Gay Play Toys

Arny only had one split-second chance.

The moment probably wasn’t as dramatic as he was making it out to be in his mind, but the muscular brown-eyed nineteen year-old loved to play, trick and tease his imagination to such a fevered edge, especially where a new boyfriend, like Carl here, was concerned. He had thought up his plan as he lie next to his sleeping boyfriend, and now with Carl sporting the delicious erection he was-dreaming whatever naughty dream he was-Anry was ready.

He had grabbed the jelly-like Elastomer Metro Cock Ring out of his bottom dresser drawer, lubed its circular spongy inside hole and warmed it a bit between his fingers. His goal in the few ticking minutes he had before Carl’s alarm clock sounded was to get his boyfriend’s ready cock out of his boxer’s already spilt fly, ease the cock ring down Carl’s thick dick, all before Carl woke fully to what was going on. Then Arny would simply dip his head down and suck Carl off, in effect waking the lanky blonde with a mind-blowing orgasm. Carl would blow his load down Anry’s throat (as usual) but with a thick, taut and fuller then usual yield, aided by the ring around the base of his dick and Arny could then go on with his morning knowing that once again he had given Carl another unprecedented sexual surprise.

It wasn’t that Carl even asked for these moments-had he even known Arny had bought that Elastomer two weeks ago for just such a surprise like this-he was quite content with their sex life, Arny knew. No, it was a sense of honor and pride Arny took in treating all his lovers as creatively as possible. So, even if they broke up-and given their youth they very well might-then Arny’s exes would at least remember the sex as creative. This concept, the idea that an ex of his might be thinking about him fondly and possibly feel a rise in his jeans was an idea that Arny masturbated over more than any other.

Carl stirred and Arny nearly jumped off the bed!

Fingering the squishy cock ring, Arny rolled to his lover and with deft tickling, poked his fingers into the fly of Carl’s boxers. Holding his breath, Arny reached in and without another turn or flutter from Carl, Arny had his boyfriend’s magnificently thick cock out. Arny knew he had mere seconds here, the sensations that Carl was no doubt feeling would wake him soon enough…just the coolness on his cock for sure. Arny turned slightly, eased up on one elbow and brought the Elastomer to the red head of his boyfriend’s penis.

For sure Carl would wake the minute he felt the cool of the lube and the tightness of the ring, and though Arny would not normally fit a cock ring on this way, it was suddenly the thrill of pulling it down his boyfriend’s erection like this that was making he himself so achingly hard.

“What a…” Carl said as Arny shoved his fist down Carl cock, pulled the Elastomer all the way down with one last push.

“Arny…” Carl asked, trying to sit up, but Arny’s head was in his lap and his mouth around Carl’s cock before Carl could protest.

All these heady sensations meeting in his mind; Arny’s mouth on his cock to wake him up, the obvious cock ring round the base of his dick, Carl lie back, opened his eyes wide and looked down at the curly-haired head in his lap.

He had been wondering when Arny was going to use that new cock ring

Plunged into a cool darkness, Ben reached over the equally cool sheets and touched Tom’s ass.

“They’re not asleep yet,” Tom whispered looking over his shoulder (though Ben couldn’t see him do so just yet).

“Makes it more dangerous,” Ben whispered.

“Shhh,” Tom laughed.

“Hey you two,” Kim called from across the hotel room.

“What’s going on?” Steve called from his fold-out cot.

“Go to sleep,” Tom said to them all. “Go to sleep.”

“Shit, you guys,” Steve said.

“Jesus, if you’re gonna do something, at least do it so I can watch,” Kim added.

“Go to sleep,” Tom shouted and they all burst into giggles.

In the rumble of the AC and the good humor in the dark big hotel room, Ben took the opportunity to wiggle forward a smidgen and get his hand under Tom’s boxer’s waistband. Tom sighed (not loud enough though that anyone but Ben could hear) and rolled his ass ever so slightly back into Ben. In seconds Ben had his fingers splayed and crawling down over Tom’s hip to his tight curly hairs.

