Lust in Latex

by Rachel Bussel

  I didn’t care if I had hurt her feelings. I didn’t care if I had gone too far.

  I listened for her response.

  The front door slammed.

  At a quarter to one, Elise crawled into bed. She wrapped her arms around my waist. Her hands lay on my belly, her chin rested on my shoulder. Her bare skin was warm on my back.

  She was naked.

  And suddenly I was trying to remember the last time she came to bed with nothing on, the last time she didn’t don an oversized T-shirt or pajamas.

  Then Elise took my hand and guided it down between her legs and I realized she wasn’t naked, she wasn’t naked at all. As soon as I touched it, I knew what it was. I knew how it looked, what day I bought it. I knew exactly how it had looked on the curvy vanilla mannequin that stood in the store window, too.

  I sat up on my elbow. “Elise?” I called her name into the darkness.

  She kissed my shoulder and maneuvered me back down.

  “You see, Rona, I was thinking,” she said. “Maybe our original exchange wasn’t fair. What do you say we renegotiate?”

  Intrigued, I said, “I’m open.”

  “Good. Then all that stuff you tore out of my closet? You take those and I’ll keep these, then we’ll see what we can work out from there.”

  She rubbed my hand over her crotch. The black vinyl thong clung to her, lay against her cunt and hips. The vinyl was soft, so soft that if I hadn’t known better, I might have thought it was her skin.

  It was soft, and it covered her flesh in such a way that when I slid beneath the covers and bent my head down to rest against it, the swatch of fabric that covered her crotch was cool on my cheek. I turned my head slightly and inhaled her.

  Shiny, black vinyl separated my lips from hers.

  It was nearly enough just to lie there, to feel the thong on my skin and in my hands. It was nearly enough just to inhale it, until suddenly, it wasn’t.

  So overwhelming was the need to taste Elise, my lips trembled. I planted kisses on her belly and hips, tracing the edge of the garment with my tongue. I brushed my cheek against the thong, then lifted it with my teeth just enough that my tongue could slip beneath.

  Then I kissed her there.

  Elise tasted sweeter than ever before. She pushed with her hips, her cunt against my mouth. Her hands resting in my hair, she held me still.

  She held me steady as the wave of her orgasm crashed against my lips.

  Satisfied, I lay my head between her legs. I licked the taste of vinyl, the taste of Elise, from my lips, and closed my eyes.

  RUBBER-PARTY VIRGIN

  Jay Starre

  Stanley was barely twenty-one. No virgin, but not all that experienced, either, he had recently moved to the very gay West End of Vancouver and was excited about it. Gay men everywhere—on the streets, in the restaurants, the gyms, the stores and the pubs and nightclubs. It was a dream come true for a small-town prairie boy.

  He had been raised on a ranch and had the lean muscles to go with that vigorous outdoor lifestyle. He joined a gym right away and began to work out regularly. He liked exercise, unlike many who hated their time in the weight room. His best friend, another young dude from a small town, was the one who’d gotten him the invite to the party.

  “Gary and Todd are really hot dudes. And they have the best parties, I’ve heard. They asked me if you and I wanted to come to their party on Friday night,” Victor said in his best dramatic whisper to Stanley as they dressed in the gym changing room.

  Stanley frowned. “Those two guys are old! Aren’t they about forty?”

  Victor rolled his eyes. “Yeah, one’s thirty-nine, and the other is forty. But they’re hot as hell, with more muscles than either of us.”

  Stanley had noticed them in the gym, always chatting to others who all seemed to know each other. Both were tall and extremely well built. It wasn’t that they looked over the hill or anything, it was just that they were almost twenty years older than Stanley and he felt a little insecure about it. What would they think of him?

  “They think you’re a sweet piece of meat,” Victor informed him, as if he’d read Stanley’s mind.

  “You’re going, too? I won’t be alone?”

  “Alone? You fucking idiot! Probably twenty other guys will be there, at least.”

  Victor was the bold one, while Stanley was the curious but timid one. Victor was also full of shit sometimes, and Stanley seriously doubted if the two hot party boys had even noticed him in the gym, or called him “a sweet piece of meat.” Neither had said two words to him.

