"Don't Cum in Me!"

Indianapolis—December, 2019

I don’t remember how we met online.  I do know that we have chatted off and on for almost a dozen years.  Now that I was in the Mid-Indiana area, I wanted to see if we could finally meet.

Sam was excited I was finally closer.  His life was more complicated now as he lived with a straight family member.  But in my fourth week there he finally had the house to himself.  I asked if he wanted me to bring the sling.  He did.  He said he’d never been in one.  I told him how much room it required and he thought the living room could take it.

I found the house, finally, even though some street signs were down.  It was small—and the living room was crowded, but we moved some furniture and made it happen.  I really looked at him as we lugged a coffee table out of the room.  He was my age…a good ten years older than the pics in his profile, but that was no issue.  He was tall and thin.  He was just beginning to show a gut—which was just more pronounced with his thin build.  He had a decent cock—just under seven inches.  But I was here for his ass…

I sit on the couch.  There is just room for him to kneel in front of me with the sling set up.  “Let me get that dick nice and hard.  And good and wet.”  He is very verbal.  Each time he does something he comments on it.  “Your balls are delicious in that ripe jock.  Let me get them wetter.” 

I let him suck me at his own pace.  Only once do I push down on his head when he is struggling to take the last half inch.  He gags.  And actually has to excuse himself.  He runs from the room.  Fortunately, we both find it kinda hot.  He comes back and sucks me with gusto.

“Wanna get in the sling?”

“Yeah.  I’ve truly never been in one.”  He sits and tips back into it expertly. 

H’mmmm…

“And you are good with me going in raw?”

“Yeah…” he fingers his hole and nods.  “Just don’t cum in me.”

I slap my hard cock on his balls.  And kneel to eat his hole.  The act of rimming him makes his mouth go non-stop.  “Eat that hole.  Stick your tongue in this mancunt. Eat me out…”  On and on…but more hot than not.

I stand up and push in.  It’s an easier entry than I thought it might be, but it is still a tight hole.  This causes another gush of words.  “Fuck me.  Use me.  Fuck!”

I speed up to a blistering fuck speed.  I pound his hole—and abruptly pull it out.

“Wha…??”

“Taste your hole on my cock.”  I move around the side of the sling and shove my cock in his mouth.  

He cleans me with abandon.  When I move back to his ass, another torrent of words follow me.  “Fuck, I taste good.  That is hot.  I don’t do that very often.  You are such a perv…”

The last is cut short by my pushing into his ass again.  I fuck long slow strokes, moving the sling back and forth with me standing still.

“Fuck, that feels so good.  I want your cum in me.  I know I said I didn’t, but I don’t care.  Cum in my hole.  Cum in me!”

He has begun to jerk his cock.  He’s not fully hard anymore, but I am sure he is going to shoot pretty damn fast.

“You want my cum in your hole?”  I speed up, my hips taking over the driving fuck.

“Yes, I want your load.  I want your whole load deep inside.  I want you.  I want your cum…”  More and more as he jerks.

I have been fucking for maybe ten minutes.  Are we truly done?  I speed up the fuck even more, making the chains rattle.  And something in his constant talk flips a switch in my brain.  I am suddenly ready to breed. 

“I’m gonna load your ass.  Want it?”

“Yes!  Breed me.  Breed me deep.  Let me feel it!”

I give him three more strokes and fire off my load.  I grunt it out, holding onto the sling frame.  His cock erects.  I can just lean down and take him in my mouth, keeping me firmly in his ass, and take his load into my mouth.  Sam groans out his orgasm, his words becoming meaningless sounds.

And that is it.  We are done.

Short and sweet.  Though his cum was a little bitter…