The Party
Dave had asked I come early, both so we could get into our rubber suits, and to help him set up for his guests. It also coincided with my having got the accounting system running at the motel. Now it just needed a thorough check to make sure everything was correct and that I’d not missed anything. Greg was delighted, and wanted to talk about my ‘doing the books’ for him on a part-time basis from here on.
So, it was with a very positive feeling that I prepared to celebrate Dave’s birthday. The suit, once on, felt even better than the first time, and now Dave applied a silicon polish to me, and I did the same for him. Handing me a light chest harness, he grinned.
“Put this on, and you’re dressed. Damn, you look so damned good …” Our bodies met as we embraced, and words got lost as we kissed.
“So do you, Dave, and you feel even better …” Kissing him again, I added, “Just holding you is worth all the damned trauma and drama …”
“I’m glad … and I still want you to live here …”
“And I will — when I’ve sorted myself out. In the meantime, happy birthday, Dave. The present I brought you is for later.” Kissing him again, I relieved him of the polishing cloth. “Now I’d better buff you to a shine, and then we can prepare for your friends …”
Damn, but his rubber sheathed body was so damned sexy to behold. I was having real trouble trying to focus on anything other than how fantastic it was going to be to make love with this fabulous man. And polishing the rubber was one of the most erotic things I’d ever done, and that included his polishing me! We both needed the distraction of setting out the buffet supper he’d had delivered earlier, and laying out the drinks. The first of his guests arrived as I was setting out the drinks selection.
Dave opened the door and welcomed them so I waited while they stripped their ‘street’ clothing and then preceded him into the living room. This has double doors opening into a conservatory where he’d set up the buffet. Soft lighting and some IR heating made this comfortable — rubber isn’t very insulating in low temperatures — made the a very atmospheric space.
“Jim, this is Mark, and his partner, Joe. Guys, this is Jim, my rescuer at school.” He laughed. “Be gentle. This is his first ‘public’ event out of his closet, and only the second time he’s worn this outfit.”
“And you look fantastic in it,” Mark said, smiling as he walked forward hand extended. “Fantastic suit, where’d you get it?”
“Dave.” I grinned, glad the soft lighting hid my blush. “He set me up for this.” I turned as Dave joined me, his hand going on my hip. “And I’m glad he did.”
“Lucky devil,” Joe said, “Welcome to our circle.”
The doorbell rang again and Dave went to open it while I provided Mark and Joe with their drinks. Dave returned with four more guests, all in rubber outfits. Introducing them he joked about his still trying to persuade me to share his home.
A little to my surprise, the party was enjoyable, erotic, but in a non-sexual way, and relaxed. We talked, we exchanged thoughts on rubber, on our memories of growing up and on our work. My career was, it transpired, the least interesting — at least in my view. Mark was a pathologist, his partner Joe, a chemist, among the others there was a nurse, a builder, a civil engineer, a fire fighter and an ambulance paramedic.
Dave’s birthday got celebrated in style, and it was midnight by the time everyone left.
“Better help me change, love,” I said, giving him a hug as we stood at the front door having just seen Trev, the fire fighter and Doug, the builder, leave. I kissed him. “I’ll help you clear up and then I better head back to my chalet at the Spring Break.”
“Who said I was going to let you leave?” He retorted, snapping a handcuff on my wrist, and the other to his. “Clearing up can happen in the morning. Right now, I want my real birthday celebration to happen — in our bed.” His kiss was demanding and I responded, my cock stiffening in the hefty codpiece. “And I haven’t thanked you yet for the present, your company, your support …”
There was no point arguing, I wanted this anyway … We were both on a short fuse, neither of us lasted long as we went sixty-nine, awkward when joined by the handcuffs. After a few minutes to enjoy each other’s cum and recover, he released his wrist, got me up and we began to strip out of the rubber. A process that was difficult because of the tightness and the difficulty of extricating our arms through the small opening in the hood, and complicated by the frequent pauses to kiss, caress and hold each other. Finally free of the suit, but with my hands and feet still in the gloves and socks, I found myself handcuffed to the headboard, with Dave astride my hips and grinning as he looked down at me.
“You’re going to stay like this until you agree to give up your insistence on being able to support yourself and be a self-supporting partner.” His hand found my now reviving penis. “I’ve waited almost twenty years to have you in my bed … and I’m going to enjoy this until you say you’re going to come and live here, share my bed, my life and our home with me.”
“I’m not ready to do that yet, my love. And I can’t let Greg, the motel guy, down. He’s counting on me getting his accounts in order.” I grinned. “And you can’t keep me like this … I need the toilet among other things occasionally …”
“I’ve thought of that.” His grin was wicked. “How long do you think you need before you think you’re ready? And why? You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone …”
“But I do, love. For my own confidence. I have to prove this to myself.” His hand was doing things to my cock, and now he was teasing my tip against his hole … “My mother thinks she can force me to conform and beg forgiveness — and if I move in to live here — she’ll think she’s won.”
