The Spice of Life

The Spice of Life

By Julia Talbot

Look at that sweet man, just sleeping away, ass in the air and head buried in the pillow. I love how Colin sleeps. He does it just like he does everything else. Full tilt, nothing held back, snores filling the air of our bedroom. He’s naked, because it’s warm, and our old house doesn’t hold the cool air, even though he put in a state of the art air conditioner. That’s his day job; heating and cooling. The chinks in the walls and the gaps in the windows are my job, he says, which is true enough. I’m a framing carpenter by trade. Too bad for Col I’m a lazy bastard when it comes to my own house. Not too bad for me, though, because he’s glistening with a fine layer of sweat, and that just makes him look like something out of a high class porno mag. My cock, which has been half hard since I stopped by the local adult bookstore on the way home from getting groceries, perks right up to full hardness, pointing right at that ass like it knows what it wants. Which it always does. The adult bookstore thing is probably not what most folks think. Oh, like most gay men I know, Col and I have a few toys lying about, mostly cock rings. But we buy a fancy-assed brand of lube that only the Fallen Eden carries. I look down at the box in my hand, and my cock throbs. I have no idea what possessed me to buy what I did today, but hey, a little spice is never a bad thing, right? Colin sleeps right through me stripping my clothes back off. The man could sleep through a hurricane. He did, in fact, sleep through the house across the street burning to the ground at three am, just last year. Once I’m nude, I open the box, pulling out the toy I bought. It sits in my hand, the shiny stainless steel almost obscene, four inches long and about an inch and a half at the widest point. That’s what the salesman said, anyway, telling me it would be comfortable for long term wear. Long term wear. Jesus. The weirdest, and sexiest, thing about the plug, though, is that it has a big, shiny cut-glass gemstone at the base end, which will be all that sticks out, looking like really fucked up jewelry. Yeah, okay, I don’t know why that revs me up either, but it does. My cock is just pounding now, the blood right under the surface of the thin skin, the tip all but bobbing up to touch my belly. Col is always telling me what a pretty cock I have. I give it a few tugs with my free hand before wandering to the bedside table to grab some lube. Colin will hate this plug with a fiery burning passion. Not because it’s a plug. But it’s… oh, Col would call it girly. He’s got to be the growliest, manliest gay man I’ve ever met. Sometimes I think he’s just gay because women are incomprehensible and want frilly curtains.

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My weight makes the mattress shift, makes Colin roll toward me a little, and I can see one cheek now, the growth of morning whiskers dark, almost black, a few shades lighter than his glorious blue-black hair. I love that hair, love that he’s just as fuzzy everywhere else, too; his chest and belly and pubes are like a playground. Of course, right now I have the long, lean line of his back and his perfectly shaped, hard-muscled ass to play with. I used the rounded, cool steel of the plug to stroke down his spine, watching goosebumps rise as the cold meets the heat of his skin. So pretty. I could write fucking odes to that skin, if I could put two words together that didn’t sound like a kindergartener wrote them. I settle for hands on worship. I think Col likes that better than poetry anyway. The plug reaches the small of Colin’s back, and he shifts, turning his face even more so I can see a sleepy smile. “Mmm. Hey, Bri. You get all groceried?” “I did.” I grin, opening the lube with my other hand. “You having a good sleep? You want me to make breakfast?” It’s almost noon. Breakfast will be more like brunch, but that’s okay. Not that I have any intention of making it until I get my rocks off, but asking will put Colin right back into a sleepy place. “Sure, babe. Make waffles, ‘kay?” Greedy bastard. “Sure. Sure, love. Will do.” I push a lubed finger down his crack, teasing at his hole. Colin is always so fucking responsive. His ass pushes up and back, and he spreads those thick thighs for me, offering all sorts of things. I can see his heavy balls, skin darker there, kind of bumpy and fuzzy. I use my wet fingers to open him up so I can see his hole, and God, I’m ready. So damned ready to just fuck that ass until neither of us can see. Except I want to see the plug inside him first. Pushing more lube around that sweet spot, I get him good and wet, sliding one finger right inside. Colin grunts and groans, hips starting to move in little circles, encouraging me on. I can smell him, now. He’s really getting into it. Figuring he’s as ready as he’s ever gonna be, I put the round, smooth end of the plug where my fingers have just been, pushing it against his hole gently, so it doesn’t go too fast. Boom. It’s like the bed explodes. One second Col is just lying there, soft and warm and letting me play. The next he’s standing by the bed, sheets flying everywhere, the plug torn out of my hands so he can stare down at it. His black brows snap down over the bridge of his nose, and he draws a deep, hard breath. “Are you fucking crazy, babe? What the fuck is this?” A Toy Box Collection from Torquere Press - 4

I rub my aching arm, figuring bruises are gonna start popping up all over my poor body, which is

now on the floor, having thudded down here during the amazing, leaping exodus.

