With his ass full

I went to meet him with the medium plug inserted in my ass. I had chosen the medium one because it was the one that fit me best, I didn't swallow it whole, and it stayed perfectly in place while walking without coming out of my ass. With the small one, I had had a scare a few days ago, it went so far inside that I feared I wouldn't be able to take it out by myself. And the large one was too big to wear on the street, simply.

I walked slowly. With each step, I felt the plastic in my ass and it excited me. But I didn't have an erection. I had cum five times in the last two days and my cock, every time it got hard, let me know with a slight pain that I loved.

I had all the material in my backpack: six dildos of different sizes, some Chinese balls, a vibrator for the cock, three cock rings, some nipple clamps, and the large plug.

When I arrived, he was already there. He was at the bar, at the end. I approached him and greeted him.

"Do you have it?" he asked.

"Of course!" I replied, implying that there was no other option.

"Great. Sit down," he ordered, patting an empty stool next to him.

The bartender approached and asked me if I wanted to have something.

"A beer," I said, and as I sat down, I felt the plug going in well, and then, yes, my cock reacted. It hurt when I squeezed my jeans.

"What do you have?" he asked, seeing the bag.

"Take it," I said, handing it to him.

He glanced at it without taking out any object. He put his hand in and stirred some, feeling them well.

"Good. Although I expected something bigger."

I raised my eyebrows. It was a reflex. The bartender approached with the beer and smiled. Although he didn't understand anything, I had the fantasy that he did.

"I've brought the largest one I have," I said.

"Well, for today it's fine. But next time, you'll need something bigger," he sentenced.

Hearing that phrase caused me an immediate erection. My cock was going to burst inside my jeans, and the plug was embedded in my ass like never before.

"You've gotten hard, huh?" He saw it. "That means you like it."

"Of course, I like it," I said, taking my first sip of beer.

"You're a very slutty one! I like you," he said.

I wanted more. I always wanted more. My goal, to insert a dildo as thick as a truck driver's arm, was still far away, but someday I would achieve it. And just thinking about it made me hard.

That day, my friend inserted all the toys I had, one after another. What I didn't like about him was his impatience. Why can't active guys learn to insert dildos properly? I thought. The only thing they know how to insert well is their cock, all the way in, and only when the ass is already very open. Before that, all they achieve is pain. Of course, pain isn't bad, what's bad is that then my cock goes down. Feeling the pain of a man's cock fucking me is ni...