The Fishbowl- Part 5/5

I hope this finale makes up for my sick days in more ways than one. This is one of the longest installments I've made here, and I think it's incredibly hot. I can feel myself veering my content in a new direction, and I want to hear your opinions to see what you think. My inbox and comments are open here, and VIPs, let me know in the server chat. Can't wait to get back on schedule and keep writing for all of you studs!

My cock was practically pouring precum onto my sheets once I woke up, and as I cooked breakfast, I had to take breaks because my hard cock kept getting too close to the stove. My body was on fire right now with passion and lust, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Well, I could- I could easily wrap my fingers around my cock and quickly stroke myself to an orgasm, but I wanted to please Sam. I wanted to do this for him, and I hated that I couldn’t shake the idea of his approval turning me on.

So, I waited.

I showered, read the same pages over and over in my book because I couldn’t focus, and then I ate an early lunch because I didn’t know what else to do. Since my phone was on me at all times this morning, I ended up just playing solitaire, sitting on my chair in the corner of my living room.

Sam called around 12:55, and I answered before the second ring.

“You’re following directions this time- good boy.”

He was sitting on his couch again, dressed in a pair of boxers and a loose workout tank that showed off the chest hair on his obliques. The loose, ripped fabric made me want him even more, and my cock wasn’t being stealthy at all as I waited for his command.

“Did you get your package?”

It was still lying on the coffee table where I’d left it yesterday, and as I picked it up again, I saw a dried stain on the side that might have been Derrick’s cum from yesterday. That thought definitely didn’t make me any softer either.

“Go ahead and kneel in front of your coffee table and prop me up on your windowsill.”

Doing as told, I knelt down knowing what was going to come next.

“Now, I want you to put that butt plug inside of you.”

Again, I quickly began to follow orders, squirting lube onto the plug and pressing it against my ass. It was definitely a smaller model, smaller than the average cock, so that could have been worse. He could have put in one of those giant ones I’d seen online that fascinated me- not to try but just to admire the men who did.

I began fucking myself with the butt plug, and I was working myself up before remembering that the window behind me was still wide open. That made me finish the job and tuck the base of the butt plug between my ass cheeks.

“Now, sit down and face the window.”

Glad that I didn’t have carpet, I pressed my lubed ass against the floor, and the butt plug didn’t feel as small now that I was applying pressure down on it. It was just barely pressing against my prostrate as if Sam had somehow measured it before buying.

“I want you to jerk off until you reach the beginnings of an orgasm, and then you need to put your hands on your head.”

There was still a bit of lube on my right hand, but I squeezed another line of the gel onto a finger and began stroking. My cock was still too sensitive from this whole weekend, and I felt an orgasm building after just a minute of light stroking. I teased the head of my cock one final time, and then I flexed my legs to keep from coming as I put my hands on my head.

“Very good boy.” My cock bobbed in front of me like I was trying to show off, and that only reddened my cheeks more. “Now, stand up and repeat.”

My legs felt like jelly as I stood, and I was now in direct sight of the window and the audience across the street. Rich was sitting on his porch with my neighbor from behind me. They must have talked about what they’d seen, and they were now sitting out there with glasses of lemonade. They raised their glasses once they saw me notice them, and I could see them laughing. I could also see my neighbor recording, and he was about to think that I was giving him a show all on my own.

I could also see my phone better, and I saw that Sam had ditched his shirt and was just sitting there with one of his hands inside his boxers. His body was as hot as I had always imagined, and I wanted to see him just as exposed as I was.

Touching myself again, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last a minute this time, and I was right. I made it about thirty seconds, and I’m surprised I could hold out that long with three men intently watching me. At least one recording was being made, and Sam might make it two.

When I put my hands on my head, Rich flexed his arms back at me which sent him into a fit of giggles again.

“Now Ian, I think you need to go ahead and get out that sun tan lotion and massage it over your whole body.”

