Randy Opens Up

Grand Rapids—April, 2018

My next play date was all about fisting, too.  That’s unusual in that I like to vary what I do.  But the men could not have been more different—both in physical type and where they were on the road of working their ass open.  Chris is a wonderfully hairy bear and just getting to the point of taking a slightly larger hand.  Randy is a lithe otter, who has one of the most experienced holes I know.  

Randy was house-sitting for the host of the group gatherings.  He was horny…and wanted a private rematch with me after our group meets—the ones I recounted in Full Moon Orgy and the Orgy Triptych.

I drove north…

I arrive in excellent time.  Randy greets me at the door.  We hug—and I go back to my car for the sling—and then the rimseat.  We set it up upstairs and strip.  I’m just in a jock and boots tonight.  Randy is in the bathroom, making sure he is ready for heavy play.

We go up.  We start on the host’s bed.  Randy gives me some great head.  The act of sucking my cock makes his own big dick fill every inch available in another of his homemade jocks.  He doesn’t let me take a turn on his dick—he just slicks me up and sits on my juicing dick.  He grunts his appreciation as he rides me.  I am sprawled over the bed, letting him do all the work.  Eventually, he pulls off me and cleans my dick, sucking up every drop of his ass juices. 

“Sit on my face.”  I want a taste of them, too.

He moves around and lowers his hole onto my waiting mouth.  I love how the fullness of his ass cuts off my air.  I lick his juicy hole until I literally need oxygen.

We move to the sling.  He’s eager to be really fucked—and get to some asscunt stretching.  I eat his hole a little more in the new position.  Randy groans and tells me to fuck him.  I stand up and stick my dick back into him.  He clamps down on me. Hard.  I love how muscular he keeps his hole.  I fuck him fast and hard.  The sound of our damp bodies slapping together fills the tiny room.

I grease up my hands.  My left enters him effortlessly—once he decides to let me in.  And I go deep.  Then the right finds its way in.  I alternate hands.  I go a little deeper each time.  And give a little more of a twist on the pull out.  The pouch of his jock is awash with his precum.  He can’t stop.  Occasionally I bend over and taste him—then drive my fist as deeply into him as I can.

I do my speculum.  I crank it open and begin fingering his prostate. This makes his cock drip that much more.  I bend and lick up it up.  This time I spit it into his wide open hole.  I finger his precum deeply into his willing hole.

I don’t bother with my toys.  He has brought his Mr. Hankey special toys.  I pick up something that is thicker than my arm.  It goes into him easily after a hit of poppers.  He can take it, milk and push it back at me.  I keep driving it in—he keeps shoving it out, back into my hands.  It’s incredibly hot.

I break with the toys and fuck again. 

“You going to give me your cum?”

I tell him of course, but not yet.

We take a break to rest his legs—and go to the rim seat.  I wipe a little excess lube off him with a towel—and I get under the seat.  I actually miss the seal on my mouth we had before, but I love how open his hole is now.  My tongue can snake into him as deeply as it has ever gone.  And he’s lubing now—a wonderfully viscous fluid that keeps dripping onto my tongue.

We’ve been there a long time.  My jaw aches.  It’s back to the sling. 

I fuck.

We play with a toy that stretches for width not depth.

Then a different giant dong that goes as deep as I’ve ever seen any man take anything.

His hole is getting tired.  We both know it’s time for me to shoot.

I wipe off some extra lube on the outside of his hole—and taste it.  Instantly my dick stands back up, fully hard.  He has pushed out, giving me the beginnings of a rosebud to lick.  My cock loves how it sticks into my mouth.  He moans as my tongue works over the folds of skin.  My cock is now drooling.  It’s time.  I want to see my cum in the petals of the rosebud.

I stand up. 

 I fuck Randy hard.

He grinds back. 

He’s a cum collector and knows how to work his ass for maximum pleasure.  He is milking me.  He wants to feel me erupt.  He takes a hit and begins to repeat:  “Shoot it.  Shoot it, man.  Give me your cum.”

I can’t hold back.  I am so ready to seed this young man.

And suddenly it’s there.  I fire off spurt after spurt.  I can’t stop.  His ass clamps down on me.  He wants every drop and tells me so.  I collapse on his chest, cock still in his hot, wet mancunt.

I stay immobile until my dick begins to go down.  I slide down to my knees.  “Push,” I whisper.  “Let me see it.”

He does.  The rosebud emerges, now dripping with white cum.  I lick him clean as he shivers.  I don’t swallow all of it.  I save some to share…

Since a picture is worth 978 words, in this case, I have posted a few from his twitter account. 

And with writing that we now have 1000 words.