“So how long are you going to want to hold out? A month? Six months? A year …” His opening was now pressed firmly to my tip. “Think you can do without giving me more of this?”
“Mmmm,” I moaned as he sank onto my erection, slowly forcing my glans past his sphincter, triggering my automatic upward thrust. “Oh gods …” I gasped. “Dave … oh … you feel …”
“Good?” He sank fully onto my cock, wriggling gently and sending intense signals through my member. He smiled, his own erection pointed at my face as he knelt astride my hips. “I’m offering you this and more, my love.”
“Dave … please … yes, I want to be your lover … and I will be … but I must … I can’t …” My cock erupted and I pushed myself deep into him as he clenched his muscle. “It’ll only be for a little while … and I can be all yours …” Smiling up at him, I blew him a kiss, my wrists still cuffed to the bedhead. “I just need to prove to myself and the my family that I’m no longer dependent on anyone but me …”
My now limp cock slipped out of him as he bent down and kissed me.
“I’ll think about it.” His grin was wicked, as he moved off me, reached down beneath the bed, and retrieved a heavy looking cuff. Fastening this to my ankle, he jingled the chain attached to it. “Long enough for you to reach the bathroom. Rubber so it won’t chafe, and steel so it can’t be slipped off. You’re going to have to convince me you’ll accept my invitation to be my lover, partner and set a date … to get me to unlock it.”
Lying down next to me, he caressed my stomach, his erection resting on my thigh.
“Damn it, Jim, I love you, and I’m impatient — we’ve wasted years yearning for each other.” Lowering his face, he kissed me very tenderly, but the hunger was evident. “Say you’ll live with me …”
“Release my wrists, love, and let me taste you again …” Kissing him, I teased his lips with my tongue. “Then let’s sleep on it …”
He unlocked the handcuffs and I moved to where I could get my mouth to work on his erection. Working instinctively, I took my time, trying to give him the best ever head. Judging by his reaction, I succeeded. I moved again to lie in his arms, savouring a really good dose of his cum, and shared it with him in a kiss that lasted. We fell asleep in this position and I woke with the sun streaming in the window. Dave slept on and I did my best not to disturb him, savouring the feeling of sharing his bed, the sex we’d shared, and my feelings for him …
The call of nature eventually forced me to ease myself free of his arm across my stomach and slide out of bed. He was right. There was just enough chain attached to my ankle to reach the toilet … I returned to the bed to find him awake, a grin like the proverbial Cheshire Cat on his face as he watched me.
Those moves and the socks are very sexy, love.” He quipped. “And the chain stays until I get a date …” Folding the duvet back for me to slip back onto the bed, he let me settle and folded it back over me. “Actually, you look pretty comfortable with it.” Kissing me, he asked, “Sleep well?”
“Like a baby, my love.” Slipping my arms round him, I hugged him. “And you?”
“Best night I’ve had for years.” His hand fondled my semi-tumescent cock. “Stay where you are, don’t go wandering, I’m going to get us some coffee and some croissants for breakfast, then we’ll see what happens …”
“If you say so, love.” Releasing his member, I grinned. “Does breakfast here include another lesson in making love?”
“It will now …” Bending down, he kissed me on the mouth, then said, “Raise your hands to the headboard.” The handcuffs embraced my wrists. “There, that makes sure you can’t escape the next lesson.”
Twenty minutes later he returned, a tray in his hands with two mugs of coffee and a couple of plates with croissants. His grin was wicked as he put the tray on the night stand. His scent suggested he’d had a wash, but his natural scent is very attractive …
“I think there should be a small precursor, don’t you?”
“If you’re suggesting …” I replied, eying his growing erection, and with my own already tenting the duvet. “I’d love a taste of that gorgeous cherry …”
He chuckled peeling the duvet aside to expose my now rigid erection.
“You’ll get it, love, but first I’m going to inject some more of you into my manhole …” He was astride my hips before I could reply, his hand reaching behind him to guide my cock to his entrance. “Did you enjoy this last night?”
“Did I object? Mmmmm!” I gulped as he began to press himself onto my sensitive glans. “It was … fantastic … Oooh … that feels so … good.”
He’d evidently lubricated himself, because my penis seemed to slide into him as he sank down on it. Once I was fully inside him, he stopped, his hands resting on my shoulders and smiled.
“Like it?”
“‘Like’ doesn’t describe …” I managed. “It feels … you feel … it’s … I can’t describe it …”
“And it’s what I’ll give you every day, my darling.” He began to rise slowly, fucking himself on my cock. “All you have to do is tell me you’ll accept my invitation to be my partner, my lover and live with me …”
“Do I get to enjoy your beautiful organ, my love?” I found myself matching his movements with my own, the sensations it was creating in my member beyond anything I’d experienced until now. I wanted to reach for his erection as it rose and fell with his movement, but with my wrists attached to the headboard, I could only watch …
“You do, my darling, whenever you want it …” His grin widened. “Once you agree to live with me permanently …”
I thrust upward into him with a moan as he brought me to a climax and I shot my cum deep into him.
