by Max Walker
Before I opened any of the boxes, I crawled on the bed to Brody. He pushed his hips forward, his cock jutting out, inviting me to blow him.
It was exactly what I wanted. I grabbed him with one hand and sucked him into my mouth, immediately tasting him as his precome fell on my tongue. I swirled around his shaft, bobbing up and down, not afraid to get messy. I knew Brody loved it wet and sloppy. I took him all the way to the back of my throat, getting him as slick as I could.
“Oh shit, that’s it.” His hands came to rest on the back of my head as he began steering me, pushing me down before allowing me to come back up. He kept going, pushing me down harder, his cock filling my mouth, my throat.
“Fuuuck, baby.”
He started to thrust, throat fucking me. I gagged around his size but kept going. The sound of my wet mouth getting fucked filled the room. I had both hands on the bed now, ass in the air, Brody’s dick sliding in and out of my mouth.
My entire body felt like it was on fire. Brody pulled back, his balls tight. A rope of saliva and precome stuck to Brody’s cock before breaking, falling from my lips, wetting the white bedsheets. I sucked in a breath, wiped my mouth, and went to dive back in.
Brody jumped back. “Whoa, whoa. If you don’t slow down, I’m going to blow before we even open those things up.”
I looked up into Brody’s eyes, the fire only flaring up hotter inside my core. I had totally forgotten about the toys. He stroked his wet cock a few times, smiling, before climbing onto the bed. We kissed, the heads of our cocks rubbing together and sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“All right,” I said, feeling myself getting close to the edge, too. “What do you want to try first?” I reached for the big blue box holding the dildo and also grabbed one of the smaller black boxes with the plug. “Red pill or blue pill?”
“Hmm.” Brody rubbed his chin and cocked his head, looking so damn cute in the process. “Let’s try the plugs. Those look like they’ll send us to the moon and back.”
I agreed, and apparently so did my cock, giving a rogue throb and batting against Brody’s. He chuckled and grabbed me in his hand, stroking me as I focused on opening the box. I shivered as Brody squeezed the base of my cock, his hand moving down to massage my balls. He leaned in and sucked on my neck, adding an entirely new layer of sensation I wasn’t prepared for.
“Okay, here, you open this,” I said before a moan escaped my lips.
Brody laughed into my neck before he sat back and took the box from my hands.
Now it was my turn to torture him. He sat on the bed with his legs folded underneath him, his hard dick throbbing in the air. As he tried digging a nail into the box to break the tape, I got down and nestled my nose in the space between his balls and his thigh. Brody squeezed his legs as I breathed him in, kissing him softly, turning to his balls and sucking on each one.
“Got it!”
I laughed, making Brody twitch. “That tickles,” he said.
I grabbed him in both hands and rubbed his cock around my face. “How about this?” I asked playfully.
“Nope, that’s good.” Brody’s eyes rolled back when I put him back in my mouth. “Real good.”
But I wasn’t getting distracted this time.
“All right, let’s try these things,” I said, sitting up and leaving Brody’s cock twitching.
I grabbed the open box and pulled out the plug. It was made out of a soft black silicone, the plug about the length of my pinky finger but much, much girthier. The base looked almost like a large teardrop, the wider end hiding a small plug to charge the toy and a button to turn it on.
I pressed the button. “Whoa,” I said, my entire hand vibrating with the plug.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Brody said, reaching over and grabbing the second box. He used his teeth to open this one, neither of us wanting to waste another second.
Brody and I had never used sex toys before, but this trip had become all about trying new and unexpected things, and this was about new and unexpected as it got.
Each box contained its own packet of lube. Brody tore one open and squirted it into his hand. He rubbed it over the plug before telling me to lie down.
I lay down on the bed, my hole twitching, my entire body filled with bolts of lightning. I rested my head on a pillow and watched as Brody positioned himself between my legs, his cock still rock hard and leaking.
