Derrick and Jacob: Comfort and Relentlessness

West Michigan—September, 2017

Things slowly returned to normal after my vacation in Canada and my one night at the gay campground.   I did a mid week jaunt to the bookstore—and was so disappointed at the lackluster ‘crowd’ that I did not play at all.  I was glad I pretty sated from all those Canadians.

My mood changed on a visit to Derrick and Jacob.  It was a rare mid-week meet for us.  I filled them in on all my adventures in Toronto as we sat in the study.  And the next thing we knew, our cocks were out and in each other’s mouths…

My face is buried in Derrick’s ass.  He’s in the sling and I am pushing copious amounts of saliva up his hole.  God, I’ve missed this.  I had a blast with all the other men I’ve had lately, but I love returning to these two.  I hear Jacob say “Hear you go…” above me.  He is likely smothering Derrick with a sweaty pit to clean.  I spit into Derrick’s hole one last time and stand up to fuck. 

I slide in easily with all the saliva and pre-cum I’ve added.  Derrick grabs his Elbow Greased cock and jerks.  Jacob begins working on his nipples.  It’s a slow fuck.  Measured.  Letting him feel and appreciate the full mass of my dick as it fills him.

Jacob looks up into the mirror above the sling to watch my anal assault of his partner.  “Fuck…” he murmurs and renews his efforts on Derrick’s nips.  My pace is building without me being particularly conscious of it—it just feels so good.  Soon my hips are slapping into him—filling the enclosed space with the sound of our rutting.

“You should take a turn,” I tell Jacob.  I pull out and move to the side. 

Jacob wastes no time in getting his PA’ed cock up Derrick.  He grunts his approval of the wet hole I’ve left for him to fuck in.  I work Derrick’s nipples with my mouth and teeth.  Jacob is pile driving into Derrick’s open hole.  I sink my right pit over Derrick’s mouth.  His tongue hungrily licks and cleans every hairy, sweat soaked inch of it.  I give him the left to do as well.

Jacob pulls out.  He presents his cock for me to suck.  I am instantly on my knees, paying particular attention for where the piercing enters his dick.  His big dick is totally coated in Derrick’s fuck juices.  It’s a sweet meal.  And one that makes my cock pre-cum even more.  When he pulls his dick from my mouth, I stand up and instantly stick my now dripping dick into Derrick.  I fuck him.  Hard.   Fast.   Deep.  The wetness of his ass makes a great sucking sound that fills the room.

We break.  Derrick feels things shifting inside him—he excuses himself to go check.  Jacob and I look at each other.  “Let’s surprise him when he comes back,” I suggest.  Jacob loves to be bound.  I reach for the white cloth straight jacket that hangs on the wall by the sling with two or three others. 

“Use the leather one.” 

I find it and begin to fit it on Jacob.  Arms in place, I do up the back.  Then the arms are wrapped around his chest.  I buckle them in place.  We ignore the lower straps as they would cover his ass crack.  I move the rimseat out from where it’s stored under the sling and set it up in the middle of the dungeon—the first thing he’ll see as he comes back into the room.  I move Jacob to the front of it—where he will be ready to sit.  I grab a blindfold and cover half of his handsome face.    I wiggle between his legs and get under the seat. 

“Now sit down.”

He does, easily, and my face is filled with his hairy, spread hole.  He groans as I begin drilling up into him.  Within moments, Derrick opens the door.  I can only imagine how hot the picture must be—me sprawled out on the floor, eating out his helpless, blindfolded boy.  Derrick steps up, straddling my chest and feeds his cock to Jacob.  I hear the boy hungrily take it in his mouth.  He must be in heaven—immobile and having two men working on him.  I am drilling deeper and deeper into his yielding ass.  I really want to fuck him, but I am more than happy to just keep eating and getting his hole sloppy and ready.

Derrick moves so he is now kneeling between my splayed legs.  He pries my hand off my cock and takes me into his mouth.  Now I will have to be careful—getting sucked while my face is buried in a hairy, wet ass is about as good as it gets.  But Derrick reads me—he takes me to the brink of orgasm and stops.  “You need to fuck the boy,” he tells me.

Jacob stands with Derrick’s help so I can wriggle out from below the seat.  I think we’re about to unbind Jacob, but instead we just lead him to the sling and carefully hoist him into it.  Blindfold and all.  With his legs in the stirrups, he’s not going anywhere.  I look to Derrick to see if he wants to go first…but he settles in a chair to watch me fuck.  I dip to taste Jacob’s hole one last time and I’m ready to go deep.

Jacob is vocal as I enter him.  It’s all groans, very few words.   His cock is rock hard at first.  It goes down a little with the driving fuck I administer to his helpless form.  Damn, it’s hot seeing him like this under me.  I look to Derrick.  He’s hard and stroking.  He gives me an encouraging nod.  “Fill him up.  Give him your load.”

Jacob whimpers.  Softly.

“Do you want that?  Do you want me to breed you?”

“Yes, Sir.  Do whatever you want…”

This makes me fuck him still harder.

I pull out.  I taste his hole once more.  As always—it’s the trigger that takes me over the edge.  I stand up and drive it into Jacob.  I explode in two strokes.  Over and over again.  I feel like I’m still drooling cum.  I collapse onto his leather bound chest and hold on.

When I can breathe again, I stand.  My cock is still marinating in his filled ass.  I spit on his cock and begin stroking it.  Jacob groans—loudly now.  He is ready to shoot in just a few strokes. His first blast lands on the leather jacket.  The rest of his cum falls on his balls or coats my fingers.  I lick my fingers clean—noisily—so he knows just what I’m doing.  I pull out just enough to bend and lick up the rest his load…

*****

It is as we are relaxing on the couch afterwards, that Derrick came up with the phrase that sums up how we play—and became the title of this post:  Comfort and Relentlessness.

Yeah.

******

“We have something for you.”

It’s the next morning, just as I’m leaving. 

Jacob arrives with a British street sign that they have found at either a flea market or antique store. “We had to get it for you.”

Oh, yes.  I want to live of Felch Street.  Please…

  

Jacob posing with the sign—which now hangs in my playroom—above the rim seat.