“It’s pretty,” I say, giving him a tentative smile.

“Pretty. You’ve lost what was left of your tiny mind. Where did you get this?”

“At Fallen Eden.” Climbing to my feet, I hold out my hand. “I can’t take it back, now.”

“No, but you can throw it away. Jesus Christ on a crutch. It has jewelry on it.” He tosses it at me.

“Keep that thing, and everything else, away from my ass.”

Col whirls on his heel and stomps off, the dramatic exit marred only by the fact that he trips over

an errant corner of sheet and goes staggering into the bathroom like a dancing bear.

Looking down at the plug, I sigh, stuffing it in my nightstand. I can play with it myself later,

maybe.

Right now, I’ll go make waffles. *** Two weeks later, Col is in the shower, singing some Trace Atkins song at the top of his lungs. Steam pours out of the bathroom and Colin sounds happy and relaxed, and I’m thinking it’s the perfect time to reintroduce the plug. Yeah, okay, so it’s probably the fact that Colin has a violent and profane reaction every time I pull it out that makes me do it, my evil grin stretching my cheeks and lips to the limit. Bless his heart, he’s been hunting for it since I pulled it out again three days ago, waving it in his face and telling him how hot he’d look with it in. I had to hide it in the Bisquick canister in the kitchen. Stripping down, I head for the shower, the plug hidden between my hand and my thigh.

Soapy and wet, muscles moving beautifully under that slick skin, Colin turns and grins at me

when I step into our extra large shower stall, his green eyes twinkling away. I’ve always wanted

green eyes. They’d go way better with my messy blond hair than the brown ones I have.

“Hey, Bri. Gonna get all wet with me?” Colin asks, reaching for me.

“You know it, babe.” I step right up to him, letting his hands fall on my shoulders and pull me

close for a kiss that curls my toes. God, I love how he just flings himself into everything he does.

His tongue pushes right into my mouth, and I can taste toothpaste and a little shampoo. Man,

he’s a sloppy rinser. My free hand comes up to sink into his dripping hair, holding on so I can

move even closer, my hard cock rubbing right into the hollow of his hip.

“Yeah, babe,” he murmurs when we come up for air. “Oh, yeah. Good.”

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“Uh huh. Love you.” I do, too. So much. Which is why I have to be evil, right? You only tease the ones you love. I hump against him, distracting him with my prick, and slide the hand holding the plug around his back, zeroing right in where it needs to go, pressing his ass cheeks apart. Colin growls, pushing me away so my back hits the tile wall, his hands on his hips while he glowers at me. “Goddamn it, Brian. Would you quit it with that thing? Give it here. I’m going to melt it down.” “No. I like it.” He’s trying not to laugh, I can tell. Maybe I’m wearing him down. Like water over stone. “You’re a freak, babe. Can you imagine what I’d look like? It would be like some kind of glowing red eye. That’s just wrong.” I glance down at the shiny red stone that sat in the base of the plug. “Well, you are always bitching about the winking assholes in your porn stories.” “Exactly. Come on, babe. Throw it away.” “If you try it once, I will.” That’s a compromise, right? “No.” Flat, bald, the word falls like the soap plopping on the shower floor, and Colin rinses off and steps out of the shower, leaving me with a wilting cock and some cold-assed water. *** Colin is at work. I have the day off thanks to the rain. So I decide it’s time to pull the plug out of the bottom of the chest freezer and try it out myself. After three months of teasing and poking, I’ve given up on Col. He’s just not a plug kind of guy, let alone a plug with jewels. I can’t see buying the thing and never using it at least once, though, so I’m determined to get it in. I still have no idea why I think it’s hot, because it is kind of cheap looking and ridiculous, but hey, we have no clue why some things turn our cranks, right? The bed seems the best place, so I get comfy with a towel and some lube and the plug. Stretching out naked seems weird without Colin there, but I do it anyway, my cock starting to poke straight up as the sheets rub my ass and back. It’s just hot enough to make sweat prickle at my pits and groin, and I can smell myself on the thick air. The lube bottle fights me, but I finally get it open, smoothing the gel over the stainless bulb of the plug, shivering a little at how that makes it seem hotter, less silly. I figure I ought to stretch myself a little. The plug isn’t that big, but it’s been awhile since I had anything but warm, live flesh in there, and I don’t want any kind of ow. When I can’t put it off any longer, I push the head of the plug against my own ass, holding the broad, round jewel at the base end. Oh. Man. It’s not that big at all, but the thing has this crazy A Toy Box Collection from Torquere Press - 6

