" WHAT I WISHED I DID ON MY VACATION "
(Continuted...)
"Wait a minute," Ray called to Mitch. They must have been standing close
enough to see all our action, because Donny stepped up behind Ray and,
reaching around, cupped his crotch. Ray appeared to enjoy the movement,
even when Donny pressed his codpiece into his backside. They moved as one.
"Let me think on this," Ray continued, "we've just been standin' holding
our cocks, enjoying how you guys made use of things. Joel, you're a quick
learner, and I sorta think you like the idea of being, maybe, forced into
things. Am I right?"
I thought about this, and had to admit that the concept of no choice in
performing like this made it easier for me to turn on. I had never really
studied it, but having someone take away the choice, and making it for me,
was always attractive. Yeah! I did like the idea! I nodded at Ray, and
said: "You're right, it adds to the thrill, it is more of a turn on. I'm
think I enjoy it just as much, or more, when I don't call the shots."
"Thought so," Ray laughed, "Then let's try a little different action, for
you. No complaints, mind, this is an education for you." He took up the
rubber jock cup, off the floor, and went to my crotch. Now that I had
relaxed, and was still secured to the wall, he had no difficulty snapping
it in place, then zipping up the leather jeans and buckling them. The
simple touch of his hands and that cup at my crotch almost got me going,
again, but I figured that was impossible. "Donny, get me that hood you
found. You now the one, we haven't used it for a while." Donny dumped the
duffel out on the floor, beyond my vision, while Ray lifted the helmet off
my head. "I'm gonna tuck you into something new," he pushed his mask up to
my face, "then let's see what develops."
He took something from Donny, holding it behind his back. "Now just take
it easy, this ain't gonna' hurt." In a flash, he had pulled a heavy
leather hood over my face and head. I had seen them in pictures, but only
caught a glance at it before he was adjusting it tightly on me. The heavy
leather smell filled my nose, along with the strong odor of sweat. I
discovered that there was a mass of leather cramming my lips and chin.
"Do it right," Ray mumbled, holding my nose, "open wide, recruit!" As I
gasped, instinctively, he forced the heavy plates of leather into my mouth,
against my tongue and the roof. My mouth was held open and I could feel my
chin forced upwards as he continued working on the buckles from the front
of the hood. The leather was snugged left and right, until it was part of
me. I couldn't figure out whether to breathe through my nose or my mouth.
I could feel my saliva, dribbling inside the hood, past the gag. The heavy
smell of the leather and sweat, not just mine, was suffocating and
intoxicating.
I glared at Ray, unable to speak, offended by his roughness. "Don't get
upset," he said, "I had to get this on, right. You want things done right.
Comfortable?" He tugged at the hood, started to laugh, and the others
joined in.
"You're one complete leather dude, now," Mitch chimed in, "lookin' real hot
in my leather gear. Last time they got me in that hood, I drooled all
afternoon." I knew what he meant, and nodded in agreement. "Don't bite
down so hard," he continued, "or your jaws will ache something, fierce.
Relax."
There wasn't much else I could do, so I waited for what was next.
I found out. Mitch and Ray each unfastened one of my arms, but quickly
locked them behind my back. Then, they attached a bar between my ankles,
to the cuffs. They brought me to the center of the room, and forced me
into a kneeling position, anchoring my hands to the bar. I could kneel
there, but hardly move. In all that leather gear, especially now with that
heavy leather hood, I could feel the sweat pour off me. Still remember,
with all the confusion and apprehension, I was beginning to love it!
Donny stepped in front of me, and the most of him I could see through the
mask was that rubber codpiece at his crotch. "I'm odd man out, today,"
Donny said, leaning down to my ear. "You and Ray were at it before, then
you and Mitch gave us a great show. But, I'm taking my turn, now. Ever
give head?"
I began to try and move away, fearful and still curious, is that what was
planned? I had never done it; I'd thought of it, I'd fantasized about it,
but doing it? Mitch and Ray held me in place, while Donny slowly unsnapped
his heavy rubber codpiece. His cock appeared huge, especially in that
rubber sheath, and it pulsed with life. Donny had been waiting, and was
ready, now.
He held the back of my head, and guided his member toward my mouth. I
instinctively tried to close it, but the heavy leather gag prevented me.
"Not taking any chances," Donny laughed, "that's what that gag is for.
Don't want no accidents."
He continued to slowly insert his cock through the opening of my gag, until
I could feel and taste the rubber holding him. At first, I though I'd
really gag, but it didn't happen. What did happen was that I started to
try and manipulate his cock in my mouth, I wanted to feel it, I wanted him
to feel it. I began to suck and to pull at him, and realized that I was
hard, again. I wanted to feel what he was feeling, be where he was, know
what he knew, have it again.
As we joined in working towards a climax, I felt a hand at my crotch,
pulling down my leather jeans and unfastening my rubber jock. I saw
Mitch, crouching next to me, it must be his hand. He was smiling, dreamy
eyed, and as he tucked his other hand down my spine, down into the seat of
those leather jeans, as if to encourage me, I shared the experience with
him. Mitch wore these leathers, all the time, and my ass and balls were
right where his usually sat. The same leather gripped his legs and torso,
and he had sweated in this suffocating mask. His hand began stroking me, as
I worked on Donny, and I almost felt that it was my own cock in my mouth,
and I worked even harder.
With all my efforts, Donny came with several tremendous bursts, his cum
flooding the tip of the rubber sheath, and right after that I came, as
well. I pumped what could only be just a dribble into that friendly hand,
and enjoyed it just as well..
Donny pulled out of my mouth, slowly, savoring every last second. I could
see my saliva slick on his rubbered cock and, as he backed away, almost
felt regret it was over. The world I had entered wasn't strange, at all,
it was where I belonged. I felt exhausted, drained, wasted, but better
than I had ever been. This is where I wanted to be.
Helping me to my feet, and releasing me from my cuffs. Ray took off his
diving mask. "You know, you have to return that hood, to get your deposit
back," he said, laughing, "but you can sign it out anytime." He worked at
freeing me from the leather hood, pulled it off, and I felt the soreness
in my jaws, but it had been worth every minute.
"Shower time," Ray called, "everybody strip down. Let's grill some steaks,
and talk. Joel, here, just started his vacation. Lots of time ahead."
Donny pulled the gas mask off, showing the sweat he'd worked up, worked his
jaws, and grinned at me. Gently squeezing the rubber sheath at his crotch,
he said: "Somebody give me hand gettin' this damn rubber ring off. How
‘bout you, Joel?" As I reached, gingerly, around his shaft to grip the
rubber fixed around his balls, he told me: Think I'll skip cleaning my
rubber suit tonight, maybe you can work in it, I mean on it, tomorrow!
Show you a few tricks." My heart skipped a beat, unable to look away.
Tomorrow? Shucks!
I'd died and gone to heaven!
Taking those speedos home was one of the best ideas that Mitch had thought
of. Well, maybe not the best, but the thought of saving this day's
memories in so tangible a fashion was a great idea. "When do I get off
this wall?" I asked Mitch, "I'm pumped dry, I could use a break." Mitch
stepped forward and started to comply, when Donny and Ray came over to our
side of the room. When I saw their rubber-clad bodies, I realized that I
had completely forgotten their presence, so involved had I been with Mitch
and myself.
To be continued...
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