When I first saw him, he was naked and squatting. His mouth was open with his hand up to his lips and his fingers in a V. It was to hold the cigar of the man seated next to him. His mouth, the ashtray and his fingers, a convenient holder for the cigar. The ash, if left unattended, would fall in his mouth instead of the floor.
I walked over to him and caught a glimpse of his big blue eyes. He just glanced, a nervous type of glance as if expecting a blow, and then a quick look back at the man seated, in case he might have missed a cue to perform in some way. It told me his interest was on serving the man seated next to him, not me. And, after all, he wasn't my ashtray.
Not bad looking either, quite fair, one of those Normandy type builds, thin and sturdy with a creamy bubble butt and blond hair that went well with the baby blues. I liked that his skin wasn't marred, no tattoos or piercings. No scars from the lash, he looked quite normal if it wasn't for the position he held. He didn't move either. If the man left the cigar in its holder, he didn't flinched, even though he must have felt the heat on occasion. And he didn't flinch when ash was flicked in his mouth. He held his mouth open, very wide and his tongue worked the ash to displace it. He didn't seem to care I was staring at him. I had moved around to get a better view and the party was certainly one for viewing.
For the most part, everyone was casual, jeans, or slacks, a tailored shirt, and even some in leather to one degree or another. A cocktail party, and bring someone if you'd like was the invitation note. Jake always had interesting people at his parties and his parties were always interesting.
A tray went by and I grabbed another martini. The seated man, after a final puff, simply put the butt in the ashtray's mouth and stood, walking over to our host. The ashtray mouthed the butt with his lips to snuff out the cigar and waited.
The man returned shortly afterward and said to his ashtray, "I'm through now."
The ashtray stood and walked toward the bathroom, where I assume he would flush the butt. His cock and balls were quite large; they looked almost artificially large. The pendulous balls could be seen between his legs swinging, and his cock hung down still further, it too swinging. He had a cute butt, small, around and the color of milky alabaster. The cheeks just touched where his rosebud hid. A slight bend and it too would be exposed.
The boy came quickly back and squatted next to the man who was dressed very well. Wearing the latest in Italian suits and he was quite handsome. I'm sure he could afford the ashtray.
"Pardon me," I said, "But I couldn't help notice your ashtray. Does it have a name?"
He looked at me and smiled, and reached out to shake my hand. "Darin, and?"
"Bill. Bill Overkamp," I said noticing the dimple in Darin's chin and his extraordinary good looks. He was slightly taller than I was.
"I'm not sure what his name is. A birthday gift from a friend and frankly, I'm not interested in giving it a particular name," Darin looked down at the ashtray who was still squatted, his balls pooled on the carpet along with the head of his dick. He was looking up at us, well looking at Darin as if waiting for an order at any moment.
"Are they real?"
"What are real?"
I pointed to where the ashtray was squatted.
"Oh. They seem to be, his equipment works-I'm told. I usually have him clothed. I'm more interested in his mouth and ass."
"I saw his mouth work," I said.
"Yes, well, it works very well for a number of things. Jake wanted me to have him naked, and if the host requests him naked, so be it. But really, is it needed? I mean as long as his mouth is available, why have him naked?
It does give the party a certain...look. Doesn't it?" I offered.
Darin smiled, "How's the martini?"
"They're always good here. Have you had one?"
"Earlier, but I'd like another. Would you like to get some fresh air in the courtyard?"
"I would."
"Great. I'll find the tray floating around and meet you there."
Darin left looking for the martini tray being passed around and I went out to the courtyard. It was a full moon and Jake had the yard lit beautifully for the party.
When Darin came out, his ashtray wasn't with him. I supposed he was still back where Darin had left him. We toasted to the night and to the great party going on around us.
We had some small talk and I could see that Darin was interested in me sexually. I think he was at least but then I had doubts because I was a top myself and I think he sensed that.
"Would you like to see what he does?"
"The ashtray?"
"Yes, the ashtray, quite remarkable really. I find him of use when I travel, which I do a great deal of."
"Does he fold up in your suitcase?"
"I suppose he would, I haven't thought of that, but customs, it wouldn't look good to have someone folded up in a suitcase."
I looked at Darin for a moment to see if he was joking but I don't think he was. He snapped his fingers just once and quite soon, the boy was out and squatting next to Darin.
Darin took a drink of his martini and then said, "Suck."
