My first post, so here goes. About thirty years ago when I was a mere 27 years old, I used to stay at an old college friend's place when on business in the East Midlands. Dave was an engaging, cute blonde a year older than I and I was privy to most of his little secrets including his penchant for keeping open house for assorted stray gays who wandered into his life. The object of his attention on this occasion was Barry, tall lanky and thirtyish, who would roll up from time to time when he needed a bed for the night. Barry was basically a good-looking boy who'd spent the last ten years or so not looking after himself. He had long, floppy brown hair which curled down over his neck, big brown eyes, a lightly-tanned complexion, and some interesting tattoos. Prison chic. His standard method of operation was to turn up unshaven, his otherwise attractive hair unkempt and unwashed. Barry usually needed a good scrub-down before you got down to the essentials with him. He had lost all his teeth whilst still in his early twenties and could never be bothered to wear his false ones. This made him a favourite with Dave and me because he was known for giving the best blow-job in the universe. Nobody could take more than three minutes of a Barry BJ without shooting, and my balls used to tighten at the mere sight of him. Barry, for his part, always needed to appease the inner slag and could never suck too much cock. Apart from the BJs we tended to leave Barry to his own devices. His thick 8.5 inch piece of meat was a bit too big for Dave, and I'm not a particular fan of being fucked. Barry's six-pack of lager habit also meant that he needed a bit of extra stimulation to achieve a full erection although it was a stonker when he managed it. On this occasion he was keen to try out a new gadget he'd just shoplifted from the local porn emporium, a clear plastic vacuum tube with an inbuilt vibrator/massager. That and a cock ring.
As Dave and I had a prior engagement, we left Barry to amuse himself in fron of the television with a stack of porn vids and his new toy. We got back four hours later to find the place in darkness and silence except for the flickering of the television screen. The vid had long finished. Barry was on the sofa, his long legs apart, stretched out in front of him, with his jeans and underpants half way down his thighs. His eyes were big, round and wide open, staring ahead of him, his brow still furrowed with an expression which said 'I can't stop 'cos I'm about to pop my cork'.His right hand was clamped round the base of the sex toy, pulling it firmly down to the base of his cock. The almost-flat battery was still making the gadget vibrate slightly, the top of the toy describing little circles as it continued to work its magic on Barry's still largely-erect cock which was clearly visible in its plastic tube. His right shoe was half off his foot, balanced precariously on the toes. His left shoe had flown off altogether and had landed behind the television. His toes were turned up in a spasm of ecstasy and his mouth formed a big silent 'O' for all the world as if he'd just serviced a fat, juicy cock. He was rather pale, though not devoid of all colour. He was also rather dead and looked as though he had expired in mid-orgasm judging from the expression on his face.
Dave and I had a quick conference in the kitchen followed by a couple of large brandies. We decided to tidy things (and Barry) up and pursue the formalities in the morning as it was well past midnight. I started with Barry's cock, still lazily moving back and forth in its plastic chamber as the massage mode did its stuff. He clearly had about 7 inches of erection on view. I pressed the pressure relief valve and there was a huge inrush of air followed by a slurping noise as the gizmo released its grip on his cock. His right hand was still firmly clasping the plastic tube in an unbreakable grip so I slid the whole thing with his hand in situ up his stiff shaft and over his engorged purple helmet. It came free with another slurp, releasing a quantity of watery jiz, lubricant and piss which ran down his glistening shaft, splashing onto his pubes, then dribbling over his large firm ball bag onto the vinyl of the sofa. The cock ring was stretched up his well-lubed todger and popped off the top, landing on his stomach. His stiff penis wobbled around for a few seconds like a drunken sailor before slapping back onto his stomach with a soft thwack.
