We made out for a while and then Ken rolled over on his tummy and spread his legs. I knew the signal well. The sight of his tight ass, with its downy covering of dark fur drew my face in like a moth to a flame. I buried my face in those mounds of maleness, chewing his ass and probing with my tongue. I could tell that Ken really wanted this as his ass was relaxed and the sounds emanating from his throat can only be experienced, never described. I reached over and grabbed a condom from his nightstand, lubed him liberally as well as my sheathed cock and then plunged in. I had thought that I would take the penetration slowly, but once my cockhead was pressed against that ass, nature took over. Ken whimpered just a bit as my cock rammed into his prostate. I wrapped my arms underneath him so that my hands were locked over his shoulders and I became a jackhammer. It did not take many strokes to reach that magic point. I started panting into Ken's ear, "Can't hold it. Can't hold it". I had one of those mind blowing orgasms where the whole world vanishes. I blacked out for a few moments and when I came around, I realized that Ken seemed very relaxed. As I withdrew and he turned over, there was a huge wet spot on the sheet. Just as Ken had done to me, I had tripped his trigger with my orgasm.

As we lay there, I asked Ken more about his PA and its associated toys. Ken told me that he had the PA done several years ago. He said that he had always thought that a big cock with a big metal ring through its head was so primal and sexy, almost like a raging bull with a ring in its nose. I asked if it hurt to have it done. He told me no, that the anxiety before the actual piercing was way worse than the needle, but afterwards there was such an adrenalin high that he almost wanted to have it done again. He told me it took a few months to totally heal and that it really heightened and concentrated the sensations at the frenum. I asked where he got the toys that had stolen my attention last evening. He stated that most all PA jewelry was custom, particularly in the case of more exotic accessories such as his flexible PA wand. He asked why, if I had a fantasy about having my cock stuffed, had I never acted on the impulse? I thought a minute and the answer became obvious, "the right guy had never come along to stuff it.... until now".

Ken looked at me questioningly and then wanted to know if I was asking him to deflower this last vestige of virginity in my body. I was scared shitless, but I had to know the sensations especially after last night. I asked Ken what he would be using and he told me that he had expanded his urethra using medical sounds and that he still had those in his bag of tricks, no pun intended. Ken went to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth, a bottle of something and a leather case. He carefully cleaned me and then washed down the outside of my cock (he