Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2006 15:45:43 EDT From: Fasote@aol.com Subject: Med Play I am not your normal bar crawler; I simply do not normally go to bars. So I am horned up and have no resources so... Firstly I go to the bathroom, clean up the large enema bag and get out the catheter supplies. Sitting on the toilet, I finger myself and remove any chunks within finger distance of my hole. Actually that does not feel so bad. The deed is done, I thoroughly wash my fingers and my cock with warm soapy water. Nice, clean. With the bag hanging on the medical stand, I take the nozzle over to the sink and make sure the water flows freely, then stop the keck. This is going to be fun. My floor is covered with my bathmat and my towel for me to lie on. With my knees raised above my body, my greased finger finds my pleasure hole. One finger, two finger, three finger, I just relax and take it all in. My sphincter seems loose enough, so I grease up the large walnut-shaped black nylon nozzle and hop on it. OOOH. Love the feeling as the water starts its flow, love the feeling of the cramping, the ass tea that comes out, I love the whole procedure and basically all things medical. Now I am lying on the floor and getting really comfortable, the feeling, as always makes me rock hard. Once the water begins to rise and my bowels are comfortable, I stand up and go to the sink. Standing at the sink I sterilize my hands, under my fingernails, my cock and the immediate area around my penis. My next move is to open the medicine and remove my kit. Inside is a foley catheter, surgi-lube, inflation syringe, sterilized gloves, saline solution, betadine wipes and collection equipment among other things. Being ever so careful, I carefully rewash my hands, blot them dry and ever so carefully open the gloves and put them on. Oh my belly is feeling ever so good as the nice warm water rises to the occasion. Once the sterile gloves are on, I undo the betadine wipes and make sure that most of my penis is disinfected. My next move is to open the surgi-lube and make sure there is a nce bead of lube on the head of my penis. The foley container is opened and carefully picked up by the tail, I then lube the bottom inch or two. OH it feels so good as the cool lube is pushed into my cock slit and the foley is very carefully worked in. I grease only 2-3" next to my penis as I work it in. One hand is holding the end of the tube from touching anything, the other is ever so carefully making my man cunt swallow my tube, ooh I love being fucked. It feels so nice as my penis is satiated by being fucked from the inside. Once most of the length is carefully worked in, I hit the prostate. With a careful shove, foley's head is past my sphincter and I feel like I want to cum. Being careful, I close the valve on the urine side of the my foley but I flll the inflation syringe with the appropriate amount of saline. Then, I screw the syringe head to the foley receptor. One or two more shoves and the catheter is home. Oh the feeling. My left hand pushes the saline to inflate the bulb, a quick tug and all is nested and not about to move anytime soon. I love to piss and this is a way to make me piss. After closing off the inflation valve, I attach the extension tube to the urine side. Dangling the urine tube over the edge of the sink, I slowly open the urine valve and my golden manhood races down the sink. Undoing the leg bag, I firmly attach the leg bag to the extension tube and dribble slightly into the bag. My bowels are now really enjoying the sense of fullness. Found out years ago that I can easily take a good gallon of water in basically any position. I love it. I find the Velcro straps and take my leg bag and strap it into place -- the bag collects my golden manhood and keeps it until I decide to release. With a new bag and a new extension tube I should have no leaks. Back on my backside to finish my bag I go. The first cramp is now beginning and it feels so good with all my prostate stimulation and just the idea of satiating my own self. A few minutes later I take my hands and massage my gut to get the last of the churning water into myself. Once the bag is empty I remove the nozzle and insert a similarly sized plug. No leaks here. The cramps begin to subside so off to my bedroom to get out my skins. For my evening, I am going to wear my leather pants, dehner boots, short sleeve leather shirt and will have my gloves handy. So I go to my hutch and remove all my parts and pieces including the boot jacks -- these are some tight boots. The cramps begin again so I go to the bathroom, sit on the toilet, remove the plug and explode. This is what I like. A few gurgles later and nice dark ass tea is coming from my high bowels. WOW. Once the water is finally out, I replug myself and re-empty the bag strapped to my leg. Love it. Back to the bedroom I put on my jock and pants. My pants legs are tight but I manage to raise them enough o pull up my boot socks and my boots, With my two antique boot jacks, I pull up first one and them the other boot. I check to make sure my urine bag is nice and snug , the tube is comfortable and my pants come on up. I finish dressing and decide it is time to go. Outside the bar I see a leatherGod get off his motorcycle -- full leather no doubt. As I park the car I watch this leatherdaddy dismount, nearly cream in my jeans at his boots, butt and etc. Restrain myself dummy. As I walk toward the door, he removes his helmet to reveal a handsome, sexually charged, bearded wonder of the universe. He takes his helmet and puts it in the compartment on his big BMW. His next move is to unzip the top of his skin tight leather catsuit and reach into his chest to remove a leather cap. He dons the cap which perfectly frames his neatly bearded face and makes him look like a figure of authority. He then takes off his tall thin leather gauntlets and stuffs them into the saddle bags. Next he reaches into his chest pocket and removes a nice dark cigar. He prepares his smoke and then strikes a lighter spotlighting the bonorific beauty of this man of a certain age's face. Testosterone city. He lights his dark cigar and takes a few puffs. OH OH OH. I go in rather than look like some thunderstruck dear in the headlights. Over to the bar I order a