Barry's left leg then twitched in an involuntary spasm, the foot with its stiff, upturned toes performing a little sideways jig on the carpet. His head lolled down and forward so that he was staring at his own big erection, looking as though he was being really turned on by the trickle of cum oozing out of his stiff, dead cock. 'Oh!' he mouthed silently as though really surprised to be staring at the aftermath of the last orgasm he would ever have. He stared at me with big round eyes as I stripped him of his remaining shoe, his socks, his jeans, and then his underpants, almost as though he found the procedure rather erotic. After removing his pants, I let his feet with their turned-up toes frozen in a spasm of orgasmic pleasure drop back to the floor. They both performed a little jig this time, coming to rest splayed at right angles to each other. Dave slid Barry's rigid right hand up and off the sex toy. We soon realised why his legs were parted: he'd found one of Dave's slim vibrators and had slipped it right up his back passage. Battery now flat. No wonder he blew his shoes off when he came. That also explained why he had not emptied his bowels. Better to unplug him once we had him in the bathroom.
Dave picked him up under the arms and I took his knees. As his body folded up between us he let out a long sigh.'Aaaaaahhh'. His head lolled back again, leaving him looking intently at Dave's crutch as we lugged him to the bathroom. We placed him on his knees in the bath, his pale buttocks in the air, his head and torso draped over the end of the bath, his cock and balls dangling down between his legs. Off came his shirt, revealing one or two incipient patches of discolouration on his back, matching the ones on the calves of his long, slim legs. Barry stared patiently at the floor while i manoeuvred the vibrator free from his anus, Dave helping by holding his buttocks apart. Barry promptly let out a huge fart, then voided his bowels. His left arm twitched and a gurgling noise came out of his gaping mouth. We got to work with the shower and soon had the mess cleared up. Dave detached the shower head from its hose and inserted the free end into Barry's anus. It slipped right up him really easily and Dave flushed him out until the water gushing out over his thighs and buttocks, then over his tight ball bag ran clear. A quick once-over with shower gel and he was ready to be turned over, his stiff cock slapping back onto his stomach as he settled into his new position, his head resting on the edge of the bath where he had a grandstand view of Dave's noticeably-stiffening packet. 'Oh!'
Now we had to work fast as the rest of Barry was getting as stiff as his cock. I soaped and rinsed down his stomach, then his stiff cock and swollen ball bag, and finally those long legs with their strangely-erotic dead feet. We roughly towelled him down and hauled his rapidly-stiffening corpse to the spare bedroom. We dropped him onto a plastic sheet on top of the mattress. He bounced heavily, his sexy feet once more doing their little dance, his cock bouncing up and down in sympathy on his stomach. Dave finished drying and combing Barry's hair then placed his head on a pillow. His eyes again stared at me, looking as though he was really turned on by the attention I was paying to him as I worked my way with the towel down his naked corpse, over his stomach, round his cock and balls, down his long legs, finally ending with those sexy, orgasmic feet. I covered him with a sheet which I pulled up over his face, leaving his feet on view. A quick look at Dave told me there were two big boners in the room, not including Barry who was now clean and ready for his appointment with the mortuary table.
Part Two to follow, depending on whether Part One meets with your approval.
As Dave and I had a prior engagement, we left Barry to amuse himself in fron of the television with a stack of porn vids and his new toy. We got back four hours later to find the place in darkness and silence except for the flickering of the television screen. The vid had long finished. Barry was on the sofa, his long legs apart, stretched out in front of him, with his jeans and underpants half way down his thighs. His eyes were big, round and wide open, staring ahead of him, his brow still furrowed with an expression which said 'I can't stop 'cos I'm about to pop my cork'.His right hand was clamped round the base of the sex toy, pulling it firmly down to the base of his cock. The almost-flat battery was still making the gadget vibrate slightly, the top of the toy describing little circles as it continued to work its magic on Barry's still largely-erect cock which was clearly visible in its plastic tube. His right shoe was half off his foot, balanced precariously on the toes. His left shoe had flown off altogether and had landed behind the television. His toes were turned up in a spasm of ecstasy and his mouth formed a big silent 'O' for all the world as if he'd just serviced a fat, juicy cock. He was rather pale, though not devoid of all colour. He was also rather dead and looked as though he had expired in mid-orgasm judging from the expression on his face.