egg shape above the little column that separates the body of it from the jewel, and it stretches me wide open before slipping in, my muscles snapping closed around the thinnest part. My cock has flagged a little, and I reach down to stroke it back up, knowing that will make the plug seem less intrusive, will make it all seem hotter, better. Sweating, blinking, I look at the mirror across the way on the old dresser. Yeah. I could see what it looks like, then, see if it really does look as ridiculous as Colin thinks it will. To actually see, I have to stand on the bed, legs spread wide so I can bend over and look at the mirror through them. Good thing I’m flexible enough to pretzel up and do it. I peer through my legs, and there’s my cock and balls, pointing down, and yeah, there’s the bright red jewel, snugged up against my hole. Helpless laughter has me bouncing up and down, and my balls flop around, making me laugh even harder. It looks… “Taking up yoga, babe?” Jesus fucking Christ. I almost killed myself, falling over at the sound of Colin’s voice and landing sideways on the bed. The jolt really jostles that silly plug inside me, and my cock slaps my belly, harder than it was even two seconds before. “C…Col. What are you doing home?” I rise up on my hands and knees, trying to get my bearings. “Came home for lunch, since I knew you’d be here.” There’s no hope that he hasn’t noticed the glinting jewel, since it’s pointing right at him when he walks around the side of the bed. His hand lands on my hip, and he turns me this way and that, my hips wagging for him. “You know, it doesn’t look that bad. Kinda hot. On you.” “Fuck you.” It’s hard to work up any kind of wrath, though, especially when he turns the round base of the jewel. “No, no, babe. You’re all stretched for me. I’m gonna do you.” His voice. God, it’s gone all deep and husky. I want to tell him, “See? It is hot,” but I can’t, my own voice just coming out as a squeak. So all I can do is nod and push my ass back into his hand, begging for it like the little slut I am. The plug weighs me down, makes my back end feel heavy as all hell. And he keeps playing with it. “Thought… thought you didn’t like it.” “Well, hell, babe. It doesn’t suit me, but on you it’s hot.” Cloth rustles, his jeans and shirt hitting the floor, and the next thing I know he’s on the bed behind me, grabbing the lube where I let it fall. “Still think it’s girly.” A Toy Box Collection from Torquere Press - 7

A soft laugh escapes me, but I’m so hot, so desperate, that I don’t care if I look like a circus clown with a pie to the face. “Come on, Col. Please. I need you.” “Yeah. You know it. Always give you what you need.” I can feel his hot cock against the back of my thigh. Zero to sixty in nothing flat. That’s my Col. The plug slides out slowly, excruciatingly pleasurable, and my whole body rocks and shakes with it. That’s hotter than anything else I’ve done with it, and I make a mental note to go buy a black rubber plug, something very manly, so Colin can feel that. See how it makes a man’s balls jump. Hot flesh takes the place of cool steel, Colin pushing right into me, as stretched as I am. Oh, fuck, yeah. All I can do is rock back helplessly, fucking myself on that amazing cock, so much thicker and shorter than mine. “Oh. Babe,” Colin breathes on the back of my neck. “So smooth and easy.” He usually has to fight my body to get me to take him. Not this time. I push and push, opening my hips up, spreading even wider as I rest my head on my arms, tilting my body just right. “Fuck me, Col. Come on. Gimme.” “Greedy bastard.” His thrusts begin slow and strong, moving to heavy and hard, his hips slapping my ass. His hand slaps my ass, too, leaving a stinging spot of heat, making me gasp and jump. “Uh-huh. More.” He gives me more, his cock angling to hit my gland, making stars burst behind my eyes. My hands scrabble at the sheets, and my hips grind back, taking him so deep in my ass I figure he’s gonna burst through the other side of my body. “Goddamn it, Col. Harder.” “Slut.” The word is fond, the bite he leaves on my shoulder deep and good, and I’m going crazy, just punching my ass back at him, taking every thrust, every sharp slap of his hand on my butt, needing everything he has to give me. Colin finally reaches beneath me and grabs my swinging cock, stroking in time with every thrust, and I cry out, my whole body convulsing as I come across the palm of his hand, coating his fingers and the sheets beneath me with my come. Grunting, Colin jerks inside me, cock pounding my walls, and finally shoots, his breath coming in great, sharp gasps. His other hand finds my hip to hold me in place while he jets into me, and I can feel bruises popping up under his fingers.

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We fall to the bed, Colin’s solid body all but crushing me, the plug rolling off the bed to land on the floor with a solid clunk. “Still think I should throw it away?” I ask when I can breathe again. “It’s the dorkiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Colin replies, stroking one hand down my ribs. “But I think we can keep it.” I have to laugh, feeling well-fucked and happy as a man can be. “Yeah. I’d hate to waste all that money.” *** Colin is sleeping, his ass up in the air, his head buried in the pillow. Like always, he’s got his arms flung out like he’s flying, his snores shaking the bed. Look at that man. Look at that beautiful ass. I look down at the box in my hand, knowing that this one will make him happier, knowing that he’s gonna love the heavy, black rubber plug that will make his eyes roll back in his head when I shove it in. We’re still not the kind of guys who have a lot of toys lying around, I figure, shifting my hips to feel the jeweled plug rock inside me. But it never hurts to have a little variety, right?

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