“You know how lightly I sleep,” Kim said. “If either of you even make a peep, I’ll hear you.”

“Peep,” Ben said and again the slightly drunk quartet began laughing…and again Ben moved even closer to the black man he was now, for all intents and purposes, ‘spooning’ with.

Tom could feel Ben’s cock pushing up into his ass. He arched his back as Ben got his hand down at the base of his pounding erection, he strained his eyes and could just about make-out Kim lying there across the room from him, on her side facing him in her bed, as he had seen her before Ben had turned out the lights. Maybe Ben was right, this was kind of dangerous, maybe it was even exciting, (well not as exciting as maybe Ben fitting a cock ring down his cock right then, or them having packed some lube!) but Kim was right there, a few feet from them, and Steve was just across the room near the air conditioner.

Tom and Ben had yet to ‘come out’ to their friends, in fact they weren’t even dating, but with all the drinking tonight, the warm camaraderie on the beach all day and the fact that Ben and he had always had a thing for one another-and both were gay and unattached-what was happening here in their bed was not a surprise to either guy…nor would it be a surprise to Kim or Steve. Shit, Tom and Ben had kind of planned it this way, to just ‘happen’ to fall into one of the double beds, while Steve took the cot as he had that thing with his back and Kim, the only girl, was given sole possession of the only other queen-size in the room.

Given their druthers, had either thirty-year old guy been alone with any other gay man, Tom or Ben would have whipped out the gay sex toys (had they packed any), taken out the industrial bottle of lube (had they packed that to) and had a party! That the two gay men in this room happened to be…each other, was an odd happenstance, to say the least. But somehow tonight (and this was a fact Ben or Tom might not admit sober) this rendezvous was happening precisely because they “weren’t” alone.

Still, there was no reason to be overt about it, Tom thought.

“Fuck, you’re hard,” Ben said, rolling even closer to the man lying in front of him.

“So are you,” Tom said, pushing his ass back to feel Ben’s cock poking him even harder.

“This is so fucking hot,” Ben growled in Tom’s ear.

“Yeah, but…”

“They can’t see,” Ben interrupted him, and kissed the back of Tom’s hot neck. “You know Steve, he’s probably asleep already.”

“Yeah, but like in a couple minutes Kim’s eyes will adjust and she’s just dying to catch us.”

“I hear you whispering.” Kim sang, from across the room. “I fucking know you’re doing something.”

“Oh go to sleep bitch,” Ben snickered.

“What a fucking waste man, what a fucking waste,” Kim chuckled. “Two great looking guys and I can’t even watch! I mean I’ll even go get the lube if you want!”

With this, Ben and Tom heard Kim shift, shuck and roll over onto her other side (or at least this is what they imagined was happening as neither could see the girl just yet).

“I hope you’re satisfied,” Kim said to the far side of the wall.

“Not yet,” Ben said.”But we’re working on it.”

“Ben!” Tom sighed.

Again the room erupted with laughter, though Steve did not join in as he was already asleep.

Ben began tracing his middle finger up and down Tom’s popping shaft and Tom reached behind, peeled his boxers down off his ass. Shit, maybe he would send Kim out for lubricant if she was offering!

Kim actually really did have very acute hearing and she reached down between her legs to tickle her wetness at whatever it was she thought she was hearing.

Steve and Edward did everything in concert.

Even before they were dating, when they had just been college freshmen and their friends had tried to make sure the two gay sandy-haired guys were in the same bars, went to the same movies, had ‘just happened’ to be at the same parties, the guys seemed to do everything the same. They had that under-hand way of holding a cigarette (way back when they both smoked), they wore the same brand of Levis button-flys and they both had rather spectacular little asses. They seemed destined, by their actions, words and how they were growing to feel about one another.

Opposites might very well attract, but this was not the case in Steve and Edward’s relationship.

