Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2013 19:05:04 -0700
From: Tom Cat <n978th@gmail.com>
Subject: The Chair

The Chair

As I approached the walkway to the front door, I felt that familiar mixture
of nervousness, anticipation, excitement and a bit of fear I first felt so
many years ago as a 18 year old college student walking into my first adult
bookstore.  Back then, I had finally gotten up the courage to walk into the
store after several attempts that ended up with me chickening out.  When I
finally screwed up my courage and entered, I was in awe of the cornucopia
of porn lining the walls.  People doing things I had never even thought of.
 And I was soon to discover the delights of what was called the arcade,
that dark maze of small rooms, where men indulged the desires they would
never speak of to their families and even their closest friends.

To this day, I never fail to feel just the slightest bit nervous when
anticipating an encounter.  I suppose so called adrenalin junkies also feel
that mixture of nerves and excitement when facing an open door of a sky
diving plane, or facing a rock climbing wall.  But my adventures of a
sexual nature involved things,that many, if not most people would find
wrong or even disgusting.  I liked to think of it as just plain nasty and
it fired my erotic imagination like nothing else and added to the entire
experience.

I pushed the door bell on the modest suburban home and was soon greeted by
a very good looking, compact middle aged man who introduced himself as Jim.
 Jim's smooth, confident, and friendly manner immediately set my mind at
ease.  Our e-mails on Crag's list had been brief and matter of fact,
basically establishing his desires as a top and my willingness to serve as
a bottom.  Jim invited me in and I followed him to the living room.

I was surprised to see another guy lounging in an easy chair sipping a
beer.  Jim introduced him as his friend Wayne.  He looked up and smiled in
a slightly sneering way, and went back to watching the TV which was showing
a hetro porn, of some guy banging a blond chick.  Jim had never mentioned
anyone else in our e-mails, so I just assumed Wayne had unexpectedly
stopped by and I would just have to hang out till he left.  Little did I
know how wrong my assumption would turn out to be.

Jim pointed out a very nice leather couch and said to relax and make myself
at home.  He asked if I wanted a beer and I nodded yes so he went into the
kitchen to fetch it.  While I was waiting for my beer, I looked at my
surroundings.  Jim's home was tastefully furnished in a definitely
masculine manner.  Not a feminine touch to be seen.  In front of the couch,
between it and the TV was an odd looking piece of furniture that had me
puzzled.  It looked like a large ottoman, about 3 feet by 2 feet.  Covered
with rich brown leather over a rounded, padded top.  The strange thing was
its height, it stood on four sturdy dark wood legs and it was almost 3 feet
tall.  Each leg had a small, black, wrought iron decorative ring about a
foot off the floor.  It was way too tall to rest your feet on while
watching the TV.  I decided it must be some kind of bar stool, that got
left out in the living room.

Jim soon returned with a nice cold beer in a glass.  He sat down beside me
and handed me the beer.  Wayne stood up and announced he was "bleeding the
lizard" or some other crude remark and walked off to the bathroom.  After
Wayne left, Jim turned toward me and leaned in while he placed a hand on my
thigh.  "Sorry about Wayne being here.  I know you and I never discussed
anything beyond you and me.  But you see, Wayne's wife is out this evening
on a girls night and he and I have been getting to know each other while
she is gone.  Wayne has discovered he likes playing with guys and is a top
when he does.  That presents a problem, since I am a top also, and, well,
that gets in the way.  I am hoping you just might be the missing piece of
the puzzle for us."

Suddenly my role became clear, I was to be basically a toy for these guys.
 Just a fuck toy, and to be frank, it intrigued me and brought back those
nervous, excited feelings I was so addicted to.  I stammered in my
nervousness, "ah... sure I don't mind".  Jim, visibly relieved, leaned
back, but left his hand on my thigh, giving me a firm squeeze.