“All right,” he said, smiling. “Lift up your—there you go, baby.”
I lifted my legs onto his shoulders, exposing myself to him. He gave me a few good strokes before he brought the plug down to my hole, rubbing it over me. I quivered at the pressure.
“Ohh, that’s big,” I said, feeling it against me.
“You can take me, you can definitely take this.”
I arched a brow and sucked in a breath as Brody pushed in, past the tight ring of muscle.
“That okay?” Brody asked. His eyes were trained on my pulsing cock.
I nodded, moaning as Brody pushed the plug in completely, filling me. My hole clenched around it. Brody leaned back, placing my feet back down onto the bed. I could feel the plug inside me while the soft silicone extension pushed up underneath my balls, applying a delicious sort of pressure I’d never really experienced before.
And then Brody turned the vibration on and my body melted on the spot.
“Ohhhh, fuck.”
My toes curled, my fingers reached for something to grab, my head buried back into the pillow. The plug vibrated against my swollen prostate, my dick leaking out a string of clear precome.
“Oh, turn it off, turn it off.”
Brody listened, chuckling as he held the button down long enough to turn it off.
“That looked intense,” he teased, massaging my balls.
“It was.” I moved so that I sat up on the bed. This repositioned the plug so that it pushed at a whole new area inside me, sending a shock of bliss through me. Being this full, feeling the pressure underneath my balls, feeling myself throb in the air, it all combined to make me feel like the bed had given way to the clouds.
And now I wanted Brody to feel the exact same way.
“Your turn,” I said as I grabbed the other plug. “Bend over, Brody.”
8 Brody Winters
This was so fucking hot. I almost came about three times already, but I miraculously managed to stop myself by thinking of the worst thing I could ever imagine: waking up and suddenly finding myself more wrinkled than an old ball sac.
Clearly, the orgasm stopped in its tracks every single time.
But that was becoming harder and harder to do. Seeing Jordan so hard, so worked up, it did something to me. Made me see a crimson red.
And then he told me to bend over and I almost fucking came. I was normally the more dominant one in the bedroom, so to have Jordan tell me how he wanted me, it wound me up tight.
I got on my fours, the mattress sinking in under my hands and knees. I could feel the bed shift as Jordan moved behind me. The sound of him slicking up the plug made my cock jerk. I dropped my head and shut my eyes, letting myself fall deep into whatever sensations I was about to experience.
“Ready?”
“Mhmm.” I pushed my ass back. Jordan spread my cheeks, a chill air being replaced by cool, soft silicone. Jordan rubbed my ass, up and down, using the plug to spread me and get me slick with lube.
And then I felt his finger rubbing against me, pushing into me. I took a breath and relaxed, feeling Jordan’s finger slip inside me. I groaned as he sunk it in deep, pushing and probing. He began to do a “come-to-me” motion with his finger, filling my vision with a galaxy of exploding stars.
He stopped just in time and pulled out. By then, my body was craving it. My hole pulsed with need. I felt empty all of a sudden. Jordan’s finger had pressed a button inside me that couldn’t be easily turned off.
The plug replaced Jordan’s finger. He pushed it forward, and my body greedily took it, the entire plug slipping i
n, the pressure instantly pushing me over the edge.
“Oh Jor—fuck, fuck, fuuuck.”
I tried stopping myself. I thought of everything and anything that would pump the brakes on the orgasm. I shut my eyes and tensed my body.
Something must have worked. My cock jerked and twitched in the air, and I could feel something like the wash of endorphins that happened after every orgasm, but nothing had come out and I was still rock hard.
“Fuuuck,” I hissed out again. I collapsed onto the bed, my hole stretching around the plug. “Crisis averted.”
“I was going to say, I wanted to play for a little longer.”
“Trust me.” I rolled over and stroked myself. “I do, too.”
Jordan smiled, licking his lips as he came down to kiss me, rubbing his cock against mine, both our asses plugged up.
