Playing with Fire

by K. C. Wells

  The hardest part about this whole event was hiding my own feelings from him. I mean, I wanted it, enough that I’d been on tenterhooks the week leading up to it. But what surprised me was that I was nervous.

  I didn’t get that part, not at first. I’d fisted loads of guys, from those who were experiencing their first time and wanted someone who knew what the fuck he was doing, to those who could damn near take my whole arm like it was nothing. So why the hell was I nervous?

  Then it hit me.

  I wasn’t in love with one of those guys. I wasn’t living with them. I wasn’t committed to them.

  This was new for me, and I wanted to experience it with Pete.

  ~ 0 ~

  “You know what the best part is for me?” Ray asked. “When he takes his hand out.”

  “Really?” I tried to get my head around that. “Not when he’s moving it inside you?”

  Ray shook his head. “Think about when you’ve got a butt plug in there. When you pull it out, there’s this… pop, right? Doesn’t that feel good? When you’re opening up those muscles from the inside?”

  Now that he mentioned it… “Yeah.”

  “Plus, when he’s got his hand in you, it’s a mix of pleasure and pain. If he’s any good, he’ll know how to navigate between the two.”

  I glanced across at Damon, who gave me a warm smile. “Oh, he’s good.”

  Ray chuckled. “Lord, you’ve got it bad.”

  I wasn’t about to deny it. I was head over heels. Three months in, and it just kept getting better.

  “And another thing. You know it’ll feel nothing like a plug, right? I mean, those babies are smooth, but a hand feels almost… jagged.”

  I snorted. “Sounds like the dragon dildo he’s had me practice with this last month.”

  Ray’s eyes widened. “Respect. Those are fucking huge.” He snickered. “Oh, well, if you can take one of those, you might get more out of your first time than I got outta mine. It can take a couple of tries until he gets his hand in.” He paused. “Don’t forget poppers. They come in real handy. You take a hit right after he gets it in, and you’re good to go for a while.”

  “What do they do?” I’d never used poppers, and I was curious.

  “They give you this head rush that lasts maybe three minutes before it wears off. It gets your heart rate going, and it works wonders on your insides, relaxing the muscle. And yeah, you’re kinda high for a second or two.” He gazed intently at me. “You want some advice?”

  “Anything.” I wanted to get the most out of this.

  “Remember, when you’re getting fisted, you need to be out of your head and in your body, which I know sounds weird, but let me explain. When I’m getting fisted, and I’m thinking too much about what’s happening and tighten up, I have a trick that really works. I get him to stop moving, just hold it real still inside me, and then I close my eyes and mentally scan through my body. I start at the top of my head, checking in with the muscles, and end at my feet. It’s sorta like meditation, makes me more aware of my body, of how it feels.” He grinned. “Having his hand in me? Best. Feeling. Ever. But I only do this at parties, or someplace else that’s not my apartment.”

  “Why?”

  He flushed. “Fuck, I couldn’t do this at home. My neighbors would run me outta there. When I cum from being fisted? Sounds like I’m giving birth to a cow.” He waggled his eyebrows. “So be prepared. Oh, and you ever see those nature documentaries about deer giving birth, and there’s this little baby deer, all wobbly on its legs?” He snickered. “That’ll be you, afterward. I don’t know what it is about lying in a sling and having a guy’s hand in you, but fuck, it wears you out like nothing else. I mean, like completely drained.” He glanced across at Damon. “But you know what’s gonna make it so much better? That connection between you. I love anonymous sex, but I wouldn’t let a stranger fist me.”

  “Because you have to trust him, right? To know him, and for him to know you.”

  Ray nodded slowly. “Exactly. There’s no high like it. And you are gonna love it.”

  That did it. I wanted Damon right that fucking second.

  A hand touched my shoulder. “Ready to play?”

