After John and Gloria left, I showered and dressed, then went to the gym for a workout.
I ran through a series on the Nautilus and, after showering, I dressed and went to lunch.
When I got back to the house, the carpenter that I had hired to do some work was waiting on the front porch. I had entirely forgotten that he was coming today. His name was Scott. I led him to one of the spare bedrooms and told him what I wanted built.
I wanted a rack built apart from the 'toys' in the bath. One with additional straps in case there should be an occasion to have more than one guest tied up at a time and the spare bedroom had been elected. It had to be inconspicuous such that, should I have a guest that I didn't want to know about the rack, I could keep it hidden.
Scott said he'd draw up a design and then we could discuss the details of materials and price. I took him to my hobby room, showed him where to find all the drafting material he needed and left. I was sitting in the living room watching a ball game when the door bell rang. It was Tom. He had come back for the donation he had forgotten Tuesday.
I invited him in and offered him a beer, which he accepted. While I was writing out the check, I asked if he would like to stay and watch the game. He said “Sure,” that he was off-duty and didn’t have any other plans. I told him that I had some, but they would have to wait. I had a workman in the drafting room and I didn’t know how he would react if he caught us.
I asked if he would rather take a swim, rather than watch the ball game and he said sure, but he didn’t have a suit. I showed him to the guest room where I have a couple of extra swim suits and left him to change.
I stopped by the drafting room on my way to change and told Scott that I had a buddy over and we would be in the pool out back when he finished. He said that he was almost done and would be out in 5 or so minutes.
Tom and I migrated to the pool and, after a short lap or two, got out and opened up another beer. As we sat there sipping on them, I noticed that Tom’s cock was getting hard. Apparently he was thinking about what we were going to do after Scott left. Mine was starting to firm up also so I tried to shift my thoughts to other things. It wouldn’t do for Scott to see my cock fully erect. Yet.
A few minutes later, Scott came out to the pool area with the plans. I gave him a beer while I looked them over. Naturally, they were in a rough draft form (have you ever known a carpenter that worked from anything else?), but the detail was fine enough that I could see that he had put a lot of thought into them. I told him that I thought he had a good design and asked when he could begin work. He said he had a couple of loose ends to tie up and he could begin on Saturday. I told him to have another beer if he wanted while I checked my calendar.
I didn’t have anything planned for Saturday. I told Scott that Saturday would be fine and he said that he would be going. I showed him out and returned to the pool.
As I stepped out on the patio, I saw that Tom had already started without me. He was lying on one of the chaise lounges stroking his cock. Remembering his staying power, I decided that he was probably right in getting a head start.
I sat down in a chair next to the chaise lounge so I could get a good view. Tom’s eyes were closed and, as he stroked his cock, it had almost reached it’s 10” length. I had forgotten how large a diameter it was. It was a good 2” in diameter.
I scooted my chair closer to the chaise lounge and took over from him. I alternately stroked his huge cock as I licked and sucked on the crown. I could not get much more than 3” or so in my mouth, as large as it was, but that was sufficient to bring his cock to a very rigid state. I played with his ball sac as I stroked and sucked his cock until I felt his hips begin to surge upward - a sure sign that he was about to cum. Then I stopped.
All the time I had been sucking and stroking Tom’s cock, he had been rubbing mine. I had not taken off my swim suit yet, so he did not have as free an access as I did to his.
Tom suggested that we adjourn to the house and have at some of the fun and games I had planned. I told him that I didn’t have anything planned, but that we would play it by ear.
When we got to the Jacuzzi, I told Tom that the first order of business was to remove all his pubic hair. He remarked how he had noticed that I didn’t have any the last time he saw me and wondered if I shaved it off or what.
While I was getting the shaving equipment ready, I filled him in on the Acupuncture Treatment that I had and about having to be shaved and cleaned out with a warm soap enema.
Tom asked if I would duplicate that part of the treatment that I had undergone. I said I would and we began.
First, I led him to the table in the shower area and had him assume a position. Leaning over the table with his asshole open to me. Then I filled an enema bag with a warm soapy solution and hung it on a hook on the wall next to Tom.
After rubbing his asshole with some strawberry jell, I began inserting the nozzle. After a few in and out strokes, I soon had the entire nozzle up his ass. I then released the clamp and allowed some of the fluid to flow. All this time I had continued to stroke his cock, keeping it as hard as could be.
I told Tom that he was to tell me if he started to cramp up and I would stop the flow. He replied that he had done this several times and, although there was some cramping, it was nothing like the first time he did it.
Soon, he began to get the cramps and I halted the flow. He had taken almost all of the soapy solution. At least a quart or so. I massaged his stomach the way Mai Ling and Tai So had done me. Soon the cramp was gone and I was able to open the clamp again.
