Big rubber ball

Posted on | January 6, 2010 | 9 Comments

What am I talking about ? Well, I’m not talking about a big, red, india-rubber ball, no no! No, what I’m talking about is in an entirely different class: an enormous, inflatable, zip-yourself-inside rubber ball. Yep.

And why am I talking about this? Because Hylas owns one – the perverted rubber fetishist that he is! And it’s been a very long time since he’s played inside it. And his birthday was in the offing (it’s today, in fact!).

And when I asked him what devious, depraved, kinky thing he’d like to do to help celebrate his birthday, guess what the answer was? Getting inside that rubber ball, covered in lube, and being squidged inside the womb-like red interior while I pumped up the outside was pretty high on the list!

So, last night. First he orgasmed me into next week (that’s another post all of it’s own). Then, after I’d showered and recovered somewhat, we got out the ball. And it went a little something like this:

First we had to get supplies. Towels, spread out on the floor of the lounge. The air-pump, retrieved from the laundry cupboard, assembled, and tested. Lube – a big 1.5 litre bottle of ultrasound gel.

And, of course, the ball itself.

This is the ball inflated. Hylas is over 6 ft tall, and he’s tucked up inside it!

Then there was the preparation. First, we unzipped the ball (on the towels), and applied lube liberally on the inside. LOTS of lube. Which was rather fun! Then we zipped the ball up, and rolled and squidged the latex in order to spread the lubricant around. Once done, we opened the zip to check, and there was sticky messy goodness everywhere! Then, we had to clean the lube off the face mask inside the ball – that connects to the breathing tube, and buckles around the back of the head and the neck. And no one wants lube in their eyes or up their nose!

The preparations continued with Hylas himself. He knelt down, naked (except for his neckwire), with his back to me. I took that bottle of lube and applied rather a lot to my hands, then ran it through his hair. Now, he has a lot of hair, so this took a lot of lube! It needed to be totally plastered. He also has a fair amount of body hair from the waist on-down, so all of that was lubricated as well. Messy – but fun!

Then it was time for insertion.  Hylas leaned forward and placed his face in the mask, and I buckled him in. (The need for lube in the hair became apparent at that point, as otherwise it would have tangled in the buckles and caught in latex.) I checked he was breathing comfortably, then assisted him in getting his knees, followed by then the rest of him, inside the ball. Once he was all in, I zipped it up. Result: one latex-enclosed Hylas.

He rolled over onto his side, so he was lying comfortably inside the ball, and when he was done I attached the hose to the air-insertion tube – and then started the pump. Air wooshed in, the latex pumped out, and soon a ball-shape was taking place.  Inside, the red latex was pressing down upon him as the air expanded between the two layers.

Once the ball was firm and round, I turned off the pump and tied a knot in the air tunnel. Again, I checked his breathing was fine (it was), and then I squeezed myself between the ball and the dining chairs (which was a bit of a mission), and lay on the floor next to the breathing tube.

Air tube at the top (tied off so that it doesn’t deflate). Breathing tube at the bottom.

Hylas sounded happy. Very happy. Squelchy and wriggly and aroused and breathing heavily. We talked, sporadically, but mostly he had himself a damned good time, while I lay there enjoying listening to him enjoying himself.

You can see the zip along the back – that was where he got into the ball.

It wasn’t long before he’d wanked himself into a very sticky, sweaty, lube-y orgasm – with attendant moans and groans and orgasmic noises!  He was comfortable in there, so for a while longer I lay next to him, sharing breath, sharing closeness, and loving the whole experience.

Eventually, though – as so often is needed – there was the clean-up. Such clean-up! Towels, followed by a shower, was definitely required.

Still, by the time everything was clean and tidied, it was after midnight – and officially his birthday (and time for dessert). It was off to a fantastic start!

Playing with a big rubber ball – fun. Doing it again? Definitely? With me inside … well, we’ll just have to see.

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