But for some
reason—maybe I just needed to be fresh meat somewhere—I joined in early December. When I came home from Chicago, the boys I’d
played with there, found me on the site the next day and befriended me. I have now spoken to many potential men who
want more than just my hand.
And I had one of them coming
to the playroom by the day after Christmas.
I look at him kneeling before me. Gordon is a little older than I and more than
a little shorter. His head is shiny from
a fresh shave. He’s compact and
wiry. There is hair on his chest that I
long to mat with piss. Right now though,
I just stick my dick in his mouth. He
takes me to the root easily, his teeth carefully covered. The look of need on his face makes the hot,
wet sensations even better. He suckles
me until I’m red and raging.
“Lick my balls,” I tell him.
“So many guys forget about them when they start on this big dick.”
“Mmm.” He nuzzles
into them. “They’re big, too.”
“And full of cum. I
haven’t gotten off in a long time.”
He makes a sound of lust in the back of his throat. Deep and needful. “Either hole, Sir. Wherever you want it.”
“Not yet,” I tell him.
“Get up on the bench.”
His knees sink into the padded sides of the fuck bench, his
chest rests on the top of the A frame. I
move behind his spread legs. I smack his
exposed hole with my engorged dick. The
thwack of flesh on flesh sounds very loud in the quiet room where the only
noise is coming from Dawson as he gets fucked in Meat Rack. My dripping cock
head rests on Gordon’s hole.
“Stick it in me, Sir.”
I grunt agreement, but I don’t do it. Instead a spurt of hot piss shoots out of my
hard cock. It coats his ass and runs
down his crack. I kneel behind him,
licking and swallowing most of it, but pushing some into his hole. He groans again. I stand back up and piss some more. This time a small puddle collects in the
small of his back. I coat my fingers
with it and reach around him, sticking them in his mouth. Gordon cleans them hungrily. I pull them out
of his mouth and kneel again to lap up the rest that is clinging to his hairy
ass.
My cock wants his hole.
Now. I spit directly on his
puckered opening. My piss and my pre-cum
are all the lube we use. Gordon grunts
as the wide helmet head pushes into him.
He has one of those asses that just envelop your dick. I don’t feel like I’m pushing it in, but more
like he is pulling it into his body. I pause
for a moment, letting him feel how full he is now. His breath is ragged. He turns his head and lifts it up, catching
himself in the mirror. He can see me
standing behind him, my cock imbedded to the hilt in his ass.
He moans.
I take it as my cue to begin a slow withdrawal.
“Fuck me hard. Make
it hurt.”
I slam back into him.
If that’s what he wants, I can do that.
I pull all the way out and roughly re-enter him.
“Yes. Just like that!” he pants.
My hand strikes his right haunch, leaving it red. On the next stroke, I smack the left. I fuck until I need to stop to keep from
spewing my load—it’s been forever since I got off. I bring my cock around to his mouth. He pauses for a fraction of a second, then he
devours it hungrily. When I am dripping
with his spit, I move around and plunge it back into his hole.
We repeat the whole process.
And then a third time. His hole
is getting wetter and wetter.
“I want you on the rimseat.”
I get under it and lower the seat. I watch him stand astride it and slowly lower
his ass to my face. He tastes totally different
now, with the piss, my precum and his own natural lube. It’s my turn to be hungry. My tongue keeps going deeper and deeper. Gordon tells me how good it feels, that
invading tongue.
“Eat me out. Please.”
I am jerking as I tongue fuck him. Once again I feel like I might shoot. I tap the bottom on his thighs. He knows to stand up. “Get on the bed. All fours.
Right there,” I bark out, pointing to the foot of the bed right in front
of us. He scrambles into place. I stand and enter him roughly once more. His ass convulses around my cock.
“Argh,” he moans.
From the sounds, I’m pretty sure I’m giving him an anal orgasm. His hole is clenching involuntarily around my
cock. I push deeper and explode into
him. I grasp his hips and grind it
deeper and deeper into his guts. “Yes, Sir.
Yes, Sir…” he moans. I just hold on. I am still bucking with the strength of my
shooting.
Finally we are both still.
I pull out, ever so slowly. I
kneel and lick up the cum I’ve pulled out of his hole. Slightly shaky, I stand up and let him clean
the cum off my cock. I think he thinks I’m
done.
“Sling time,” I tell him.
“Let’s open up that hole.”
He clambers into the sling himself—an old hand at them it
seems. He even getting his ankles into
the stirrups without any help.
I lightly grease the speculum. It slides through all the cum I’ve left in
his ass in one smooth insertion. I start
the crank to open it wide for maximum stretch. It’s already wide enough to let me stick my
slowly deflating cock into him. I love
the feel of the cool metal on either side—and his hot flesh, dripping with my
cum, above and below. It makes me hard
again--a rarity so soon after I shoot. I fuck for a bit. I let him taste more of my cum covering my
cock when I pull out. I push back in. The cool metal end is pressed into my
pubes. I grind against him. I will myself to cum—but it’s too fast. I pull out, crank the speculum shut and then
clean up the pearls of cum around his puffy hole with my tongue.
Gordon is panting. I
spit some of the cum into his mouth.
“Now” I say, sliding on the black latex glove, “let me fist the
last of my cum deep into your gut.”
Gordon can’t find the words to reply. He just nods.
But his eyes tell me that’s exactly what he wants.
And it’s exactly what I do…
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