  Stanley arrived at the towering condo building with his heart thumping. He was shy around crowds of strangers, having grown up around more cattle than humans. Victor blabbed away at his side, excited and completely unaware of Stanley’s nervous state.

  “Oh, yeah, dude, did I tell you it’s supposed to be a rubber party?”

  The elevator door was sliding open and the hallway yawned in front of them, the doorway to this “rubber party” only a few yards away.

  “What the fuck is a rubber party?” Stanley hissed to his buddy as Victor grabbed his arm and dragged him down the hall.

  “Everyone dresses in rubber. Kinky, eh? Gary and Todd told me they’d provide some rubber outfits for us.”

  It was just like Victor to do this to him! Rubber? What was he talking about? Stanley had already been worried about how he had dressed, and now he was obviously going to be dressed completely inappropriately. How did one dress for a rubber party, anyway?

  The noise of the party hit them like a pounding tidal wave. Piles of discarded shoes and clothing were heaped up inside the doorway. Men were visible wandering through the rooms beyond, and what they were wearing was like nothing Stanley had seen before down on the farm.

  Gary, the redhead of the pair of hosts, appeared in front of them. “Glad you two made it,” he shouted over the thumping disco music. He grabbed both their arms and pulled them into the closest doorway. “Everyone gets in costume here. What can we find that will suit you two?”

  Gary was huge. Tall, and built like a barn, too, he seemed as big as the two younger men put together. He smiled and laughed and seemed nice enough, though, and Stanley felt a little better. But what was this rubber costume all about? What was he supposed to wear?

  He found out. Gary held up a skimpy pair of what looked like shorts: banana yellow, glossy and tight. “Is that it? That’s all I‘m supposed to wear?” Stanley asked in disbelief.

  “We want to see your sweet little body,” Gary said with a leer and a wink.

  He could have refused. But Victor was already tossing aside his own clothing, and Gary was dressed in a costume himself. Stanley wouldn’t be the only one looking strange.

  Stanley had been too overwhelmed to notice exactly what Gary wore until then. A tank top and pants, all glossy midnight black. But as Stanley looked closer, he realized the tank top was not leather, nor were the pants. Were they rubber? The surface had a reflective sheen that seemed almost unreal. Gary smiled as Stanley looked him over and hesitated.

  “It feels hot once you get it on. Take off your underwear too. Rubber feels great around your dick and nuts.”

  Stanley flushed and took a deep breath. Was he a chicken? What could it hurt? He wouldn’t look like a fool when everyone else was dressed just as outlandishly. He was unaware that so far he’d seen only the tamest of the rubber outfits.

  Victor was already donning his rubber. A similar tank top stretched over his slim but well-defined chest. This one was more of a navy blue, although it reflected the light so glossily it almost seemed black, too. A pair of rubber chaps fit snugly around his lean thighs but left his crotch exposed. He had a boner!

  “You’re going out there like that?” Stanley gasped.

  “Sure. Maybe someone will suck it for me.”

  Victor’s bold attitude shamed Stanley. The rubber shorts in his hands were skimpy, but at least he wouldn’t be parading his stiff cock around for
everyone to look at. Bright yellow, though? He would stand out like a sore thumb.

  There was nothing to do but strip and put on the shorts. Gary watched with bright green eyes, red brows arching with interest as Stanley discarded T-shirt, then jeans, and finally his skivvies.

  Victor slapped his naked ass playfully, which made Stanley jump and flush more brightly. To avoid displaying a rapidly rising hard-on, Stanley hastily stepped into the yellow rubber shorts. The material clung to his thighs as he pulled it up, stretching enough to permit him to pull it up to his waist but never losing its snug fit. He jammed his stiffening cock inside and snapped the fly shut. His boner rose to full mast inside the constricting material and tented it obscenely.

  He felt warm all over. He actually felt naked, as if the rubber was his skin, and not clothing. It was very weird. Something else was weird, something he hadn’t noticed in his dazed state.

  He reached back and felt the clinging rubber that encased his ass. What was that? A slit ran right down the center. He felt it with his fingers. It opened up and exposed his ass crack! Fuck! He was wide open back there!

  Gary was speaking. “What a sweet young bubble butt! Everyone is going to want a piece of that!”