The boy reached up, unzipped his slacks, carefully pulled out Darin's very large cock, and took the entire thing down to the pubes. The cock was thick from what I briefly saw before the boy had it in his throat. And that's where it stayed. All the way in his throat and I could see the boy sucking, his cheeks concaved and surrounded the cock that was obviously getting larger by the second and taking up more room. I could see that after a short time, the cock had grown to the point that it bulged the boy's throat out and he still kept sucking. His lips clamped to the base while he rocked back and forth. His mouth grasped around the bottom, tickled by Darin's pubes, and his lips pulled at Darin's cock, sucking for all it was worth. "It's a real value when I have little time and need to relieve some stress," Darin said.
"I can see that."
It didn't take too long and Darin was in the throws of an orgasm. The cock pumped, I don't how much jizz down the cocksucker's throat, but the throat just kept sucking it down. "Leave it," Darin commanded and the cocksucker stopped, careful to lick the cock clean and placed it back in Darin's pants, zipping him up. He then went into a squat once more.
"Urinal, ass-wipe, blowjobs, spittoon, ashtray, it's all the same for him. His mouth is a functioning unit, so is his ass. Watch this."
Darin looked around the yard and found a silly garden gnome with a pointed hat near a gardenia bush. The gnome was about three feet tall, including the red hat. Darin walked over to the gnome and said, "Fuck yourself," pointing to the gnome.
The fucker immediately went over and impaled himself on the gnome. He kept pushing down until the hat was gone and then the head, fucking up and down, and I think he would have taken the whole thing if Darin didn't tell him to stop and stand. He then had the boy bend over and expose his asshole.
The gnome was as clean as it was before it went in the boy's butt, and the rosebud didn't look any worse for wear. Darin pointed next to him and the fucker went over to Darin and squatted.
"I'll never look at another garden gnome in the same way."
"Well, it demonstrated his talents. When I don't have any use for him, I sometimes have him sit on a stool that has an attached dildo. It keeps his hole ready when I want to fuck it."
Darin sat on a lawn chair and I took the chair next to him. There was a small table between us and Darin pulled out another cigar and lit it. He pointed for the ashtray to squat between us and offered me a cigar.
"Thanks but I'll have a cigarette instead." I pulled out one from a pack in my shirt pocket and lit it with a match.
"Do you mind?" I asked pointing to the gaping mouth with the match in my hand.
"Of course not," Darin said and I flicked the spent match in the ashtray's mouth.
"Lovely evening isn't it," Darin said with a sip of his martini.
"Yes it is. I was glad to be invited, knowing Jakes taste for the unusual." I went to flick some ash in the mouth and noticed that now the ashtray had his other hand up to his mouth to hold my cigarette if needed as well as one for Darin.
Darin took a few puffs on the stogie and let it out in a blue-gray cloud. He stretched out his feet, and I could see why, Darin was a tall and well-built man.
"He doesn't talk much," I said, flicking more ash in the mouth.
"No, I've never asked him too. I don't know if he does. I suppose so but really, what could an ashtray say of any interest?" Darin knocked the ash from his cigar on the side of the mouth that left a hefty amount of ash on its tongue, which immediately began to work the ash down its throat.
We sat there enjoying our smokes and talking, using the ashtray as needed. Finally, unexpectedly, Darin asked if I would like to have sex with him.
"Yes, but I'm not a bottom."
"I could tell, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other now does it," Darin answered.
I dropped my cigarette butt in the mouth and heard it singe on the saliva. Then I ate the olive from the toothpick in my martini and dropped the toothpick in as well.
"I have a plane to catch for London later, we can use one of Jake's spare bedrooms if you like." Darin then dropped the cigar in the mouth and handed the ashtray his empty martini glass. I did the same.
"Meet us in the south-wing when you've finished," Darin said to the ashtray.
The boy ran off to the nearest bathroom to empty himself and dispose of our glasses.
We asked Jake if he would mind and of course he didn't, so the two of us went to the bedroom in the south-wing with fresh martinis. Just as we got there, the ashtray showed up and opened the door for us to enter.
It was a very tasteful bedroom. King size bed with a private bath of course, and a balcony facing the garden. It had fresh flowers in a vase on a table and the room was large enough for the bed to be positioned diagonally in the corner of the room. We sat our glasses down on the round table holding the vase of flowers.
Darin came over and kissed me. He was a strong kisser and I felt his body under the suit, hard muscled and hot. He took my shirt off and tongued my nipples until they stood up.
"Nice and smooth. Your build is perfect," Darin said.
"Thanks to my personal trainer," I answered and began to remove his coat and tie.
When I had his shirt off, I could see Darin had a very masculine chest. Chiseled, with just enough dark hair to make him very desirable and I ran my hands over his chest and washboard stomach.
"Let's get more comfortable. Shall we?" Darin asked.
"Let's," I answered and we picked up our martinis and walked to each side of the bed, putting our glasses on the side tables.
