Spit Roasting Braydon

Near Home—February, 2020

Braydon is the young cub who I met and bred at the bookstore last fall.  He was so much fun I suggested he come to the playroom the next day to be fucked by both Don and Reid.  (Those exploits are here and here.)  Braydon wanted another meet right after that—but I was off to Indiana to work until the end of the year.

Once home, we tried again.  He had a new job, so he had a much fuller schedule and I had all that business travel to Memphis.  We finally aligned our schedules toward the end of February.  We wanted to use the playroom—but Michigan hit a cold snap and I could not get the temperature up in the second story of my drafty Victorian home to where either of us would be comfortable naked.  We decided to go back to the bookstore.  It was a Friday afternoon—and both of us kind of hoped other men would want to join us…

There are quite a few cars in the lot.   I go in, pay, piss and go into the straight cinema.  At the front of the theatre, a man and woman are ringed by all the other men in the place.  She is bouncing on his dick—and is occasionally instructed to suck one of the bystanders.  I don’t see my bearded cub among this group.  I pass a clean shaven guy in the doorway who smiles at me.  Wait…that’s Braydon.  He has cut the bushy beard off for his new employers.  We go into the gay cinema.  He does not even want to be in the same room as the girl.

We catch up a little—for there is no one there.  We won’t disturb anyone with our talking.  But soon enough he is on his knees, between my splayed legs, unbuttoning my Army issue pants.

“I’ve missed this,” he says, hefting my thickening cock.

He sucks my cock to life.  He has it drooling onto his tongue in no time.  I move his head down to my balls.  I jerk as he licks them, leaving the hairy orbs sopping wet.

The door opens. A guy in his 40’s stands to the side and watches us.  He unzips when we make no move to stop.  He strokes a pretty average sized dick.

“Here.”  I gesture for him to come closer.  He does.  I hunker down in the chair a little, grab his cock and guide it into my mouth.  He gasps but lets me blow him as his eyes never leave Braydon sucking me.  Braydon grins and makes a show of it:  pulling off so the guy can see the full length, teasing the piss slit with his tongue to make me precum, licking it up and swallowing when I do.

I move down to the guy’s much bigger balls and give a slight pull on Braydon’s shoulder.  He knows what I want.  He come up and sucks the guy as I give the guy’s balls the same treatment Braydon gave mine.

It’s too much for him.  “I’m going to cum.”  But he pulls away and splatters all over the floor.  He won’t let either of us lick him clean either.  So instead I tell Braydon to get naked so I can eat his ass.  In no time, he is in nothing but athletic socks and bent over a chair.  The spent guy watches me kneel behind Braydon’s ass and stick my tongue into it.  Fuck.  He’s warm and moist.  I get so caught up in the rimming, I don’t hear the guy leave, but when I stand up to fuck, he’s gone.

I sink into Braydon’s wet hole.  Full length in one slow push.  His hole flowers open—so ready to receive me.  “Fuck, I love your dick…” he mumbles.

I begin to fuck.  I don’t even pause as the door opens.  Another mid 40’s man enters.  He sits in a chair even with us.  He takes his dick out as I drool some spit on my cock, where it lands with a soft splat.  I fuck it into Braydon. 

I look over at the new guy.  His cock is bigger than the other man—and very red.  Braydon has seen it too.  He begins making slightly louder grunts and groans.  He keeps glancing at the guy.

I look over at the stroker.  “Give him what he wants.”

It takes a moment for him to decide.  He watches me slap Braydon’s ass and pick up the pace of the fuck—and then he’s on his feet.  He brings his dick to Braydon’s mouth.

“That’s it.  Spit roast him.” 

I watch the guy’s face.  It’s obvious Braydon is doing a good job.  I am fucking Braydon hard enough that I am pushing him onto the guy’s engorged dick. 

“Do you want a turn on his ass?”

He grins.  “I would…but…Shit!”  And he begins filling Braydon’s mouth with his cum.  He stands stock still and I can see the four spurts his dick makes mirrored on his face.  Braydon cleans up every drop on his cock before he releases the man’s balls.  The man steps back, spent. 

Braydon pulls off me, turns and drools some of the man’s cum on my dick.  “Now fuck that into me.” 

I grin and do it.  The cub has just taken a page from my playbook.  I drill my cum splattered cock into him as deeply as I can.

“That is so hot,” the spent guy whispers.  He steps closer to watch his seed disappear into the cub.  Eventually, he zips up and leaves.  Braydon instantly spins around and clean my cock.  And we kiss.

I eat his ass again—now flavored with the guy’s seed and my precum.  I lick and swallow and spit.

Braydon rides my dick as I sit back in the chair.  I love the wet sound we make, each time I spear up into him.

But Braydon wants me to be in control.   He gets up and bends back over the chair saying, “I should get out of here, but not without your cum.”

I eat his butt again.  Just enough to get me on the edge.

I push into his hairy hole and fuck my load into him. A week’s worth of jizz blasts out.  I stroke until his hole looks frothy— with my cum hanging on the hairs around his ass.  Only then do I pull out and let Braydon clean my dick…