  A piece of his ass? Stanley was horny, especially now with the kinky rubber shorts on, but was he ready to give up his ass to a bunch of rubber freaks?

  He blushed more brightly as his cock jerked inside his rubber shorts and leaked precome. The thought of all that rubber and getting fucked up the ass was more exciting than weird. Way more exciting! He vowed to keep an open mind. At least he would have an open ass, with that slit down the back of his shorts.

  He took a deep breath and followed Victor and Gary out into the main room. As he walked, he felt the shorts open up behind him and he was sure his ass crack was clearly exposed. The rubber clung to his buttcheeks snugly and crammed them together, but still he felt like anyone could reach in and finger his ass, or his hole, if they wanted to. That image sent a shiver up and down his nearly naked body.

  The scene he slipped into was bizarre. Glossy black dominated the room as men strolled around unabashedly, but there were other colors, too. Several splashes of ruby red stood out, some emerald green, and lots of dark blue. He didn’t see any other yellow, though, and felt like he stood out a little too much.

  Chaps, pants, rubber boots and tank tops were the most common attire. But as Stanley mingled, he noticed other gear. Rubber jockstraps, and shorts somewhat like his, and even rubber gloves of black or green or red. A couple of dudes wore rubber masks that hid their features and transformed them into anonymous strangers.

  “Look at that,” Victor whispered to Stanley as he dug an elbow into his naked rib.

  Stanley looked through an open doorway to another room, a bedroom. Two guys sprawled on a bed. They wore rubber from head to toe, one in black and the other in vibrant ruby red. Even stranger, they wore headgear that really seemed bizarre.

  Like gas masks, the rubber hoods had flat nose nozzles and snaking tubes that curled out to connect to their mouths. Huge eye goggles emphasized their features and created a totally alien look. Stanley gasped as he stepped closer to the open doorway for a better look.

  One of the men beckoned him onward with a wave of a rubber-gloved hand. Stanley’s mouth gawked open, and he had no idea what to do. The pair watched him through goggled eyes. Whether they smiled or frowned was impossible to guess. What did they want?

  “Go on, get kinky!” Victor hissed in his ear. His buddy shoved him forward and Stanley found himself stumbling beyond the doorway into the alien-inhabited bedroom.

  Unable to see their expressions, it was their body language Stanley was forced to read. Both sprawled back on the bed on their elbows, their thighs spread wide. One waved him onward while the other dropped a hand to his crotch and lewdly massaged a bulge there.

  Stanley realized the one in black wore an entire bodysuit that had a gleaming zipper up the front that bisected the rubber-encased man like a dividing line. The other in red wore a tank top that left a smooth upper chest exposed, and red chaps and a black jockstrap, all in clinging rubber.

  Stanley approached, suddenly aware of how naked he was in comparison to this pair who seemed shrouded in their rubber flesh. Even their noses and mouths were encased in rubber!

  He had no idea who these two dudes were in real life, but they were bizarrely exciting right there in front of him. He moved forward until he stood at the foot of the bed between the spread thighs of the ruby red rubber man.

  A ruby rubber hand languidly motioned downward. The message was impossible to mistake. Stanley hesitated for just a moment, then dropped to his knees on the carpet. The crimson-gloved hand came out and clasped the back of his neck, drawing his face down into rubber crotch.

  Stanley’s chin, then his cheek pressed into glossy rubber. So smooth! Sticky but slippery, strange smelling but intoxicating at the same time. He felt his lips brush over the rubber, then he stuck out his tongue and licked.

  He shivered, all at once aware of how far he’d come in less than twenty minutes. He’d been dressed normally at the elevator, unaware of what loomed ahead for him, and now he was on his knees licking a stranger’s rubber crotch.

  Stanley surrendered to the sensation. He licked the smooth rubber, sniffed it, and then licked up his own drool. The rubber hand on his neck was firm but did not direct him. It was his own nasty will that had him rubbing his face all over that rubber crotch, feeling hard cock pulse beneath the cherry-red rubber and then thrust up into his face.

  Rubber hands began to stroke his naked arms and back. The dude next to them draped a leg over them and began to caress Stanley as he continued to mouth the ruby-red suit and shiver with anticipation between rubber-encased thighs.

