Marshall, MI October, 2011
It only took a little over a year--and a couple more clandestine meetings with Dan--for him to invite me up to meet the Boy Friend. “Come fuck me tonight," said Dan when he called. “Kerry really wants to meet you. I want you two to DP me. He told me he’ll felch your load.” I smiled to my empty living room. “I‘ll pack the sling,” I volunteered. “Naw, I have one now. But bring your rim seat. I think you two will really like each other.” How could I say no? I hung up and got in the car…
We’re in the basement. It’s a new house to me--Dan has obviously moved into Kerry’s home. On one wall is a huge screen television--the projector is across the room behind the couch playing fairly new Treasure Island porn. Right at the base of the stairs is the new Fort Troff canvas sling package with a concave mirror attached to the top frame. I set up the rim seat right next to it. I throw down a tarp, a big towel over that and put the legs in the seat and add the pillow. After all, we want a comfortable butt munch. There is also a large square ottoman in the middle of the room, covered with several towels. I strip. The boys are in nothing but high end underwear. Dan slips out of his, sits on the couch and absently starts kneading Kerry’s bulge through the fabric. Kerry is late 30’s, so 8 to 10 years younger than Dan. He is well built, about the same height and the bulge in his underwear is growing nicely. Soon Dan peels them off for him, as I ditch my clothes in a corner and sit on the other side of Dan. His back is to me for he’s now fellating a nice sized cock. Dan kneels on the couch-- making sure his ass is in the air towards me. I lean over and stick my tongue up his tight-for-the-moment hole. I turn to really get my tongue deep. The pressure of my face pushes him deep on Kerry’s cock. I stand up and beat my cock against Dan’s hole. Kerry leans forward, grunts appreciatively and licks the head. He looks up at me. “I keep hearing about you. Show me what you can do to his ass.”
Dan murmurs approval and I quickly kneel again to lick the hole just a little more. After all, we’re barely using lube. Dan is now stroking Kerry’s cock. He looks over his shoulder.
“Fuck me, stud.” I stand. My large cockhead is right in line with his pucker. I press forward. Dan’s hole opens and I slide in--all but effortlessly. His ass clings to my cock. I stay in place for just a bit. Then slowly retreat. When just my head is left in his channel, Kerry leans forward again and licks the length of my cock. A man after my own heart…
I set a steady pace. For a time Kerry and I match rhythms--driving our cocks into him at the same time, one fore and one aft. Soon Kerry rises and comes around behind me. He presses his wet cock against my ass as his arms go around me and starts twisting my nipples. I tense. A cock near my ass always makes me clutch, but it’s soon evident that it’s resting there vertically not trying for entry. Soon I suggest he take a turn. I pull out. Kerry steps to the side and engulfs my cock, making appreciative noises. He soon rises and his seven or so inches disappears up Dan’s butt. I start to take my cock around to Dan’s mouth, but he’s head down on the couch, lost in sensation. I just watch and stroke. Soon I sit on the ottoman. If I move just right in the TV beam, Ian Jay is projected on my body. Oh, I wish…
Dan gets up, kisses Kerry and sits on my cock. He rides it. Soon he bends towards me, sprawled on the ottoman. Kerry pushes my legs together and straddles them. His cock is about to enter Dan along with mine. He’s lubed it. It takes a moment, but he’s in with me--sharing the chute. Dan has stopped bouncing, letting Kerry do all the movement. Dan groans. It feels good to me too, for a few moments--the sudden tightness of hole, another hard cock stroking the underside of my shaft, the mixing of precum as Kerry copiously leaks onto my cock. Then all to soon, Kerry fucks too actively and I’m pulled out of the hole. I just hold Dan as Kerry pounds. For a moment I think Kerry’s going to cum--but he slows and stops.
We stop for a moment. Drink. Watch Ian Jay get loaded. Then I get under the rim seat. I suggest Kerry gets rimmed while Dan sits on my cock. Kerry settles on my face. There is always that ‘first time’ moment as my tongue goes into a new crack. The seat opens his hole, so I’m in deep very fast and stroking myself. Dan bats my hand off my cock, and in an easy motion settles down on it. This is as good as it gets for me-- a tight top ass on my face and an experienced bottom on my cock at the same time. I let Dan ride, holding my hips still and concentrate on eating the ass above me. He’s naturally smooth, with just a little hair in the crack. I slobber into his hole. He’s opened some poppers and seems to be passing them back and forth between them. Both become more vocal. After a long time, Kerry rises. I think he may want to fuck Dan, but before I can say anything he is more concerned with freshening his cocktail. I stay in position.
“Dan, let me taste what I did to your hole.”
Without hesitation, he pulls himself off my cock and up to the seat. Heaven. It’s a totally different feel on my tongue than when we started. Softer. Looser. And the taste. Tons of precum deposited by two cocks. And a copious amount of the most delicious natural lube. I am lost in an over load of sensations. Then I feel my cock being stroked. Ah, Kerry’s back. I revel in not having to jerk as I eat. Fuck, it’s suddenly not his hand. He’s sitting on my dick. His ass will not give at first. I can hear the effort in his breathing. I can feel his clenching hole against my cock head. Suddenly he’s in and Kerry sits all the way down.
“Jesus, you’re big.”
