Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2006 15:45:43 EDT
From: Fasote@aol.com
Subject: Med Play

I am not your normal bar crawler; I simply do not normally go to bars. So I
am horned up and have no resources so...

Firstly I go to the bathroom, clean up the large enema bag and get out the
catheter supplies.  Sitting on the toilet, I finger myself and remove any
chunks within finger distance of my hole.  Actually that does not feel so
bad.  The deed is done, I thoroughly wash my fingers and my cock with warm
soapy water.  Nice, clean.

With the bag hanging on the medical stand, I take the nozzle over to the
sink and make sure the water flows freely, then stop the keck.  This is
going to be fun.  My floor is covered with my bathmat and my towel for me
to lie on.  With my knees raised above my body, my greased finger finds my
pleasure hole.  One finger, two finger, three finger, I just relax and take
it all in.  My sphincter seems loose enough, so I grease up the large
walnut-shaped black nylon nozzle and hop on it.  OOOH.  Love the feeling as
the water starts its flow, love the feeling of the cramping, the ass tea
that comes out, I love the whole procedure and basically all things
medical.  Now I am lying on the floor and getting really comfortable, the
feeling, as always makes me rock hard.  Once the water begins to rise and
my bowels are comfortable, I stand up and go to the sink.

Standing at the sink I sterilize my hands, under my fingernails, my cock
and the immediate area around my penis.  My next move is to open the
medicine and remove my kit.  Inside is a foley catheter, surgi-lube,
inflation syringe, sterilized gloves, saline solution, betadine wipes and
collection equipment among other things.  Being ever so careful, I
carefully rewash my hands, blot them dry and ever so carefully open the
gloves and put them on.

Oh my belly is feeling ever so good as the nice warm water rises to the
occasion.

Once the sterile gloves are on, I undo the betadine wipes and make sure
that most of my penis is disinfected.  My next move is to open the
surgi-lube and make sure there is a nce bead of lube on the head of my
penis.  The foley container is opened and carefully picked up by the tail,
I then lube the bottom inch or two.  OH it feels so good as the cool lube
is pushed into my cock slit and the foley is very carefully worked in.  I
grease only 2-3" next to my penis as I work it in.  One hand is holding the
end of the tube from touching anything, the other is ever so carefully
making my man cunt swallow my tube, ooh I love being fucked.  It feels so
nice as my penis is satiated by being fucked from the inside.  Once most of
the length is carefully worked in, I hit the prostate.  With a careful
shove, foley's head is past my sphincter and I feel like I want to cum.

Being careful, I close the valve on the urine side of the my foley but I
flll the inflation syringe with the appropriate amount of saline.  Then, I
screw the syringe head to the foley receptor. One or two more shoves and
the catheter is home.  Oh the feeling.  My left hand pushes the saline to
inflate the bulb, a quick tug and all is nested and not about to move
anytime soon.

I love to piss and this is a way to make me piss.  After closing off the
inflation valve, I attach the extension tube to the urine side.  Dangling
the urine tube over the edge of the sink, I slowly open the urine valve and
my golden manhood races down the sink.  Undoing the leg bag, I firmly
attach the leg bag to the extension tube and dribble slightly into the bag.

My bowels are now really enjoying the sense of fullness. Found out years
ago that I can easily take a good gallon of water in basically any
position.  I love it.

I find the Velcro straps and take my leg bag and strap it into place -- the
bag collects my golden manhood and keeps it until I decide to release.
With a new bag and a new extension tube I should have no leaks.

Back on my backside to finish my bag I go. The first cramp is now beginning
and it feels so good with all my prostate stimulation and just the idea of
satiating my own self.

A few minutes later I take my hands and massage my gut to get the last of
the churning water into myself.  Once the bag is empty I remove the nozzle
and insert a similarly sized plug.  No leaks here.  The cramps begin to
subside so off to my bedroom to get out my skins.

For my evening, I am going to wear my leather pants, dehner boots, short
sleeve leather shirt and will have my gloves handy.  So I go to my hutch
and remove all my parts and pieces including the boot jacks -- these are
some tight boots.

The cramps begin again so I go to the bathroom, sit on the toilet, remove
the plug and explode.  This is what I like. A few gurgles later and nice
dark ass tea is coming from my high bowels.  WOW.

Once the water is finally out, I replug myself and re-empty the bag
strapped to my leg.  Love it.

Back to the bedroom I put on my jock and pants. My pants legs are tight but
I manage to raise them enough o pull up my boot socks and my boots, With my
two antique boot jacks, I pull up first one and them the other boot.  I
check to make sure my urine bag is nice and snug , the tube is comfortable
and my pants come on up. I finish dressing and decide it is time to go.

Outside the bar I see a leatherGod get off his motorcycle -- full leather
no doubt.  As I park the car I watch this leatherdaddy dismount, nearly
cream in my jeans at his boots, butt and etc.  Restrain myself dummy.  As I
walk toward the door, he removes his helmet to reveal a handsome, sexually
charged, bearded wonder of the universe.  He takes his helmet and puts it
in the compartment on his big BMW.  His next move is to unzip the top of
his skin tight leather catsuit and reach into his chest to remove a leather
cap.  He dons the cap which perfectly frames his neatly bearded face and
makes him look like a figure of authority.  He then takes off his tall thin
leather gauntlets and stuffs them into the saddle bags.  Next he reaches
into his chest pocket and removes a nice dark cigar. He prepares his smoke
and then strikes a lighter spotlighting the bonorific beauty of this man of
a certain age's face. Testosterone city.

He lights his dark cigar and takes a few puffs.  OH OH OH.

I go in rather than look like some thunderstruck dear in the headlights.

