Happy Birthday Asuma

Yesterday (october 18) was Asuma's birthday, so i sent him a gift.
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The key turned in the lock and the small metal door bearing the name ‘Asuma Sarutobi’ opened. The hand of the owner of the box reached in to retrieve his mail There were a few letters, some bills, a check and a package wrapped in brown paper.

Asuma looked at the package. There was no return address, just his own. Shrugging it off until later, he stuffed his mail into his paper grocery bag and headed up the stairs to his apartment. He got in, laid the bag on the kitchen counter and after putting the mail to one side he stored his purchases in the fridge. That damn light still needs to be replaced, he reminded himself.

He walked into his bedroom and began to strip out of his clothes, leaving a trail as he made his way to the shower. He flinched slightly as the cold water hit his naked muscular body, but then relaxed as the water turned warm, then hot. He was soon enveloped in a curtain of steam. He let out a long relaxed sigh.

He grabbed the bar of soap and began rubbing it on his strong muscular arms, working up a nice thick lather and spreading it over each arm in turn. He moved to his sweaty armpits, then across to his large pectorals and down to his washboard abs, making sure to clean every crease and crevasse along the way.

He build up some more lather and worked it into his bush and over his impressive package. From his low hanging cock which was an impressive ten inches when hard to his even lower hanging balls that were always filled to the brim with cum. He always gave his manhood extra attention when he showered so that when he was finished with it it was usually hard as a rock.

With more lather he reached between his legs and cleaned his tight asshole, circling it with his thick finger and pressing into the tight orifice an inch or so. He rinsed his hand and worked up some more lather which he spread over his tight muscular ass and then down his legs and his feet. He picked up a shower brush and used it to scrub his broad muscular back.

With the rest of his body covered with suds he wet his hair and beard and began scrubbing shampoo through it. When he was satisfied with his hygiene, he stepped into the hot stream of water and let gravity do its job in soaking him down and letting the silky suds run down his beefy, hairy body.

After making sure all the soap was washed away, Asuma turned off the water and stepped out into the much cooler air of the bathroom. If his body hair had been dry his hair would be standing on end, but a wave of goose bumps temporarily covered his body.

Asuma dried himself off, wrapped the towel around his hips and went to the kitchen to grab his mail and then he went to the couch where he sat down, turned on the television, lit a cigarette and began leafing through the envelopes.

“Bill, bill, junk, junk, junk, bill, letter...” He muttered aloud as he began sorting the envelopes into piles. “...junk aaaand junk.” All that was left was the brown-paper wrapped package. “Now what is this thing?” he wondered aloud.

He tore off the brown paper to reveal a plain brown box with a letter attached to it. He tore the envelope and read it.

Happy Birthday Asuma... Asuma paused in reading, and looked up at the calender. “Oh yea, its my birthday.” He realized, seeing it was indeed October the Eighteenth.

Happy Birthday Asuma. Here is a gift I’m sure you will enjoy. Your fan: Adrinix.

“I have fans?” He wondered aloud. “Adrinix? Never heard of him...oh well, lets see what this gift is.”

He popped open the top of the box and tipped its content into his hand. It was a long silver pipe thing with some pink on the end. The pink stuff was soft and felt kind of like skin. Looking directly at it, he noticed there was a hole in the skin-like material. It looked almost like an anus.

It took a moment for Asuma to realize what exactly this was. It was a sex toy. His face flushed red with embarrassment as the fact dawned on him. This Adrinix person sent him a sex toy of an anus to him for his birthday. He didn’t know what to think about it.

Rolling the flesh-toy in his hands for a few minuets, pondering it, he decided to try sticking his finger in it. It was quite tight, like his own tight bung. He had never fucked someone in the ass before, being straight, but now this toy had him curious.

He removed his towel and began playing with his uncut dick, he stroked his soft shaft and tugged at his heavy balls and slowly brought his cock to its full throbbing ten inches. He reached into the cushion for the bottle of lube he kept stashed there for jacking off and rubbed some on his cock and some on the fake asshole.

Lining up one with the other, he slowly pressed the fake ass down on his throbbing cock. Asuma gave a short gasp of pleasure at the tightness of the fake ass. He pushed further into it and groaned softly. It felt amazing, and so damn tight, he felt like he might blow his load right there, but he calmed himself and the feeling passed. He slowly slid the toy up and down his thick shaft, feeling pleasure go through his loins with every stroke.

He leaned back on the couch and savored the feeling of the toy. His free hand caressed his own body, he teased his perked nipples and grabbed at his own meaty pecs.

He slowly brought up the pace of his strokes.

His free hand traveled downward where he fondled and tugged at his heavy balls.

He stroked the toy faster.

Lost in the ecstacy of the new form of pleasure, his fingers made their way into his crack, where they began probing at his own tight asshole. He wondered vaguely that if fucking an ass felt good, if getting fucked would feel good too. He remembered how he enjoyed fingering his hole a bit when he cleaned himself in the shower.

He grunted and groaned as he stroked the toy over his cock even faster. He could feel his orgasm welling up from deep in his balls; it wouldn’t be long now.

His breathing turned to panting, sweat began forming on his brow and in his pits. He could feel his balls twitching, eager to spew their load. There it was, it was coming. The pressure was building, he couldn’t stop it now. He let out a single loud long groan as his body shook and his load erupted into the toy.

Every shot of cum made his body shake and spasm in mind-numbing pleasure. He had to have shot nine or ten times before his body relaxed and he lay, spent on the couch, too tired and too overwhelmed by his orgasm to move much.

His cock had gone soft by the time he had the energy to pull himself out of the toy. A few dribbles of cum leaked out of the hole and onto his leg. He set the toy aside and stretched. Whoever this Adrinix person was he sure know how to pick out a gift. He wondered vaguely, as sleep began to take him, of he would be getting another gift from him next year.