The Hunt

While hearing Paul’s argument as to why we should do it, I was already thinking about how we would do it. I figured that trying his want would be easy. Having that I’ve had anal sex with Linda several times, I couldn’t imagine that it would be any different with Paul’s ass.

The part that had my cock thumping and my mind spinning, was the thought of how to get his cum from his testicles, to my tongue. Although I had never thought about it or am sure I would even know what to do, I thought that if I was already going to taste and swallow someone else’s cum, getting it directly from the source seems to be the most efficient way of extraction.

After he finished his reasoning, I quickly replied with “shit, Paul. You’re fucken serious, aren’t you?”

Just like before, Paul quickly stood back up, and due to the fact that he hadn’t really secured the buttons to his pants, he was easily able to drop them to his ankles. The difference this time was that he didn’t turn around. Instead, he stood straight up with his solid eight inch cock following suit.

Unlike him showing me his plugged ass, which could be imagined as a woman’s ass, there was nothing that the imagination could do to hide that I was now staring at another man’s dick. Being that I have seen this same tube of meat several times in the shower at the gym, the size and girth of his now erect tool would have definitely caught my attention if that were ever the case.

“As serious as that log in your pants.” He replied as he grabbed his shaft and slapped the head against his belly.

Ten minutes ago, I had never thought about anything involving a man. As I sat here with a growing wet spot on my boxers, I was not only now wanting to take his offer of deposit, but the thought that I would suck it from him had me so unexpectedly excited that I couldn’t hide the fact that I was hard as a rock.

Still not wanting to admit it out loud, I was amazed at how my mouth was suddenly watering, while unable to take my eyes off of his mighty flesh. I kept asking myself, “why was I, a straight man, now so obsessed with wanting to have another man’s cock in my mouth?”

Trying to come up with reasons as to why we shouldn’t, I said once again “Paul, we’re not gay. I have a hard-on because I just saw a smooth bare ass with a plug stuffed in it. You have a hard-on because it is your ass that has said plug. Plus we’re married, what do you think Linda and Sara would think?”

Without missing a beat, Paul began stepping out of his pants while replying with “well, since Sara first convinced me to let her plug me, she has been really wanting to try a strap-on on me. I keep laughing it off, but to be honest, I think that I am kind of scared.”

Hearing him say this actually relieved me a little. This made it apparent that he was still not gay and looking for his next opportunity. Fortunately for him, it was having the opposite effect on me. I found this vulnerability insanely arousing.

With his manhood proudly standing at attention, Paul walked toward me, stopping when he was only a couple of feet from me. From my seat, I was head height to his interestingly beautiful giant, to which I could see in greater detail, including the glistening drop of precum that was making its way down his shaft.

“What about Linda and Sara?” Paul questioned as he turned around and straight-legged bent over in front of me.

He was in fact reaching down to retrieve the butt plug, laying down towards my feet, all while giving me an insanely close look at the stretched asshole that he had hoped I would fill.

He paused picking up the toy as to give me ample time to study his inviting hole. Slowly standing straight and turning, once again placing his hard cock in direct eyeline of me, he asked. “Are you going to say something to Linda? I wonder what that would sound like. How about “Paul and I were sitting by the campfire, he showed me his ass that was filled with a butt plug. Naturally, it gave me a boner. But I was a good boy though and didn’t touch myself the whole time he proceeded to fuck himself with his plug in front of me.”

Paul was able to wash the fear from me long enough that both of us got a little laugh from his impression.

“So think about it while I go wash this plug. Once I get back, something is going in my ass, preferably your dick, if not, then this plug.” And with that, he started to turn to walk away.

With no conscious decision made, I quickly reached out, grabbed his naked waist and turned him back towards me. Dropping my hands to his smooth ass, I reactively pulled him towards me. With his hard glistening cock wavering mere inches from my face, I lifted my head and trapped the crown of his cock with my lip before lowering my head and mouth over his shaft.

“At-a-boy. Not what I was anticipating, but I’m sure not going to turn down a blowjob.” Paul said, as he put his hand on my head and began to “encourage” me to take more.

He tried several times to impale my throat, but due to its massive girth, was unsuccessful at stretching it enough. That isn’t to say that I wasn’t doing my own form of encouragement, in the way of pulling on the ass cheeks that currently filled my palms.

As Paul made a final push on my head, he gave a little extra umph. This didn’t lead to him breaking through, but it did lead to a violent gagging fit. Whether he let me, or by my will power, I was finally able to force my face from his slobbery cock as I gagged and gasped for air.

With a bunch of slobber trails running from his shaft to his crown, roping across to my open mouth, I caught enough air to finally speak. Out of all the things that a straight man who was just gagging on a cock, could say, the first words from my wet lips was “how else were you wanting me to get your cum.”

Staring at the bobbing manhood in front of me, connected to my face by several strings of saliva and pre-cum, I came to a realization. What had been a means to an end, has now become a desired thing within itself. I wasted no time in slurping up the trails as I once again sank around five inches of his cock into my mouth.

While in a gasp over the warm suddenness of my mouth hoovering his cock, he finally was able to reply with “oh wow, that feels great.” He again placed his hand on the back of my head, which I was actually bobbing up and down on, trying to pull the tasty pre-cum that was coating my mouth.

He continued, “well, I need your dick to know if I want to buy the strap-on for Sara. You simply need me to cum, so you could answer your personal question of what another’s tastes like. No blowjob required.”

Dropping my hands to my pants, I began to release my throbbing cock from its confines. I needed to push him back so I could more easily pull my pants from my hips, all while maintaining a lip-lock with his shaft. Seeing that I was fiddling around with the front of my pants, the hand that was holding the plug relaxed, dropping the plug back onto the ground.

While the fountain show was happening out of his sightline, due to my head being in the way, he addressed his thoughts, ” Well, I figured that if I was able to enjoy having your cock in my ass, I would most definitely have an orgasm. My question would have been answered, and all you would have to do to answer yours was, clean up what I left.” After taking another gasp of air he finished with, “but this also.”

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