It came as no surprise then that as Steve opened the box from Edward, Edward was passed a present from Steve, neither one having a birthday this day, and this breezy Tuesday in September not their anniversary either. As Steve opened the little black box he sat back in surprise and delight. Edward opened his own and squealed.

“I can’t believe it,” Edward said.

“This is too much,” Steve agreed.

Each man dipped his long fingered hand down into the tissue paper and extracted a thin simple black cockring from the box in their lap. Littered around each piece of leather, were mini ‘pouchy’ lube packets, just an extra little special something each guy thought they might use with the new cock toy.

“Did I ever mention a cockring?” Steve asked.

“No,” Edward said. “Did I?”

“I mean I’ve had one before, but I just thought it would be a nice gift for yo…”

“Same with me,” Edward said. “I mean we’ve only just gotten into toys…” and with this he stopped, leaned in and kissed his boyfriend on the lips. Retreating, he continued “…believe me, you don’t really need one.”

“Well neither do you,” Steve agreed and again Edward squealed and they both laughed.

“I can’t fucking believe you bought me the exact same cock ring I bought you.”

“And the lube, don’t forget the lube.”

“Jesus, Ed, this is getting kinda spooky.”

“Yeah, now you read my mind with gay sex toys,” the smaller man agreed. “I mean how much more proof do we need that this is destined?”

A silence descended as the men looked at one another, shuttered (at the same time, of course) and then smiled wide. Having both been in and out of a whole host of relationships in the past five years, Steve and Edward had been reluctant at first to try again, but really the more their friends pushed them together, the more it seemed unavoidable that they date. The whirlwind that had been these past few months had left both men breathless and assured they were in the middle of something bigger than the both of them.

Did this cock ring purchase cement it for sure?

“Wanna?” Steve asked.

“Fuck yeah,” Edward said.

Shimmying out of jeans, tight briefs (white for Edward, blue for Steve), the boyfriends were soon sitting in their chairs facing each other bare-assed and semi-erect.

“Together, right?” Steve asked.

“Definfuckingly!”

Steve and Edward both sat back, spread their legs and ripped open one pouch of lube each. The men began massaging their cocks, both careful not to get so hard that the ring wouldn’t easily slip down their now dewy shafts.

“Yes?”

“Yes,” Edward agreed and both men began to smooth their cock ring present down their shiney cocks, watching each other as they went slowly about the process.

Wet as they were, working the rings down it was soon apparent from the head of each man’s cock that a single spot of precome was evident. Not that either man was surprised at so quick a reaction; Steve had simply never known any man (or woman, yes there had been a couple of them in his life, probably the only thing he and Edward had not done the same) to get him this hard this quick. The same was true for Edward, as he secured the cock ring down and snug he held his cock out for his lover and showed him the pin prick of come staining his purple head.

“At the same time?” Steve asked.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Edward answered.

With the cock rings tightly secure, the lube nice and juicy, facing each other and their balls tight, hard and filling, Steve and Edward played with their new presents, tickled their cocks and watched each other come in concert.

The soft blue-gray smoke flittered past Miss Beatrice’s equally blue-gray eyes as I tried to stifle a smile. This was just too cliché’: a tall attractive woman dressed in a tight, lime-green business suit, sitting across from me, her legs crossed high at the knee; smoking a whisper-thin cigar between full ruby-red lips; staring hard across the wooden floor of my living room as I bent to peel off my jeans.

Really, this would have been the perfect scene if I were a straight guy!

“I think I said _completely_ bare?” Miss Beatrice repeated, releasing the thin cigar from her lips and knocking a pinch of ash into the plate I had retrieved for her.

Watching her light eyes watching me I realized then that there was probably never a time I didn’t see my landlord without her full lips engaged. Keeping her long-legged body trim, trying to stave-off what she admitted was uncontrollable snacking; Miss Beatrice gave this as the excuse why she smoked so much. I never saw her without those wonderful lips wrapped around one of her thin European cigars. Add to this the fact that Miss Beatrice spoke in a broken English, Russian-tinged accent made the lady all that more mysterious.