beer and stay there a few minutes. The bar is the bar, nothing special. The same music, the same darkness, the same smells, the same haircuts, the same tinker belles, tweaks, chicken chaser and so fourth. No matter where you go the gay bars are still the same. Alongside where I am standing comes the leather dream from outside. He orders a mixed drink and sits there working on his cigar. Paying no attention to anyone. Eventually our eyes meet and his friendly smile makes him so approachable. Do you smoke cigars, he asks me? Not really Sir but I do appreciate a man who does. Does this bother you? No Sir. We stand there and chat for a few minutes. Me, I am just another 40-something man, bearded, 6'2", 200 lbs, muscular but I wear glasses. My mother tells me I am handsome but I do not think such thoughts. MR LeatherStud unzips his chest further and inserts one hand to scratch his chest. I look, I can not help myself. His other hand holding the cigar and nursing his drink. Care to help me out a little, he asks? What can I say, my bearded chin is pushing the leather to reveal his tasty nips in no time. No choice there. I put my arms around his chest to stabilize myself and go to town on his nipples. He moans. His eyes and face are purely filled with pleasure and his moans do help. He gets up, puts the stub of his cigar in his mouth, puts down the drink and motions towards the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, he stands behind me and bear hugs me, boy that mirror got an eye full. He turns me around and reveals more of his six-pack, furr and leather wrapped chest. Licking my lips I go down for the count on his hair and his chest, cigar in mouth still. He moans a few times and I am clearly enjoying being able to play with him, even if just for a second. The scent of his manhood and his cigar do put me over the edge. "Easy there" he says in a few minutes as I deep throat his beautiful cock. Care to go see if this is going to go anywhere, I know somewhere more convenient? Yes SIR. MR LEATHERDADDY walks out of the bathroom, he zips up his cat suite, me following in full non-stop lust, Every inch of this man could I like. Out in the dark night air, he leads me to his motorcycle. He finds the helmets and gives me one. Mounting the motorcycle first, the then beccons me to do the same. I reach down to adjust my bag and cock hoping it is not a bother to him. He did handle my crotch area back in the dark bathroom, I wonder how he could have missed my package. Anyway I mount the bike, wrap my leg and arms around this magnificent man and get ready for more. Around the building, down the road and then some we travel. The magic of the motorcycle, the leather, manhood and the possibility of a good night, I am high from excitement. Into a residential neighborhood we go. Finally make the last turn into a opening garage. The bike approaches the door as it fully opens to reveal a dark European sedan. We park. Both helmets come off and are placed on the seat. He turns me around and deeply kisses me tongue going past my tonsils. No fight there. He grabs my hand and leads me into his house. Nice, I see oriental rugs, leather furniture, brass, crystal, antique furniture, a huge lacquered black grand piano and real things. To the den he leads me and beckons me to the leather sofa. OOH keep me from it. He goes to the bar and pours me a scotch into a crystal roc. Grabbing his , he gives me my drink, takes his and sits beside me for a second. Taking a sip, he then stands up and asks to be excused for a second. I am taking all this in. A seemingly nice man, a nice house, good things, I feel safe. Even the periodical on the slate coffee table are nice. Sipping my scotch, I sit there hoping the evening will be a good one. A few minutes later the doors to the hall open and MR LEATHER is standing there with a leather vest, boots, his cap, a lit briar pipe now replaces his cigar and he is wearing a catheter and leg bag just like me. Wouldn't you be a little more comfortable out of some of that, he says? Yes Sir, but do you have any boot jacks? He goes and brings back the boot jacks, a leather satchel full of toys we will use later, his drink and a great big smile. Once out of my clothes, my bag is still in place and my cock is fully erect. Back down on the sofa, he offers me a cigar. Knowing I am not much of a smoker, he prepares, places in my mouth and then lights the stinking thing. Sitting there watching the smoke curl out of my mouth and working on my drink, I feel Sir working with my catheter. With his pipe dangling out of his mouth, his hands free, he works with both collection tubes. They are inserted into each other and he milks the air out of the tubes with a syringe. The golden river flows from both of us. He pushes his urine out of his bladder and I see the urine entering my tube. He is actually pissing into me. Once my bladder is full, it reacts as it only can and pushed back. The urine travels between the two of us in a river of manhood. We sit there watching the urine, working on our scotch and smoking. We explore while sitting next to each other. His tongue being rammed down my throat, my mouth sucking on his balls and so forth. This goes on for quite a while. He sits up and pours each a second drink. Want to make this go a little quicker, he asks? Sure. He fills the syringe with the scotch out of his glass; his eyes twinkle and a deep deep smile holds his briar pipe in place. His educated hands inserts the needle into the piss tube and squeezes the alcohol into our jet stream. His face shows he is very ready for this. I remember taking the cigar out of my mouth and snubbing it out on an ashtray, his grin dominating my sight as the alcohol hits home. We both fall asleep right there on the sofa, arm in arm, both of us with the drunk giggles. When I awake several hours later, he has me strapped to an operating table with holes for my lower end and for my head, chains, tubes, hoses and even electro stuff ready and waiting -- all very clinical. His arms posed to remove my butt plug. With a slight tug the plug is free and he reaches for the enema pump. His leather doctors tunic, rubber gloves, rubber apron, huge erection, leathered up, smoked up and approaches me with the gas mask. I smile as the mask covers my face. Heaven.