“Can I Cum In Your Boy?”

Public Health Clinic—October, 2018

It was after I showed Brody, from the last post, out the door, that I went to the phone and got a message that no one wants to get—a message from a fuck bud saying I might have been exposed to chlamydia.  Now it’s the news I didn’t want to get.  I am a firm believer that you tell the people you play with if you find out exposure was possible.  I made a mental list of the men I’d played with since that particular guy, and it was pretty long.  While I had no symptoms, I went straight to the clinic and got a full battery of tests.  I think I’ve talked before that I test for HIV at least once a year and for the curable bacterial infections every four months or so, with the rate I play.  On the way home, I realized there were about 8 more men I should contact if I indeed had picked it up.

The good news was that in five days time, I got a clean bill of health. 

I am thankful I play with many guys who think as I do:  that we are truly a band of brothers looking out for each other.  Not every exposure = an infection.  But I want to check it out and nip the spread of it in the bud.

Thus endeth the PSA for today.  Let’s get back to a hot threeway.

Northwest Indiana—October, 2018

I was working again in Amish country in Indiana.  I got the phone results of my tests the day before I was to have Don and his partner Reid to my hotel for a threeway.  I let them know we didn’t have to cancel.  Now they are the couple who the bottom, Don, finally told his partner about seeing me once or twice a year.  It so turned Reid on, we arranged the threeway…after we had bumped into each other by chance in a bookstore.  You read about that meeting in ‘Beer Can with a Downward Hook.’ 

I have the afternoon off.  The sling is up, only slightly cramped next to my king sized bed.  The rimseat is set up on the other side of bed.  They are right on time.  Don, 50, is always well put together.  He looks great, his clothes flattering to the now slight tummy he’s reducing.  He excuses himself to ‘check things’ in my bathroom.  Reid and I finally get to talk a little as we wait.   We sit, two tall, older, lanky men, me in my jock and boots and he fully dressed on the end of my bed and look at the kinky German porn playing on my computer.  He’s never seen anything like it.  And he likes it—from the growing bulge in his jeans.  He gets up and strips down to nothing.  That monster of a cock really likes what is happening to Rod Painter in the video.  I kneel in front of him and, when it’s not fully hard, I get more of him into my mouth.

Don emerges from the bathroom and is visibly excited by us already playing.  He kneels next to me and we both have more than enough dick to lick.  I pass it to him.  I watch how much more he can take into his mouth.  I lick Reid’s balls, which begin to pull up into him.

I stand up.  Don goes from cock to cock.  From Big to Bigger.  Back and forth.  In a moment of madness he tries to get the heads of both our dicks in his mouth at the same time.  There’s no way—but it feels hot to be head to head with another dripping dick.

I ask if I can taste Don’s hole.  He kneels on the bed.  I dive in.  Reid moves around so he can continue to feed his boy that beer can of a dick.  I tongue Don, prodding his hole open.  I stand up.  I lock eyes with Reid.  I slap my dick against the wet hole.  He looks down at my dick, poised to enter Don.

“Do it,” he says hoarsely.

I slide into his man.  Don chokes around the dick in his mouth.

Reid’s eyes come back up to mine.  He is grinning.  “Fuck that boy.  Make him feel it.”

I do.  I fuck him so that my hips are slapping against his upturned ass.  Reid clambers off the bed and watches me fuck from the side.  He comes around behind me.  The curve of his cock is against my ass crack.  He reaches under me and adds a finger into his boys hole so my cock travels over it. This makes his dick throb.

I pull out with a “Fuck him.”

He does.  And not gently.  I make Don clean my dick, but come back to the side position to watch the fuck.  I ask to taste the ass juices all over Reid’s dick.  He looks surprised for a moment, but then gladly gives me a taste.  He lets me lick, then pumps it back into his boy.  The next time he pulls out all on his own.  He likes having me there.  I swab up the ass juice with my tongue and this time I guide his cock back into the winking hole.  He seems to love that.  He pulls out of Don again and again for me to lick and re-insert.

“Let’s do the sling.”

I go first once again on Don’s now juicy hole.  Reid does put his dick in Don’s mouth, but until it’s his turn, he mostly sits alongside the sling and watches me plow his partner.  Don’s eyes dart from me, to the mirror above the sling so he can watch his ass get filled and then to the side to see how Reid is taking it.

Soon enough I pull out and let Reid go in.  Don’s eyes are wide open, staring at the mirror, as that curved beer can presses against his now puffy hole.   

It’s my turn to sit on the bed and watch them fuck.  It’s intense and primal.  Reid is fucking him relentlessly.  I stroke to the live porn happening inches from me.  Soon, I move around behind Reid.  I kneel and his ass connects with my tongue on his backstroke.  He finds a way to give a slight grind into my face before fucking back into the hole.

We change up again.  It’s not long before Don asks for a rest—and has a request.  “You have to really eat Reid’s ass.  I’ve told him how good you are.”

Reid gets in the sling, claiming never to have been in one before.  I go to work.  I have him panting and growling in no time.  He strokes his dick.  Don watches, loving that his partner is getting a taste of what he feels.

“I can’t get deep enough,” I tell them.  “Let’s move to the rimseat.”

I get under.  This is certainly a new experience for Reid.  He sits gingerly.  His hole is pulled open by the seat and my tongue enters him as deeply as any tongue ever has… “Argh!” he grunts in all out pleasure.  Don is busy sucking my cock as I eat out his man’s ass.  When he gets my dick totally wet he rides me, bending forward slightly to stroke his partner.  He finally stops stroking Reid when he fears he might cum.

I turn my face to the side so I can talk.  “Let me taste Don’s hole now.”

They change.  Don sits his totally wet hole on my face.  His puffy lips open and I lick deeply.  Reid stands on either side of my chest so he can feed Don his dick.  I don’t ever want to move.  It’s a perfect moment.  I am so into exactly what is happening at that moment in time.

We do move of course.  Back to the sling.  I fuck first…and suddenly Reid is right there, shooting a week’s worth of cum onto Don’s ass.  Blast after blast.  When he’s done, I pull my cock out, wipe up his cum with my fingers and wipe them on my cock.

“Fuck his seed into me.”

I do. 

I turn to Reid.  “Can I cum in your boy?”

“You fuckin’ better.”

And I blast my load inside.  I hang, spent, from the top of the sling frame, my cock deeply imbedded.  Don shoots in about five quick strokes.  I mop it up again and finger some into his ass.

“Felch me.  I promised him you would.”

I smirk and fall to my knees to sample the three mixed loads in his ass…