Palm Springs: Tight Hole

Palm Springs—September, 2021

I woke the next day feeling really refreshed.  There is nothing like getting off to make me sleep soundly.  I made tea and sat at my computer.  After such a full day of sex at CCBC, I was planning on taking Thursday as a night off from carnal pursuits.  But of course I signed in to BBRT to check my mail.

And there I was on the home page…the most viewed profile of the day.  I also had an incredibly full inbox to answer.  Many were local men asking for sex from when the quick connect ad  had been posted before leaving for CCBC—as if I’d decide to do something other than what I’d written.  And then there were a ton of guys saying hello from around the world.  Flattering, of course, but it took me a couple days to thank them all.

There was one who made my depleted balls start to churn.  He lived around the corner from my host.  He didn’t ask me to change my plans, but to consider his ass another time.  He happened to be free these next two nights. His pictures showed a hot ass…Long story short, he came to the house that night to try me on for size…

 

I have moved the sling and a rimseat into my bedroom.  Rich comes to the front door—right on time.  He comes in and has to run the gauntlet of meeting my hosts as well as me.  But I quickly shepherd him into my room at the other end of the sprawling house.  I have just my robe on over a clean jock and boots.  He strips quickly.  He is just under my age—and slim and trim and toned.  He is maybe 5’10”.  His hair is a nice mix of blond and grey. 

Rich is nervous.  He can’t stop talking.  All the usual questions of “Where are you from?”  “What are you doing here?”  “How do you know the hosts?”  “I’ve heard about the parties they give…”

I answer each of the questions and finally stop him with a kiss.  This seems to help.  Without any suggestion he goes to his knees and starts to suck me.  He can’t quite open wide enough and knows it.  “It’s the biggest that I’ve ever had,” he says sheepishly.

“Get up on the bed, I want to eat your ass.”

He scrambles up on all fours.  His ass is perfectly rounded.  It is very smooth except for a very hairy crack.  I burrow in.  He sighs.  And asks how I like Palm Springs…

I ignore him and keep spitting into his tight pucker.  I over lube my dick as I do it.  I can tell he’s tight.  I finally trickle some lube down his crack and stand up.  My cock touches his hole.  He tenses.  My head pops in.

“Oh, shit!”

I stop, but leave my cock in place.  I stroke his back.  “To answer your question—I have been having a great time.  They guys here have been great.  Very friendly…”

“I love it out here,” he tells me.

I say something else inane to keep his mind off his ass…for I am slowly pushing in—quite easily when he’s distracted.  I stop moving and tell him.

“No way...” 

So I begin to fuck to prove it.  He clamps down a little, but not like before.  He asks for pictures.  “I have a friend who won’t believe I took you.” 

I snap some.

 

“Can we try the sling?”

I agree—and get his legs up in the stirrups.  I eat his hole again.  He is really relaxing now.  My tongue goes deep.  Tasting my precum and saliva. 

I stand up and slide in again.  Easily.  The sling has worked its magic.  He is taking me to the hilt and there is that wonderful ‘I’m really getting fucked’ look on his face.

I fuck slowly and build the speed.                      

I take a picture of this, too.

I fuck in long strokes. 

I am feeling super hard, now that his hole is mine.  I stand still and push the sling off my dick and pull him back on to it.  Rich loves this.  I do it over and over.

I suggest the rimseat.

He’s tentative again—but sits down on it once I’m under.  His timidity vanishes the moment my tongue plows deeply into his ass.  He begins babbling and stroking his slowly erecting dick.  His ass had begun to jizz in the sling.  I’m now treated to a steady drip onto my tongue.

“I want your load,” he moans above me.

I am fine with that.  It doesn’t need to be a marathon fuck tonight.

I tap his legs and he rises.

Back at the sling, I slide in.  “I am going to breed you,” I tell him.

“Do it,” he whispers.  “I want to take you home inside of me…”

My dirty mind instantly wonders if he has a boyfriend who loves sloppy seconds.

The thought is just enough to make me shoot.  It’s a mild orgasm.  But still feels great.

I pull out and snap a picture of his used ass…