Monday, April 22, 2019

Wet, Deep and Sloppy with Rudy


Jersey City, NJ—March, 2019

I met Rudy back in November of 2017 when my brother was so sick—and it was one of the few times I could forget about illness and hospitals and go play.  But playing with Rudy had rules…a boyfriend had decreed that he could play without him, but no oral, no fucking, no rimming.  Nothing but fist.  That meet is chronicled in Rules of Engagement. 

Even with all the limitations, we had hit it off and tried to meet up again over the Christmas of 2017 when I was back in Jersey…and again this last Christmas.  Schedules had not been kind to us either time.  But when I went on a business trip to NYC  last month and stayed in JC, the stars aligned and we had a re-match.  Gone was the boyfriend.  Rudy was now on PrEP.  He wanted my tongue and my raw cock up his ass, before, during and after my fist. 

I got hard reading that on AssPig.  I got harder yet when he told me again in person how much he had wanted me ‘completely’ that previous night and couldn’t have me.  He still looked the same, a trim 160 or so, worked out, with dirty blond hair.  He had set up the sling on one side of his bed and a fuckbench on the other.  I stripped.  I pulled him towards me when I was naked but for boots and jock.  We kissed—hungry to finally revel in each other’s juices…

The kiss is good.  Long and wet and sloppy.  We likely kiss longer than we would normally, simply because now we can.  He hops in the sling.  His killer bubble butted ass is framed by the straps.  I kneel hungrily, never taking my eyes off his pink hole.  I dig in with my tongue.  Rudy babbles a little—but it’s all good.  He loves how I am tongue fucking him—hard and deep like my tongue were a cock.  I keep spitting in his hole.  A little ‘fuck you’ to the former boyfriend.

I stand up and fuck.  Getting my dick in him.  Finally. 

His eyes widen.  “It’s big.  Fuck.”

I slide down all the drool I left in his hole until I bottom out in his muscle ass.  I fuck him slowly and deliberately.  His poppers open.  We both feel we are right where we should be.

I grease up my fist as I fuck.  I use his J-Lube.  Soon my left hand glides into him with ease.  He clamps down on my wrist and holds me there.  Then he relaxes and lets me explore a little more.  I grab the first and smallest of 5 toys I will eventually use on him.  I alternate toy, cock, toy, cock, toy, fist. 

And soon I move up to a bigger one.

A hard fucking…and we take a break.

When we come back we move to the bench.  I revel in seeing that butt from another angle.  And in how it tastes after all that ass work.  Delicious.  I fuck him.  I use toy number 3 on him—a slightly bigger yet realistic cock.

I fist him there, too.  Alternate hands now.  Faster and faster.  We are very close to punch fisting.
The bench is a little low and neither of us want to stop the momentum to adjust it.  We simply move to the bed, with him on all fours.  At this angle—I truly punch fist him.  In.  Out.  Right.  Left. 

Afterwards I rub his puffy hole with my greasy hands.  “You have to sit on my face.”

I lie down on the bed.  He stands astride my chest and slowly brings his ass down to my waiting mouth.  Heaven.  I lick and slurp.  He grinds down on me.  He cuts off my air.  And I don’t care.

*****

More toy play on the bed.  I use two big ones on him. 

“Sit on my arm.”   I lie down.  My right arm is bent and the forearm erect.  Rudy kneels on either side of my arm and settles down on my pointed fingers, that form a fist as I pass his sphincter.  He grinds himself down on it. 

And it happens.  We are somewhere else.  And in slow motion.  We are both so lost in feeling, as cliché as it sounds, time stops.  I don’t know how long it lasts—but it is exquisite—and ends with him collapsing on my chest and into a kiss. 

*****

It’s breeding time.  And we both know it.  We have played for almost two hours.

His hole needs a rest, but not until I coat it in cum.

We go back to the sling.  I slide in and begin an easy stroke.

“You want my cum?”

“You know I do.  Fill me up, daddy.  Rape your boy.”

I increase the speed.

“Tell me again where you want my seed.”

“In my ass, daddy.”

“I can breed you?”

“Fuck—YES!”

I shoot into his stretched out hole.  While I shudder and shake, he drools out a cum load himself.  I mop it up with two fingers, smear it on my cock and pump it into him.

Double loaded.

“Stay there, I need to taste you again…”

I end up getting cum and ass juice all over my beard. 

I take it home with me, smelling him as I walk in the cool, crisp night air.

It is still on my face when I greet my brother.  I open my computer and write Rudy’s glowing certification for AssPig, his juices still making my cock drool.

 (For the record there was one last February meeting just before this one…I attempted to fist a man at the airport the night before I flew to NJ.  It ended in disaster with a clean out that never worked, no matter how many touch ups were tried.)

4 comments:

  1. No better recipe for an awesome sexual session then suddenly having all those restrictions lifted. It may have taken quite a long time but it sure seems to have been worth the wait.

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    1. It was worth the wait. So much so we did it again, in a speed version (as he had work in the morning and I had my flight home) on my last night in New Jersey.

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  2. what's your asspig name? great story.

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    1. Thanks!

      FFelchingpisser. With the double f for the fisting site.

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