Jackson—June, 2026
The very next day after
my Saturday afternoon at the bookstore (with the medical table) I got a text
from Kane, the hot young man with the furry ass. He wanted to meet at the same place. I couldn’t say no. He got there before me and commandeered one of
the gloryhole booths. I found him. I went to my knees as he arched his back and
ate his hairy hole. I got him good and
wet, stood and pushed in.
We could both tell almost
instantly that he had rushed his cleanout.
I hoped he’d do a rinse in the restroom—but instead he opted to take
off. I stayed and played a little. But the Sunday crowd was small and my heart
wasn’t in it. I went home. Feeling a little blue balled…
Saugatuck—June, 2026
Which was why I was
thrilled to get a text on Monday from Keith.
He had bought a sling. It had
just been delivered and he was itching to get into it. Did I have the afternoon available? I did—and off I went…
Keith has actually bought
three pieces of sex furniture. There is
a sling with a very compact frame that makes it look odd to me. He now has a rimseat that looks a lot like
mine and a ‘sex swing’ that neither of us can figure out how to get into it. A package
deal, I believe.
We strip—and head for the
huge bed where we always start our meets at his house. I lie spreadeagled. Keith crawls between my legs and buries his
handsome face into the pouch of my jock.
His tongue is all over the rough fabric.
He moans and digs under the side of the pouch and frees my cock. He swallows me, slightly tumescent, but I quickly
harden all the way as his skilled mouth goes to work.
Keith can’t stop licking
me. My balls get reverential
treatment. My perineum is treated to the
same exquisite tongue lapping. He keeps
returning to my dripping cock head, swabbing up the precum. I know to lie there and let him get his fill.
His own cock is rock hard
from working me over. It distends the
pouch of his jock. But I don’t reach for
it. I want his ass.
“Keep licking, but turn
for me.”
He knows what I
want. He turns, straddling my chest, his
face above my cock and his ass right where I can lift my head and tongue it. I begin—as he goes back to deep throating my
dick at this new angle. I bury my face
in his ass crack. He is lightly haired
back here. I begin matting it with my tongue.
Soon I am drilling into
his hole. He groans around my cock in
his throat. I spit and poke it inside
his slowly opening hole. But I want
more.
“Sit on my face.”
He moves so his legs are folded
by my ears. He sits gingerly, letting me
get into him. Then he really settles
onto my face. I love a good rimseat—but sometimes
you just want the full weight of the man on your face. Today, at this moment, that is what I
want. Need, actually. I feel like I am incredibly deep inside him. Keith groans loudly. I pull his cheeks even farther apart and
burrow into him.
I need to fuck. I slap his ass with both hands. He goes to all fours, facing the end of the
bed. I slide out from under him, grab
the coconut oil off the bedside table and liberally apply it to my hard, wet
cock. I push into him. Slowly.
He groans. He exhales with each
inch I work into him.
My overgrown bush is
finally rubbing against his ass cheeks.
I hold another moment and begin the first fuck of the day. Slow.
Exploratory. Letting him feel my full
length on every stroke. I speed up. His ass feels great, Wet and clingy. I am soon slamming into him, my panting
matching his.
“Let’s move to your new
sling.”
I pull out. His hole gapes. I bend and soothe it with my tongue. We go out to the living room where the sling
has been set up. We spend some time
getting the sling high enough for how tall I am. Keith gets into it. He tells me he’s comfortable and I begin
eating his hole again. I can’t get
enough of it today. I swear I can taste
myself deep inside him.
I stand up. I fuck.
The sling moves well with me. He
is at the perfect height to give his hole a hard fucking. I grab the side bars and pump into Keith as
hard as I know how. I slow. I pull out and eat his hole once more. It is incredibly juicy now. I lick and swallow—which makes my cock even
harder. I stand up and plow into him
once again.
I suggest we move back to
the bed. I am thinking the rimseat is
handy there—and I don’t care who gets under it first. Before I can say anything, Keith is on all
fours on the bed—right by the edge so I can fuck standing up. Of course I slide into him.
I fuck.
Keith moans.
And everything
changes. My balls need release. Now.
My cock goes into overdrive. I
pummel his ass. Keith is panting. “You’re going to load me, aren’t you….”
I grunt something that
sounds affirmative. I can’t believe I’m
going to shoot so soon—but my balls have had the two previous days of play without
shooting. They want release. Right now.
I try to slow down—but I
can’t.
“FUCK!”
I begin firing into
him. Keith groans and clamps down on me,
milking my cock for every drop. I stand
stock still and let him do it. When he
releases me, I slide out and kneel to lick up the pearl of cum escaping his hole.
Keith rolls over. He begins jerking his dick. I slide a finger into his cummy hole. I find his prostate and begin teasing
it. In no time, he shoots all over his
hairy chest. I swab it up and finger it
into his hole to mix with mine…