“That’s my lover …” He sighed, clamping his muscle around my penis. “You feel so good like this …” With a sigh, he massaged my shoulders. “Jim, my darling, you feel exactly as I always dreamed you would inside me.” Raising himself he let me slip free, then bent forward and kissed me. “Would you believe I even rigged up a dildo so I could imagine taking you like this? I used the masturbate dreaming it was your hand stroking me …”
“Dave, my love, I often fantasised your were making love to me — but the real thing is beyond my wildest dreams.” I smiled up at him. “May I give you ..?”
“If you want it, love, it’s yours.” Moving to where I could conveniently enjoy giving him head with my hands cuffed to the headboard, he offered his gorgeous organ, his scent filled my nostrils as I licked the precum from his tip, then began to explore his flared ‘head’ rim and the shaft, gradually working my way along it. It took a little while, but my reward was a good mouthful of his delicious cream.
Unlocking my wrists he helped me sit and piled pillows behind me, then passed me a coffee mug — which, surprisingly, was still hot.
“Thermal mugs,” he said, laughing at my surprise. “Very useful at times like this, when you’re likely to be delayed drinking it.”
Having eaten the croissants and drunk the coffee, I lay back and stared at the ceiling for a while. Truthfully I wanted this to be my future. To be loved, to have the friendship and companionship of someone I loved, but … There it was again, I really did have to feel I’d shown everyone that I was capable of living my own life, of being my own man.
“Can I make a deal with you, love?”
“Depends on the deal.” Dave’s hand found mine. “Let’s hear it.”
He listened as I explained why I needed to delay accepting his offer. “We’ve known each other for more than twenty years, love, and this is only our second night together …” I squeezed his hand. “I love you, and want to share my life with you, but I want to prove to myself that I can be more than just a dependent.”
“Okay, I get that.” Frowning he stayed silent for a moment, then asked, “So how long do you want to take for this? You want to find and set up your own place? Live in it for a while, or what?” He laughed. “I’m impatient.”
“Not that long.” It was my turn to laugh. “I don’t think I can deny myself a daily dose of you for that long …” Kissing his cheek, I continued, “Give me until the end of next month — six weeks. By then I’m pretty sure I’ll have set myself up with a regular income, and proved I’m not just some glorified office boy.”
For a while he remained silent, staring at the ceiling, then he rolled over, and kissed me, his hand grasping my member as I lay on my back.
“Let me think about it while we clean up. I’ll tackle downstairs, you can give our suits a good wash and hang them over the bath.” He grinned. “The chain won’t let you go any further than the bathroom any way, and it stays on while I consider your proposal.” He chuckled, fondling my stiffening penis. “And when I come back I’m going to want another dose of this, and we’ll have a shower and consider lunch …”
Before I could react, he’d kissed the tip of my now almost erect member, then sucked it all the way into his mouth and brought me all the way to an erection.
Laughing, he stood. “Don’t take too long with cleaning the suits, or I might be finished before you are.”
Cleaning the suits involved giving them a thorough rinse with cold water. It wasn’t difficult, once I’d turned them inside out and used the hand shower in the bath with a soft cloth to wipe them down as I ran the water over and through them. Then was simply a case of getting them on the hangers he provided that would allow them to hang so that the water drained properly and air could circulate inside the rubber.
“Well done,” Dave greeted me as I emerged on completion of the task. Taking me in his arms, he kissed me and grinned. “Have you any idea how sexy you look like this? Naked, just that cuff on your ankle and restricted to this room and the bathroom?”
“I get the feeling I’ll like the answer …”
“You ‘feel’ right.” He kissed me again, his hand grasping my hardening cock. “Are you prepared to commit, absolutely, come what may, to moving in here in six weeks time?”
“Do I have a choice?” I teased, pushing my now hard member into his hand.
“Of course. Say yes, and I unlock the cuff on your ankle, we eat some lunch, and you get to leave …” His arms tightened. “Say no, and the cuff stays on, and you get to stay here until you do agree …”
“Some choice,” I teased. “Okay, okay.” I kissed him. “By the end of next month I’ll have either fallen flat on my face and will need rescuing, or I’ll have got myself on my feet, will know what I want and need, and can accept your proposal with a clear conscience.”Planting another kiss, I slipped my arms round his waist. “Dave, seriously, I want this, and to make it work, as much as you do, but I really do need to make it a choice, not something driven by my own failure. Can you accept that?”
“I understand, Jim, but I want to be part of the solution.” His arms tightened around me and our erections touched. “Damn, I’ve wanted you so much for so long …” HIs mouth found mine and our kiss took us back onto the bed. Words were now superfluous as we surrendered to our hunger for each other …
