Jake Takes Two

My Hometown—July, 2017

I had another good friend and fuck bud take pity on me this summer when I was so tied up with my work.  Jake came to town and made himself available to me after a particularly long day.  He chose the sleaziest of the local motels (though, when I got in the room, I was surprised at how much they had tried to upgrade the place.)  Jake continued with a last rinse as I flopped down in a chair.  I was tired.  I hadn’t stopped all day—until that moment.  And I was feeling it.  I actually closed my eyes for an instant while he puttered in the bathroom.

Then he appeared around the corner.  He was ready.  I stripped.  The underwear came down…

Jake is right there.  On his knees—sucking my dick to life.  It feels good, but I know what will really stiffen my cock up properly.  “Let me eat that ass.”   I strip the bedspread back and have him kneel on the edge.  I pull up a chair and bend into his butt.  His hole is warm and pliable.  I get in deep.  Fast.  And my cock rises.  I jerk myself to full erection as I spit as much saliva as possible into his hole. 

I stand and add my cock.  It feels great to be back in this hole I know so well.  I fuck slowly.  Balls deep.  On every stroke.  I don’t even attempt to pick up the pace.  I want him to feel it—every inch—sliding relentlessly into the very center of his being.

I stay still for a moment.  Jake needs no prompting to milk my dick. I buck into him a few more times, before I pull out.  I stretch my back—the bed is so damn low.  I walk around to Jake’s head and let him clean my cock.  A wave of exhaustion hits me as I stand there with my dick in his mouth.  I’m really glad this is a good friend not some new piece of ass.  I cut right to the chase of why Jake is here:  “How do you want my hand?  Last time you were on your knees.”

So that’s how we start.  I sit down.  I glove up and grease up.  My left enters him with ease.  He is so hungry for me tonight.  I work the right in just as easily.  Instantly, it’s back and forth between the fists.  Left, Right, Left, Right.  In rhythm.

A lateral stretch.  And again.

And back to the full fist in place.

Repeat.

Jake wants to see my face as I enter him.  We flip him to his back—and too far away from me.  (Always!!)  We get him situated and I repeat the alternating hands.  It feels totally different for him on his back. 

And for me, too.  I feel like I can inch in a little deeper.  So I do.

I slip my right into him just as I have now countless times.  I open the fist inside him until it forms a cup.  The fingers of my greasy left hand glide along the right wrist.  The left’s fingers travel across the palm of the right.  My left closes into fist and is capped by the right already in place. 

Holy shit!  I have both fists in him at the same time.  We have just reached—easily—something we have both wanted to happen.

I continue to hold for a moment.  Then I take the fists out, one at a time.

Jake’s breath is ragged.  But he wants it again.  I try to reverse the process, but that doesn’t feel right, so I go back to what worked before.  First the right—and the left slides in after.  Bam.  It’s there and stretching Jake like I never have.  I move the joined fists together—fucking his hole with this massive part of me.  Just for a moment.  Then I pull them out sequentially.

A third time.  Fuck him with it.  Longer this time.  Making him babble meaningless words.

And we are done.

Nope.

One last one…From the look on his face, I don’t dare move it once I’m in. 

I just hold it in place and give him a stretch to remember me by…

This is short…but so was our session. 

Just like the last time, Jake wrote up our session, too.  I will have to read it now—and publish it 24 hours after this one.