Late Night in East Nashville

Nashville--December, 2011

The next night, the Professor and I had hoped to meet, but he ended up with family commitments. I talked online to a gentleman I’d met two years ago, when he‘d thrown an orgy I‘d attended. He wanted to do the same thing. We had some interest on BBRT, but we’d started looking very late. It ended up a lopsided three-way…　
I am on the far east side of Nashville. It’s late. About 11:15pm as I ring his bell. We’d told the other five guys about 11:30. I just have time to get the sling up. Bruce answers the door. He’s even better looking than I remembered. A good 6 foot, with meat on his bones and reddish blond thinning hair. And a full, round ass that loves to be fucked. I get the sling up in his cramped living room. There are art objects everywhere. Some that he’s made, some that he’s acquired. There are photos, musical instruments, a fireplace mantle crowded with ceramics and more photos and a dripping candle. There is just room to get the sling up between the couch--and a nest of pillows he’s made in front of the couch on a throw--and a wall full of tribal drums.

Bruce starts reeling off the guest list. He knows most of them. And knows that most of them will not show. We don’t wait. I strip down, just keeping on my socks. No fancy role play tonight. No leather. Just some good mutually fulfilling sex.

He’s done the same. And is on his knees. He sucks my cock. He’s actually a little rough, so I pull back, and suck him for a moment before the doorbell rings. It’s the first and only guy to appear. Jim is a true bear. Tall, big, hairy where it counts. I remember his profile from the site. I am hoping he’ll be showing me those anal skills he mentioned there.

Jim strips down as we continue stroking each other and watching some porn. Bruce is soon on his knees between us. He goes from my hard cock to Jim’s. Jim is either shy or it’s not doing it for him. As Bruce tires, I slip down and have a go at Jim, and Bruce, once he stands. This is all fine, but I can see Bruce eyeing the sling. I get him over there. He literally hops in, as Jim moves around to work his nipples. I spend just a little time rimming. He’s pre lubed with something I don’t need to taste and I soon rise and slip right in. His ass feels great. He’s a clencher and knows how to milk me. Jim is working Bruce’s nipples hard. I fuck slowly. I fuck hard. I make the chains rattle. I make the sling swing enough, I almost send him crashing into one of the tom toms.

We break when I notice a little blood mixing with the lube. I wash and Bruce goes to check it out. When I come back from the kitchen sink, Jim is in the sling. Well, kind of. He’s lying so far back in it I would need another 8 inches of cock to reach his hole.

“I’ve never actually been in one.”

I move him down so his ass is out over the sling sides--perfectly framed. I kneel. I lick his pucker. It flowers open and instantly allows me in. I probe him deeply. He pants. I don’t think he get a rim job very often. He is now muttering things. I can’t tell what he’s saying, but it all sounds good. Eventually I stand up and slip in. Or try to. He clamps down with the thought of my sized cock about to go up him. That beautifully open hole now all but refuses me entry. I work a fingertip in. Then up to the knuckle. Smear some precum on his hole. Work it a little more. Smear some more. Slip it in. I hold what seems an eon as he adjusts. Finally, I start to move. He relaxes. His ass is smooth and slick. My narrow hips slap against his full ass, making incredibly sexy smacking sounds. The sound brings Bruce back from the bathroom. He watches me plow, occasionally running a hand over Jim’s chest.

Suddenly Jim really relaxes. I go that extra half inch up him. He grunts and is now making sounds like when I was rimming him. Bruce comes around behind me and twists my nipples as I fuck. Jim is working my cock. I don’t think he is doing it consciously, since he seems to be off in his own head space. But his ass knows what to do. I finally have to stop so I don’t cum too fast.

We re-group on the floor. I put the two bottoms, side by side, doggy style. First I slide into Bruce. I fuck him, slowly and nice. I pull out, slide over behind Jim and enter him. His ass is ready for me this time. Once again the room is filled with the sounds of slapping flesh. Then back to Bruce, then Jim. From ass to ass. One hole then the other….

Jim stops me after the fourth rotation.

“My ass has had it.” We both look at him in surprise. “I haven’t been a bottom all the long.”

“Really?”  I stop pumping my dick.

“I used to be all top. But my diabetes won’t let me get hard anymore.” He’s dressing now. “Which is why I couldn’t get hard as you sucked me. I mean, it felt good….” He is tying his Nikes. “But my ass just can’t take much that size.” He’s at the door. “Thanks. It’s been fun.” And he’s gone.

We take a moment.

We stroke. I enter Bruce once more. But his ass has had it too, there’s more blood. We stroke. He shoots on his chest. I rise and send an arc across his face and hit a bottle of poppers on the coffee table. The next spurt lands where he wants it.

In his mouth.