Taking Turns in the Sling

West Michigan—October, 2017

The day after I met Chris with our “get to know each other” fuck I had the whole day off.   I was headed north for a long play session with Derrick and Jacob.  I arrived in the late afternoon.  I knew I would be staying the night and Jacob was cooking our after play dinner.

We settle in the den.  One minute we are laughing and catching up—and the next we are squeezing cocks through my trousers and their underwear.  I stand up and strip.  Mouths are on cocks; hands stroke balls, underarms and asses.  It’s very fluid.  No one stays in one position or on one body part for long.  They suck me and each other.  I suck both their cocks.  Their balls.  I lick ass.  I do a lot of kissing.  A lot.  I can’t stop kissing Derrick as Jacob takes turns on our dicks.

“Sit on the couch,” Derrick tells me.  He kneels between my legs.  He’s about to show off his improved deep throating skills.  He takes me to the root on the first try.  “Get up there and feed him your cock,” Derrick tells Jacob.  Jacob straddles my lap and starts face fucking me.  I smile around the cock invading my mouth and throat.  I am pretty sure Derrick has remembered a blog post earlier this week about how much I like this position.  And it’s working like crazy.  Jacob is pre-cumming like mad in my mouth and Derrick’s constant full throating of me is causing me to do the same. 

Jacob grabs the thin bench and places it for fucking.  He balances on it—his ass to me.  I tongue him hungrily—now able to get deep into his hole.   Derrick feeds him his cock.  I stand up and slide in.  Jacob grunts and not all in pleasure.  He is still feeling the deep fisting he took Saturday night—the night Chris was here.  I slow down.

“I think the angle would be better in the sling,” Jacob says, pulling off the dick in his mouth.

We go downstairs to their overstocked playroom.  Jacob hops in the sling.  I spend longer eating him out, getting his hole to relax.  Derrick pulls up a chair to stroke as he watches me work his boy over.  I can’t get enough of his wet hole.  I lick it.  I spit in it.  I fuck him with my tongue.  I grind my beard up and down his wet crack.  I want to smell like him for the rest of the night.

Finally I stop and stand up.  I smear my dripping cock head right where my mouth has been.  I start to inch in.  He opens up and I never pause in my slow, steady insertion.

“Oh, yeah….” he croons.  “Fuck me.”

I begin a slow fuck.  Long strokes so Derrick can really see my dick splitting Jacob’s ass crack.  Long and slow.  I’m in   no hurry at all.  I ask how it feels.  This position is better for him, but it’s still not perfect for his stretched hole. 

All too soon he asks for a break.  He jumps out and Derrick takes his place.  I am back to rimming.  I work my tongue harder on this hole.  I get it every bit as wet.  My beard is ground into him.  I pull out, stand and lean over to kiss Derrick, letting him taste his wetness on my tongue.  My cock finds its way into his ass during the kiss.   Derrick moans, our mouths still locked.  I stand up so I can fuck and Jacob can work Derrick’s nipples. 

I am slapping my balls against Derrick’s ass with every stroke.  I don’t even know why I am fucking Derrick so hard, so soon—but he is totally into it.  His eyes have rolled back into his head.  His right hand is flailing away on his cock.   I love the sound my hips are making—smacking his ass.  Jacob pulls off his nipple and begins to smother Derrick with his fragrant armpit.  It’s all the trigger Derrick needs.  With a grunt, he explodes all over his chest. Still embedded in his ass, I lean over and lick up his splattered cum. 

I let my cock stay still as he slowly comes back down from his orgasm.  Eventually I pull out and he gets up. 

Jacob gets back in.  “I want your hand.”

“Are you sure?  You were feeling it with my dick.”

“Let’s try.”

I grease up.  Jacob jerks as he watches me grease my fingers and wrists.  I work two fingers of my left hand in, then two fingers right.  Now three.  I add three from the other hand.  I do a gentle lateral stretch.  Again.  Once more.  My dick slips in with my fingers opening his hole.  Just a stroke or two.

My left hand goes in easily.  He grunts—and holds up his hand for me to pause.  Then his ass muscles push me out.  I repeat the entry with my right.  “I gotta piss.”  I lean over and swallow the piss my hand is pushing out of him.  When the flow subsides, I pull my hand out. 

Jacob used to cum on the third fist.  Not so now.  He takes two more.  Each time letting his hole snap down around my wrist.  On the fifth one—it’s too much.  He shoots a huge load over his hairy abs.   I avoid his sensitive cock and lick up my second reward.

It’s my turn in the sling.  Derrick rims me.  Jacob strokes my nipples, my chest, my cock.  He lets me lick his pits.  He finds a way stand on a chair and a work table so he is straddling my chest while in the sling. 

He slowly sits on face, squirming onto my open mouth.  My tongue massages his used hole as Derrick tongue fucks mine…