This was probably the hottest thing we’ve done in a while. Jordan and I tended to be pretty vanilla in the bedroom, which was totally fine with me. I loved our time rolling around in the sheets together, regardless of what we did underneath them.
But this felt like an entirely new level we’d reached. My hands glided up and down his soft back as he continued to kiss me.
“All right, now I’ve got to turn you on,” Jordan said in a whisper against my lips.
“I think you’ve already done that.” I made my cock jerk upward in emphasis, slapping against Jordan’s.
He chuckled and sat back up. “Open.” He started pushing my legs apart. My hole quivered around the plug as I spread my legs. Jordan reached down and found the button he was supposed to press; this time it was the one outside of my body.
He held it down and I braced myself, not knowing exactly what to expect, but judging from Jordan’s earlier reaction, I was in for a ride.
“Wait, hold on, I can’t…”
I could feel Jordan moving the plug around, looking for the Start button. My cock jerked in the air. I wanted to jerk off, but I felt like the second I started, I’d blow. And this time I was sure I wouldn’t be able to stop—
An alarm started to blare. Jordan sat up and looked around, wide-eyed and still hard. I sat up on my elbows, the loud shrieking of the alarm echoing through my skull.
“Umm…” Jordan looked around the room, sniffing. “Do you smell smoke?”
“No, it’s probably just a false alarm.”
As if in answer to my dumb statement, someone just outside of our door started to yell, “Fire!” Jordan’s eyes opened even wider. My heart started to pound between my ribs. “Oh, okay, um, all right, let’s take these out.” I reached between my legs and tried to pull out the plug, but I must have been so tense—the plug wasn’t budging. It felt like my entire body was clenching around it.
“All right, let’s just get dressed,” Jordan said over the alarm. He hurried off the bed and grabbed two pairs of briefs and gym shorts from an open suitcase. He threw them at me as he dressed him. Both of our boners had been effectively tranquilized, but the sensation of the plug inside me as I quickly got dressed was… well, interesting.
Jordan and I, both dressed in black gym shorts and wrinkled white T-shirts, hurried out into the hall. I was surprised that neither of us walked out like penguins since every step I took seemed to be massaging my insides.
The hallway was a chaotic mess. People were running to the staircase, babies were crying, dogs were howling. There weren’t any flames or smoke, but we didn’t want to take any chances and joined the flow of people entering the staircase. I occasionally shot a glance over my shoulder at Jordan, who was focused on each individual step. Part of me wanted to laugh at the absurdity of this, and the other part wanted to deal with the building pressure in my balls.
Thankfully, all parts of me wanted to avoid dying in a fire.
We reached the first floor and exited out into the crowded lobby, people shuffling together toward the exit. There were a few hotel staff guiding everyone and reminding us all to stay calm. A couple of people tried to stop and ask questions, but they were pointed out through the front doors. Outside, across the street and underneath two towering pine trees, a cluster of hotel guests were gathering around a man dressed in a sharp navy suit, who must have been standing on a chair. We looked around, still not noticing any fire from the hotel. The man shouted over the sound of the worried crowd.
“Folks, remain calm, folks. It was a burnt toast from the kitchen that triggered it, that’s all!”
The crowd heaved a collective sigh of relief. Jordan’s hand found mine and squeezed. I noticed he was standing a little straighter than usual.
“I’ve got bad news, though.”
The fire alarm stopped its screeching from behind us.
“We won’t be able to get you into your rooms right away.”
The reaction was instant.
“What in the world?”
“We paid for this.”
“How can you do that?”
The man waved his hands in the air, his clean-shaven cheeks flushing pink. “I understand the inconvenience and will be handing out vouchers for two meals at our restaurant. The fire department has to still come and inspect the building and give us clearance.”
“How long is that going to take?” someone asked. I looked to the voice and immediately looked away, hoping she wouldn’t spot me and Jordan.
It was the mom who’d already seen way too much of me and Brody.