Wayne returned from the bathroom and sat down next to me on the other side
from Jim.  I started to feel warm and even more nervous excitement being
between these two good looking guys.  Jim spoke up, "Wayne, I explained the
situation here and he's cool with it, no problem".  Wayne again gave me
that mixed sneer and leer smile of his and place his hand on my other
thigh.  I felt my cock start to stir, feeling their warm hands on my
thighs, so close to my cock, but so far at the same time.  We all relaxed
and leaned back to sip our beers and watch the porn.  They guy in the porn
had pulled out of the chick and was shooting spurt after spurt on her tits
and face.  The sight of a mans semen always fires up my dirty imagination
and I hungered for a taste of it, even if it was just a porn scene.

After watching the porn for a few minutes, Jim reached over and took my
almost empty glass away and set it down on the end table.  At almost the
same time, both Jim and Wayne took each of my hands and placed them on
their crotches.  I couldn't help but wonder if it had been planned in
advance.  I could feel each of their cocks, semi-rigid in their pants.  I
started to gently squeeze and rub, feeling each one become larger and
harder.  I knew what to do, so with one hand I unbuckled their pants, and
pulled down each zipper in turn.  With a little effort I fished out their
now straining cocks.  I soon had two fine specimens bobbing in the air
waiting for more attention.  Jim was about average length and width, cut
with nice bulging veins lacing his penis.  Wayne was considerably larger,
but uncut.  Jim had a fine reddish, mushroom head capping his cock.  The
sight of these two beautiful cocks in each hand soon had my own cock
straining in my pants.  But I knew my role was to pleasure the two men and
my own pleasure was secondary.  They way things were progressing I figured
they each wanted a blow job while the other watched and they would be
finished with me.  Once again, my assumption turned out to be dead wrong.

As I sat there slowing stroking their cocks on each side of me, Jim reached
into the drawer on the end table and pulled out two leather cuffs.  I had
never been into bondage, so I watched with a little trepidation as each man
fastened a cuff to my wrist.  I said, "what are those for".  Jim explained
"we both like leather and it turns us on to see you stroking us while
wearing leather.  Made sense to me, but I couldn't help but wonder why each
cuff had a small clip attached to it.  Maybe to hang on a rack when not
being used.  Looking back, I realize I was so naive.

So I kept stroking my two cocks, occasionally running my finger around the
top and hefting their massive balls.  The porn had changed to a bi-sexual
scene with two guys taking turns fucking a big titted woman.  Content in my
task and anticipating wrapping my lips around each cock in turn and being
finally rewarded with a two nice salty loads of semen for my efforts, I
relaxed and enjoyed the experience.  Again I noticed the strange
ottoman/stool in front of us and asked Jim what that was.  He smiled and I
caught him giving a glace at Wayne who also smiled.  "Well, its ah... ah...
a reproduction of a greek massage chair.  Oh I said, "I have never seen one
before, how does it work".  Again Jim and Wayne both smiled and Jim said,
"here let us show you".  Immediately I felt two strong, firm hands take my
arms and they stood up and brought me forward in front of the massage
chair.  "You will have to remove your shirt before a massage so we don't
mess it up".  I slipped off my shirt and they brought my arms forward over
the chair and firmly pushed my shoulders down so I was laying across the
narrow middle of the chair.  Quickly, before I could react, both cuffs were
clipped to the rings on the legs.  I tried to stand up, but those rings
were more than decoration.  I started to protest, but Jim reassured me,
"it's necessary so you can appreciate the deep massage we are going to give
you"  Wayne quietly chuckled when he heard that.

Soon I felt some warm oil being spread on my shoulders and upper back.
 Strong hands started kneading my muscles and I started to relax.  But as
he leaned over behind me to work my neck muscles, I could feel a hardness
push up against my pants in the back.  After a minute or so, the massaging
hands stopped and I felt someone else reach around, unbuckle my pants and
start pulling them  and my underwear down until I had to step out of them.
 What a relief to have my raging hard on freed from the confines of my
pants.  Cool air now touched my bare bottom and I started to feel
vulnerable and open.  Next I felt two more cuffs being fastened to my
calves.  One by one, my legs were pulled to the side and I heard the cuffs
being clipped to the ring on each side.  There I was,  immobile, naked,
helpless, with my ass sticking up in the air, laying over the soft leather
of the massage chair.

