The Man who liked to get fisted showed up at one of the very first sex parties my partner “Van” and I held.
He was a snack food marketing professional from Chicago who was in Washington, D.C. on business. The Man had a hectic week and wanted to blow off steam by romping around my house naked with 40-odd other men.
He knocked on the door and I answered. Ummm. Handsome. And well muscled because he worked out almost every day.
And a freak.
He soon hooked up with “Rodney,” a 29-year-old , tall chocolate brother with a beautiful gap-toothed smile. Van and I call “Rodney” our gay nephew because he likes to come over and just hang out with us and talk about life.
The Man bent over and asked Rodney to lube up his big right hand and push it up his ass. Rodney just grinned and did what he was asked. And The Man was soon jacking off and cumming with Rodney’s hand far up his lower intestines.
The experience was so good that The Man got Rodney’s number and they communicated regularly.
“You should come out to Chicago, Rodney,” he said. “Sometimes I get six or seven guys to run a train on me and fuck this muscled ass all night.”
“I can buy your airfare and put you up in a hotel and come over and you can fuck me all weekend.”
Well one day Rodney texted The Man an innocent “Good Morning” and got a surprise when The Man’s wife texted him back. He didn’t even know The Man was married.
“Who are you?” she asked.
Before he knew it she had called him and they were deep in conversation. She just rambled on and on like she had to get shit off her chest.
“My husband is getting all these calls and texts from men. What the hell is going on? They keep texting him, ‘Do you want to get up?'”
“What does that mean? Does it mean they want to hang out or is my husband gay?”
“And one time he was taking a shower and bent over to dry his feet and I noticed his asshole was all puckered out and swollen — it was disgusting. I asked him what had happened but he said he got a hernia from weightlifting at the gym.”
Rodney has a baby face and although he is pushing 30 still looks like a teenager. But he can lie like an old pro.
“Oh, I don’t know anything about your husband being gay. I just graduated from Morgan State with a degree in marketing and he was my mentor. I call him from time to time to get career advice.”
She seemed to be satisfied with that answer and after awhile said goodbye.
But the next day The Man called Rodney mad as a hornet.
“How the fuck dare you out me to my wife? You faggots can’t keep your mouths shut.”
He went on and on, not letting Rodney get in a word. But finally Rodney managed to do so.
“Look man, you can just shut the fuck up with that bullshit. I didn’t tell your wife shit. I think she figured it out. She said she noticed all these calls and texts coming in.”
And Rodney quickly off the phone. But a few weeks later he remembered how good that muscle ass was and texted The Man back.
The cellphone number was disconnected.