Touch and Tongue

Chicago—January, 2019

Towards the end of January, on a bitterly cold day, I drove back to Chicago.  I went to see Seth, the handsome man I’d first met at a New Year’s Eve party several years ago and again last month when he hosted me for a four way that only became truly hot when it reduced to a threeway. 

Once again I took the sling and rimseat, setting up both in his living room.  As he finished up his prep in the bathroom, I got reacquainted with his cat who was having a fabulous time leaping from the coffee table into the sling.  (I am sure there is a joke in there about the first pussy in my sling, but I’m much too much of a gentleman to say it…)

Seth and I were playing by ourselves in the afternoon.  We would open things up later that night… 

Seth comes into the room from the shower.  I’m in my Fukd jock and boots.  We kiss lightly, bodies pressed together.  His robe comes off.  We kiss again, lingeringly—and then he’s on his knees, taking my cock down his throat before it is hard.   I swell up quickly, causing him to choke.  He pulls back and works on just my dripping cock head.  I let him suckle it, then nudge him down to my balls.

“Lick them.  Don’t suck them.”

He does.  They become incredibly wet.  He pulls my cock up towards my stomach, so he can lick under them. 

I groan.  “Right there.  Get your tongue between my balls and my cock ring.”

Seth tries hard to do just that.  Over and over.

Finally, he sits in the chair.  I move between his splayed legs.  My rock hard cock fucks his mouth for a bit.  It’s my turn to kneel.  I suck his above average cock.  Inch by inch I let it enter my mouth.  I spend a long time tonguing the piss slit, as well as its entire length.  I do his balls, as gently as he did mine.  He hunkers down in the seat, so I can work under his balls, just as he has done.  I deliberately don’t go for his hairy pucker.  I lick all of his taint—savoring how hairy it is.

“Get in the sling.”

He does.

“You want it?”  I take the blindfold off the support post, dangling it before him.

“Yes.”

I fit it onto his head, adjusting the strap.  The fleece lined mask ensures that no light is coming in, and even better, that he has no idea where my fingers, tongue and cock will be next.

I begin with his nipples.  My fingers caress.  Tweak.  Twist.  My lips do the same to them.  I use my teeth briefly.

I turn his head towards me and my cock pushes into his mouth.  Just for a moment.

I move around the sling to the other side, letting my hand trail over his chest, groin, up his legs and around to the other side.  I repeat on the other nipple.  Fingers.  Fingernails.  Tongue.  Lips. And a brief face fuck.

I hunker down and for the first of countless times that day lick his ass.  He groans.  His hands are hanging on tight to the D rings of the sling.  I poke and prod his pucker.  I spit and juice it up.  But I don’t use my cock.  Just my tongue fucks his hole again and again.

I move around to the side.  This time I avoid the nipples, but work on his pits.  I am beginning to make him sweat.  I lick it up.  I share it with him in a long kiss.  I go back and make them truly sopping.  I stand up.  I wish I could piss on them, but I know that’s not his thing.  My cock head prods his underarm, collecting his fresh sweat.  When it is thoroughly coated, I let him taste it.

I pull out of his mouth and suck his drooling cock.  I kiss him, my mouth full of his precum.  It’s so good, it makes his cock drool again—so I repeat it.

I lick his hole.  Deeper.  Longer this time.

I move to the dry pit.  It becomes wet very fast with my spittle.  He tastes it on my cock again.

I go back to eating his hole.  Just a quick lick, by comparison.

I stand up and begin massaging his bare feet.  Rubbing the souls—hitting the pressure points with my thumbs.  He melts.  I suck his toes.  My fingers work between his toes, stretching them out.

I touch his wet hole with a probing finger, before I do the left foot.

I move around and massage his right palm, prying the hand free from the sling.

Now the left.  He tastes my cock again, as I face fuck him briefly.

Only now do I settle down and eat his hole for a fuck.  He is incredibly wet with the anticipation.  I love the taste of his hole.  I burrow into it.  I use my beard—and it comes out sopping.  I stand and lean over his prone body.  We kiss.  He loves the taste of himself on my tongue and beard.  It’s a long kiss.

And my cock is slowly entering him the entire time.  By the time we break the kiss, I am fully into him.

He groans.

I move ever so slowly.  A lazy fuck stroke.

In and out.  Hold it.  Lean and kiss.  Build to a stronger fuck.  Pull out and let his him lick his juices off me.

Only once do I fuck him hard—a blistering fuck that makes the chains shake.

I pull out and sooth his hole with my tongue.

Finally I remove the mask.  He squints, grinning, coming back to reality.  I bend and kiss him again.  I help him out of the sling. 

Seth stretches.  He is unsteady on his feet.  He sits in the overstuffed chair.  “Wow...”

I smile a rather crooked smile.

He stands and kisses me again.  “Get in the sling.  It’s my turn.”

I do.  Seth stirrups my feet. 

“You want the blindfold?”

“Sure.”

He gets it on me.  I grab the D rings.  His fingers trace a pattern on my ass cheeks. 

And his tongue begins to invade me…

(Next time…the delicious, tatted Miles returns to be a cum rag…)