FelchingPisser: I Live Up to My Name with Ross

 North of Me—March, 2022

Ross, of the amazing rosebud, and I had another round at his house.  I drove up with the sling.  I set it up next to his bed as he prepped our dinner for afterwards...

 

“Kneel.”

He does.  .On the tarp at the business end of the sling.  Right in front of me.  His knees touch the toes of my boots.  Ross is naked—tall and lean.  He gives a tiny shiver as I buckle the leather restraint on his right wrist.  I repeat the process on his left.  At my directive, he sits on my bed to allow me to do the ankle restraints. 

“Now on your knees and get me hard.”

My jock is already bulging.  It will not be a hard task.  His tongue zeros in on the edge of the pouch where he can lick my tightly held nuts.  He moves on to pulling the pouch away—and deepthroating my cock.  Easily.  And with hunger.  He moans and comes back up for air before doing it again.  And back up, now gasping for air.

This time, I grab the sides of his head and hold it still.  I fuck his face.  Hard.  Until he’s breathless.  I tell him I want more—but I want to fuck his face as his head hangs over the bed.  Ross scrambles up onto the bed and rolls onto his back.  His head hangs down—his mouth at the perfect level to fuck straight down his throat.  Before I do, I straddle his face.  I lower my balls into his mouth.  He licks every inch he can reach of the hairy sack.  I take half a step forward.  I do slight squat and tell him to lick my ass.  He whimpers softly as his tongue darts around my tight pucker.  Over and over—and only then do I give him what we both really want—a hard throat fucking.

I pause.  I clip the Hog Tie clips to the four restraints.  It pulls his arms and legs together.  I press down to make him immobile and fuck his throat again.  As I pull out, I get some deep throat spittle.  I wind it around my fingers, reach over him and shove it into his ass.

I unclip him so he can turn to present his ass to me on the edge of the bed. “Legs up.”  He complies and I fasten his four extremities to the clips.  I press down—and it rolls his ass up.  My cock rests on his ass lips.  I drool a big glop of spit onto my cock before I push into him.

It’s a hard fuck.  Fast and furious.  His ass flowers open.  Ross is groaning.  Telling me to fuck him as hard as I can.  I push down on the Hog Tie to change the angle of the fuck.  He takes it in his stride. I slow down and push again.  It rolls him to his side.  He is in a fetal position with the restraints.  I love the new angle and continue to drill into him.

I pause long enough to add the egg headed dildo.  My cock joins it.  He is so tight now.  Ross pants his pleasure as I fuck into his toy-tightened hole…

*

Ross is in the sling.  I have fucked him repeatedly.  I pull out one more time. I piss over his now puffy ass lips.  The piss clings to them, inviting me to kneel and clean them up with my tongue.  Fuck, I love rimming him after I have fucked him so much.  I love the taste of myself—and all the ass lube he has manufactured to protect himself from my onslaught.  I stay for a long time, my face buried in his hole.

I warm the speculum by breathing on it, add lube and slide it in.  I crank slowly.  My finger wanders over his prostrate repeatedly.  When it is wide enough, my cock goes in, too.  I fuck, moving my long cock past the ends of the medical device.

“I brought the bigger one,” I tell him.  “I’m not sure I have ever used it.”  The blades are maybe half an inch longer and half an inch wider.   If anyone of my men can take it, it is certainly Ross.  He does so, easily---and loves the stretch.  I repeat the process of slowly opening it and then, when wide enough, fucking him with it in place.

When his ass is empty again, I grease up the Ass Grommet and slip it over the length of my cock until the head of my dick emerges.  It gives my cock a huge circumference…but not too much for Ross.  I push in—and he pushes out, taking me to the root. 

I fuck him with it on me.  Then I hold the edges of the grommet in place. I pull myself out, leaving the toy inside him.  His hole gapes.  I kneel and spit into him.  I take a drink of water—and spit that into him through the grommet.  I swallow the next sip of water—and it kicks in my bladder again.  I stand up and aim at the grommet which is holding his ass open.  A long stream of piss hits his balls.  I direct it downward.  It splashes into the grommet, sluicing into his ass.

Ross groans.  I fuck into the toy—still spraying the last of the piss.  I fuck his piss drenched ass.  It is hot and wet.  When I pull out, the toy comes with me, on my dick.  I kneel and eat his pissed out hole as Ross mumbles encouragement…

*

It’s time for fist.  My greased left slides into him with ease.  I do it again—and add my cock.  My hard dick goes into his butt, down my wrist and fucks into my palm deep inside him.  I can’t get enough of the feel of it all.  I fuck him for quite a while this way.

Then I add my dick in with my right hand in him.  It doesn’t feel as good, so I go back to my left.  When I tire of that, I keep my hand in him and add the egg-headed dildo.  I like the big head of the toy pushing through my fingers deep inside him.

“Have you ever tried adding your dick to that?”

I haven’t.  But I do.  I pull the embedded toy up slightly and there looks like there might be room for my cock.  I try. 

Success.  It’s snug and warm and a great stretch.  Neither of us can hold it for long—but we both love how it feels.

I re-grease my hands.  I alternate them inside Ross.  Close to a true punch fisting session.

“Do a double.  Please…”

I leave my left inside.  My right fingers push into him.  A slight push—and I have both hands inside him.

Now he wants nothing else.  I reverse it—but it is easier for some reason with the left in place and adding the right.  It surprises me each time the second hand disappears inside him.

Finally:

“I think my hole is done.  But I can still take your cum.”

I nod.  I know how to get there—I just need to stick my tongue in his used, sloppy hole.  My erection, which recedes as I concentrate on fist, springs back to life. 

I keep my face buried there. 

I stand.

I fuck.

Ross hands me his poppers.

I do a tiny hit.

I explode—coating his used hole with my cum.

I hang onto the sling frame, letting myself recover.

I go to my knees.

His cum drenched rose bud begins to push into my mouth…