Behind me I could hear clothes being removed and dropping on the floor.  My
head hung down in front so I couldn't see much but the porn playing on the
TV when I looked up.  Soon the hands returned to my back and the massage
resumed.  Now, however, I could feel bushy hair brushing up against my bare
bottom as my masseuse worked my neck and shoulders.  I heard Jim's voice as
he quietly leaned over me and said in my ear, "relax, you will enjoy your
deep massage if you don't fight it." and he again chuckled somewhat
ominously.  I heard and saw Wayne step around in front of me and watched
him pull off his pants, leaving a dirty t-shirt on.  Jim stopped massaging
me and lifted my chin up while Wayne turned around, bent over and pulled
his ass cheeks apart.  As Jim held my head, Wayne backed up till my nose
was buried in his ass crack and his sphincter was up against my lips.
 Although I had never rimmed a man before, I knew what was expected.  I
stuck out my tongue and gently licked up and down over Wayne s asshole.
 Running my tongue around and around the edge of the opening.  Occasionally
pushing the tip of my tongue into his opening.  I must have been a natural.
 Wayne started a little moaning and said "Jim, this boy really knows how to
lick a man's ass.  You need to try it."  Jim laughed and said "maybe later".

With my mouth and tongue occupied, Jim let go of my head and I felt him
move away, leaving my ass uncovered and bare to the world.  Then I felt his
hands pull my ass cheeks apart and a warm, wet tongue start moving over my
asshole.  I had never been rimmed before and the feeling was exquisite.  I
thanked my foresight is taking time to thoroughly clean myself inside and
out before coming here.  I had figured it was better to be prepared than
sorry.  Knowing I had nothing to worry about, I relaxed and let the feeling
of Jim's warm probing tongue wash over me.  Soon I was moaning a little as
I mimicked what Jim was doing with my own efforts on Wayne's ass.  Wayne
was a dirty talker, the entire time.  Calling me a "dirty ass licker", "a
little cock whore" and other degrading phrases.  Hearing someone talk dirty
while you gave them a blow job or licked their balls was a huge turn on for
me.

After awhile, all too soon, Jim stopped licking me and left my bottom bare
and a little wet and cool in the breeze.  What would happen next?  I was
helpless to whatever they wanted to do to me.  I prayed it wouldn't be
something bad I would regret later.  Then I heard the bottle of oil opening
and I relaxed, anticipating Jim's strong hands again on my back.  Wayne had
moved off in front of me leaving me with nothing to occupy my mouth for the
moment.  Waiting for the warm oil to pour again on my back I was startled
to feel it drip directly on the top of my ass crack.  Did he miss? I
wondered as it slowly ran down my crack and towards my asshole.  Strong
hands again pulled my ass cheeks apart and fingers started rubbing the oil
around and into my asshole.  I felt an oily finger push against my
sphincter ring and slowly enter my rectum.  Slowly moving back and forth,
in and out.  Soon it was replaced by two fingers, in and out, relaxing my
asshole, I knew what was happening, I was being readied for a man's penis
to enter me.

While my ass and rectum were being prepared, hands lifted my head up and I
was staring at a rock hard cock, inches from my face.  Wayne's cock had
grown even larger now and the uncut foreskin had slid back revealing a
shiny penis head that looked like blue steel.  And there at the urethral
opening was a crystal clear drop of pre-cum almost ready to drop off.  I
eagerly  stuck out my tongue wanting catch that sweet drop of nectar.
 Wayne took his cock and gently wiped it on my out stretched tongue,
cleaning that drop of pre-cum off.  It was soon replaced my another while I
savored the salty sweetness, knowing I would soon be rewarded with a mouth
full of hot cum.  Wayne started to tease me with his cock.  Putting it so
close it would brush my lips and I strained to lick it clean and pull more
of it into my mouth.  Wayne laughed and taunted me at the same time.
 "Look, Jim, filthy little cock whore wants to suck off big Wayne.  Should
I let him?"

