Ross In Full Bloom

 North of Home—January, 2021

I hadn’t seen Ross, the man with the amazing rosebud, for quite awhile.  No, that parenthetical phrase isn’t quite right.  I hadn’t seen Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, for quite awhile. 

That’s better. 

He had returned to Michigan to work and now lived to the north of me.  We made plans to meet, but they were cancelled by Covid.  By January, He was ready to get back to play.  I told him how I had been playing—in my ‘meet a man and then wait’ scenario.  He was fine with that.  I made sure I had a full two weeks of no play or contact before I drove to his place, packing the sling and rimseat.

Ross is tall and lithe.  He is still athletic in build—trim and toned, and most importantly, very flexible.  His hair is cut a little shorter, so the curls are not as prominent. 

We hugged…and he helped me lug the equipment to his bedroom.  He had cleared lots of space.  The sling fit next to his bed, which is covered with a protective spread.  We slid a tarp under the frame—and layered towels on it to avoid run off.  The rimseat fit at the foot of the bed where it faced a huge floor length mirror—so Ross wwould be able to watch himself get eaten out.

He left me for a final check—and I stripped down to my Fukdto jock and boots…

 

He kneels, naked, but for a badly stretched out jock, on the tarp at the business end of the sling.  He inhales the musk from my jock.  He gives a slight moan and begins to lick.  My cock jumps—knowing that he is turned on by the reek of past sex imbedded in the jock pouch.  Soon enough, most of my cock is down his throat.  I look down.  He is hard himself—a very respectably sized dick is jutting out from the useless pouch of his jock.

“Would you do me a favor?”  he asks.

“Sure.”

“I want to improve my deep throating…”

I hold his head and begin a slow face fucking.  I am slightly deeper into him…but not where he wants me.

“The bed…” he mumbles.

He crawls up on the bed and lays on his back with his head hanging over the edge.  I slap his face with my still wet cock.  I love the hollow sound it makes on his cheek.  He opens and I begin the face fuck.  Even on the first stroke, I am slightly deeper than before.  I do a series of three thrusts and pull all the way out to let him catch his breath.  On the fourth set of three I plunge a little deeper.  When I pull out, thick ropes of spittle cling to my cock.  I use my dick to smear it all over his face.  He pants and opens his mouth wide for another round. 

I repeat the hard fuck.  I go deeper.  He gags as I pull out.  There is a ton more spittle.  This time I wrap the slimy strings around my fingers.  I reach across him and push two fingers into his hole.  His ass lips part eagerly for the wet invaders.  We are both love this.  A lot. 

I fuck his face some more—using the deep throat spittle each time to lube his ass.

I spin him around on his back and fuck his hole for the first time in almost two years.  I sink in easily.  The spittle feels incredibly slick. 

“Give me your mouth again.  Taste your ass.”

He spins himself around and I fuck his face.  I go deeper yet.  And bottom out.  Only for one quick stroke, but he takes all of me. 

“Ass,” I bark out and he spins again, his legs pressed to his chest and whimpering.  I plunge in and fuck him, my cock covered with more of his deep throat goodness…

*

We have moved to the sling.

I have eaten his now gaping hole repeatedly—and reprimanded him for beginning to push his rosebud out.  “Save it!”

We fuck. 

Again and again.

We fuck with two of my fingers alongside my cock.

Soon enough, it’s my whole hand slipping into him as I pull out my cock.

Then my cock sliding into my hand as I leave it in his hot, wet hole.  I fuck like this repeatedly; reveling in the feel of my fingers on my cock, wrapped in his crimson, wet flesh.

I pull out, cock first, then my left hand.  My cock parts those red lips and goes back in.  I begin to piss.  Ross’ eyes grow wide.

“Hot!” he groans.  “It’s so heavy.”

I fuck a little, still streaming piss deep into his guts.  When my bladder is spent, I pull my cock out, grease up my hand and push into his bloated gut.  I pull out, bringing a shower of piss with me. 

Again I go in.  Pull out—and it is raining piss onto the tarp.

I fist him until there can’t be much piss left in him, but I decide to see if that’s true…

“Rimseat!”

I get under and he sits on the seat.  I poke my tongue up into his wet, pissed out hole.  He clamps for a minute then relaxes his muscles, allowing his hole to open and my tongue to go deep.  It’s glorious, feeling Ross now repeatedly squeezing down on my tongue with his hole.  And while he tastes of my piss—there is nothing left in him for me to drink.

“Give it to me.”

He knows what I want.  His ass flowers open and the rose bud emerges—engulfed in my mouth.  He pulls it back into him and then gives it to me again.  It is such a mind fuck for him to be fucking my ovaled mouth with his guts.  I stop stroking my dick or it will go off.  Ross keeps it up, until it is just too much for both of us.

We get up and drink from our water tumblers…and he tells me he needs to piss. 

“Don’t waste it.”

I get in the sling.  He stands and coats my hairy ass crack with a massive clear piss stream.  He plays it over my balls and hole, with an occasional splash up on my cock and stroking hand.  Soon the stream peters out, and I tell him to clean me up.  He gets down on his knees and begins to lick it up.  He cleans my balls.  He lovingly gathers every drop clinging to the hair in my crack, slurping noisily.  Then he begins to drill his tongue into my hole.  He tosses me his poppers…I ignore them for a moment…and then I crack open the bottle.

A hit…and it’s amazing.  His tongue is incredible.  He keeps spitting onto my hole so he has more to lick up. 

I hold my cock straight up.  It takes a ton on concentration, but I begin to piss.  My cocks a fountain coating my balls before it drips—and soon runs—down my crack.  Ross licks up every drop he can…

*

We have played for over two hours.

Ross is back in the sling.

It’s breeding time.  I have worn his ass out with my hands, but he can still take dick.  And he wants the load.

I give it to him gladly.  Deep.  Letting every blast rock my body…

 

Hit the ‘Ross’ link at the bottom of the page, for pictures of his hot ass.  Though I don’t have a shot of that rosebud…I’m always too busy at that moment!