“I don’t trust this look. What’s this look about?” I ask, teasing him even though I trust him implicitly.
“I just have a little post-walk surprise for you, that’s all.”
He looks very pleased with himself, almost as pleased as he looked a few days ago when he had me try on a silicone cock sleeve to see if it would help. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. Not only that, it was sparkly neon pink and he laughed for ten minutes solid when I put it on. Needless to say, it ended up in the trash and he made it up to me by rimming me until my cum hit the headboard.
“Hm.” I give him the hairy eyeball, but his mood remains buoyant. I may live to regret this.
I’ve taken to calling Odd my physical therapist since he’s been sohelpfulwith my daily masturbation sessions. At first his mouth was the only thing I could tolerate, but now, with plenty of lube, his hand feels great too. Unfortunately—or fortunately—for me, he’s a Bash, and that means it’s never just about a simple hand job or blowjob.
He’s somehow incorporated ten-minute yoga poses into the mix to help my knee and hips recover from years of having to walk with a limp. That doesn’t seem like a long time to wait for a blowjob until you discover that your boyfriend is some kind of Machiavellian cock tease. Anyway, that’s how I found myself laid out on the bed in a bent-leg, arms-spread pose called Reclining Hero earlier this morning, getting my dick tickled. Using a single finger, he ran it up and down my length, lightly dragging his fingernail around the sensitive and broken crown, pushing gently into the slit until it drooled with precum.
Fucking hell. Still didn’t get fully hard, but definitely harder than I was yesterday. Needless to say, I had no sympathy when he practically choked on my cum the second he finally put his mouth on me. He’s growing back his beard and the droplets clung to the scruff on his chin, making his little torture session completely worth it. As did his gentle, sexy, fucking mischievous smile.
I can’t wait to see what he has in store, so I figure the best thing to do is to go ahead and get our daily hike out of the way. While I know that Austin has a ton of hike and bike trails, Odd is the master of finding out-of-the-way places. Most are slightly scruffier than the popular trails, but they have fewer people, and that tends to work out better for us.
Today we start on the UT campus, walking around the fountain and the tower, making our way through the oak-tree-lined pathways before heading down to Waller Creek and viewing the place from an entirely different perspective. We stop by the little bridge and he kisses me, which leads to making out, which leads to being discovered with his hand down the back of my pants by a walking tour. The tour operator isn’t amused, but the lesbian couple in the group gives us a thumbs-up before we have a chance to make ourselves presentable.
We switch tactics and head over to The Drag, where we get in a little shopping before grabbing lunch from Madam Mam’s. He nips at my ear while I pay, and when I turn to chide him for embarrassing the gal at the register, the gleam in his eye is back.
* * *
Having made our way back to the apartment and showered, we sit naked on the bed, cross-legged and facing each other. Reaching behind the pillows, Odd carefully places a wooden box on the bed between us, practically vibrating with glee.
“So, my love, what’s in the box?”
Reaching under another pillow, he pulls out a bag of accessories. “Actually, the box is the gift.” He emphasizes this by pulling out a cord and stretching his delicious body over the edge of the bed to plug the box into the wall. Once he has the accessories attached, it hits me.
“Dr. Bash, did you build me an industrial masturbator?”
He wiggles in place and claps his hands. “Found an open-source blueprint and improved on it. Even if I’d done nothing else with my degree, this was worth every hour of class and every late-night cram session.”
“But is this really necessary?” I ask, eyeballing the intimidating accessories.
“Necessary? What kind of question is that? This isn’t necessary, it’sfun. And the suction sleeve will help you to get more of an erection,” he says, holding up a rubber-lined cylinder. “Actually,” he says, sticking his tongue out as he roots around in the bag, “I’ve also got a sleevelet for your ball.” He pulls out a shorter cylinder, proud of himself.
I’ve discovered over the past several days that he gets a kick out of the fact that I only have one testicle, making sure to emphasize the singular whenever he can. Dork.
“So…how do we do this?” I ask, never having worked with something like this before.
“Well, first, I have to prep you.” He emphasizes this by leaning in and swallowing me whole. I let out a groan as he wraps his tongue around my head, sliding the bit of foreskin around. He quickly gets me to the point of partially plumped, which I’d judge as a failure of my manhood if Odd weren’t smiling so broadly, his lips red and spit-slick. Progress over perfection.
Still grinning, he grabs the lube and uses a strong grip to coat my cock and ball with it. He flips the switch on top of the box and a low, rhythmic sucking sound fills the room.
He shifts and squeezes in behind me, sliding his long legs on either side of me so I’m supported by his chest. With a small flourish, he pulls up the cylinder. The rubber sleeve is being sucked in from the sides in the same rhythm as the sound from within the box. I’ve seen this kind of machine before, and it’s supposed to give you the sensation of getting a hand job and blowjob at the same time. I suspect that Odd has done something to take this to the next level.
He snakes an arm around me and begins to tease me with the suction sleeve, lowering it over the head of my cock. I immediately begin breathing heavily as the machine sucks me in then pushes me out.
“How does it feel?”
“Great, but not quite enough suction.”
He turns the box, and on the side is a level adjustment. This is level one. He cranks it up to the next level, and…oh yeah. “I can hang out here for a while.”
“There are four more levels above this…”
“I’m horny, not crazy.”
His laugh shakes my body, but I go quiet as he starts at the head, letting the rubberized mechanism suck me in and push me out, the lube creating a delicious slide.