I removed my pants and underwear and so did Darin, and then we laid on top of the bed, getting back to exploring each other. After a while, he stopped and asked if I would like to see the ashtray perform.
"Certainly," I answered.
Pointing to the round table in the middle of the room he said, "Remove the vase, get up on the table, and suck yourself."
The ashtray did just that. The vase went on a side table and he climbed up on the round table bending his body and throwing his legs behind his head. He then wrapped his arms around his legs and pulled his butt cheeks apart. This helped to bring his cock up to his face and he grabbed it with his mouth and began to suck himself. His balls covered his butt-hole, so I asked him to pull them out of the way. He did, taking one hand, he grabbed them beneath the balls and yanked them out of the way and back, now holding on to the sack and his leg.
He took long sucks on his cock, going down as far as he could and back up, slurping the head. He acted as if it was the most natural thing for him to do. His little rosebud winking each time he forced his head down on his own cock as we lay there watching him perform self-fellatio while sipping our martinis.
"Good thing his cock is so large. He'd have a hell of a time if it was short wouldn't he," I said.
"I'd have his balls removed if it wasn't that they make it convenient to hold him place when fucking him. No need for a sling contraption that way, I just grab them, pull them up to angle my cock in his hole, and shove. Good for the biceps too."
"Now I know why they hang so low," I said.
"They were that way when I got him. I haven't done much except feed him, when I remember too and keep him trimmed."
The ashtray was slicking up his pole with spit and it shined in the light of the room I asked him to finger himself as well and he did, using his other hand to fuck himself with.
"What do you feed him?" I asked as if he was a guppy in a fishbowl.
"Oh, I don't, I just tell him to find something to eat and not make a mess. I have no idea what it eats."
We watched him perform while we finished the martinis. Some how he kept his ass well lubed. I imagined it was one of the chores he did when not waiting on Darin. For his fingers and hand went in and out of his ass quite easily.
"What hole would you like to use?" Darin asked.
I studied the ashtray performing for a minute and then answered, "His mouth, I think."
"Excellent, I'll take the other hole," Darin answered.
We got up and positioned ourselves on either side of the ashtray. I grabbed the boy's head and pulled him back to take my cock, which he did right to the root. Darin grabbed the boys nut sack and pulled his ass over to the edge of the table where he shoved his cock in full force, yanking the nuts to hold the ass in place. The ashtray was now stretched out to accommodate us on either end.
"We can switch whenever you want," Darin said as he shoved his cock in and out of the hole.
"I'd like that, and it's a good thing too. His mouth is fucking fantastic. Does it have teeth?" I asked because I couldn't feel anything but throat, tongue, and lips.
"Yes, I've looked once when I dropped a cigar in there. Full set, but they don't seem to get in the way. If they did, I'd have them removed immediately. After all, why would an ashtray need teeth, let alone a suck-hole need them."
"I think that's why assholes didn't come with them. Made for fucking," I said.
"It's the best part of him. If I could only get his butt to suck, it's why I like the blowjobs he performs. Quite good isn't he." Darin said.
"Good? Hell, no wonder you take him along when traveling."
"Exactly," Darin said and then began to grind his cock deep into the hole. He even lifted the ass up a bit by pulling up on the ball sack and then dropped him, to stimulate his cock buried deep in the hole.
The boy's arms were out to the side and he went limp, letting us use him however we wished. I kept my cock, which is a good size dick, deep in his throat, just to see how long he could endure it and the boy never choked, just kept on nursing my cock like it was his mother's tit.
"Let me try that ass before I blow my wad."
"Sure."
Darin pulled out and we switched.
I didn't need to pull up on his balls to align his ass but I did need to keep them out of the way of his hole and they were convenient to grab and yank in power thrusts. Which I could see why Darin used the nut-sack as a rope to slam the boy's ass back and forth on his thick cock.
We switched back and forth for over an hour. I came twice and Darin came once more before we called it a night. The ashtray held up very well throughout and never came although it did drip a lot of pre-cum.
"Does it shoot?" I asked.
"Friends that used him said yes, but I've never cared to have the mess. After all, he's here for my pleasure, not his."
As we put on our clothes, the ashtray was busy cleaning the table with its tongue and replaced the vase, making sure everything was the same before we started. The ashtray's cock was even bigger now, swollen I suppose from pent up cum and his balls hung down even more.
"Put your clothes on and wait at the front door." Darin said to the ashtray.
Before we left the room, Darin and I gave a final tender kiss. I thanked him for the enjoyable evening and we exchanged cards. I hoped that if we did meet again, he would still be smoking.
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