Working Over Jay

 My Playroom—October, 2020

 Fuck!  What a difference a picture makes to my memories of a session.  That ass…I found it on my phone, just as I began to type this up.  I also made a few more notes…so here goes…

We found each other on AssPig.  We had talked for months.  Jay was young, early 30’s and terrifically tall and lean.  And hairy.  And, from his talk, a true pig.  And suddenly we were under the gun—he was moving west, far enough away that it would be hard to connect.  So we met…

 I go up the stairs to the playroom.  I have sent him up before me.  I am in my leathers—as he asked me to be.  I open the door.  He is on his knees—looking up at me in anticipation.  He is in a leather jock, chaps, boots and harness.  I walk to him and stand with the pouch of my dirty jock inches from his face.  My hand goes to the back of his head—and I pull him into the pouch and the mound of hardening cock it tries to hide.  He inhales deeply and begins to tongue me through the fabric.  His teeth pull the fabric away and my cock bounces out, slapping him in the face.  He grunts and takes me into his mouth.  He gives great head.  I let him set the tempo…and then grab his head and fuck his mouth.

I pull off of him.  We are both panting.  He leans in and gets my balls sopping wet.  Then back to my cock.  Back and forth.

I need to taste him.  I tell him to get on the fuckbench.  He scrambles up on it and wiggles his ass in anticipation.  My tongue plunges in.  He tastes of soap and sweat.

I eat him out for a very long time.

I stand up.  My cock slaps his upturned ass.  I poke at his hole…and then slide in.   I bottom out and he groans.  I fuck him with short strokes—and then increasing in length.

“Let me taste my ass.”

I pull out, move around and feed him my cock.  He licks me clean of all his ass juices.

I fuck him again—and then grab the eggheaded dildo.  He takes the toy easily—but not me with it. 

I pull it out and just fuck him again.

We change to the sling—after he discards his harness.

I eat his juicy ass again. 

I make it juicier with a shot of piss.  My tongue pushes all the pale liquid that is clinging to his ass hair into his now puffy hole.  He loves this—and tells me so.  I fuck him a long time.  I change up with the big black butt plug.  I work it in…and slap the base of it with my fist, feeling it jiggle in his butt.  The poppers open—and then I do it again and he groans in sheer pleasure.

We break as he wants to lose the chaps.  Once they are in a pile on the floor, he hops back in the sling and I rim and fuck his now sloppy hole. 

I do a few lateral stretches with my eight fingers.  He likes this and tells me so.  I go back and forth between tongue, cock and fingers.

The speculum is next.  I crank it open easily.  My fingers snake in and stroke his prostate.  He tells me he’s had a speculum…but no one has ever played with him while it’s open.  I grin—and stroke it again—then stand up and slide my cock into the opening the speculum has made.  He pants.  His cock twitches—getting half hard again.

We break on the bed.  A brief spooning.  Suddenly he rolls over and finds my cock with his mouth.  He leaves some deep throat saliva and then impales himself on me.  I watch our reflection in the large mirror behind the bed—showing me how hot my dick looks going into his ass from an entirely different perspective. 

We go back to the sling.  I eat his freshly fucked hole.

“I have to piss…” he groans.

“Do it.”

“You want it…?”

“Piss yourself.  Let me taste it.”

He lets go—so it all sluices down his hairy ass crack and onto my tongue.  I have to keep swallowing or drown.  When it lets up a little, I can poke some into his ass with my tongue.  He groans and mutters things under his breath…of which I can only catch “...fucking pig….”  I wonder which of us he means…

I use the biggest toy on him—the one that reminds me of a perverted Christmas tree.  He takes the ever bigger ridges of it easily.

We fuck on the floor.  Once with him on his knees.  Another time with me on the rimseat mat.

Only then do I begin to fist him…first on the bench, then the sling…

I fuck between alternating hands:  Left, Right, Cock.  Left, Right Cock.  And finally I work my cock into him with my left hand in place.

He groans—looking up into the mirror above the sling.

“I’m jerking off in your ass.”

This sends another splash of his own piss all over his chest.

***

It’s time for the rimseat.  I want to taste his now totally wrecked hole.  I get him up and then have him lean into the sling.  I piss his ass crack…with a few spurts deep into his butt.  I move to under the seat.  He sits.  He toys with me.  He lets me lick off whatever piss is clinging to the outside.  Only then does he open his hole—for just a quick splash on my tongue.

I groan.  He lets go.  It’s not a lot…but enough piss sluices out of him for me to make me take my hand off my cock.

I clean him with my tongue.

He gets up—unbidden—and rides my dick as I lie there.

He knows to sit right back down on my face, giving me the dripping mess of his ass.

“I need to breed you,” I mumble around the lips of the hole smashed on my face.

He stands and pulls me up.  He gets on the bench.  I sink into him.  I only need a few strokes to give him my load.

I pant.  Compose myself.

And take the picture…