A wicked women of fantasy…if I were a straight guy!

“Peter, I know you are a gay man,” the lady announced to my pale walls. “This is not about your sexuality at all.”

With as deft a movement as I had ever seen anyone make, my lanky landlady stood from the high-backed chair and took three steps across and the floor and around me. Her modest heels click-a’ clicking, as she walked I metered her every step watching as well as hearing her. When she got settled behind me, Miss Beatrice reached down and SWAT me lightly dead center of my ass!

“I ah…” I tried to recover as SWAT, Miss Beatrice connected again. I looked over my shoulder at her standing there, cigar stuck firmly between her pressed lips, her eyes down to where she had just hit.

“You have a very nice bottom,” she said in a plume of exhale. “I am sure your gay men like it very much.”

SMAT SWAT, Miss Beatrice tickled my bottom again.

“I am sure you have had some very nice cocks in it,” she said, fondling me through my briefs. I tried not to roll up on tiptoes, but I do have a thing for having my ass tickled and played with, from a man or woman.

“Nice lubricated thick cocks going up it very slow,” my landlady continued pushing her middle finger into the crack of my ass, hammock-ing the material of my underwear up into me.

“Maybe a nice anal toy or two,” she said, continuing to tickle and touch me.

I was rock hard now. God knows I could have easily stopped any of this at any time; from the moments she knocked, asked me for a chair and “ashtway” and then told me she had a request, I didn’t have to welcome, but all the same something she could not get out of her head, a “little look-see” is what she called it.

“Maybe even..” and here the lady reached around me, pressing up close to my back with cherry smoke scent and big tits and cupped my tenting cock in her hands. “…maybe even a nice tight cock ring round this, hmmm?”

I began to lean forward despite not wanting to but my devilish landlady stepped back from me then and walked around me and back to her chair dead center of the room. Staring deep into my eyes with her own wide light pools of naughtiness, Miss Beatrice sat to regard me once again.

“Now, let me see and I’ll be on my way,” she said and I gulped, smiled (or did I smile and gulp?) and peeled down my _tighty whities_.

“See, even a nice young gay man like yourself can respond to a woman.”

With any other lady, in any other circumstance this entire escapade would have embarrassed and humiliated me, but with Miss Beatrice, I felt safe. I knew this was just a fun game she was having with me and by the look on her widening eyes she really liked my cock. Plus, I’m not such a stick-in-the-mud twink that I won’t be flattered with anyone admiring my cock!

 “Just show me that ass and then I’ll be going,” the thin-nosed lady said and I turned to show Miss Beatrice what I know is my most perfect ass-sets.

Let’s face it, my cock is average at best, maybe a little thicker than most, but my tight high buns are what really make all my girl friends jealous and my lovers crazy. Miss Beatrice was right, from anal toys to hard lubricated cocks I had had plenty up my ass in my short years.

“Oh my my,” the lady said behind me as I even bent a bit for her to really get a good view.

“Oh my my,” she repeated. “I think I really must be going now.”

I looked over my shoulder as Miss Beatrice stood, readjusted her suit and then walked up to my back to kiss my cheek.

“Thank you for this, you made my day Peter,” the lady said, spun in a plume of dark sweet smoke and walked out of my apartment.

I turned to watch her fine high ass saunter off, closed my front door and stood in the center of the room rock hard.

“You made my day too Miss Beatrice, “ I said to no one as I began to jerk off.

“I wanna eat bad, I’m gonna eat bad,” Tommy growled at me.

“Well don’t come cryin’ to me at the end of the week,” I spat. 

Although we were smiling, this was a serious talk my tall friend and I were having. So serious that neither of us had yet made a move to hop on the bike.

