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Special Delivery Latex

by Hibooted


It was one of those boring days, I was off work during lousy weather and my lover was out of town on business. Nothing much else to do but to sit and listen to the rain, do a little net cruising or put on a video and jack off. I opted to do a little one handed mousing and settled down in front of the computer to check out the fetish section of “Men On The Net”. After a while I was getting pretty turned on and began to masturbate. I had stripped myself to nothing but my high, tight, black PVC stretch boots and pulled on my favorite pair of tight, black, latex gloves. I was moving and clicking the mouse with my right hand and stroking my rigid cock with the left as I viewed scan after scan of hot leather men or rubber clad Adonis’ jacking off or having some kind of kinky gay sex. Soon, I was writhing and moaning – approaching climax in front of the big screen monitor.

Then the doorbell rang. “Shit” I panted, “go away!” The bell rang again “Damn” I cursed as I got up to see who was there. Clad only in my boots and gloves and with my hard, drooling cock protruding from between my legs I walked to the door and looked through the viewer. The tight, brown kaki covered butt of a UPS driver was disappearing down the stairs and there was a package on the porch. I waited until I heard the truck start up, then opened the door and retrieved the package.

The label on the box read “Fantasy Latex” – it was the latex body sheath I had ordered several weeks before. I carried the box back to the “game” room and proceeded to open it – my erection growing even more rigid as I anticipated the stretchy rubber garment within. Once opened the box revealed what looked like a pile of glossy black rubber with some zippers and lumps. I grasped the rubbery garment and pulled it from the box, holding it up for a better view. My first thought was that they must have sent the wrong size, and then I tugged on the latex and realized how much it stretched. By now my breathing was becoming rapid! I was really getting turned on! Sitting on the sofa I tugged off my boots and gloves then held the glossy black garment out at arms length to admire it and decide how to put it on.

The feet were the only part of the sheath that had any structure – there were five inch spiked patent leather covered heels attached to thin leather soles at the bottom of the legs, above the feet there were long zippers that allowed the feet and lower legs to be easily put on. From there it looked like it was all powder and lubrication and stretch and tug. In the box beneath the garment were a dildo and a tube of lubricant; I realized that the lubricant was to help the crotch sheath on to my erect cock and to make my ass slick so that I could push the anal sheath into myself with the dildo. I sat back and slipped my feet into the boot portion of the costume and tugged up the zippers – the latex formed to my legs from my ankles to my knees without a wrinkle. “Yes!” I gasped. Then, I began to stretch and pull the rest of the costume onto my legs. Air being pushed from the tight latex made a farting sound as I pulled it upwards toward my crotch. By the time the rubber was cupping my nuts I was panting with both excitement and exertion.

The sheath was just below my erection and I couldn’t believe that I could fit my swollen cock into such a small housing. Well, they had to provide the lubricant for a reason! I opened the tube and smeared my throbbing member with the slick gel then began to work it into the sheath. The thin black latex stretched an amazing amount and soon my cock was fully sheathed. “Fuck!” I moaned, the pressure of the latex on my cock felt incredible. I reached down and stroked myself and watched the latex stretch and work on my slickly lubricated erection and accentuate my swollen cockhead and veins. Squirming I pulled the latex upward, it was making snapping and creaking sounds as I worked it onto my hips. I felt the anal sheath slide against my ass crack and reached back with the tube of lubricant to prepare my ass to receive the thin latex tube. Fingering lubricant into my ass hole I made myself slick as deep as possible then I smeared some lube onto the dildo and slipped it into the sheath from the outside. The slick latex covered probe pushed against my hole, I tried to relax so that it’s entry would be easy. The shape of the dildo was perfect and it pushed the latex into me before it until its full length was into my now quivering ass hole. Clamping on to the dildo with my sphincter I held it in place as I stretched the rest of the latex costume over my smooth hairless body to my shoulders and pushed my hands into the tight sleeves. The air escaping from the sleeves as I pushed my hands down into them, again, made a strange farting sound. I chuckled thinking how the sheath in my ass could turn into a balloon if I actually farted. Finally, with my hands worked into the gloves and all of the excess air burped out of the costume, I pulled the hood over my head and face and tugged up the front zipper.

The effect of the glossy latex was amazing! Admiring the costume in the mirror I could see how huge my cock had grown, the rest of me looked like I had been cast from black glass. I turned and could see the latex formed to my ass cheeks and crawling into my crack – held tightly in place by the dildo, which now protruded slightly from between my anal mounds. The control on the dildo was exposed and I rotated it starting the plastic penis vibrating faster and faster as I turned the knob. The vibrations coupled from my ass to my cock and soon I was drooling precum in outrageous amounts into the latex sheath. The slickness of the lubricant and my precum caused the sheath to work back and forth as I humped against the dildo. It was like slick invisible hands were stroking me! I was now gasping and panting and my cock was twitching slightly each time I writhed. Moaning, I moved my latex gloved hands over my writhing, rubber sheathed body feeling my smooth muscular belly, cupping my hard tits and rolling my latex encased nipples in my thinly latex gloved hands. “Mother Fucker!!!” I cried out “I’m going to fucking cum!” as if there were someone there to hear me.

Clutching my nuts with my latex encased hands and kneading them I dropped to my knees in front of the mirror watching myself squirm in approaching orgasm. The hood had only two eyeholes and two small nose holes making it difficult for me to breathe but, still, I gasped and panted with my mouth wide open smearing saliva over the inside of the latex hood with my tongue and making bubbling sounds as my breath made the breathing holes vibrate. My entire body was now twitching in orgasmic spasms and my rigid cock was dancing and jerking wildly as my semen began to spew into the tight latex sheath. I grasped the sheath and worked it over the slickness of the jism I was releasing, feeling as if I could burst the tough stretchy latex encasement with the pressure of my climax. Falling onto my back I lay writhing and watching as the spasms shaking my penis pumped the sheath full then subsided. My hot jiz had inflated the sheath enough to stretch it and allow me to squeeze its contents back until my juices wet my balls and smeared over my quivering ass. It was over, I just lay there panting and moving my tightly latex clad hands over my body, feeling the rubbery costume slide over my smooth skin and the dildo still vibrating in my ass, thinking that the day didn’t turn out so badly after all.

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18 Gay Erotic Stories from Hibooted

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