As I finished telling Pat my story, Chicago to NYC to Colorado, we pulled up to his house. I hopped out and glimpsed the landscape below, turning around to see my mystery man patiently holding open the door for me, beckoning me inside. "As long as I'm not intruding," I said.
"I'll be the one doing any intruding," Pat said with a smirk. Walking inside he let me know that he would freshen up in the bathroom and motioned to his bedroom. Glass panels separated bedroom and bathroom doorway and he made sure that I saw him take off his shirt, the muscles on his back rippling as he untied his shoes next. "Let's play a game," he commanded. "You go into middle drawer on the left wall and pick out sometime for me to wear and I get something for you to wear."
Eager, and tenting, I agreed. "Deal." I opened the drawer to find an assortment of underwear (jockstraps, thongs, and colorful briefs folded neatly-size medium like me) and some leather accessories: a chest harness, y-harness, cuffs, and a leather collar.
"Ready boy?"
"Ready!" I spun around with only the leather chest harness in hand and saw that he had picked out a metallic silver buttplug with an orange head. We both chuckled at seeing the others choice, obviously we were on the same page.
"Come dress me." As I started to strap on the harness around his shoulders I noticed a faint discoloration of his skin around his bellybutton, the only portion of his abs that were completely covered in fuzz. As I slid down to undo his belt and drop his pant to the floor I was greeted by the most mouthwatering bulge I had ever seen. The veins of his cock were even defined. "Your turn boy."
I excitedly undressed and hopped up on the bed with Pat close behind in just his white briefs and harness now. As he started to eat me out a moan escaped my lips, there was nothing like his touch that I had ever experienced before. Sufficiently wet, the cold metallic plug made contact with my freshly wet hole, gradually being engulfed by my hungry lips. Curiously I rolled over and asked Pat what we should do now. "If your so-called 'boy' is all plugged up, what should we do now?"
With a hearty chuckle, Pat replied. "Let's just snuggle, I'll claim my boy soon enough." And with that he nestled me into he beefy arms and I drifted off to sleep.