I know it’s a cliché’ but gay men really do attend to their bodies. Tommy and I had determined to workout hard, eat right, get in shape this year and so far we had been on a regular routine. But my curly-haired bud was breaking down today…and damn if I’d admit it, I was going right along with him.

“Just tonight, okay,” he said and smiled that slightly devilish grin. I knew Tommy’s dimples worked with the men he dated and though he and I had never been intimate, they worked on me then.

 “We get right back to it tomorrow,” I said, trying to make this sound more a statement then a question.

“Yup,” he agreed, literally leaping across the shiny wood floor and past me.

“Promise?” I persisted, but my friend had already lifted his baggy sweatshirt over his head.

Working out had made Tommy’s lanky body pretty tight. I tried not to stare but his ass did look tight in his shorts as he squirmed out of the room, his slightly freckled back once again showing that ‘V’ we had both worked so hard to attain.

 Shit, I thought what harm could one night do?

Our Wednesday night binge stretched to the weekend. By Sunday morning I was feeling depressed, chubby and not just a little bit pissed that I could be so easily duped. I had known Tommy since high-school (the few gay men in our suburb tended to stick together); ten years running now and you’d think I would know his motives…or at least my weaknesses

“Yeah?” Tommy’s voice croaked from the intercom.

“Let me in,” I spat into the little gray speaker.

“Yeah,” he sleepily agreed, buzzing me in.

“Get dressed,” I said, my friend holding the big metal door open for me. “We are spending the morning working-out!”

“Ben, I…” Tommy tried as I barged in, set my duffel bag on his wood floor and turned to him.

“We made a vow last February,” I began, taking two steps to my tall friend. “We sat on this floor and moaned about how flabby we felt, how much we had to get in shape.”

“And we promised,” I added, staring hard at him now. “We promised!”

“I know, I know,” Tommy said, once again bowing his head.

Maybe it was my anger at myself, the guilt from knowing that I hadn’t worked-out in nearly a week. Maybe it was the fear that I might simply join my friend here and now and forget working-out forever. Maybe somewhere deep down I always wanted to try it. Whatever it was, I reached into my gym bag and put my plan into action.

“Um…” Tommy said as I produced the cock ring.

I had had this naughty idea to capture Tommy’s cock in the thing (and mine to, I had another one in my bag for my own cock) and keep us caged, confined and semi-hard all throughout the work-out. A reminder of how naughty we had been, but also maybe sexual impetus to see this day through.

“Put it on,” I said and reached into the bag for the one I had bought for myself.

“These will keep us in line. Keep our minds focused.”

I could see Tommy liked the idea. In my experience many gay men liked a bit of rough with their play, so why not Tommy and I? Shit, we had a reason after all (or at least I was fantasizing we did) to be punished.

”You’re serious?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, shucked down my shorts and stood their semi erect for him.

I reached into my bag for the lubricant I had brought, circled a finger-tip full of it around the inside of the little sex toy, then worked the cock ring down my popping shaft. Fitting it snug to my base-all the while Tommy watching me-I wiggled my shorts back up and sported quite the thick package.

Tommy smiled-again that evil grin-peeled down his sweats, sat on his couch and reached for the lube. Passing it to him, I to watched him get the ring down his rather meaty tool (I never knew Tommy was so thick). I was almost swooning when he got his shorts back on.

“This is gonna be something,” he said standing.

“I…I hope,” I gulped.

We pumped, sweated, shucked and generally grabbed and adjusted for two straight hours.

James had always been a bit cocky. True, he had a reason to be with his chiseled face, tight bubble butt and successful accounting business. But mixing his usual bravado with a new interest in all things western was proving an unbearable combination. Shit, I liked a good pair of chaps as much as any other red-blooded, thirty year-old gay American man, but James’s dressing-up and southern drawl would have been a bit much even if we lived in Texas… but in Connecticut?!

