I got to Gene’s condo early on Saturday morning, just after nine, with a small overnight bag, just lube, a couple clean towels, and a few surprises I figured he’d like. He opened the door in a loose robe, cock already half-hard, and pulled me inside before I could even say hello. He kissed me hard, like I'd been starving for. His tongue was in my mouth the same way I’d been sucking on his cock the first time we met.
“I’ve been thinking about you since you left,” he murmured against my lips. “Couldn’t sleep, kept stroking myself remembering how tight your ass felt.”
We didn’t waste any time getting to the bedroom. Clothes came off fast. Mine ended up in a heap on the floor; his robe got tossed somewhere. Gene’s cock was already hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. I dropped to my knees right there in the doorway and gave him the slowest, most worshiping blowjob I could. Started with those heavy shaved balls, sucking each one into my mouth, then licking the whole sack until it was shiny and dripping with spit. Gene’s hands were in my hair, not pushing, just guiding. Gene softly said, “You really do worship cock, don’t you?” as he groaned.
I worked my way up the shaft, licking every inch, tracing that thick vein underneath until I got to the head. Then I took him deep, slow, inch by inch, until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubes and his cock was sliding into my throat. I held it there, swallowing around him, letting my throat milk him while I looked up into his eyes. He lasted longer this time, fucking my face in long, lazy strokes while I rubbed his balls and teased his taint with a spit-slick finger.
When his orgasm came it was an explosion. Thick ropes of cum, shot straight down my throat at first, then he pulled back so I could taste the rest on my tongue. I swallowed every drop and licked him clean while he was still trembling. “Your turn,” he said, voice hoarse, and pulled me up onto the bed.
He spent the next hour on me. Sucked me slow and deep, then flipped me onto my stomach, licked my ass like he couldn’t get enough. Long, wet licks from my balls all the way up my crack, circling my hole before pushing his tongue inside. He added fingers, one at first, as I loosened up, two, then a few minutes later three, stretching me open while he kept licking. My cock was dripping all over the sheets.
That’s when he brought out the first toy. He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a thick black silicone prostate massager, curved with a big bulbous head and a vibrating base. “Bought this after last time,” he said with a grin. “Thought you might like it.” It looked really big to me. He lubed it up and worked it into me slowly; the stretch at the beginning was intense. The second it hit my prostate I moaned like a whore. He turned on the low vibration and left it buzzing while he climbed up and fed me his cock. My mouth was now full of his cock, my ass full of that pulsing toy—I came hard in a few minutes, shooting down his throat while my hole squeezed around the massager.
We took a break after that. Coffee, some talking, his hand lazily playing with my soft cock. Then we moved to the living room. Gene sat on the couch and had me straddle him facing away, reverse cowboy. I lowered myself onto his bare cock. The angle was perfect. I could control how deep he went while he reached around and stroked my soft shaft. I rode him for a long time, grinding down so every inch was buried, feeling his balls against my taint. He kept talking dirty, telling me how hot my hole looked stretched around him, how much he loved watching his cock disappear inside my hole.
Next we tried something new for both of us, standing. He bent me over the back of the couch, my toes barely touching the floor, and fucked me hard from behind. Deep, pounding strokes that made my whole body jolt. Then he pulled out, spun me around, and lifted one of my legs onto his hip so we were almost face to face. He slid back in and fucked me slow like that, kissing me the whole time while his cock dragged over my prostate. Gene had still not cum!
That’s when the second toy came out. It was a set of graduated anal beads, smooth and made of silicone, starting small and getting thicker. While he was still inside me, he started working the first few beads in alongside his cock. The stretch was intense but so good. He fucked me with both until I was shaking, then slowly pulled the beads out one by one while he came deep inside me. I felt every pulse of his cock; that pushed me over the edge. I shot cum across his chest without either of us touching my cock.
After that we showered together, with slow soapy handjobs and more of his fingers in my hole. We then took a nap while naked, tangled up, his softening cock nestled between my butt cheeks.
By late afternoon we were at it again. Gene was determined to wear me out. This time he wanted me on my back, legs over his shoulders, deep missionary. He used a different toy first: a thick realistic 8-inch dildo, a stretch for me, as it was little bigger than him, to open me up more. He fucked me with it slow, watching my face, then switched to his own cock and pounded me until we both came again. I shot hands-free, and he flooded my insides while he kissed me so deep I could barely breathe.
The last round that day was lazy and sweet. He put me on my side, spooned behind me, and slid back in while we watched the sunset. No toys, just his hard cock, his hand slowly stroking me, and his voice in my ear telling me how perfect I felt and how he wanted this every weekend if I’d have him.