  He was aware of his ass crack open to the air. The yellow rubber of his own suit gaped apart as he knelt, and gaped farther apart as he spread his own knees willingly. He wanted to open up his ass. He hoped rubber fingers would reach into that opening and feel him!

  His wish was granted. A rubber knee pressed along his naked thighs then up between them. Next thing he knew, a rubber-gloved hand slid down his back and over his ass. Rubber-enclosed fingers slipped into the crack in his shorts and pushed between the rounded buttcheeks.

  Stanley moaned out loud, his tongue creating wet trails up and down the ruby-red rubber crotch. Rubber fingers plunged into his crack and probed deeply. Sweat broke out under the rubber shorts in a sudden oozing of heat. His balls and cock felt wet and slippery inside the clinging shorts. His ass felt open and slippery, and then violated as a rubber finger jabbed inside him.

  Stanley bucked against the finger, moaning and tonguing with wild lust. He felt stabbed and speared, while the only thing he wanted more was to suck the cock under the rubber in his face.

  The rubber man read his mind, or merely understood the frantic mouthing over his stiff meat. He unsnapped a rubber jockstrap and released his fat meat. The sudden smell and taste of real flesh was such a counter to that flawless smoothness of rubber, Stanley groaned out loud and wiggled his ass with total abandon around the finger probing it.

  Stanley gawked at the rearing purple boner. The steamy flesh, veined and throbbing, of a disembodied and naked cock thrust out of rubber skin. He lunged with mouth open, drool on his lips, the taste of rubber drowned by the taste of cock. He slurped up the head and half the shaft as he realized now two rubber-encased fingers were worming their way up his tender asshole.

  His naked thighs were surrounded by rubber thighs. The man beneath him cradled his sides in his rubber chaps, while the stranger beside him sprawled over him with one rubber leg and knee rubbing all over his legs and butt. The rubber fingers on his neck encouraged him to bob up and down over that steamy cock, while now a trio of rubber fingers began to drill in and out of his palpitating anal cavity.

  The two men made weird echoing grunts which sent shivers up and down Stanley’s naked spine. His own lewd smacks an
d deep moans were more natural but just as nasty. He found himself riding those fingers up his ass and thrusting his rubber-encased crotch against one rubber thigh. He suckled on cock while he humped rubber thigh and fucked himself over rubber fingers.

  It couldn’t last. The bizarre scene was just too exciting. His cock fucked the rubber insides of his shorts, growing red-hot and slick from his own desire and sweat. The fingers up his ass made him wild, savagely probing his prostate and teasing his aching ass lips. His guts churned.

  The cock in his mouth swelled and began to pulse. He pulled off just in time to receive a come-bath over his gaping mouth and snorting nostrils. The stench of come and the intense smell of sweat and rubber combined in a mind-blowing aphrodisiac.

  Stanley’s cock erupted. Goo creamed the insides of his rubber shorts, dripping down his erect shaft to pool over his balls, which were nestled snugly inside banana-yellow rubber.

  The dude fingering his ass pulled out, but not before twisting those fingers around and probing really deep, which yawned open Stanley’s asshole into an aching pit.

  Stanley rose and stumbled away while the two unspeaking rubber men watched. The come in his shorts felt gooey and warm. His asshole felt hot and stretched and open. He was acutely aware of the slit in the back of his shorts.

  The party noise was nearly deafening, and Stanley hoped Gary’s neighbors were understanding. In a daze, he thought to look for Victor, but then decided he didn’t really care if he found him or not. The sight of all those kinky outfits was now more exciting than ever.

  Gary found him through the milling crowd, the big hulk encasing him in a burly arm and pulling him over to his partner, Todd. Just as tall as the redheaded Gary, Todd was dark-haired and powerfully built with heavy brows and an animal look about him. He grinned at Stanley before pressing him down to his knees on the floor in the midst of the swirling crowd.

  “Guests get to suck off the hosts,” he claimed with a nasty laugh.

  Todd wore very little, the main item of dress a skimpy rubber pouch that bulged with potent manliness. He had a rubber collar around his beefy neck and a rubber wristband, all in gleaming dark emerald. He also wore a pair of high rubber boots that looked like they once belonged to a fireman.