While I was preoccupied with Wayne's cock and his teasing, Jim had removed
his fingers from my ass and it felt empty and wanting.  Soon however, I
felt Jim's legs up against the back of mine and an object, bigger than a
finger started poking against my asshole.  Pushing gently, I could feel it
just start to enter my opening.  Of course I knew what it was and knew I
was about to be fucked, and fucked good.  I relaxed my sphincter and tried
to push back, but that would put Wayne's cock just that much further from
my eager mouth.  Wayne saw my predicament and laughed.  "What's the matter
dirty little whore, can't decide which end want's it worst."  Jim kept
pushing and I felt the head of his cock finally push past my ring and then
he slide all the way in till I felt his cock head bump up against my
prostate.  God it felt so dam good to have my rectum filled up. Now the
thrusting slowly started and my prostate and rectum walls were being
massaged.  Now I knew why it was called a "greek" massage chair, and I
smiled to my self.

As Jim grabbed my hips and started humping me harder and faster, I started
to let out involuntary grunts and groans.  I just felt so primaeval, a
grunting animal being used by two men for their own perverse pleasure.
 Wayne hearing me grunting decided to finally fill my mouth up and slid his
massive cock into my mouth.  I did my best to accommodate his wide cock and
used my lips to slide his foreskin back and forth while he held my hair and
face fucked me.  All the while, a constant string of disgusting, but hot
erotic words issued forth.  "Suck my cock, sissy" "Your gonna eat my cum,
pig"  Like your face full of man cock?"  My own neglected cock was just
rubbing against the chair as Jim pounded in and out of my ass.  Not enough
friction enough for me to orgasm, so it was frustrating knowing I couldn't
cum.  I know there was probably a puddle of pre-cum pooled on the floor
under me.  Especially as Jim pushed up against my prostate with each thrust.

How long Jim and Wayne used me I have no idea.  I lost track of time as Jim
and Wayne indulged their dirty, filthy desires.  Could have been an hour
for all I know.  I was out of my mind with pure animal lust, high on
hormones and endorphins.  I couldn't think beyond the feeling of that cock
filling me up, the balls slapping against my ass, the thrusting cock inside
and doing all I could think of to please the huge cock in my mouth.  I
Desperately wanted to feel and taste Wayne's cum.  I was brought back to
earth when Jim leaned over me, telling me he was going go shoot his cum up
my ass.  I felt him grip my hips tighter, pull me into him harder and
increase the speed of his insistent thrusting.  Then it happened, he gave
one deep, deep thrust, held it as far as he could and I felt a warm feeling
in my gut as his seed gushed out and filled my rectum.  Jim gave a few more
urgent thrusts, then collapsed against my back and held there, keeping my
ass filled with his still hard wet cock.

Seeing Jim cum, must have put Wayne over the edge.  He pulled back, held my
mouth open and started squirting spurt after spurt of warm, salty semen
into my open mouth.  I looked up and he was just leering at me as he said.
 "Here's your reward sissy cock sucker, don't spill a drop"  I swallowed as
fast as I could, wanting to enjoy that unique, musky and salty flavor of a
man's cum.  When he was done squirting, he put his cock back into my mouth
as I eagerly cleaned off every drop I could find.  I used my tongue to push
up the underside of his penis, to get out every last drop of his delicious
semen.
Jim had now recovered and pulled out his softening cock from my ass.  I
felt so empty now after having been so adequately filled up by Jim.

Both men now collapsed on the couch with me still tied to the massage
chair.  I could taste Wayne's cum in my mouth, still salty.  I started to
feel a liquid start to run down the back of my leg.  Cooling in the air as
it slowly run down.  I heard both men behind me laugh as they saw it to.
 "Nice job Jim, you filled up the boy so much he's leaking" and they
laughed again.  "Look at all the drops of pre cum under his hard on.
 Should we finish him off, milk him like a cow?"  "Nah, we might want to
use him again tonight, he should be nice and lubricated now."  "This time I
get the other end"

All I could think of was how Wayne's cock had stretched my mouth.