A Brief Meeting with Jake

 

My Playroom—September, 2020

The next two men I played with were also fisting buds. 

The first was Jake. Jake is likely the man I have known the longest with who I am still playing.  We have known each other close to 25 years or more now.  We don’t see each other often, but when we do, we can pick up right where we left off.

Once again he was headed down for some sort of socially distanced church gathering and hoped to stop at my place on the way back.  Timings worked out and he arrived as scheduled.

 

We go upstairs and get almost naked.  Jake is looking good.  No letting himself go during lockdown.   We chat.  I learn he has also been with a bondage Master while down with the church group.  His hole and testicles have been worked hard.  He kneels and takes my cock out of my jock.    It disappears into his mouth.  He is able to take me down to the root—until I fully harden.  He chokes and I quickly pull out. 

I tell him to get on the fuck bench.  I kneel behind him and tongue his hole.  His ass lips are already swollen as if I’d been using him for hours.  I love the feel of the used hole on my tongue. I stand up and fuck.  But not for long.  I can barely feel myself in him.  His hole has been manhandled.  I slap his ass hard.  He tightens down a little—but not much.  I add the egg headed dildo and double fuck him.  Now we’re talking.  I love how it can make any hole feel tight with me wedged snugly next to the plastic.

We change over to the sling.

I eat his hole again.

I fuck.

And grease up my hand while I hammer into him.

My left glides in.  I feel his ass snap around my wrist.  I pause.  I turn my hand ever so slightly and pull it out. 

I grease up the right.  I do the same with it.

Back and forth.

I fuck him again.  Briefly.  And retire the cock to the pouch.

Left.

Right.

Again and again.

I use the big black butt plug.  His ass swallows it easily and he groans as his ass lips close around the small shaft of its base.

We break for a moment and stretch out together on the bed.  

Jake is almost instantly asleep.  I let him doze for a time—then get up. 

This wakes him—and we do another fist round in the sling.

We stop soon enough.  It’s a combination of his ass wearing out and he has to get home.

A short session, but nice to reconnect.

He showers.

I look at a surprising text on my phone…

But that’s next time.

 

 

(The graphic is a picture of the Joe Louis sculpture in Detroit.)