...and a Briefer Meeting with Marco

 

My Playroom—September, 2020

(This picks up right where the last post left off…)

 

Jake showers.

I look at a surprising text on my phone…

I don’t answer it until Jake is out the door.

Marco has responded to a text I’ve sent him.  (Marco has not appeared very often, these last few years, in these posts.  He was my roommate for a number of leather weekends until he found a boyfriend during one of them.  While they are not sexually exclusive, it has certainly slowed down our play.)

I had written Marco that while packing up the house, I found an old sling I had inherited—did he still want it?

I read the text.  Marco wants it.  And he is on the road—coming back from his boyfriend’s place.  He can actually come by and pick it up.  Would that work?

I write back that it would—and I would see him that evening.

He arrives just after I finish the dishes from my evening meal.  He looks great.  We have three years to catch up on.  We try to do just that…and then he asks:  “Do you want to play?”

I let him know what I just did with Jake—and I know he’s been with someone all weekend, too.  But we go for it.  He does a brief clean up and we go upstairs.  He still has four hours of driving until he gets home, so we are on the clock.

Marco climbs right up on the fuck bench.  I kneel and tongue that muscle ass.  He groans.  “That feels so good after all that driving…”

I tongue him deep and leave a lot of spit behind.

I stand up.  My cock slides all the way in.  One stroke and I bottom out in him.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your dick…”

I fuck him.  Hard and fast.

Marco’s head come up and watches me plow his ass in the mirror in front of him.

I slow down—and we move to the sling.

I eat his well fucked hole.

I fuck it again.

And grease up my hands.

I slide into him.  Repeatedly.  Over and over.  His ass controls whether I am allowed to enter—or not.  He can tighten down for a moment before he relaxes the sphincter and I slide home.  This time I hit the spot and he drools some piss onto his stomach.  I lick it up.

I move on to the speculum.  I know he loves the stretch.  I crank it open—and play with his prostate, brushing my fingers over it. 

Then I add my cock.  Metal to the sides and warm, wet Marco above and below my shaft.

“Can you get off?” he asks.

Even with both sessions—I am nowhere near cumming.  I tell him so.

“Then give me your hand again—and I should hit the road.”

I close the speculum and slide my left into him.  I do a really fast back and forth of my left and right—almost punch fisting it—about three times.  Marco groans in ecstasy.

And we are done.

He showers.

We take the sling out to his car…and he’s gone.

About two hours later, I have a raging hard on.  I stroke to some Jake Morgan porn and load the jock bound for the Southern Hemisphere…

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

Hit Marco’s name below for some great pics of hands in his ass…)