Why did I need sun tan lotion? It’s not the like UV rays were going to burn me inside. I knew that I couldn’t question him though, so I grabbed the bottle and began rubbing the white liquid across my arms and chest. When I got to my legs, he commanded me to turn around, so my neighbors saw me bend over with my ass pointed straight at them.

“And make sure to get in between your ass cheeks.”

Spreading them wide, I had to hold the butt plug in with one hand to make sure that it didn’t go flying towards the window. Finally, Sam allowed me to be done, and he commanded me to stand up again.

As I looked out the window, I saw another man now on the porch, and I wasn’t sure if Rich had invited him off the sidewalk, or if there were just more quests inside his house that would come trickling out one by one. He was wearing a tiny pair of running shorts though, so I assumed he’d just been running by at the right time.

“Now Ian, why do you think I made you put on sunscreen?”

“To teach me about the perils of skin cancer?”

“While that is an important lesson, I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t burn as you finally earned your orgasm.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that you’re going to put on those sunglasses, grab a seat on your front porch, and you’re going to come onto your lotioned chest.”

“Sam, there’s an audience out there- I can’t do this.”

“There’s an audience in here too, Ian.” I looked down at the phone, and once he saw me make eye contact, he stood up and pulled those boxers to the ground to finally join me in my nudity. He had a thick, girthy cock under a thick bush, and I wanted to stick my nose to the screen and inhale his musk. He knew that I couldn’t resist him, so he threw a Hail Mary straight towards the endzone.

“Let’s do this.”

Grabbing my new shades and my phone, I unlocked my front door and walked over to the bench I had under my window. I was seated directly in front of the three men watching me, and I was surprised that Rich wasn’t leading the group right onto my lawn. He saw me point my phone at them, and then I propped Sam up on one of my planters to see the finale.

“Fucking shoot that load for all of us, Ian.”

Hearing him rasp those words towards me had me practically ready to orgasm then, but I held out and started stroking. My neighbors were catcalling and whistling at me, and I couldn’t do anything but close my eyes and feel my shaft slide back and forth through my grip. I’d made it about thirty seconds when I felt the butt plug start vibrating in my ass.

Forcing my eyes open, I saw Sam laughing on screen as he leaned forward to press buttons on his phone. He’d gotten me a remotely operated butt plug, and my prostrate was being stimulated like it never had before. I made it about five more strokes before I knew that I couldn’t hold out any more. Moaning without abandon, I stood up and shot my load up into the air, burst after burst of my seed spraying down on my chest and the floor below me. One load landed all the way on my lips, and I tasted myself before collapsing down onto the bench.

“You actually fucking completed the Fishbowl! You fucking did it, Ian!”

Sam’s hard cock was in his hand, and he was jerking himself off as he kept making the vibrator pulse faster and faster. My body was in complete ecstasy, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing my phone and leaving my mess behind, I ran inside, dashing upstairs to my bathroom and the only bit of privacy that I had.

I hadn’t hung up though, and Sam called out to me as I pulled the plug out of my ass with an audible noise.

“Ian, if I was able to mail you that package, then I hope you know that I know where you live.”

“I knew the site asked for my address and phone number.”

“Ian, we live less than an hour apart.”

Staring into the phone on my counter, I processed those words.

“We live 38 miles away from each other.”

“Sam, what are you getting at here?”

“If I send you my address, will you drive to me?”

There was a small pause, but I was really just catching my breath. I knew what I wanted to say.

“Send me the address- I’m coming.”

“That’s the second time I’ve heard you say that today.”

Hanging up without giving him the satisfaction of acknowledging his joke, I checked the battery on my phone and headed downstairs to grab my keys. Dashing up the stairs, I grabbed a set of clothes and the still vibrating butt plug and ran back down to my garage. Getting into the car, I threw the clothes into the front seat and backed out into the driveway as Sam’s text came through with an address. He lived just down the highway, and I’d be there in no time.

Pulling out onto the street, I waved at Rich as he blew me a kiss, and I drove past my house with all of the windows still wide open.