Working the Rimseat

Grand Rapids—January, 2019

My first sex play of the new year was the group which meets to the north of me.  I took my sling and the rimseat.  I set them up in the usual places—the rimseat tucked in a corner (with a yoga mat under it to lie on) and the sling in the opposite corner, making sure that the top could watch the action on the leather covered bed.

Downstairs, I found more than a dozen men beginning to undress.  Once they were clothed in jock or underwear, they went up the stairs and began to play.  I stripped quickly and joined them.

As I started writing this up, I realized that it was sounding exactly like every other gathering of this group.  Now that’s not bad.  But I wanted something slightly different to write about.  It was then I remembered the moment on the rimseat—and the four of us who couldn’t seem to leave it…

It is early in the night.  There has been the moment when everybody sucks everybody else’s cock.  Now, we’ve paired up for the first fuck—men on all fours, men on their backs—five bottoms are on the bed with five hard cocks slamming into them.  The sling is being used, too—one guy with a hard cock in both his holes.  Two other men sit in chairs, stroke and watch us as we fuck.

As if on cue, the tops move around the bed, fucking a new hole.  Bottoms have to adjust to a different sized cock in them; to the depth of the thrusts; to the speed which they are now being impaled.  I love how I go from a roomy ass to a very tight one.  From a furry butt to an all but hairless one.

This change is too much for one top.  With an explosive grunt he is suddenly unloading in one of my favorite men.  The lucky bottom is a former dancer with an ass that can suck cum out of just about any man.  The top, slightly embarrassed, goes downstairs until his erection returns.  I beckon the loaded bottom to come join me on the rimseat.  He knows just what I want and is eager to share.

His bubble butt quickly blocks out the dim light of the room.  I carefully lick up the cum that has been caught on the hairs of the ex-dancer’s ass.  I grunt my approval.  He is keeping his hole clenched tight.  I poke my tongue into his loaded ass. 

At that moment my hand is knocked away from where it is stroking my cock.  Some man sits on me.  He’s thin and his legs are hairy and his ass is wet—that’s all I can tell about him.  I burrow into the tight hole above me.  It’s the loaded bottom’s turn to groan.  I open him slightly.  Just enough to get a single pearl of cum on the tip of my tongue.  I push it right back into him, hoping for more.  I want that avalanche of jism pouring into my mouth.

My cock is being ridden by an increasingly wet hole as I poke and prod the ass on my face.  I am not getting any more cum.  The top did have a big dick—so he shot really deep into the milking hole.

I feel movement on either side of my ears.  Someone is standing astride the seat.  He pulls the ex-dancer up and for a moment I can see that it’s a top who who comes here with his vers boyfriend.  He plows the dancer’s ass.  Three merciless strokes into the tight hole with his fat cock.  He guides the man back down on the seat. 

The fucking has opened the hole for me.  A dollop of cum drops onto my tongue.  I groan, letting them all know I am being fed out of the ass I’m licking.  The man fucking himself on me speeds up, thinking I’m going to cum.

Ex-dancer is pulled up again.  Three more brutal fuck strokes go into his ass.  This time the top holds the man bent over in place and does a knee bend so I can lick his cum slick dick.  I clean the head and then he puts the man back down on the seat.  I am rewarded with a slow trickle of cum.  The bottom can feel it running out of him.  He whimpers as my tongue cleans him up.

“You want more?” asks the reaming top. 

I grunt something that is unintelligible. He takes it as a yes, hefts the bottom aloft again and gives him a brief power fucking.  Down he’s pushed on my face.  This time I get the mother lode.  Cum rains out of his ass.  It is all over my tongue and beard.  I groan and sputter and swallow.  I try for every drop.

The Ex-dancer stands up, rather shakily.  I can see now that the man on my cock is the vers partner of the top who is still standing behind the rimseat.

“Switch places,” he tells the two bottoms.

His partner eagerly gets off my cock and replaces the man on the seat.  The ex-dancer stretches for a moment before settling down on my ass juiced cock.  My tongue is eagerly exploring the new, meatier butt opened by the rimseat.  He has had at least three cocks in him at this point tonight.  He’s wet with his own juices, mixed precum and now my saliva.  I noisily eat him out.

Once again the man behind us wants to fuck.  He gives his partner a few strokes—then let’s me clean his dick and then has me go back to eating his boy’s hole.  It’s amazing how much wetter he is—and how pronounced the cock leakage is from the top behind me.  This is really turning him on.

I love the varied strokes I’m getting from the ex-dancer riding me.  Sometimes it’s a lazy fuck—other times he builds to a frenzy of impaling himself on my rigid dick.  He keeps it varied.  And once, he pulls off to taste his own ass on my dick, before fucking himself again.

I am deep in the ass above me, my tongue as rigid as my dick.  He is pulled up again.  The top fucks him—but with an urgency I haven’t seen yet tonight.  The top fucks and groans—and shoots a load into his partner.

“Eat my load, fucker,” he hisses out.  “Eat it.”

Someone else comes over to clean his dick.  My world is blacked back out as the loaded ass sits again.  He is wide open.   My tongue simply touches his puffy ass lips and I get a waterfall of cum onto my tongue.  I swallow it all…

*****

For the record, I did lots more fucking.  Including our Host when he got in the sling.  His hot BF and I took turns on him until we both dropped our loads deep inside, long after the others had gone home.