Over to the bar I order a beer and stay there a few minutes.  The bar is
the bar, nothing special.  The same music, the same darkness, the same
smells, the same haircuts, the same tinker belles, tweaks, chicken chaser
and so fourth. No matter where you go the gay bars are still the same.

Alongside where I am standing comes the leather dream from outside.  He
orders a mixed drink and sits there working on his cigar. Paying no
attention to anyone.

Eventually our eyes meet and his friendly smile makes him so approachable.

Do you smoke cigars, he asks me?

Not really Sir but I do appreciate a man who does.

Does this bother you?

No Sir.

We stand there and chat for a few minutes.

Me, I am just another 40-something man, bearded, 6'2", 200 lbs, muscular
but I wear glasses.  My mother tells me I am handsome but I do not think
such thoughts.

MR LeatherStud unzips his chest further and inserts one hand to scratch his
chest. I look, I can not help myself. His other hand holding the cigar and
nursing his drink.

Care to help me out a little, he asks?

What can I say, my bearded chin is pushing the leather to reveal his tasty
nips in no time.  No choice there.

I put my arms around his chest to stabilize myself and go to town on his
nipples. He moans. His eyes and face are purely filled with pleasure and
his moans do help.

He gets up, puts the stub of his cigar in his mouth, puts down the drink
and motions towards the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, he stands behind me and bear hugs me, boy that mirror
got an eye full.  He turns me around and reveals more of his six-pack, furr
and leather wrapped chest.

Licking my lips I go down for the count on his hair and his chest, cigar in
mouth still.  He moans a few times and I am clearly enjoying being able to
play with him, even if just for a second.  The scent of his manhood and his
cigar do put me over the edge.

"Easy there" he says in a few minutes as I deep throat his beautiful cock.

Care to go see if this is going to go anywhere, I know somewhere more
convenient?

Yes SIR.

MR LEATHERDADDY walks out of the bathroom, he zips up his cat suite, me
following in full non-stop lust, Every inch of this man could I like.

Out in the dark night air, he leads me to his motorcycle. He finds the
helmets and gives me one.  Mounting the motorcycle first, the then beccons
me to do the same.

I reach down to adjust my bag and cock hoping it is not a bother to him. He
did handle my crotch area back in the dark bathroom, I wonder how he could
have missed my package.  Anyway I mount the bike, wrap my leg and arms
around this magnificent man and get ready for more.

Around the building, down the road and then some we travel. The magic of
the motorcycle, the leather, manhood and the possibility of a good night, I
am high from excitement.

Into a residential neighborhood we go. Finally make the last turn into a
opening garage.  The bike approaches the door as it fully opens to reveal a
dark European sedan.  We park.

Both helmets come off and are placed on the seat.  He turns me around and
deeply kisses me tongue going past my tonsils.  No fight there.

He grabs my hand and leads me into his house.

Nice, I see oriental rugs, leather furniture, brass, crystal, antique
furniture, a huge lacquered black grand piano and real things.

To the den he leads me and beckons me to the leather sofa. OOH keep me from
it.  He goes to the bar and pours me a scotch into a crystal roc.  Grabbing
his , he gives me my drink, takes his and sits beside me for a second.
Taking a sip, he then stands up and asks to be excused for a second.

I am taking all this in.  A seemingly nice man, a nice house, good things,
I feel safe. Even the periodical on the slate coffee table are nice.
Sipping my scotch, I sit there hoping the evening will be a good one.

A few minutes later the doors to the hall open and MR LEATHER is standing
there with a leather vest, boots, his cap, a lit briar pipe now replaces
his cigar and he is wearing a catheter and leg bag just like me.

Wouldn't you be a little more comfortable out of some of that, he says?

Yes Sir, but do you have any boot jacks?

He goes and brings back the boot jacks, a leather satchel full of toys we
will use later, his drink and a great big smile.

Once out of my clothes, my bag is still in place and my cock is fully
erect.

 Back down on the sofa, he offers me a cigar. Knowing I am not much of a
smoker, he prepares, places in my mouth and then lights the stinking thing.

Sitting there watching the smoke curl out of my mouth and working on my
drink, I feel Sir working with my catheter.  With his pipe dangling out of
his mouth, his hands free, he works with both collection tubes. They are
inserted into each other and he milks the air out of the tubes with a
syringe.  The golden river flows from both of us.

He pushes his urine out of his bladder and I see the urine entering my
tube.  He is actually pissing into me. Once my bladder is full, it reacts
as it only can and pushed back.  The urine travels between the two of us in
a river of manhood.

We sit there watching the urine, working on our scotch and smoking. We
explore while sitting next to each other. His tongue being rammed down my
throat, my mouth sucking on his balls and so forth.  This goes on for quite
a while.

He sits up and pours each a second drink.

Want to make this go a little quicker, he asks?

Sure.

He fills the syringe with the scotch out of his glass; his eyes twinkle and
a deep deep smile holds his briar pipe in place.  His educated hands
inserts the needle into the piss tube and squeezes the alcohol into our jet
stream. His face shows he is very ready for this.

I remember taking the cigar out of my mouth and snubbing it out on an
ashtray, his grin dominating my sight as the alcohol hits home.  We both
fall asleep right there on the sofa, arm in arm, both of us with the drunk
giggles.


When I awake several hours later, he has me strapped to an operating table
with holes for my lower end and for my head, chains, tubes, hoses and even
electro stuff ready and waiting -- all very clinical.  His arms posed to
remove my butt plug.  With a slight tug the plug is free and he reaches for
the enema pump. His leather doctors tunic, rubber gloves, rubber apron,
huge erection, leathered up, smoked up and approaches me with the gas mask.
I smile as the mask covers my face.  Heaven.