Amish Country, IN—August, 2016
I picked up an additional
job at the end of summer, taking me back into Amish country. I immediately wrote the pig with the terrific
playroom in his farmhouse’s basement. He
was all for a meet. I dropped my things
at my motel, ate a light dinner and went to ravage him.
He was stoked. He gets very little play from the Amish men
in the area. He knew 48 hours before I
was there. So he fasted. He cleaned out. He was so ready to take my tongue, my cock
and my fist…
He’s in the sling.
Blindfolded. I make my way down
the dark stairs and stare at the spread-eagled ass in front of me. I undo my belt noisily. I take in his black and red harness. The fully mounded pouch of his white jock—chosen
so it will show my piss. I pause after I
pop the top button of my jeans. I can’t
help myself. I kneel and stick my tongue
as deep as I can into his hole.
“Argh! Fuck, yeah.” His breath quickens. “Eat me out.
Yeah—just like that.”
I stand up and pull my dick out. I hose his ass crack down. It sluices down his ass cleft and splatters
on the towels laid out on the concrete below.
I hunker down and clean him up with my tongue. I grab a tiny (for him) dildo from the
table. I grease it as I lick his hole
some more. I stand up and insert the toy. Roughly.
To keep him full as I finish undressing.
I take a long drink of a Gatorade he has thoughtfully set
out for me under the toy table. I look
at the huge collection of ass toys he inserts up this butt himself when he can
find no one else willing to play.
I get naked but for my jock and put the boots back on. I have worn the jock I am filling with my
juices for a blog reader. It is pretty
rank. I walk to the head of the
sling. I bend his head my way and press
the pouch into his open mouth. He chews
the fabric like I have just given him a delicacy. He can’t get enough.
“Get it good and wet.”
I tell him I that after our fuck, I want to press it up his cum filled
pussy—to soak up all our juices for my reader.
“That’s so hot. You
should make one for me.”
I pull the pouch aside and let him have my dick.
But head with a guy in as sling is almost always a bad
angle.
I go back to his ass and slide the dildo out. My cock is wet enough to go right in. I fuck him.
Long deep strokes. I fuck him
hard.
I feel something change.
I pull out.
He is spectacularly dirty.
Not just a little. I get the
blindfold off him and he runs up the stairs.
I clean at the laundry tubs in the corner.
He’s gone forever.
Finally, I hear slow footsteps coming down the stairs.
“I over cleaned,” he tells me. “I used too much water—all trapped in the
upper chamber. It’s started a whole new
cycle—I won’t be clean for hours.”
I regretfully pack and leave.
*****
But I’m horned. What
do I do? I know I won’t get anyone to my
country hotel. I head to South Bend and
go to the biggest of the cities bookstores.
It’s a week night. And late when I get there. The arcade is almost deserted.
I find a grey haired Daddy stroking to bi porn. We trade blow jobs.
“I really want you to fuck me.” But in the next breath he tells me he isn’t
prepared.
We take a break.
Eventually I swallow his load.
*****
I sit alone in a booth.
Door unlocked. Stroking to a gay
gangbang movie.
There is no one.
The door finally opens.
A middle- aged Black man. In good
shape. He’s relieved to see someone actually
in the arcade—and with a big cock. He
drops his shorts—taking them all the way off and tossing them on the
couch. His cock is hard. His foreskin is big enough that it still
covers the cock head with his cock erect.
It goes into my mouth.
Work as hard as I can with my tongue, I can’t get it to retract. But there’s no odor or taste. I redouble my efforts.
I am sucking him towards orgasm quickly.
“Stop,” he pants. “I
want to taste yours, too.”
He gives me some good head—but it gets him even hotter. He pulls off me with a hissed “I’m cumming.”
He stands up and I dive for his cock. There are no spurts. It all collects in his foreskin. My tongue works on his extra skin until most
of his seed drips out of his tight opening and onto my tongue.
*****
I never did get off that night.
But I felt worse for my host with his limited play options.
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