The Most Common Denominator Chapter 7
Lyle moved along down the hallway and came to a large, softly lit room where there were about a dozen slings hanging from the ceiling. Most were the conventional type, while others had solid hanging "platforms. Many of the slings were occupied and the men in them were in various phases of getting fisted. Lyle knew he had found a great place to play.
He found and unoccupied platform sling and setttled himself onto it. He slipped his feet into the padded stirrups and lay back, waiting for an interested top to come along. He didn't have long to wait.
As he closed his eyes and listened to the throbbing erotic music, he was slightly startled by a soft, masculine tenor voice. "May I play with you?" It asked.
Lyle's eyes flew open and his body jerked involuntarily. He looked down between his legs and saw a very handsome young man with big brown doe eyes and a wide smile showing even white teeth.
The face turned to one of concern, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. My name is Chuck." He said , in slightly accented English. Chuck extended his hand and Lyle took it, shook it for a moment, then (as fisters commonly do) examined it carefully.
It was beautiful; small-to-medium in size, smooth, strong and perfectly manicured with short-clipped and smoothly filed nails. Lyle slightly squeezed it, pressing the the highest thumb knuckle toward the "pinkie" side of the hand. This he did to determine how well the hand "collapsed" and was very glad to find was very pliant.
Lyle looked up into the large, dark eyes and smiled. "Lyle. Pleased to meet you. Nice hands. You just startled me a bit, and, to answer my question, yes, you most definitely may play with me."
"Bon! I would like that very much!" Chuck began rubbing his warm hands over Lyle's legs, lower body, genitals and ass. "Do you prefer a lot of movement, depth or what?"
"I kind of like to mix it up. I sense that you have a lot of experience and I already like your touch."
"Merci. And do you prefer J-Lube, Crisco, gloves or no gloves?"
"Let's start with Crisco. As a top I prefer not to wear gloves because it lets me feel everything a little better. As a bottom, it doesn't make as much difference, so I will leave it up to you. Suprise me!"
Chuck sat on the stool provided and began lubricating his hands with a small amount of Crisco. He then began slowly and soothingly to apply some of it to Lyle's exposed ass.
To be continued...
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