Don Tries Something New

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

I took a much needed break from the bookstores with my next hook up.  Don was a good looking cocksucker I had met a few years ago when work had brought me to Indiana.  We met at a bookstore—the one that is a single room with four screens and many couches.  (I haven’t been there yet this year.)  He’s an unabashed size queen so when he was sucking me, he asked if I liked to fuck.  I told him to kneel on the couch.  He asked to make a date instead.  So he came to my hotel room.  That year I had just the bed—and we had a great time.  The next year we met I gave him his first sling fuck—and he loved it.  This year I had set up the sling again and I had another first in store for him…

(Click here for last year’s inaugural sling fuck and a link to the first meet.)

Don is right on time.  Maybe even a little early.  We hug.  He’s tall.  He has carried a little extra weight for the last few years.  I still can’t tell how old he is—anywhere from 43 to 49.  His ginger colored hair is still thick and with an immaculate cut.  He steps into the bathroom for a moment.  I start a porn disc—a Dick Wadd group fuck with Jon Shield being his versatile self (sigh…).  Don emerges.  We catch up for a moment, sitting on the bed.  I am a little shocked when he tells me that I was the last person to fuck him—a full year ago!  I guess I better be good tonight…

We strip.  He sits on the end of the bed and takes my slightly swollen dick into his mouth.  I plump up in no time.  I let him lick the head, the shaft and my balls.  Once his tongue has made my balls wet, I am fully rampant.  I fuck his mouth—a half dozen strokes in and out then stay deep in his throat, holding him in place with my left hand.  I feel his throat constrict and I let him go.

I do it again. 

And once more for good measure.

I kneel and suck his cock for a moment.  I pull off it:  “You know I want that ass.  Roll over.”

He does, getting on all fours.  I groan as I see those full cheeks and hairy crack.  I dive in.  My tongue travels the length of the cleft between those two big melons and only eventually zeros in on his pucker.  It opens easily.  My tongue is inside him again.  I spit into the wrinkled pinkness of his butt.  My tongue starts fucking his hole. 

Don groans, saying how much he loves the feel of my tongue and beard.

And then he says it again about the feel of my cock pushing into him.  He grunts over just the head.  I pull out and rim some more.  And again; another inch goes in this time.  I rim.  And another.  And still another.

This time he takes me to the root.  I hold in place.

“Fuck me with that big ol’ dick.”

I know when to follow directions.  I fuck him hard; long strokes that slap his full ass and fill the room with the sound of our rutting.

****

We’ve switched to the sling. I eat his hole, fuck his hole and pull out and move up the side of the sling to bring my cock up to his eager mouth.  Don can’t get enough ass to mouth action.  I love that he loves it—after all I’m down there constantly—he tastes that good.

I fuck hard, my hips a blur.

I fuck standing still, pulling the sling to me.  Don loves this.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above us.  This simple action shows off the length of what’s entering him.  Don reaches for his cock.  His cock spits out a full load of semen—but without all the nerve fireworks.

“Can you keep going?”

“Hell, yes.”

I lean down and lick up every drop on his cum.  I kneel and reverse felch it into his puffy hole.

“That is so hot…” he groans.

I spit the last of it into him and stand up. “Wait until you feel it as lube.”  My cock glides in.  This has elevated a hot fuck to really wonderful.  My cock loves the creamy smoothness now coating his hole.  I fuck slowly.  And then faster—frothing the cum in his hole.  I pull out and bring my cummy dick to his mouth.  He licks me clean without a second of hesitation.

“Time for the rimseat.”

“I’ve never sat on one.”

“I guessed that, somehow…”  I lie down under it and close the seat.  He sits and really pushes my head into the pillow.  It’s a great seal of my lips around his ass leaking his own cum.  It drips into my mouth.  I let it.  I play with it.  I push some back in.  I swallow.  I open him with my tongue.

“Wow, you are deep,” he grunts out.  The rimseat is set up so I know he is watching his own reaction in the mirror hung over my hotel dresser.  He grinds his ass down on my tongue.

I eat and swallow and lick some more.  I twist my head to the side to gasp for air.  Once I fill my lungs, I tell him to ride my cock.  He does—facing away from me.  He froths the remains of his cum—and knows to bring that dripping ass back to my panting mouth…

*****

Don is once again in the sling.  We are in a steady fuck rhythm.  I love that sometimes it is blisteringly hot.  Other moments I keep up the pumping, but we trade stories of other encounters we’ve had.  After hearing he is regularly servicing a straight trucker who loves to cum in his mouth, I am suddenly pile driving his ass.   When I slow down, I tell him about hanging Jacob upside down and using the baseball bat in his hairy butt…and suddenly Don has his feet out of the stirrups and on the poles.  His legs push against the frame, pulling him off my dick.  He relaxes and the pendulum action of the sling drives him back onto me.  Again and again.  It’s his turn to be in charge of the fucking of his ass.  

Hard, intense and totally hot as it’s so unexpected.

We slow.  I kneel and eat his ass once again.  I know it’s time.  I stand and plunge into him.  Maybe two strokes and I am spurting.  Don grabs his cock.  It feels like the moment my spurting subsides, he starts covering his stomach with another load of cum.  This time it’s a full on orgasm—shaking and clenching of his ass with each spurt.

We talk.

He showers.

And in two weeks time, as we see each other so rarely, we do it all again.