He broke our kiss and spun me around until my hands were up against the shower wall, his knee between my legs separating them like I was being lined up by police. I felt him crotch behind me before he pulled my ass checks apart and brought his tongue to my virgin anus. I moaned loudly when his tongue first brushed my rosebud, and could barely withstand the sensations his tongue was providing as he lathered my anus in kisses and licks, before starting to probe around my anal ring with his tongue, working his tongue into my ass like a piston before pulling out and restarting the process all over.
I was struggling to stand and leaned my head on one of my forearms while reaching for my cock with the other and giving it a few pumps while Greg continued make love to my asshole with his tongue. I took the hand off my cock and reached back to grab his head and encourage him by pushing his face deeper into my ass which he responded to by driving his tongue deeper inside me.
This was very new to me, and I was being overwhelmed by the pleasure Greg was giving me. Just when I thought I needed to ask him to stop, he did so on his own, and stood up behind me nibbling on my neck and reaching around with his right hand to stroke my hard cock. I threw my neck back and moaned out to him, “ohhh fuck greg” as he pumped my cock up and down.
“I’m not quite done with you” he said into my ear and broke his embrace from me, stepping backwards a couple of steps. I wiggled my butt for him and started to turn around when he pushed me back against the wall and then forced me into a wider stance with my arms still supporting me against the shower wall, the room now entirely ensconced in steam.
This time he used the fingers on his left hand to open up my ass checks as I felt something larger and firmer started to press against my asshole.
“Ugh,” I grunted, “what are you doing?” I moaned as I felt more of the object start to slip past my anal ring.
“Don’t worry it’s just my finger, I won’t hurt you.” Was his response, as he slipped more of the finger into my ass before sliding most of it out, before pushing the entire finger into my ass in one motion, his palm smacking against my ass.
“Ohhhh fuuuucccck” was all I could muster as he started to slowly finger fuck my ass, my cock twitching in excitement below me.
“Does that feel good?” he asked. “Do you like taking my finger up your ass?” he asked a little more demanding of an answer this time.
“Ugh, yes, yes” I got out in short, excited breaths. “it feels so. good” I was barely able to finish as the pace of his fingering intensified.
As he reached around with his other hand and grasped my cock, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for very long and as I looked down to see his soapy hand working my rigid cock, I felt the orgasm coming up fast from very deep within me. My muscles tightened involuntarily around his finger, preventing any more penetration, but he held it there firmly and continued to pump my cock as I felt my balls drawing in tighter and tighter, feeling the load crawling up inside of me.
When I came, Greg had to release his grip on my cock and hold onto my waist tightly, his finger still buried in my ass which I contracted against again and again as I watched my cock spray wave after wave of come against the shower wall. As I steadied myself, Greg released his grip on my waist and brought it to my cock again, pumping out the remnants of my orgasm down the shower drain. As he removed his finger from my ass, I was left with a void I knew I needed to fill again soon.
After turning off the water and handing me my towel, I reached out to grab Greg’s cock but he pulled away from me.
“I have to put a stop to things for now, unfortunately. You weren’t to know this, but I’m now running late for a family event that I need to get to, but I have something for you,” he continued as he stepped out of the shower and disappeared into this bedroom.
“Come out here when you’re ready, and bring your towel” he called out to me, and as I entered the bedroom, I saw him holding a black box in one hand while toweling his hair with the other, his chest, stomach and beautiful cock on display die me. After setting the box on the bed, he took the towel from me and finishing drying off my back and legs, then laid the towel open on the bed and asked me to lay on my back.
He rummaged briefly inside the box before pulling out a small, silver butt plug that he presented to me, then reached back in to grab out a small bottle of lube which he opened and then spread a few drops onto the head of the plug.
“This is a butt plug, Michael,” he informed me while apply a little lube to two of his fingers that he then brought down to my asshole and started rubbing.
“Yeah, I can see that” I grunted as he rubbed his fingers along my asshole.
“Right. So I’m going to ask you to start wearing this,” he informed me as he slowly started to insert the plug into my asshole. It was very small, not much bigger than Greg’s finger, and he soon had the full piece inside me.
“And this is going to help train your asshole so when it comes time for me to fuck you, it’ll be easier to take,” he finished, putting the lube back into the box and taking it and placing it on his dresser.
“I’m so glad you came over today, but I’m sorry, I need you to get dressed and head out.”
“Right,” I replied, pulling my legs up to my chest as I stayed on the bed and flexing my ass muscles around the plug. “How long should i wear this?”
“Start small, an hour or so a day. It’s going to make your ass sore, but do it a little bit more each day and you’ll grow accustomed to it. And then we’ll resize you into something bigger and work you up from there.” he finished, escaping into his closet and coming back with a buttoned shirt on that he was quickly fastening.
“And always use lube when you insert it” he added definitively. “Come on,” he prodded, tapping my thigh, “You need to get moving.”
“Right, right” I confirmed, rolling up and off the bed. “Umm, I need a clean shirt…” I added, looking around the room for my pants and shirt.
He reached into his dresser and pulled out a basic navy v-neck shirt and flung it in my direction as he walked back into the bathroom, hung up our towels and reached into the cabinet to grab some hair gel.
I was just about dressed as he rushed out of the bathroom and took my hand in his, leading my out of the bedroom, down the stairs and towards the front door. We stopped there, and he pulled me in close for a sweet, tender kiss.
“I’m really glad you came by today, I had been thinking about you all night as well. And I’m sorry to throw you out like this, I hope you understand.”
“I do,” I confirmed, kissing him again briefly. “Are you going to be online this week? How can I get in touch with you?”
“Oh..” he said, and broke our embrace to reach into his pocket and pull out a business card from his wallet. He grabbed a pen off a nearby table and scratched a number onto the back before handing it to me.
“My home phone number is on the back, but you can call my service on the front as well if you need to get ahold of me. Just leave your name and say you’re calling about a pending case, I’ll know who it is,” he finished, opening the door for me.