My body clenched around the plug, and my dick twitched in my briefs.
“About fifteen minutes, we hope.”
There was more groaning and complaining from the crowd. I felt bad for the guy, who clearly had no choice in the matter. And besides, I was the one with a plug up my ass—if anything, I should be the one begging to be let back in, only so that I could take care of the arousal that had my balls feeling tighter than a housewife’s face after her monthly Botox injections.
“Let’s go this way,” Jordan said suddenly, squeezing my hand and turning us to walk down the street. I looked back and saw the family moving toward us, and I started to move a little quicker.
Susy, our favorite flight attendant, stepped in front of us, blocking our escape route. She had an annoyed smirk on her face. She wore her flight attendant uniform and looked like she was ready for work, but her hair still had a couple of curlers in them.
“Can you believe it, boys? This has never happened before.”
“Crazy, huh?” I answered, unable to think about much except the growing heat inside me.
“Where are you two headed?”
“Us? Oh, um.” Jordan looked around. “A hike. It’ll be a great way to spend the time.”
“It will, good idea. You two should go down this street and walk about ten minutes down Peachtree Avenue. There you’ll get to the entrance for Yuca Trail. Very beautiful, and very calm.”
“That sounds perfect,” I said. “We’ll definitely check it out.”
“Great, well, hopefully the hotel will be clear by then. I’ll be on a flight, so I won’t see you two again. I hope you both enjoy this trip to the fullest! Happy accidents, remember?” Susy smiled, her bright brown eyes lighting up as she opened her arms for a hug. “Oh, I forgot to ask at breakfast, but I was wondering… did you two end up finding Ace and Wilder helpful?” Susy asked. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink. I could tell immediately where this was going.
“We did.” Jordan nodded, lips pursed. “They’re really great guys, and they’ve got one heck of a selection in that store.”
“And?” she asked, cocking her head and arching a thin eyebrow. “Buy anything?”
“A couple of things.” My ass squeezed the plug, pulling it in a little deeper, making me take a short, sharp inhale. I thanked the heavens that my underwear was extra tight. The compression shorts under my gym shorts added an extra layer of much-needed anti-tenting protection. The last thing I needed was to pitch a tent while we spoke about the sex toys we’d bought on her recommendation.
She gave a wink and a giggle. �
�All right. Well then, I’ll let you two go on your hike. See, even this fire alarm fiasco turned out to be a happy little accident!”
“It sure did,” Jordan said.
We thanked her again for talking us into staying at Vintage Ridge. We said our goodbyes, and then we bolted out of there, down the street and toward the hiking trail Susy had recommended. Neither of us had woken up expecting to go on a hike after a false fire alarm while we were both plugged up, but hey, happy accidents, right?
9 Jordan Hampton
I couldn’t believe we were doing this. We were hiking through the verdant wilderness of North Carolina on a picturesque trail next to a babbling brook pulled straight out of a nature documentary.
All while my boyfriend and I had plugs inside our asses.
It was an experience, to say the least.
A very hot and erotic and freeing experience.
And even though I knew an entire city surrounded the trail we were on, the wall of trees was so thick and deep that it felt as if the entire world had drifted away, leaving only me and Brody to enjoy each other for the rest of time.
“You good?” Brody asked. The trail ahead began to curve around a large boulder, a shadow of green moss climbing up its side.
“Better than ever,” I said, my body clenching around the plug as if for emphasis.
“This is actually… kinda nice?”
“Hiking through the lush Vintage Ridge trails and fighting a constant erection?”
“Yeah, exactly that.” Brody laughed as he ran forward a couple of feet before turning around and grabbing his clearly hard dick through his shorts. “Why are you fighting it, though?”
My cock jumped against my briefs. I put a hand in my pocket to hold it down.
“Because I don’t want to accidentally chop down a tree.”
Brody cracked up at that before his gaze took on a more smoldering nature.
