I nodded, even hornier than I’d been before I’d started the film, packed up my stuff, and left with Austin to head for his place, driving separately. The entire time, I couldn’t get that movie out of my head, it felt like the entire thing was looping over and over. Still, when I got there and we got busy with each other, I was still too nervous to suggest trying anything that I’d just seen, and Austin didn’t even bring it up, keeping things relatively vanilla.
In my previous relationships with women, I’d always enjoyed a more dominant role, and when I’d first hooked up with Austin, I’d tried that with him, but it wasn’t long before things had reversed. By this point, I was exclusively bottoming for him, and while I’d grown to appreciate it, that was the first night where I actually enjoyed the experience. Suddenly, having his cock in my ass…it wasn’t an intrusion, it was welcomed. Needed, even, and I kept thinking about that fist, thinking about how wide that pig’s hole had stretched to accommodate it, wondering what it might feel like to have someone inside me like that. The one thing I did do, while he fucked me, was start grunting and snorting a bit–not really on purpose at first, but doing it made me feel so damn sexy-dirty that I kept going, and Austin ramped up the nasty talk, calling me a little piggy, and that was when I blew all over his sheets.
We fucked a few more times that evening, which was more than we had before. I was insatiable, now that I knew how good it felt to be filled up, and Austin was more than happy to help me out. He couldn’t get it up the fourth time, but he seemed unfazed, and we dug around in his collection of toys, found a dildo substantially larger than he was, and now that I was well loosened he worked it into my hole…and I swear, I shot another load without even touching myself, just like that damn pig in that video, and as disgusted as I knew I should be…what I actually felt was pride, if you can believe it. I know I couldn’t, at the time. He worked me over for close to an hour, and I…I think I shot three more times before I’d finally had enough. I was sweaty and gross but I didn’t care…but I couldn’t get to sleep. My hole ached. At first I thought it was sore, but it was just…empty. I slipped out of bed and found a plug, and once that was in me I felt much better immediately, and drifted off to sleep almost immediately.
The next morning, Austin laughed when he found me plugged up, but he was ready again, and so we fucked one more time before work. Austin wasn’t small by any means, but after that dildo the day before…getting fucked was nice, but it just didn’t quite do it for me. I still came, but I was thinking more and more about that fisting session in that video. We carpooled to work together–it was Friday, and had already made plans to spend the weekend together like usual–and I went to work with the plug still in. Honestly, I’d just forgotten to take it out, and didn’t realize it was still in until the vibration of the car got my cock hard as a rock. I told Austin what I’d done, and he smirked, suggesting I just keep it in–after all, who would know, other than him of course. The thought had occurred to me of course, but having him validate the desire made me more comfortable with the idea. It wasn’t like I couldn’t take it out when it got uncomfortable, right?
Comfort wasn’t the issue, it turned out–it was stimulation. I couldn’t focus. I had to keep slipping off to the bathroom every hour to jack off, still snorting like a pig. I couldn’t get through tickets–I’d just stare at my computer screen, rocking on my plug, thinking about that video, wanting to watch, terrified someone might see, groping my leaking cock through my khakis. Before lunch, Austin sent me a link–another video. I skipped lunch, and watched it instead in the empty office while everyone else was out.
It was shorter, but featured the same pig as before. It was soaked in piss again, crawling around the floor, licking boots, licking cocks, licking pits, licking cracks. The lighting was better, and camera more focused on the pig this time, his body covered with less rubber. I could see that his entire body was covered with tattoos, face covered with piercings. It’s small cock was studded with metal, with a huge PA bigger than one of his balls through the head. His skin was totally smooth, it shone like it was covered with grease or oil, head shaved, but with a thick, grungy beard. I couldn’t finish the video before someone came back, and I rushed off to the bathroom to finish up my own load.
At the time, I couldn’t understand why this was affecting me so much. I’d always been a pretty level-headed guy. I’d never been that interested in sex. But now, I reeked of it, and all I wanted was Austin to take me home and plow me to the ends of the Earth, but I needed to finish the day at least. I managed to hold my focus for a hour, solving a few tickets, and one happened to take back to the building of the guy who’d had that screen flicker the day before. I’d completely forgotten my promise to check in on him and see how his computer was acting, so I was glad I’d remembered. I finished the ticket I’d picked up first, and then swung back by the guy’s office. The door was closed, so I knocked, but didn’t get an answer…but I could hear noises coming from the other side of the door, so someone had to be in there. I knocked again, and this time the sounds grew quieter. But were still there, and after a few moments, they got louder again. I was curious, so I tried to knob. It wasn’t locked, and I slipped the door open quietly–just a crack, but enough to see inside.
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