Dave and I had a quick conference in the kitchen followed by a couple of large brandies. We decided to tidy things (and Barry) up and pursue the formalities in the morning as it was well past midnight. I started with Barry's cock, still lazily moving back and forth in its plastic chamber as the massage mode did its stuff. He clearly had about 7 inches of erection on view. I pressed the pressure relief valve and there was a huge inrush of air followed by a slurping noise as the gizmo released its grip on his cock. His right hand was still firmly clasping the plastic tube in an unbreakable grip so I slid the whole thing with his hand in situ up his stiff shaft and over his engorged purple helmet. It came free with another slurp, releasing a quantity of watery jiz, lubricant and piss which ran down his glistening shaft, splashing onto his pubes, then dribbling over his large firm ball bag onto the vinyl of the sofa. The cock ring was stretched up his well-lubed todger and popped off the top, landing on his stomach. His stiff penis wobbled around for a few seconds like a drunken sailor before slapping back onto his stomach with a soft thwack.
Barry's left leg then twitched in an involuntary spasm, the foot with its stiff, upturned toes performing a little sideways jig on the carpet. His head lolled down and forward so that he was staring at his own big erection, looking as though he was being really turned on by the trickle of cum oozing out of his stiff, dead cock. 'Oh!' he mouthed silently as though really surprised to be staring at the aftermath of the last orgasm he would ever have. He stared at me with big round eyes as I stripped him of his remaining shoe, his socks, his jeans, and then his underpants, almost as though he found the procedure rather erotic. After removing his pants, I let his feet with their turned-up toes frozen in a spasm of orgasmic pleasure drop back to the floor. They both performed a little jig this time, coming to rest splayed at right angles to each other. Dave slid Barry's rigid right hand up and off the sex toy. We soon realised why his legs were parted: he'd found one of Dave's slim vibrators and had slipped it right up his back passage. Battery now flat. No wonder he blew his shoes off when he came. That also explained why he had not emptied his bowels. Better to unplug him once we had him in the bathroom.
Dave picked him up under the arms and I took his knees. As his body folded up between us he let out a long sigh.'Aaaaaahhh'. His head lolled back again, leaving him looking intently at Dave's crutch as we lugged him to the bathroom. We placed him on his knees in the bath, his pale buttocks in the air, his head and torso draped over the end of the bath, his cock and balls dangling down between his legs. Off came his shirt, revealing one or two incipient patches of discolouration on his back, matching the ones on the calves of his long, slim legs. Barry stared patiently at the floor while i manoeuvred the vibrator free from his anus, Dave helping by holding his buttocks apart. Barry promptly let out a huge fart, then voided his bowels. His left arm twitched and a gurgling noise came out of his gaping mouth. We got to work with the shower and soon had the mess cleared up. Dave detached the shower head from its hose and inserted the free end into Barry's anus. It slipped right up him really easily and Dave flushed him out until the water gushing out over his thighs and buttocks, then over his tight ball bag ran clear. A quick once-over with shower gel and he was ready to be turned over, his stiff cock slapping back onto his stomach as he settled into his new position, his head resting on the edge of the bath where he had a grandstand view of Dave's noticeably-stiffening packet. 'Oh!'
Now we had to work fast as the rest of Barry was getting as stiff as his cock. I soaped and rinsed down his stomach, then his stiff cock and swollen ball bag, and finally those long legs with their strangely-erotic dead feet. We roughly towelled him down and hauled his rapidly-stiffening corpse to the spare bedroom. We dropped him onto a plastic sheet on top of the mattress. He bounced heavily, his sexy feet once more doing their little dance, his cock bouncing up and down in sympathy on his stomach. Dave finished drying and combing Barry's hair then placed his head on a pillow. His eyes again stared at me, looking as though he was really turned on by the attention I was paying to him as I worked my way with the towel down his naked corpse, over his stomach, round his cock and balls, down his long legs, finally ending with those sexy, orgasmic feet. I covered him with a sheet which I pulled up over his face, leaving his feet on view. A quick look at Dave told me there were two big boners in the room, not including Barry who was now clean and ready for his appointment with the mortuary table.
Part Two to follow, depending on whether Part One meets with your approval.
