The "Get to Know Each Other" Fuck

Western Indiana—October, 2017

I had a persistent admirer on Adam.  We talked daily for a couple of weeks.  He told me he was headed to Indy from Detroit.  He wanted to stop by and get very wet.  Great.  We set a time.  Phone numbers were exchanged.  And then nothing.  There was no text to say he was hitting the road—ok, he might have forgotten I had asked for one.  There was no text around the appointed time to say he’d checked into his hotel.  I called.  Voice mail.

The same sad story of so many hookups.  The idea of it was all he needed for his hand to give him the satisfaction he really wanted.

But as luck would have it, while I was online waiting for the arrival of the no show (hoping he might give me some explanation that way) I struck up a conversation with a handsome bear who lived in the next town.   He told me he was just starting the fisting journey and had taken his first last night in an incredible playroom up in Michigan.  I knew just where he was—it had to be Derrick and Jacob’s.  Yes, he said, did I know them?  I admitted I did.  A fourth man was involved—and he, too, has appeared many times in these postings.  Small world.  Minute gay fetish world.

Chris asked to meet.  I explained I was waiting for a trick. When it was clear that the guy was going to bail, I let Chris know.  He would love to host me.  He had a sling.  I had a rimseat.  We agreed on a “get to know each other fuck” as he was still feeling his hole from last night.  Having seen this picture, I promised him I would massage it with my tongue. 

Often. 

I mean, look at that butt!

I find his house easily and pull into the garage as instructed.  I’d loved his pictures, but he’s even better looking in person.  We hug.  He helps me carry stuff into the house.  He has great art everywhere.  Once he pours us a drink, we go downstairs.  I set up the rimseat next to his Fort Troff sling.  We go back out into the den area to talk a little—and watch the Cazzo fisting porn he has playing.

In no time my jeans are around my ankles.  I am standing and letting him suck my cock.  He’s good.  I hold his head and thrust a little.  This makes him moan in the back of his throat.

“You know what I want,” I tell him. 

I have him bend over the back of the couch.  That hot hairy, ass juts out.  I kneel and become acquainted with his stretched hole.  The moment my tongue touches him he groans.  He makes sounds of pleasure as I explore his crack.  They grow louder as I drill into him with my tongue. 

We can’t take any more—we need to strip and get to the sling.

I get him into it the moment I get my boots back on.  I kneel.  I can’t stop eating his hole.  I lick.  I spit.  I fill him with a ton of saliva.  I lube my cock slightly as I eat him out.  Finally, I manage to stop rimming and start fucking.

Chris’ eyes widen as my oversized cock head pushes at his pucker.  I slip in.  He poppers up and I slide home.  He’s velvety, hot and wet.  It’s a slow fuck—savoring his responsive ass muscles.  I pump in and out, letting him feel every inch I have to offer.  He has a mirror leaning against the wall.  We both watch me ravage his hole. 

Seeing myself makes me speed up.  Faster and faster.  I slow down only when he needs another hit of poppers.

I pull out.  I kneel and lick the hole I just abused.  Chris groans and tells me it feels great.  I stand up and let a spurt of piss land on his hole.  I think we are both surprised.  And pleased.  I kneel and lick it off him.  My cock is rock hard as I reenter Chris and fuck a few drops into him.

I pull out again and find my bag behind me.  I grab the egg-headed dildo.  I grease it up—showing him what I’m about to put into him.  He relaxes—and takes it easily.  I fuck him with it for a moment.  I push the base of the toy down—and slip my cock in with it.  Chris’ eyes are glued to the mirror above him, watching me double fuck with this big black toy.  It feels great.  He gripped me before—now his ass is so full I feel every millimeter of his chute.  We fuck until I will myself to stop so I don’t explode.

“Let’s try the rimseart.”

I borrow his poppers.  I really want that rush as I tongue his well fucked hole.  I lay down and he slowly sits on my face.  His ass presses me into him tight enough that it’s hard to breathe.  Oh, fuck yeah.  His ass lube is beginning to drip into my mouth.  His puffy lips fill my mouth.  I poke my tongue into him deeper and deeper.  I lick until my jaw hurts.

He stands up.  He walks down my body.  Chris carefully sits on my cock which I have been jerking like a man possessed.  Fuck!  He rides me with abandon.  He rides me totally in control of the fucking he’s taking.

And he knows to bring that freshly fucked ass back up to my face.   I love the fresh lube he’s churned out in his hole.  He lets me tongue him deep—and then he gets up again.  This time he faces me and sits back down on my dick.  I play with his nipples, caress the forest of hair on his chest as he smashes himself down on my dick.

“I want to load you in the sling,” I manage to gasp out.

We change over.  I eat his sloppy, wet butt.  But for just a moment.  My cock can’t take much more. 

I stand. 

I fuck.  Hard.

I explode. 

It’s violent.  I collapse onto him.

“Aren’t you going to live up to your moniker?” he asks.

I smirk and slide down and taste the load I’ve left inside him…