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 âSure,â that he was off-duty and didnât 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 didnât 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 didnât 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 Tomâs 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 wouldnât 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 didnât 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. Tomâs eyes were closed and, as he stroked his cock, it had almost reached itâs 10â length. I had forgotten how large a diameter it was. It was a good 2â 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 3â 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 Tomâs 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 didnât 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 didnât 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.
When Tom had taken the entire bag, I asked if he thought he wanted more. He said that would be enough to clean him out good. He felt that if he took any more, he might cum and not be worth a fuck later.
I continued stroking his cock and massaging his stomach until he told me that he was getting a severe case of the cramps and needed to expel the water.
Removing the nozzle from his ass, I helped him to the toilet.
While Tom was on the pot, I took the enema bag and washed it out, refilling it with warm plain water. When Tom finished, I had him again lean over the table. Inserting the nozzle was easier this time since his ass had loosened up. I released the clamp and his ass was again flooded. This time, he took the entire bag of fluid without even cramping up. I continued to stroke his cock all this time. I began to fantasize how his ass would feel around my 21â cock.
This time, after he expelled the water, I told him to shower, then lie down on his back on the massage table with his butt just on the table and his legs bent with his feet flat on the edge. When he was in position, I began to lather up the shaving brush.
I began applying the lather to his cock and balls. Of course I had to rub it in real good to make sure that his cock stayed hard so I would have a smooth surface to shave.
Then I began shaving him. For each stroke of the razor, I stroked his cock and massaged his balls. Sometimes twice for each stroke of the razor. Keeping his cock rock solid, I soon had all of the hair removed from his cock and balls and an inch or so of his pubic bone above the cock. He was smooth as a babyâs bottom.
I turned on the shower hose, adjusted the water and began rinsing all the soap off, stroking his cock as I did so. When I felt that all the soap was gone, I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking on it again, keeping it as hard as I could.
I stopped sucking him when I felt he was about ready to cum and told Tom to just lie there for a minute while I got something. I went into my bedroom and got a couple of the Arabian Stud harnesses and returned to the shower.
Placing one of the harnesses on a wall hook, I began putting the other one on Tomâs cock and balls. By the time I finished, his cock was beet red and hard as could be. His huge balls were separated with one of the straps and the sac was tight around his almond shaped nuts. Of course, I continued sucking his cock and balls as I applied the harness. That helped keep him hard.
Once I had Tom taken care of, it was my turn. Tom started by giving me the enemas to clean me out. Then he proceeded to lather up my cock and balls and shaved me clean. All through this, he sucked or stroked my cock to keep it rock hard. Several times I was on the verge of cumming when he backed off and let me cool down.
Tom had just finished putting the other harness on my cock and balls when the doorbell rang. I said âShitâ or some appropriate phrase and went to see who it was. If it was some damned salesman or some other clown, I was just going to ignore it.