Wetter With Every Stroke

Grand Rapids—October, 2018

I live in a rather rural part of Michigan out of necessity for my work.  The hook up apps are not a lot of help for my area.  Some are better than others, of course.  Asspig, the site devoted to fisting, has so few people on it that I rarely turn it on unless I’m visiting a metropolitan area.  But just before the end of October, my email indicated I should sign in.

A hot, worked out 50-something would be spending the night in Grand Rapids in two days.  Did I have any interest?  I explained I wasn’t very close.  But in our email exchanges, we were touching on all sorts of things that made my balls tighten.  I finally agreed to go north.  I wasn’t crazy about his late night check in time, so we agreed that he should sleep and we would meet the next morning.  I even volunteered to take my sling.

I packed it and threw in a couple of toys for variety. I hit the road before the sun came up.  There was little traffic and I arrived at his upscale hotel a little early. 

The man who opens the door looks exactly like his pictures:  shaved head, goatee just beginning to go grey, about 5’ 9” with a body that is trim.  And he’s naked.  A nice sized cock is swaying, stretching out towards me.  He is fresh from the shower and still slightly damp.  We hug.  He goes back into the bathroom for a last check as I set up the sling in the space he has cleared for me.  I get set up and strip down to my jock, putting my boots back on as Kyle re-emerges.

I stand up.  We kiss again.  He is not as damp now, but still wonderfully warm.  The kiss is exploratory---but heats up fast.  My tongue invades his mouth—just as it wants to invade the ass my hands are all over.  Kyle breaks the kiss, by bending to taste my mound of cock.

“H’mmm…” he says, inhaling deeply.  “You wore it.”

It’s the yellow jock that has seen a lot of action since its last rinse.  He mouths it for a moment, than pulls the pouch aside and licks my hardening cock.  He lets it get hard in his mouth.  He doesn’t do too much more—the erect cock makes him go to the edge of the bed and get on all fours.

Perfect.  I can’t wait to taste his ass.  I kneel and lick the entire ass crack from top to bottom.  I hear the poppers open as my tongue drills into his pucker.  He opens easily.  My tongue works his hole, helping it relax.  I can’t wait.  I’m really hard and ready.  I stand up and enter.  Fuck, he’s hot and wet.  I grunt.  Kyle groans.  I sink all the way in.  I barely move.  He squeezes down on my cock. I begin a slow stroke.  He is getting wetter with every stroke.  I accelerate and my hips slam against his firm butt cheeks.

I pull out.  His hole is dripping.  I lean over and lick it up—if I didn’t know better, I’d swear he is loaded.

We fuck some more.

I add the eggheaded dildo easily into his ass.  I scramble up on the bed to feed him my dick.  He seems to love the taste of his juicy hole as much as I do.  He licks more than sucks and it feels great.  I move around back behind his ass.  I pull the toy down slightly, stretching his hole.  I think about adding my cock, but say:  “Let’s get you in the sling.”

Once he’s in and adjusted, I push the toy in his ass down and add my dick alongside it.  Kyle’s eyes go wide and he hits the poppers.  I wait until the bottle is capped to begin to fuck.  The toy is pushing me tightly against his hot flesh.  It feels great:  soft and wet on the top of my dick with the firm plastic below. 

I fuck him this way for quite a long time.

I grease up my left hand as I fuck.  I pull my cock out and work my hand into him.  It goes in fairly easily, snapping tightly around my wrist.  I turn it slowly so I am palm up.  I pull out slightly so I can open my hand.   I come out flat handed.

I fuck.

I grease my right.  It takes a little more work, but not much.  I repeat the turn, the open, the pull out.

I fuck.

I insert the big black butt plug.  His hole stays stretched as I bring my dick up to his mouth.  He cleans me off.

I go back around and show him the speculum.  The plug comes out and the medical tool goes in.  He takes a big hit—and I begin to crank it open.  I stop and play with his prostate.  I keep cranking to the width where I can add my cock with his hole splayed open by the stainless steel wings.

“That is so hot,” he mumbles, after screwing the cap back on the poppers.  “My hole is yours.”

I add a finger alongside of my dick.  The cock comes out and the finger stays—followed by two more.  They stroke and caress his super wet insides.

I crank him closed and begin alternating fists into his ass.  He is more than ready.  We never have an issue getting them in place.  I grease up the three tiered black toy, which is large enough that only select men can take it.  Kyle manages the first two tiers with no problem.  We work on the third.  I rotate it.  I start from the top again.  He takes a hit and …Yes.  He takes it to the hilt.

I leave it in place for a moment, then out it pops and I reward him with a hard fuck.  He groans and coaxes me to give it to him harder.

I kneel and take a sip of water and spit it into his open hole.  He loves this.

“Cool that hole down,” he croons.  He gurgles his pleasure as I lick it out.  I swallow the warmed liquid down.

“There’s an ice in bucket in the bathroom,” he tells me.

Not to appear too eager I stand up and fuck him a little more.  Then I do go find last night’s ice.  I kneel and take a cube and insert it into his puffy hole.  He pants, but seems eager.

One.  Two.  “How does that feel?”

“Cold right as it goes in, then I can’t really feel it.”

Three.  Four.  Five.

“Oh, fuck, that’s cold—but it’s so hot!”

Six.  Seven. Eight.  Nine.  I stand up and stick up dick in him.

“Argh!” I yelp.  The cooled entrance flesh, gives way to his usual hot and wet canal—but then my cock head hits the iceberg in his ass.  I batter it.  I can feel it melting over my dick with each stroke.

Why don’t I do this more often?

I fuck him until I can’t tell if any ice is left.  I pull out, kneel and lick at his ass.

“If you want that, let me sit on your face.”  He’s as eager to feed me as I am to drink.

I help him out of the sling.  I lie on the bed, my head right at the edge.  Kyle can stand on the floor and sit on my face.  He does just what I tell him.

It takes a moment, but I get a cool trickle of water.  Gravity takes over—a gush splashes out of him and into my open mouth.  Water mixed with his crazy amount of ass jizz.  I am rock hard.  He is moaning with every movement of my tongue over his puffy, stretched hole.

He stands.  I swing off the bed and push him chest down on the rumpled covers.  My cock finds his hole.  I breed him with a final grunt of my own.

He crawls off me and into bed. 

I follow. 

Our arms entwine…

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I will also say Kyle gives terrific back rubs.