Regular readers will know how much my boy likes having his boy cunt fucked and my enjoyment at finding interesting fruit and vegetables for that purpose.
We had gone to a food fair and there was certainly a good variety of produce there. One particular vegetable caught my eye and I couldn’t resist taking a second look. It was a serpent squash, curvy and long with a bulbous end. Mat saw it too and say me looking. There was an exchange me glances and a long pause.
“You wouldn’t…” he said disbelievingly.
But of course, with a reaction like that, I would.
I took it home. It lurked in the kitchen for a week, an unspoken threat or perhaps a promise. Finally it was time to play.
Mat as always was willing to submit to my demands and with our usual helping of olive oil we attempted to insert it. Its lack of taper made the process challenging and we struggled to get a satisfactory depth. Finally he took hold of it and attempted to insert it himself. This last effort proved too much for the poor squash and the end snapped off. Thankfully not in a position which would have required a trip to casualty!
Never one to want to disappoint, my boy was keen to continue to try, so we reversed the vegetable and tried again. This time, we had success and my boy developed a curling tail over his back, one he wagged with enthusiasm. As always I took a few pictures to record the event so I could share them with you here.
It was Perrin who brought the sweetcorn home. Fresh from the field and with malice aforethought. He knew what I wanted to do with it.
Mat knew too, certainly when I picked it up in the kitchen and started looking it over reflectively. It wasn’t too large, possibly slightly under ripe and still attached to a short length of stalk.
I unwrapped the leaves, removed its hair and admired its natural handle. It might have been made for the purpose. In a departure from our usual lube for these games I used butter on it (what else) smearing it over the length and enjoying the texture under my fingers.
Mat got on all fours on the floor and I started to fuck him with it. He pushed back eagerly, loving the feel of the corn moving inside his ass. The stalk made it easy to hold as I worked it in and out of him to his moans of pleasure.
Once he’d taken it deep I took a moment to take a few photographs enjoying the aesthetics of its colour and shape. Such a pretty toy to use on my boy. Then I fucked his boy cunt some more. Loving the feel of it and knowing he was loving it too. Suddenly sweetcorn may be one of my favourite vegetables.
It wasn’t sold as a bitter melon. It was sold as a ‘karela’ with no hint on the packaging as to what you might use it for. It was fascinatingly knobbly and my curiosity was piqued.
Mat was less curious and more…well, nervous.
“That’s going to hurt” he said.
I grinned. There was only one way to find out.
When we got it home I did a little research. It seemed to be generally advised that you salt it to remove the bitterness and cook it with sugar and spices to make it palatable. That seemed like a lot of hassle. My use for it was a lot simpler.
In the kitchen I got out the olive oil as is usual for these explorations. Mat looked nervous but obediently got into position for me. I started to insert the karela gently into his ass but the sharp end was clearly too painful so I took pity on my boy and trimmed it into a kinder shape. Still despite our best efforts it didn’t want to go in far, and was clearly going to require constant persuasion.
I sat back then, to watch as my boy fucked himself with it and of course took the opportunities to take the odd photograph of the proceedings.
So while I couldn’t fault my boy’s performance in any way; the bitter melon itself was much less satisfactory.
Next time I’ll have to find something better.
After the recent incident of the boy and the banana it was inevitable that other fruits or vegetables would eventually follow…
It started with a trip to a well known supermarket, to stock Mat up with groceries.
Over coffee (it was a very civilised shopping trip) we laughed over the helpful suggestion from one of our dear readers that a zucchini should be next in line for his ass. Luckily being reasonably fluent in American cooking I was able to translate that into (the more recognisable to English readers) courgette. At this point I suggested that our shopping should include a representative of this delicious vegetable, and was met with a beautifully disbelieving look. Continue reading “Five A Day – Back to the Supermarket”
It started with a fantasy. It was Mat’s fantasy, let’s be clear about that. It was he who had spotted the cage nestled in the fruit and veg section of a supermarket, it was he who had speculated about its possible uses. Then of course, naturally enough, he told me about it. More than that, he wrote it out in graphic detail, detailing his pleasure and his shame. What Domme wouldn’t enjoy reading such a story.