  I gazed up at him. “Fuck, yeah.” Before Damon could say another word, I was on my feet, thankful I’d removed the leather pants when we’d arrived. I wanted to be ready for action. And seeing so many naked guys went a long way to making me feel more at ease with being nude. I smiled to myself. It was like being at home. Neither of us spent a whole lotta time in clothes.

  That’s what blinds are for, right?

  “Have fun.” Ray gave me a grin, which I returned, before Damon took my hand and led me over to the corner where they’d set up the sling.

  Showtime.

  ~ 0 ~

  Pete trailed a hand over the sling’s frame. “I remember this baby.”

  I glanced at his cock, already pointing up to the ceiling, and snickered. “So I see.” I reached down and gave it a few leisurely strokes, noting the precum that was already beading at the slit. “I’m not surprised you took off your pants. This would’ve bust your zipper. Boy, you’re ready to pop, aren’t ya?”

  He laughed. “Not yet, I’m not.”

  I grabbed his ass and lifted him into the sling, putting his feet in the stirrups. He gripped the chains, his eyes focused on me, and I smiled. “I know you’re eager and all, but I was gonna warm you up a little first.”

  His eyes lit up. “With toys?”

  I unzipped my leathers and fished out my rigid dick. “I was thinking more along the lines of this.” I smacked it against my palm.

  Pete grinned. “Like I’d ever say no to that beautiful cock.”

  I grabbed hold and pulled him toward me, so his ass was hanging over the edge, before slicking up my shaft and squeezing lube over his hole. A moment later I was home, all the way inside him, my hands on his thighs, pulling him toward me to meet my thrusts, Pete’s hard dick bouncing against his belly. “Love the way you feel on my cock.”

  “Love the way… your cock feels… in my hole.” He gave a blissful smile as he glanced at the sling. “Can we have… one of these… at home?”

  I tried not to think about the large parcel hidden in the garage. “We’ll see.” A few of the guys had come over to watch us, but I shut them out. This was just me and Pete. I’d already gotten towels, lube and a couple of toys within easy reach, but I wanted him relaxed and happy.

  That was a no-brainer. My boy loved to be fucked. His dick was leaking precum like a bastard all over his abs, but he knew better than to touch it. In our bed at home, making love, that was okay, but in a scene?

  That sweet cock was all mine.

  When he moaned with pleasure, I knew it was time. Reluctantly I pulled free of him, and grabbed a towel. “Ass up.” When he complied, I slid it under him. His gaze alighted on my glistening dick, and I knew what he wanted. I stood next to his head, held my cock out, and he was on it, his hot mouth encasing my shaft. Fuck, he could suck like a goddamn vacuum cleaner, and I was way too close. “You gonna take what I give ya?”

  His eyes shone, and I swear he sucked even harder. That was it. I emptied my balls down his throat, holding his head steady so he took every last drop. I shivered as he slowly licked along my dick, cleaning it with his tongue. Pete dropped his head back onto the sling mat and grinned. “Think I’m ready for my entrée.”

  I tucked my softened cock into my pants and reached for a thick, flexible dildo. I let him see it as I slicked it up, and he chuckled. “After that dragon cock I’ve been playing with? That’s like fucking me with a pencil.”

  I laughed as I slid it into his loosened hole. “I’d agree.” I pushed until three quarters of its black, glistening length was inside him, then I held up another. “Except this time, I’m fucking you with two at the same time.” Patiently, I eased it into him next to the first, and he let out a soft moan. Then I set up a rhythm, sliding them alternately in and out of his ass, u
ntil his moans reached a new volume. “Like that?”

  “Feels… amazing. Full. But fuck, when they both move…” He gripped the chains, his belly tightening as I fucked him with both.

  I couldn’t resist. “Imagine how it would feel if there were two dicks inside you at once.”

  God, his eyes widened at that. “We need… to talk about this some more.” I held one still and slid the other in and out, faster and deeper, and he groaned. “Fuck, yeah, we have to talk about this.”

  I laughed, and gently removed them, before picking up what would be the final toy. “Got something new for ya.”

