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“I’ve always wanted to try it. Just this once, okay?”
As Michael Kaiser twirled a stainless steel rod between his fingers, he looked up at Lorenzo from his place where he sat cross-legged on the floor. Lorenzo was naked, spread out across his mattress, his cock standing at attention, the foreskin pulled back. It was a deep mauve colored and twitched ever so slightly. He was also long and narrow, like his torso, and Kaiser couldn't help but admire the view.
“Can I watch?” Kaiser asked him.
“I asked you here for a fuck, not to watch me.” Lorenzo sighed, holding his hand out.
Kaiser passed the rod into his palm. “Indulge me.”
“Okay. We can do things your way. As long as we get to do things my way, too.”
Sitting up on the bed, Lorenzo swung his gangly legs over the edge and spread them wide enough to get comfortable. With long fingers he lubricated the rod, then maneuvered it so that it hovered over the head of his cock.
Kaiser’s electric blue gaze never wavered. Not even when Lorenzo lowered the rod to his slit and pressed the widened steel tip into it did he blink. Lorenzo made a thoughtful noise, as if debating with himself if he wanted to go any further. His fingers nudged downward, a slight movement, and his slit parted further around the rod's tip, if only a scant inch.
“You're going so slow,” Kaiser said, resting an elbow on his knee so he could prop his head up with his fist.
“There is some discomfort,” Lorenzo said, adjusting himself by squirming. “It will take some getting used to, okay?”
A noncommittal noise escaped Kaiser. Words looked like they wanted to form on his lips. He didn't say anything, though, his focus on where fluid had started to leak from Lorenzo’s cock head. It dribbled past the rod, streaking down his shaft, leaving an iridescent trail. More of it started to flow, giving ample lubrication for the rod’s passage. Lorenzo pushed it in further, his golden teeth snapping audibly. Kaiser didn't know if that was from pleasure or pain. From the way Lorenzo’s balls seemed to tighten close to his body, Kaiser was going to bet on the former.
The rod had a bumpy texture set in intervals along its length. Through the thin skin of Lorenzo’s cock, Kaiser could see the outline of it, the flesh stretched taut over the curvature. The rod went deeper, the outline shifting. Lorenzo panted like an overworked dog, his lips shiny with saliva. He worked the rod in until most of it had disappeared inside him. The tip of his cock flickered and danced on its own. Every breath Lorenzo took seemed to ooze more pre-cum out of him, as if he were a hose that had sprung a leak. He was wet from head to balls.
The sight of Lorenzo like that twisted Kaiser’s features into something predatory. With narrowed eyes, he watched intently, lips slightly parted. The front of his shorts were tented upright, the fabric taut over his erection. He longed to touch himself, to reach, and stroke, and grab his pulsing cock. But he was utterly transfixed, under the spell of Lorenzo and his steel rod, which kept him rooted stiff.
Lorenzo began to slip the rod out, going slow as he gave a guttural moan. That sound made Kaiser's hair stand up at the back of his neck. The rod was almost pulled out of Lorenzo entirely, gleaming as its slick surface caught the light. Then Lorenzo was pushing it back in, equally slowly, each bump on the shaft passing through his slit and gaping it wide for a moment.
“I do not think,” Lorenzo rasped, “that I can last much longer like this.”
Kaiser leaned forward, wanting an ever closer view. Lorenzo worked his slit with the rod, up and down, going slightly faster each time, but never rough. Never as rough as Kaiser wanted to see. That was too bad, but he could live with it. The show before him was good enough already. Lorenzo was making all sorts of noises now, low groans and sharp intakes of breath. His abs flexed with his breathing, the muscles there quivering with tension. The entirety of his squirming body pulled like a string being wound too tight.
Then Lorenzo suddenly threw back his head, his hair flying everywhere, and howled. The steel rod was pulled out of his cock just as a geyser of jism spilled forth from the head. It went everywhere, shooting up impossibly high and hitting Lorenzo in the face. Even Kaiser, sitting where he was on the floor, got splattered. His eyes were widened by the spectacle, unable to be unglued from Lorenzo, who moved like a snake, all serpentine as he rode the last dregs of his orgasm.
When Lorenzo was spent, and collapsed on the bed in a melted pile, Kaiser raised a cum-stained finger to his lips. He sucked the fluid off, making sure to get every last drop. There was the lewd sound of slurping as he did.
“Not bad,” he said, not caring if Lorenzo was listening or not. “I might just have to try that out for myself sometime.”
From the bed, there was only the sound of a wistful, fleeting groan.