Palm Springs: "You Gonna Knock Me Up?"

 Palm Springs—September, 2021

Friday was another hot day, though not as blisteringly hot as my first week.  I did some shopping and sightseeing around the city after a lazy morning out in the shade by the pool.  I knew what I was doing tonight—I was fucking and fisting Jayce.  Jayce had been to the Saturday night party.  He had taken my dick in one of the slings.  He was in whore mode that night, just like me.  I waited my turn to get into him—watching two guys alternate on his ass.  I slipped in after them.  Jayce was good.  I fucked some, then pissed his crack, licked him clean and fucked him harder.  As I played with others, I saw any number of guys fuck him.  He left early, but he must have liked what I did, for he left his contact info with my host. 

Jayce lived in walking distance—now that the sun had set.  I took my eggheaded dildo and speculum and set off so I could get there on time…

 

He answers the door, all but naked, in the briefest of swimming trunks. I walk into a courtyard.  We go through a gate and go around the side of the house to the patio and pool.  There is a sling, under a large umbrella that has little LED lights along the inside ribs to give us light.  There is a table filled with lube. Another with a few dildos. 

Jayce is a great looking guy.  He could be anywhere from 40 to 55.  He has that Peter Pan look of so many well off gay men.  He is around 5’7”, trim and gym built.  His chest is covered in tight dark blonde curls.  His hair is cut short.  He is a sun worshipper and he is a lovely golden brown all over.

He climbs into the sling, getting himself into the stirrups before I can help him.  He grabs the bottle of J-lube, off the table to his side.

“I mix it myself—but I use piss instead of water.” 

He wants me to squeeze some directly into him.   A tray below the sling catches any overflow.  I spend a few minutes working it deeper with my fingers.  When he nods, I stand up and enter him.  It’s a wonderfully slick hole now.  I bang away at his prostate—making his eyes roll back into his head.  My cock is feeling wonderful with all the wetness.

I grab my eggehaeded dildo and slather it with J–lube.  It takes a moment of concentration from Jayce—and then it slips right into place.  He sighs.  His eyes grow bigger as he sees me move to add my dick along the thin shaft of the toy.  But he takes me.  Easily.   Eliciting another sigh and a “Well, fuck…”

I fuck him this way for a bit, then pull out—just so I can have the pleasure of re-entering him again.  I concentrate on how the underside of my cockhead slides along the ribs of the shaft. When I start to fuck again, it makes me moan in the back of my throat.

Jayce loves the stretch and tells me so.  This makes me fuck him harder.  I pull out the toy and sink into him again.  I fuck a few strokes before going to my knees and eating his puffy ass lips.

“You are so good at that.  I love your tongue.”

This makes me eat him even longer as I lube my hands out of his sight line.

I work the fingers of my left into him.  I’m up to all four before I know it.  I add the thumb.  A gentle twist and I am in.

“What size did you say your hands were?” he pants.

“Medium.”   I slowly rotate my fist in the other direction.

“I can usually only take small handed guys.”

I pull out, leaving the four fingers in him.  I add the four from my right and do a lateral stretch.  He sighs, and leans back blissfully, closing his eyes.

Soon enough I have my right in him.

Then I start alternating the hands.  Slowly.  Smoothly.  Methodically.

I stand up, leaving my hand in his butt.  My hard cock slides down my left wrist and into his ass.  My finger curl—and I slide between my thumb and index finger.  Jayce’s eyes open.  He looks up into the mirror.  He groans.  His free hand squeezes the pouch of his jock.

But it is a tight fit.  So I don’t linger.  I pull out, apply more lube to my hand and wrist and begin an exploration for depth.  Again, my left hand is swallowed up easily.  Then, with my middle finger out and my hand cupped, I inch forward.  I find the opening to the second hole.  I slide forward a little more.  His ass is welcoming every move I make. 

Jayce’s eyes are on the mirror.  After my wrist disappears inside him he closes them.  I work ever slower up into him.  When I finally look down at my arm—I realize I have over five inches of it up him.  That’s halfway to my elbow. 

Jayce opens his eyes.  His ass tightens down on me with the visual of how deep I am in him.

“I think…that’s it…” he breathes.

I slowly slide it out. 

It’s only been an hour.  Are we really done?

Jayce must be able to read my face.  “I only mean hand.  You can fuck me as long as you want.” 

I grin.

“I want your load,” he finishes.  “Good and deep.”

I wipe a little excess lube off the surrounding area of his hungry hole.  My cock slips in the moment I drop the towel.  I spend a good fifteen minutes going back and forth between fucking him hard and rimming him deep.  I love the piss lube he has created—so much tastier than regular J-lube.

Jayson groans.  “You gonna knock me up?”  His hand is all over the pouch of his jock.  “I want your cum, man.” 

His ass is beginning to do a constant squeeze.  Like on every stroke.  It won’t be long now.  I build it up, take one more taste of his hole, slide in and…“Fuck!”  My voice is loud, filling the night air.  I shudder and give him every drop I have.  I don’t move.  I look him in the eyes—and begin filling him with a massive piss load…