Sunday morning the light came through the half-open blinds. Gene was pressed tight against my back, arm over my waist, his cock, now with morning wood, still tucked between my cheeks from the night before. I felt the head nudging against my hole. I didn’t wait for him to wake up all the way. I reached back, grabbed the base, and guided him right in. One smooth push backward, a little stretch, and he slid inside on the leftover lube and cum, all the way to his balls.
Gene let out a low groan; he was still half-asleep but instantly into it. “Fuck… good morning to you too,” he rasped, hips rocking forward. His hand gripped my hip while he started a slow, sleepy fuck, shallow at first, just rocking inside me. I clenched around him on purpose and he growled against my neck, biting softly.
We stayed like that for a long time, lazy spooning sex, no rush, just the wet sound of him moving in me and our breathing getting in sync. When he came it was quiet and gentle, I felt the deep pulses adding another warm load of cum inside me. He stayed, cock buried, softening slowly, while we dozed another half hour.
Eventually we got up for coffee and breakfast. His cum was still leaking down my thigh and Gene couldn’t keep his hands off me. His fingers kept tracing my crack, dipping in to feel how open and sloppy I was. “You’re gaping a little,” he said with a proud grin. I could tell he was proud that I was still open and dripping.
After coffee we went back to the bedroom and that’s when the real play started.
Gene had clearly been shopping again. On the nightstand were two new toys, a heavy black silicone butt plug, fat and tapered with a wide base, bigger then I had ever used, and a massive realistic horse-cock dildo, that looked dangerous. It was easily 12 inches long, thick as my wrist, flared head, veined shaft, even molded balls. Dark brown silicone, lifelike texture, suction cup base. I was sure that would never fit in my ass.
He saw me staring and laughed. “Saw it online and thought, ‘Dick would lose his mind over this. Figured we’d see how much of a cock-hungry slut you really are.”
We started with the plug. He had me on my back, legs spread, knees to my chest. Lubed it up good and worked it in slow. The stretch burned in that sweet way. When the widest part popped past my ring and seated deep, I moaned loud. I don't think I had ever been stretched that far open before. The weight pressed right on my prostate and pre-cum was already dripping from my soft cock. Gene left it in and sucked me off slow and sloppy until I came hard down his throat, my ass clenching around that fat butt plug.
Then came the horse cock. He put me on all fours at the edge of the bed, ass hanging off. Lubed the monster and teased my plugged hole with the flared head, letting me feel how wide it was. “We’re not getting the whole thing today,” he said, voice thick, “but I want to see you take as much as you can.” He pulled the plug out; my hole was gaping open. Then he pressed the horse dildo in. Just the head at first, stretching me wider than ever. It stung. I rocked back, took another inch, then past the middle ring until I had about 7 inches buried. The fullness was insane. Gene rubbed my soft cock in time with my movements, whispering how hot it was watching me take it. “Such a perfect stretched hole. It's going to ruin you for regular cocks.”
I came again like that, dribbling across the sheets while the dildo stayed deep. Gene pulled it out slow, watching my wrecked hole, then slid his own cock in and fucked me hard. He came with a shout, grinding deep, telling me how good it felt sliding into a hole already stretched by horse cock.
We took short breaks, more coffee, water, a quick shower where he fingered me open and made me cum on his fingers again. Afternoon brought more: me riding the horse dildo suction-cupped to the floor while Gene fed me his cock, him plugging me again and fucking my throat until he came on my tongue.
By early evening my ass was throbbing and loose, my balls drained, every muscle feeling used in the best way. Gene gave me one last slow fuck on my side, leg hooked over his hip, sliding in easy with no resistance left. He kissed me deep while he came one final time, a small tired spurt that still felt perfect.
When it was time to go I dressed slowly, feeling every movement. Gene walked me to the door naked, kissed me long and deep, then slipped the heavy black plug into my hand. He said, "Drop your pants and bend over." He pushed the plug back inside me. “Keep this in on the drive home,” he said with that wicked smile. “Text me when you get there so I know you’re still plugged with my cum leaking around it.”
I did exactly that. Drove the whole way plugged, feeling his loads slowly seeping out around it. When I got home I sent him the photo of me naked on the bed, plug visible, hole puffy and red. Told him I’d be back next weekend ready for whatever new toy he ordered.
He replied right away: “Good boy. I already have a fucking machine shipping. It should be here by next Saturday. You’re not leaving until Monday morning.”
I fell asleep smiling, my ass still plugged, tasting him on my lips, already counting down the days.
