A number of years ago, when in my middle twenties, I found myself living with my 'Uncle' Doug - not a real uncle but a good friend of the family. When I fell out with my family, I was facing homelessness so Doug took me in.
I knew Doug was gay and had an eye for me but I needed a roof above my head and never thought I would have a relationship with him. How that occurred is a story for another day but this narrative relates to the period at the end of our time together.
Doug was a solid block of a man, very muscular though not toned, and with powerful thighs. His hair was silver-grey and sharply razor-cut. We had been together in a relationship for about three months when things started to turn a little sour.
Sex with Doug was something else; hard, fast, ruthless, sweaty and a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. He was remarkably dominant and domineering, not that I complained. Doug took control and used me in a manner I much preferred.
Towards the end of the relationship, I saw less of Doug. He started to go out with his two friends, Kenny and Pete. They were chips off the same block, muscular, grey haired, dominant and very much the alpha gay males.
Tensions rose when I discovered that Doug had been sharing Kenny and Pete's partners. We argued a lot over this but Doug tried to persuade me that it was an inevitable consequence in such relationships.
One evening, Doug invited Kenny and Pete around for a boozy night. When they appeared at the door of our flat, I answered and I could see lust in their eyes. They dressed in figure hugging t-shirts, emphasising their muscular torsos, and tight jeans displaying the thickness of their pumped thighs. I guess I knew their intent and that of Doug; I was the entertainment for the night.
We got pretty drunk and watched lots of porn until the middle of the night when I decided to make Doug jealous by coming onto the guys. It did just the opposite and made him hornier than ever. After much flirting and petting, Doug called my bluff. He suggested we move to his playroom, which was a bedroom used for his S&M. It was a small dark painted room with a sling at one end and a custom made 'horse' as he termed it.
The 'horse' was in fact a re-worked gym bench with cuffs fitted at the head. At the opposite end it was modified with the addition of two diagonal leg supports, each fitted with restraints so the user's legs could be bound at the ankles and separated to allow ease of access for whoever was playing with them. On the padded element of the bench, where the user would lay, a hole was cut big enough to fit their cock and balls through if the lay flat on their stomach.
It was onto the bench where Doug walked me, robustly holding my arm. As he had done many times before, he made me strip before ordering me to lay down. As I undressed, Kenny and Pete started to remove their clothes down to their tightfitting briefs. I pretended not to notice as I gently removed my underclothes but I was turned on by the sight of their hardpacked bulges pushing in anticipation of events.
Doug hauled me down onto the bench and fastened the restrainers. He stripped off completely. I watched as he revealed his thickset body covered in silver-blue hair. I stared at his muscular buttocks and thighs as he bent over to remove his briefs. He turned around, revealing his beautiful fear-inspiring cock. It is like no other I have seen; thick, not overly long but with a strong curved shape. When fully erect it almost curved 90 degrees upwards and produced an awesome feeling when penetrating my arse.
Doug then brought up a stool and sat at the head of the bench. He gazed into my eyes whilst placing a hand under my chin to lift my head. With his other hand he stroked the back of my neck, occasionally bringing his hand around so he could penetrate my mouth with his thumb. His cock twitched in front of me. I could see a dew drop of pre-cum and smell his masculine odour. His nipples protruded from his forest of chest hair.
After a minute or so, Doug took his steely blue-eyed gaze from me and scanned my arse. He looked up and nodded. I felt two hands massaging my arse cheeks, fingers digging in to the muscle to release tension. Inevitably, a thumb would disengage from the massage and push towards my cock and expectant hole. It circled my puckered opening before resuming the massage, only to return and get ever closer to penetrating. Just as I tensed up, the pressure was released and instead I felt a slimy tongue moving around my expectant entrance. Occasionally, the tongue entered me slightly and flicked around to gently expand my opening. I obliged, willingly, like a little whore.
The tongue entered again and this time extended rapidly and repeatedly. I loved being tongue-fucked and my eyes closed under the intense pleasure I was experiencing.
'You like that don't you?', whispered Doug. 'You want more, don't you'? he asked. He thrust his thumbs into my mouth and over my head he said, 'He wants more so let's help him, huh?'
I watched Pete out of the corner of my eye. He walked to the side of me, running his hand over my restrained body. I then felt a cold, wet finger swiftly penetrating my anus. The suddenness took me by surprise and I gasped. The finger rotated and was then removed only to return again with more lube for my asshole. As the finger turned, spreading the lube inside, it worked my hole open a little at a time. I love this feeling when being opened up.
