“Jerk Off In Me!”

West Michigan—September, 2017

I met them in June at Derrick’s house party.  (That tale is linked here.)  For that write up, I called them simply the Country Boy and his handsome partner.   Now I guess my readers need to know their names.   That would be Jayce and his partner, Mark.  The group where we met was my last gasp of free time before my busy summer—so we knew we wouldn’t have a re-match any time soon.  We talked occasionally over the months. 

At the end of September,Mark wrote that he and Jayce were hosting a fisting friend.  They wondered if I might be available to make it four in their playroom.  I said yes. I’d love that.  As a good guest, I asked what I should bring.  It was decided they didn’t need another bottle of wine, but the rimseat would be ideal.

I found their home easily.  Mark showed me around their new (to them) home as the other guys were still in the shower.   It is situated on the water—so it has great views.  And the view in the downstairs study was great, too.  Chuck, the fisting friend, was tall, big boned, had massive arms and was tatted.  He wore nothing but a white, old school jock.  Mark left us to go shower himself.  We chatted a little.   Chuck’s eyes kept going to my fully packed mound in my 501’s and to my hands—sizing me up quite blatantly.

Jayce bustled in—as boisterous as ever.   He was wearing boots and a leather vest which exposed the fur on his chest.  In moments he had unbuttoned my jeans and was giving me head.  His full beard on my balls was heaven.  He told Chuck to give my dick a try.  As Chuck sucked me, Mark came in to find his leather.  He got dressed—and then he was on his knees, sucking my cock.  Finally I suggested I get changed into my chaps.  I set up the rimseat—where it joined their sling, a wooden fuckbench and a chest full of toys.  We all went into the playroom next door…

I am under the rimseat.  Chuck sits, slowly.  His ass fills the hole in the seat.  I am pushed down into the pillow.  My open mouth is right where it needs to be.  His ass seals my mouth to his hole.  My tongue goes deep into his spread ass.  I work it into him, deeper still.  I hear him groan.  I can’t breathe—and that’s good, at least for a moment.  I like the feeling.  But then I really need to get some oxygen into my lungs.  I can’t.  And I can’t turn my head.  I press myself down into the pillow, hard.  I can just turn my head enough to gasp for air.  

And I go right back to eating out his hole.

Eventually Chuck gets up and Jayce sits down.  I feel my cock being lubed.  It has to be Chuck sitting his spit soaked ass down on my swollen cock.  He rides me in an erratic rhythm as I eat out Jayce’s hairy hole above me.

I think they will either rotate or Mark will take a turn on the seat, but instead we get Chuck into the sling.  Mark fucks him.  A fast and furious opening of his hole.  Jayce works a nipple and I do the other.  Mark and I switch.  My dick enters Chuck for the first time.  I love his wet ass.  I fuck.  I lick it out.  I fuck him again.

Mark fucks him. 

When it’s my turn again, I watch Mark get Jayce up on the fuck bench.  We fuck side by side.  I pause for moment, find my bag and get out the egg-headed dildo with the slender shaft.  I want to fill this man up.  I insert it.  He grunts his appreciation.  His eyes widen as I add my dick.  But he takes it—giving me vocal encouragement.  “Stretch my hole, fucker.” 

It’s the right thing to say.  I fuck him harder yet—loving the ridges on the shaft below me and his hot, wet mancunt above.

We take a break. 

Jayce gets in the sling.  I go first.  Slowly.  Even with Mark having been up him on the fuckbench, he has to work me in inch by inch.  It’s exquisite torture to move so slowly into him.  A hit of poppers—and he takes my last three inches in one stroke.  It’s a hot, vocal fuck.

Mark takes a turn.  I make sure to clean his cock.

We settle down to sticking our hands in Chuck.

Mark opens his hole.  He alternates hands.

I open his hole with my left hand.  It’s a hungry hole.  I do lots of stretching. Then I fuck him.  Then my right slides into place.  Then my dick.  Then an eight finger stretch.  And back to the left.  Right.  Left.  Right.  Cock.

Jayce takes a turn.  His big paw slides home easily.   He grabs some toys from their chest.  HE slides the first one up Chuck.  I get Mark on the fuckbench and take time eating out his hole.

“Fuck me, man.”

I stand up and enter our host.  I fuck him hard enough that the wooden bench moves across the concrete floor. 

I get Mark up—we embrace and, after a moment, Mark goes back into Chuck.  This time he alternates  fist and fuck.  And cum.  He gives up his load deep in Chuck’s guts.  I’m right there to clean him up and felch a little—but mostly I fuck it deeper into Chuck.  I pull out and push it even deeper with my hand. 

Jayce moves in next to me.  He cums on my hand.  I let him shake the last drop onto the back of my hand and I push it into Chuck.

I switch to my left hand.  It slides in even more easily now, with all the new lube.  I add my dick.

“Jerk off in me!”

That’s just what I want to do.  My fingers are curled around my dick.  I move my hand—it slides easily over my rigid cock.  Back and forth.  Building to my own orgasm. 

“Give me all that cum,”  Chuck grunts out.  “Give me another load.”

My hand squeezes my dick tighter.  Stroke after stroke.  Until I finally shoot.  Rope after rope of hot jizz coat my fingers.  I wipe them deep in the guts of the happy pig in the sling.