I
had one last session in my playroom to finish up 2012. Gary, the jock thief, contacted me that he’d
like a session. I had time and he was
available to fit my odd schedule. We’d
met several years ago at a motel party.
That night he’d topped as much as he’d taken my cock. But like many versatile guys, he loved
playing with me, where he never had to think about turning the tables.
I
should have looked at the three posts I’d made about Gary before he arrived and
been reminded how far he’d come in his exploration of kink. I always think of him as a simple fuck—since that’s
how we first met. And it had been almost a year since I’d seen him. If I’d
reviewed my last entry about him, I would have tanked up…
We kiss lightly and reverse. I have his dripping cock in my mouth. Eventually I pull off it and attack his balls
with my swirling tongue. Then I pull them
out of the way, hunker down and dig into his perineum. Without my saying a
word, he moves to the bed, gets on all fours and offers his ass to my tongue
and cock.
“Eat me good.”
I seem to be doing just that. He’s moaning into the mattress, throwing in
an occasional obscenity. His ass is self-lubing
like crazy. I stick just my cock head
into him.
“That’s it.
Fuck me.”
Gary’s hole flowers open. I push forward slightly. I can’t stop—I am all the way up him. My groin slams into his upturned butt. I hold for a moment. Then begin the smallest of thrusts. His hands are all over his nipples, tweaking
and rubbing and pinching. Soon I pull
out so that just my cock head is left in him.
I plunge forward. He grunts. I
repeat it. And again. After two more, he asks for a breather.
I lie beside him.
“Let’s do the rimseat.” I don’t think he’s ever asked for it.
I get under the seat. His super wet hole is slowly lowered down to
my face as he sits down. My tongue
connects. Gary plays with my nipples for
a moment, then abandons them for his own.
I work my tongue in deeply. His
hole is already puffy from my fucking, and tastes and feels totally different
than my earlier rimming. His natural
lube mixes well with my precum, saliva and the smidgen of Swiss Army I used to
enter him. I eat it out hungrily.
We go back to the bed. He wants to ride my cock so he can control
how deep I go. He sits, facing me. His hole is so slick we add no more lube for
the entire session. My cock enters him easily.
He rides me expertly, bouncing to some
internal rhythm of his own. I look at
his face—his eyes are rolled back in his head.
His mouth twists into a look of sheer ecstasy.
He reverses and rides me that way.
Then on his side—with me holding his left leg aloft.
“Damn, I want you to shoot,” he grunts, as I fuck
with only three quarters of my length up him.
“Then it’s sling time,” I tell him.
He gets in.
I eat and enter.
He works up a rhythm so I can stand still and he can
control the fuck.
“What, no piss?”
“I didn’t have time to drink enough. Sorry.”
“That’s ok.
Beat your cock on my balls.”
I pull out and do just that. I slap my meaty cock head down on his
sack. By the second whack he’s
shooting. He hits his chin and the sling
behind him. Then he coats his furry
chest. I know I can’t enter him
again. I jerk fast. My nuts contract and I coat his balls and
softening dick.
We grin.
And I promise him piss the next time.
The other entries of Gary’s times in my playroom can
be found by hitting the “Gary” in the labels column or at the bottom of this
entry.
Wow, hot story. Is there a technical name for that self lubing stuff? What is it? I know exactly what you're talking about. I have always thought my ass was just weird. - Uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque
ReplyDeleteI am sure there must be name...
DeleteIt's mostly mucus as I understand it. It moves solids throught the tract. When an ass is played with, it starts to be produced in the bowel--to help lubricate the process. Some people produce more than others. I hope that helps....