  He gaped. “Oh my fucking God, it looks like a traffic cone with ridges.”

  Not a bad description. Its head was shaped like the head of a cock, but that was where the similarity ended. It flared to a wide base that I had to stretch my hand to grasp. “It’ll feel really good, and it’ll open you up for me.” I applied a liberal coating of lube, then pressed the head into his hole. It popped in easily, but he moaned as I twisted and turned the toy, rotating it as I slid it slowly into his ass, changing the angle now and then.

  “Like those… ridges,” he gasped as I drove it a little deeper.

  I left it wedged in his ass, and put on my black nitrile gloves. When my fingers were slick with a heavy lube, I pulled out the cone until there were only a couple of inches inside him. This time when I slid it into him, I added a couple of fingers, and he moaned in appreciation.

  “Yeah, gonna stretch you wide open, boy.” Then there were three fingers inside him, and all the while I corkscrewed that cone into his hole, in and out, until his breathing grew ragged. I added a fourth finger, pushing my hand deeper into him, still moving the cone in and out until there was less of it and more of my hand inside.

  I stilled my hand and checked on him. Pete’s gaze was locked on mine, still gripping the chains. I smiled, gently thrusting into him maybe an inch, then stopping. “We’re just gonna camp out here for a little bit,” I said quietly, letting my hand slowly stretch him, feeling the muscle gradually open up for me. “Okay?”

  Pete let out a rough chuckle. “Camp out. I like that.” He nodded. “It’s more than okay. Feels… oh fuck, it feels really good.” He attempted a grin. “Better than the dragon, at any rate.”

  I gave him a moment to get accustomed to the stretch, knowing once I was all the way in, things would get a whole lot more serious. When I felt he was ready, I tucked in my thumb, and slowly, so slowly, eased deeper while pulling the cone free, and suddenly, I was inside him, up to the wrist.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hole clamping up really fast.

  I’d expected this. “Breathe, Pete. Breathe slowly, and count to ten. I’m not gonna move. Come on, count out loud for me.”

  Pete commenced counting, his voice quavering, and I held still, watching for the signs that his body was relaxing. And when it happened, I saw it plain as day.

  “Good boy,” I said, keeping my voice soothing. “We don’t go any further until you’re ready.” I grabbed the small amber bottle and held it to his nostrils, watching him take a hit.

  That’s it, boy. I was so fucking proud of him.

  ~ 0 ~

  I was aware of my heartbeat, racing a little faster. I focused on my body, like Ray had told me, and God, it was amazing how my muscles relaxed. I could feel his hand, so fucking huge inside me, and I understood why you might think a hand felt jagged. “Fuck, your knuckles…” It was a weird moment, heady sensations all mixed together with a good dose of high.

  Damon nodded. “And if I move them slightly, you’ll feel it.”

  I stared at him. “Do it.” I breathed deeply, forcing myself to keep calm. The movement of his hand was so gentle, a slight thrust, no more, but fuck, I felt it. He stilled again, his eyes on me, and I knew words were useless.

  We were beyond words.

  Damon made his hand vibrate just a little inside me, and there I was, dancing along that line between pain and pleasure. Except… it was more discomfort than pain.

  “Feel my hand?” I nodded. “Try to grip it with your butt muscles, then relax them.” I did as he asked, unable to miss the moment when he felt it too. Damon smiled. “Oh wow. Yeah. Okay, keep doing that, but now visualize my hand sliding in. I’m not gonna twist it, all right? Just gonna keep it like this, a gentle in and out motion. That’s all you’ll need to cum from this.”

  I did as he suggested, getting into a rhythm of grip-relax-grip-relax, all the while picturing his hand inside me, inching its way a little deeper. I kept my breathing steady, and then it hit me than Damon’s breathing was synchronized with mine, that we were locked in this moment of almost… meditation, as he gently moved inside me.

  That was when I knew I was ready for more.

