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                              Plug

                             by DDL
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My lover, Gary, is an ass-man, and it's my ass he's crazy about. 
When we first got together, Gary told me two things.  One, my ass
should always be clean, and two, it should always be open and
ready for his cock.  Keeping it clean was easy, sitting on the
stick a couple times a day took care of that, but keeping it open
was a problem.  Gary thought about it, then bought me a butt-
plug, and a mini-douche: a small syringe, sort of like a squeeze
catsup bottle.  "Put this in before you leave the house in the
morning," he said, holding up the plug, "and only take it out to
shit.  And then douche.  Understand!"  I nodded.  

The first day I wore the plug was a trip.  Gary greased me up
after my morning shower, and slid the fuckin thing in.  The
tapering cone hurt like hell going in, stretching my ass to the
max, but I took it, spreading open around it's thickness.  The
stem, the part that keeps it in place was easy.  I just cinched
up around it, pushing it deep into my gut.  "Now, remember," Gary
said before leaving for work, "Only take it out to shit."  I
nodded again.  (I nodded a lot when I was with Gary.)

Gary works construction, he's a hump and a half, dark and swarthy
with a dick of death, and I'm still in school, attending
Northeastern.  The train ride to the campus nearly got me off,
the constant click-clack of the train on the tracks, making my
gut quiver around the plug in my ass.  Gary's words rang in my
head as I stepped off the train, "Only take it out to shit."

The first couple of days everything was fine.  I'd got used to
the plug without too much discomfort.  On the third day, during
my second period class, my stomach started to rumble.  It was so
loud that Joey Thomas, my nearest neighbor looked over, and
smiled.  The pain was intense.  If I didn't get to the head now,
butt plug or no butt plug, I was going to explode.  

I thanked god when the bell rang, signalling the end of the
period.  I dashed, like a madman, out of the room, flew down the
corridor, shoved open the john door, praying that there was an
empty stall--there was--and locked myself inside.  I squatted,
and pushed the plug out, then sat on the hopper.  Amid a flurry
of farts, and sighs, but no shit, I noticed the glory hole.  It
was hugh, about the size of my head, and there was movement on
the other side. 

I blushed, thinking what an eyeful that guy must have gotten,
then did a quick douche, and flushed.  I pulled a jar of lube
from my knap-sack, and re-greased my hole, preparing it for the
plug.  

A handsome, blond face suddenly appeared in the opening.  "Hey,
man.  Let me help.  Let me slide it in for you," he said moving
back from the hole.  I looked through the glory hole, god, was he
gorgeous; about my age, with nine thick, solid inches of hard
cock sticking up from between his legs. 

I figured, what the fuck, he sat through the whole performance,
he might as well help ring down the curtain.  "Yeah, if you want. 
You can slide this baby back in for me," I said, holding up the
obscenely pink plug.  He reached through the hole, and grabbed it
by its base.  I put a foot up on the hopper, turning my backside
to the hole.  He pressed the tip of it against my ass, and
pushed.  My ass, now used to the daily invasion, opened, and
swallowed it, forcing little moans of pain-pleasure from my lips. 
"Holy shit," he groaned, "I've never seen an ass open up like
that before."  He toyed with me, fucking me with the plug, before
finally shoving it in all the way.  "Meet me outside," he said.

When I came out of the stall, he was by the sinks, washing his
hands.  "That was wild," he said, "You wear that all the time?" 
I told him the whole story, about Gary, and why he got it for me. 
"Drop your pants again.  I want to take another look."  I did, he
pushed on the plug, punching on the base, fucking it in deeper. 
"Meet me here tomorrow?  Same time.  I want to help put it back
in again, okay?"  I took another look at him, and agreed, saying,
"But that's all.  You can only help me put it in."  "Scout's
honor," he said holding two crossed fingers up in a mock scout's
salute.

That night, while Gary rode my ass like a cowboy rides a bronco,
I thought about my helpful blond.  I wanted him to do more than
just a little help with my latex pal, I wanted him to do what
Gary was doing to me, knocking the wind out of me with his cock. 

The next day, the blond was by the sinks when I came in.  "Look,"
he said, "I run the audio-visual department.  Why don't we go up
to there?  It will be safer."  I reminded him that all he could
do was help, but deep down I hoped he try more, much more.

Upstairs after closing, and locking the storage room door behind
us, he said, "Now, let's see that wild, little ass, baby."  I
kicked off my sneakers, and stepped out of my jeans, leaving my
T-shirt on.  He bent me over the desk, and slowly pulled the plug
out.  I felt my asshole distending with it as he pulled it from
my gut.  My hole stayed open for a second after he had it out,
and then clenched closed.  I heard a zipper open, I knew what was
next, but I didn't stop him.  

Gary should have figured something like this was gonna happen,
with me in school and all.  Someone was bound to notice what I
had tucked up my ass.

"Okay, baby.  I'm gonna slide it back in.  Ready?"  I grunted in
response, knowing it wasn't the plug he was going to slide up my
ass.  "Yeah," I groaned, reaching back, and spreading the cheeks
of my ass, to make his entry easier.  He pressed the spongy head
of his cock against the bulls-eye of my asshole, I glanced back,
watching him he mount me, watching him push his cock into my
hungry hole.  "Ahhhh," he groaned, thrusting into me hard, fast,
and deep.  

His cock, throbbed inside me, draining me of my will, yet filling
me with desire.  I stretched across the desk, and let him take
me.  The tight friction of flesh against flesh thrilled me as he
injected me with inch after stiff, thick inch of his cock.  I was
panting, having trouble catching my breath.  "Oh, babe," he
crooned, "What a fuckin ass you've got.  Oh, so tight, so hot. 
You like my cock up there, babe?"  "Yes," I hissed, "Fuck me,
stud."  

He set a slow, steady pace, plying me with his nine inch monster. 
God, I loved it.  His skin was wet against mine, the little room
was sweltering, both of us were covered in a film of
perspiration.  In and out, side to side, up and down he went,
fucking me anyway he wanted, knowing that I was only to happy to
have him on me, and in me.  We were one person as long as his
thick prong assaulted my ass.  I loved it, it made me feel good
and bad at the same time.  

I don't really know, how long we went at it.  Time doesn't matter
when you're getting laid.  Fucking is the only thing on your
mind.  He pumped me like he was looking for oil, deeper and
deeper, harder and harder.  I was an oil field, and his cock was
a derrick, drilling, drilling, always drilling.  The pace
quickened, his cock sawing in and out of me at a frantic rate.

Suddenly, in one electric drive, he pumped deep, deeper than he
had before, and froze, his whole body taut, and shaking.  "Oh
god," he groaned, "Oh, babe.  I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna blow. 
Oh take it baby, take my hot, juicy cum-load."  I felt his cock
nearly double in size, expanding, pulsing, throbbing inside me. 
Then, wham, the first blast hit me.  He held me tightly from
behind as he dumped his seed into my gut.  I wasn't far behind
him, dropping my frothy load on the desk top.

That was the first of many such encounters the blond and I had. 
Five days a week, we'd meet, fuck our brains out, then part until
the next time.  Gary never knew, never even suspected; every
night when he rode my ass, he'd put his lips by my ear and
whisper, "Yeah, baby.  Love your wide-open ass.  Glad I got you
the plug?"  And I'd honestly answer, "Yes!"