happened.
Barclay groaned and swallowed hard, eyes flying open to watch him.
He thrust shallowly several more times, then thrust deep, crying out Barclay’s name as he came. His balls emptied down Barclay’s throat, his own body bowing.
Barclay took every inch, every drop.
He was amazing, and Rec knew he was falling for the guy. Hard.
“Sweet boy. Fucking gorgeous mouth.”
Barclay pinked, but he also looked very pleased at the words.
Rec tugged his cock out of Barclay’s mouth, wiped a spot of spunk from the corner of Barclay’s lips, then pushed it in for Barclay to suck clean. He moaned as Barclay’s lips closed around his finger, the suction as eager as it had been around his cock.
Fuck, that was special.
He sat next to Barclay, fingerfucking the swollen lips. Finally, he groaned and tugged his finger out. “You’re something else, B.”
“This is…. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. And thank you.” He leaned his head on Barclay’s shoulder. Barclay reached up, hands warm on him.
“Mmm. I don’t want you to go.” Oh, that was a good idea. “You should move in.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’d love to spend the night, if you don’t mind. Love to.”
“Not just for the night. You should move in move in. There’s the elevator, the actua
l furniture, hot-and-cold-running sex….”
“But you don’t know me. What if I’m… bad.”
“Seriously? I’ve had you sleep over for the weekend and now you’re back. Hell, you let me put you in a sling and fuck you blind. If either of us is bad, it’s me.” He took Barclay’s hand. “Look, we can keep it casual. It’ll just make it easier for you if you’re here. Quick to the gym, easy to get around… daily massages.”
“Will it be easier for you, though?”
“I want to spend time with you, and with you living here, I get more of that.” He honestly wanted to have Barclay here. With him. “Say yes.”
“Maybe we try it for a couple days? See what we see?”
“Sure.” He gave Barclay a quick kiss. “Good. I didn’t want to have to see you go off tonight.”
“No. No, I want to stay.”
“Then you’ll stay. Open-ended.”
“We’ll have to talk about money for rent, huh?”
“I own the place outright, so I don’t really need rent. Your share of utilities and groceries works, though.”
Barclay rested hard against him. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“I’m glad it is. I love having you here, being with you. It hardly makes sense to have you go all the way up to your place every day just to come back down for the gym or to spend time here.” He was happy about this. And he couldn’t wait to show Barclay all the different ways they could play. Hell, he couldn’t wait to see how much they could push with the plugs.
Barclay petted him, stroking his belly, loving on him.
“And just in case you think I’m being selfless or something—I’m doing this for me as much as you.”
“Are you? You want this?” Barclay melted into him.
“I do.” He wrapped his arm around Barclay, keeping him close. “I really like you. I like being with you. I like making love to you.”
“Yeah. I—is it weird? To make this connection so fast? It seems weird.”
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Rec asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t not believe.”
“Well, I was attracted to you from the start. And I wanted to go the extra mile for you. Every moment I stay with you, I care more about you. So… it may not be love at first sight, but no, I don’t think it’s weird how fast it’s gone.” Rec traced circles on Barclay’s skin.