  “Now,” I whispered. Damon placed one hand on my belly, slowly rubbing it while he moved in and out of my hole, no more than an inch or two, but I felt it. I felt his knuckles when he flexed his hand a little, and fuck, that was hot. I lost all track of time, conscious of nothing but that hand inside me, and Damon’s gaze locked on me. He’d pause now and again, and each time he recommenced those gentle movements inside me, I moaned from the exquisite pleasure of it all. It wasn’t like I’d expected. No frenzied hand-fucking, no slipping in and out of my hole, just that unhurried, almost reverential motion as he brought me closer to the edge with one- or two-inch thrusts. I felt every single one of them. By then I was covered in sweat, my chest heaving, and I knew I was going to cum from this.

  “Touch yourself,” Damon said, his eyes focused on mine.

  I wrapped my hand around my cock and tugged, and Damon sped up a little, never once breaking eye contact. Nonsensical words poured from me as I shot my load, giving way to a low moan that wouldn’t stop, that was so fucking loud, I swear everyone in a five-mile radius heard it. Heat poured off me, cum pulsed out of me, and still I couldn’t hold the sound in. Damon came to a rest, his face alight, and I was so fucking ecstatic to share this with him.

  Then came the moment when he pulled his hand free of me. I tensed, and there it was, that awesome sensation as his knuckles popped free of my hole. I groaned, not wanting it to be over.

  “I know,” he said softly. He removed the gloves and dropped them, turned inside out, to the floor. Damon wiped his hands and forearms on a towel, then commenced the ritual of cleaning me up. I was barely aware of it, dazed, trembling and damp, and still on such a fucking high from the rawness of it all. I didn’t think I could move, and I’d never felt so… naked. Damon removed all traces of cum and lube, lifted me from the sling, and carried me over to the vinyl-covered couch where he just held me in his arms, kissing my face, stroking my chest and belly, the movements soothing and gentle.

  After a while, he cupped my chin and looked me in the eye. “You okay?”

  I laughed weakly. “Fuck, I’m exhausted.”

  “Was it like you expected?”

  “Hell no. It was way better.” It was something I wanted to do again, and again.

  “You were amazing.”

  I reached up and stroked his cheek. “You know what? I think it takes two to be amazing.” Then I grinned. “Although… maybe three works just as well. Just saying.”

  Damon laughed triumphantly. “Aha. Someone really liked taking two dildos.”

  I narrowed my gaze. “You knew I’d like it, didn’t ya?”

  He shrugged. “I just don’t want you to miss out on anything. I know we talked about including others, but it really is up to you.”

  For the first time, I saw how things could be. “We play together?”

  He nodded. “Always. And the moment you’re not happy, you say so and it stops.” He leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. “Other guys come and go, but there’s only ever gonna be one Damon and Pete. Me and my boy. My lover.”

  Warmth flooded through me. “I like that,” I murmured. That got me another tender kiss.

  Damon peered at me inquiringly. “You said th
ree. Is that a hard limit?”

  I knew that look. “Why?”

  He gave a casual shrug. “I was just wondering how many guys I could squeeze into my basement for your first gangbang, that’s all.” His eyes glittered, and I knew he’d seen that telltale twitch of my dick.

  I laughed. “To quote you, let’s not run before we can walk, okay? I think we need to work up to that one.” Who was I kidding? He’d had me thinking about that when he first mentioned it back in the summer.

  Damon grinned, and I knew he wasn’t fooled. “Maybe. I was thinking we’d give it a couple of months. I reckon by February you’ll be asking me who’s coming.” He snorted. “Apart from you, of course.”

  Life with Damon was never gonna be boring. And I intended to enjoy every minute of it.

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  The Way Things Are.

  Damon

  January

  It had to be my favorite view. Pete, on all fours, his long, lean back stretched out, his ass in the air, and my fat dick sliding into it, splitting those cheeks and sending shudders through Pete every time I went deep.