My cock swells at the words.
“Shit.”
Kerry bounces with abandon as I go back to giving my full concentration on eating out Dan’s dripping hole. After long minutes, the partners rise at the same time--my face is suddenly exposed and cold air hits my cock. I raise the seat, sit up and…it all becomes awkward for a moment. Kerry hasn't cleaned out or if he did, not enough. I head to the sink--he’s off to hose out his insides. The price of spontaneity.
When I return, Dan is in the sling. I kneel, and eat his hole to get my erection back. Pretty much one taste of dripping ass makes me rise to full rigidity. I stand to fuck. I am soon slamming into him. He becomes verbal--a sign I recognize as my having gotten him to a very good place. He begins that litany about how he’s a cum dump. Kerry returns. He crawls under the sling. He contorts himself so his mouth connects with the underside of my cock and Dan’s hole. The feeling is incredible. I will myself not to cum. And I don’t. I slow and invite Kerry into Dan’s hole. But he’s a top no more. He replaces Dan in the sling.
Dan looks at me. “Fuck my boyfriend.”
It’s an easy entry now. I fuck slowly. Increase speed. Dan sits on the couch watching the live porn. He hit’s the poppers over there. Kerry takes up the verbal barrage about wanting my cum up his ass. Dilemma. Who gets the load?
The rest of the evening is about who’s in the sling. I alternate quite happily between two greedy asses. Finally I know I’m close. Dan is in the sling taking my long strokes, Kerry is under it again. I bark at Kerry to stand up. He does. I pull out of Dan, step back and push Kerry down into the sling so he and Dan are face to face. Kerry is bent over holding on to the sides, Dan’s arms are around his boy friend. I enter Kerry roughly. He gasps. I had been building up nicely. And I let fly. With piss. Kerry thinks it’s cum at first. He starts babbling about my seed. He quickly realizes it’s piss as I continue and continue to hose down his hole. I tell Dan just what I’m doing. When the bladder is empty I fuck a little in the incredibly hot liquid. He can’t take much and stands up. I slip into Dan. It takes just a few strokes and suddenly I’m the one who’s vocal. I’m shooting my cum deep into his guts. I hold for a long time, unable to move. But there’s Kerry. He’s on his knees next to the sling. He slowly pulls me back--exposing my cream covered cock. His tongue snakes out. Fuck, he’s cleaning my cock inch by exposed inch. Soon I’m out and he swallows me whole. I can’t take it. I shove his face into his Boy Friends jizz dripping hole. My knees buckle and I’m kneeling next to him, watching him eat it out. He slowly becomes aware of me there. He turns to me. Our eyes lock. He smiles a look of welcome and our mouths meet in a cum sloppy kiss.
Wow! I like your candid descriptions and that you don't leave anything out, even the less glamourous details (which make these kind of tales more real!)
ReplyDeleteVery hot post about a very hot couple. Sounds like you had a great night and they turned up the kink notch by notch, which it always fun. And I love a fellow top who will A) bottom for me of B) clean my cock. And if they are C) both answers A and B, then all the better. Go, Hot Paladin.
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Countess--I promised myself when I started this blog I would be telling the unvarnished truth--or not bother. One of the reasons I love to play with fisting bottoms, is that they clean out deeply as a matter of course. Gentlemen who just do a shallow rinse are almost always going to be "surprised"--since my cock is big enough that in most men it opens the second chamber.
ReplyDeleteAce--Oh, I agree. All of the above is always a good answer. I think I can count on one hand the number of tops who have not taken or considered a ride on my cock.
ReplyDeleteI have always said that a good top has to have bottomed once before, possibly more. I just know that I, and others like me who bottomed when they were young, get a lot more praise from those they top then the guys who started topping and never stopped. And I would probably say that was my experience as a bottom as well.
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Ace--I know that is the conventional wisdom. And I did bottom in my youth very occasionally, but I don't know if it taught me much. I have never been a fisting bottom, but guys tell me I'm the most empathetic top that has ever put a hand up their hole. I think there is a lot to be said for following the leads of your partner, see what works and know about anatomy. And just plain experience. And there is certainly no right answer here--either way.
ReplyDeleteJayzuz, FP! You are a one man infomercial true-believin' testifyin' ambassador for the Rim Seat. Now I *know* I gotta get me one. I've spent a happy half hour drooling through this post, edging myself. I'm at work and not quite ready to give rush hour Main Street a show. And besides I'm hoping I get to see my guy tonight (and who is the one I am most keen to have sit in a rim seat for my - and his - pleasure).
ReplyDeleteMy experience tracks Ace's, in that I know my experiences bottoming have informed the skills I bring to topping. Maybe I'd be as good as I am without it; can't say. And I have known men who've been pretty much dedicated tops their entire lives. Those who are empathic, intuitive and willing to be engaged with their partner (like you, FP) were invariably the most fun, most satisfying tops.
RP--My rim seat is the old school Fort Troff version. I looked at their brand new model online and was impressed by several of the changes--the easier to get under opening, the three height positions and the tilting of the seat. They all seem like great advances. I have certainly looked at the Dick Wadd Joy Rider as well. Those springs could be lots of fun. All of them are expensive but worth saving up for. Mine was the right price--Free (a birthday present from my brother...)
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