 Saturday morning I called him early, a naughty idea having kept me _up_ the night previous. I had fantasized taking advantage of my friend’s sudden ‘cowboy-ness’ and have a little honest-to-goodness cock hardening fun in the process. We’d never been intimate James and I, but maybe the time had come.

“Come by around eight,” I said to him; we were planning to continue our weekend partying. “I’ll make us something to eat before we go to the club.”

I wasn’t really sure I would have to guts to make my budding plan a reality but when I began to scour the shops that late morning I was sporting quite a heavy erection. Although I had never treated a man the way I was planning on treating James the thoughts delighted me as I bought my outfit and the toys. I even joked to the tongue-pierced salesman at the sex shop (not a shop I had ever been in, by the way) that I might very well, be back for a cock ring.

I strolled to the front door when I heard my best friend’s knock. I knew how James would be dressed, but I delighted in the fact that when I opened my door and James set his baby-blues on me, he would be bowled over by how I _was_ dressed.

“Wow,” he said when I flung open my front door.

I was wearing tight, black shorts; my broad chest and tight belly bare under a leather fringed vest; black cowboy boots, and a hat, under which I had gathered my long curly brown mane. James stepped into my house and just drank me in from head to toe.

“Can’t handle it, cowboy?” I asked, slowly turning to afford my friend a full long view.

“I can handle anything par-ner” James declared.

“You sure about that?” I asked, spying the black bag lying on my couch.

“Stevie” James said, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me to him. For the first time ever my friend held me close.

He was ready; tight jeans tell no lies.

“James…” I said, feigning surprise. I breaking from his loose hug…hard as that was to do, to add: “…I never knew you cared!”

“When you look like this…” he began as I spun and crossed the thin carpet to my couch. “I mean, you’ve looked hot before, but…”

“Yeah, I know,” I agreed, reaching for the black bag. Buying and planning was one thing, but now with the moment upon me I was nervous about using the toys I had bought.

Not so nervous though not to do it.

“Why don’t you show me your big saddle-horn?” I said to my couch, fondling the anal toy through the bag

Relying on James ego, I knew it’d take no time to get my best friend to “shunk” down’ his zipper, “flump-flump” his boots off, “shlip-pa” his jeans off.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he announced and I slowly turned, plucking the red pony-tailed butt-plug from the bag.

“What’s tha…?” James exclaimed as I faced him. 

Completely naked, my best friend stood with his thick erection at a growing half-mast as I held the anal intruder up for his perusal.

“You said you can ‘handle anything’,” I said imitating James’ drawl. His wide smile faded just a bit…but not his thick erection. I reached down with my free hand, keeping eyes on his and tickled his big cock even harder.

“Stevie, Stevie,” he sighed leaning in to me.

I looked down, determined to take as many moments as I could to look James over while I kept up keeping him up. He really did have a nice thick cock.

“Let’s see if we can get this up you,” I said, letting him go, stepping back and reaching into the bag for a little ‘squirty’ pouch of lube.

“Y’all really wanna do this,” James said, his eyes even wider.

Damn, this far in, obviously turned-on, shocked even with what I was doing, and he was till drawling like some underpaid extra from _Urban Cowboy_!

I don’t know what James was thinking as I lubed the red butt plug, stood their smiling, not saying a word, both of us knowing he was growing harder by the second. When I was done, I dropped everything I had been holding except the now lubed plug.

“Come on, a rough and tumble cowboy like you has had to have had a few things up his ass,” I said, and James smiled one last time, gulped and turned to my challenge.

“Stevie…” he said as reached down and spread his little hairy butt.

“I just thought,” I said, pressing into him, feeding the wet cool tip of the plug between his cheeks. “…I just thought maybe a cowboy should know how a horse feels.”

“Ah ha…” James exclaimed as I pushed through and up, deep into that pruned spot, inserting the tip of the plug just inside his ass. I stepped back and the synthetic tail of the plug, the ‘ponytail’ swished down between us.

“Now you’re a real cowboy, you really know what it feels like to be a horse.”