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This story is a work of fiction. I, as the author, do not condone any act or activity in the story. All characters in this story are 18+ years old. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, and any resemblance of places current or past, are purely coincidental. You may not reproduce this story, in whole or in part, as it is an original work by the author.
Inside Jacket Synopsis, Part 3: A 22-year-old married man finds his way back to Glen after his solo play adventure takes him to new heights and depths.
Personal note: The activities, objects, and feelings are true, but not the names and exact places. This is a chronological continuation of the "Budding Sexuality with Glen" series. This series is the next stage in our relationship where Glen and I are a "couple" without saying it outright.
Sorry if the previous story wasn't as expected, but hey, we all go through some discoveries don't we? I didn't realize there was a lot to tell about my special toys, and to set up the types of fun Glen and I would have. If you want the story of how I got to this point please read the "Budding Sexuality with Glen" series and the earlier parts of this "Continuing..." series.
Continuing Adventures with Glen, Part 3
My discovery of enemas assisted me when I wanted to dig out my toys and didn't feel "clean." I didn't need enemas most of the time, they were sometimes just about discovery and fun. My typical routine of the next few weeks after the first turkey baster enema was to just get my toys out, lube myself up, and have a nice solo anal masturbation session.
Using a baster was annoying, especially with all the cleaning up to hide my activities from my wife. In addition, the hard surface of the baster would scratch my anus leading to bad sessions. It wasn't long before I discovered the kitchen sink hand-sprayer to gush water into my colon quickly, which distended my gut, before I'd release it all into the toilet. Sure I was clean, but it seemed too much extra work at the time and stopped doing that as quickly as I started. I also learned that too much water is NOT good, which is another reason I stopped for awhile.
A few weeks had passed and my routine was getting boring. I wanted to be intimate with Glen again. Sure, we still worked together on weekends, flirted, and went to after bar time parties, but there was no physical relationship for three months or so. I think he had given up on me, but also he didn't move on.
It was a Friday night after the lull from Glen and I last had sex I finally got the nerve to see if he was interested in fooling around again. We had still been flirty and grabby with each other, which increased each weekend we worked together, but I didn't want any more than that. With my hormones raging from my solo anal play during the week, I decided to bring some toys to the job that night. I hoped Glen was interested!
I stashed lube, a few condoms, and two dildos into the trunk of my car and off I went to work with a semi hard-on most of the drive. I wasn't sure if Glen would want to use the toys, whether on me, or him or with both of us, but I knew he couldn't say no to me. I joked a few times with him about dildos to gauge his interest, and he was hesitant but interested. Yes, I was that cocky and ignorant with Glen and should have considered his feelings for me more. I couldn't see past my own arousal with quick access to someone I knew wanted me.
The night was a little more electric than usual. My horniness was off the charts and caused me to tease Glen way more than previous nights. There were times Glen responded after I'd grab his ass or his ever increasing erection, "you're being so naughty," or "what am I going to get?" Most times I smiled and walked away leaving him to groan in a fun and frustrated way.
We happened to be in the mop room at the same time that night and I whispered close to his ear, "I've got another surprise for us. It's been awhile, so maybe you won't like it." Before backing away, I stuck out my tongue and flicked his ear.
"Oh my god. You're driving me nuts!" as Glen gave my crotch a quick squeeze. "Why won't you tell me!?" I smirked and left the room before I started sporting a very noticeable erection for the whole bar to see.
The night wound down to a few bar flies as we closed at 2:15am. The bartenders cleaned up their areas and left for the after bar party. Glen and I, not bar tending that night, told them we weren't going to make it - for our own separate reasons. We finished closing the bar down, but it went slow with all the teasing and petting we were doing in between cleaning.
We met at Glen's "old" place since he hadn't officially moved yet. I couldn't wait until he moved as it would be 15 minutes closer to where I lived. We had chatted about how we could see each other during the week at his new place, which happened eventually - with a couple new stories there.
I arrived at Glen's to find he hadn't moved anything yet, it was the same old comfortable place. We got in and opened some beers, played darts, and made some small talk.
"So are you ever going to tell me what the surprise is?"
"Well, it's not something to tell but to show," I stumbled a bit to say more, but got out, "wait, I gotta get something." I walked out to the car and brought in a paper bag.
Glen was really curious now, "What's that?"
"Something for a little later. I'm going to put it in the bedroom if you don't mind?" I said playfully with a little sexy whisper to my voice.
Glen was waiting in the living room and opened more beer for us as we unfocused on our darts game and zeroed in on a game of rubbing each other's cock. The air was thick with sexual tension as we played darts again and teased one another while the other was attempting to throw. For extra measure, we upped the game to include peppermint schnapps shots if we hit the wood on the board. Needless to say, we were both purposefully hitting the wood and had to stop playing after three shots each.
