So Full

 North of Me—August, 2022

 

The last time Ross and I met we vowed we had to meet more often.  But it never seems to happen.  We both lead very busy lives that makes scheduling playtime hard.  The good news is that the wait is always worth it. 

In the middle of August, I packed the sling and went to visit the man with the large, delectable rosebud…

 

I set up the sling in the bedroom while Ross melts some coconut oil for lube.  He also has a container of J-Lube.  I lay out the few things I brought—speculum, ass grommet, eggheaded dildo—on his towel-protected nightstand.  I go into his study to get out of my clothes.  I go back to the bedroom in just my jock and boots.

Ross is waiting, fully naked, on his knees.  I stand in front of him. 

He inhales.  “Thank you for wearing a used jock.”  He begins to nuzzle the pouch.  My cock escapes to the side.  It’s in his mouth, instantly.  My dick grows—snaking down his throat—choking him as I reach my full girth.  He pulls back, panting—and instantly takes me to the root again.

“I want to fuck your face.”

Ross moves up onto the bed.  His head hangs over, his mouth wide.  I slip inside.  I begin a slow pump of his mouth.  He moans as I bottom out deep inside him.  I hold for a moment, and then pull out, just before he chokes.  I repeat this, over and over, lasting just a fraction longer in his mouth and throat, each time.

“Again!”  Ross mumbles.

And I repeat the rape of his mouth.  Again and again.

“Now give me your ass.”

Ross swivels around on the bed, never getting off his back.  I surprise myself and forego rimming him.  I just plunge my cock, covered in deep throat slime, straight into his hole.  He grunts out his appreciation as I fuck him hard with all the slippery spit making a squishy sound on each thrust.

When I tire, I go to my knees and eat his ravaged hole.  I stand up and pull him up, thinking to kiss him—but he goes for my pits, licking first one and then the other…

*

Ross is in the sling now.  I am eating his ass properly.  He keeps wanting to push that massive rosebud into my mouth, but I keep pushing it back in.  I want to use him so much more before that happens.

I stand up and fuck.  Then I add the eggheaded toy.  I push my dick in with it, along the top of the toy so I feel the bumps on the shaft of the dildo on the underside of my cock.  Ross moans, “So full…”  I begin the DP fuck.  Soon enough, I slide out and, keeping the toy in place, push in underneath the dildo.  It feels totally different—and I think gives a slightly different stretch to Ross.  He grunts out how hot it feels.

Now I am going back and forth—my dick on top of it, under it, on top, under.  When I pull out the final time, Ross squeezes the toy out and I catch it before dropping it to the tarp below us.

I take a long swig of water.  I want piss—but I can’t seem to produce it today.  So I just fuck some more.  Long strokes.  All the way out and all the way in.  Every time.

The speculum is up next.  A slow crank open.  Lots of finger-on-prostate action.  And then my cock slips between the stainless-steel walls of the medical device.  Ross shivers in pleasure.  His mancunt is held wide open.  My cock is now the body part rubbing against his prostate.  He moans.  Again, I try for a piss deep in his ass.  But I am still not hydrated enough.  I sigh—and fuck.  And eventually crank it shut.

I grab the ass grommet.  I cover both the inside and out of it with the coconut oil.  I slip it over the shaft of my cock.  It looks hot—my big red cock head poking out of the end of this black rubber donut.  It gives me so much more girth to my already thick cock.  I toss him the poppers for the first time.  Ross takes a hit and I press in.  He takes me the easiest of any of the men I use it on.  His hole is filled as if he was sitting on some monster sized toy.  I fuck him, with the toy supersizing my shaft.  Then I hold it in place inside him and pull myself out.  It creates a vacuum sound as I do it.  I add more coconut oil to me and use the tunnel to get into him.  It feels great to go from the man-made material to my cock head breaking into his warm, wet butt.  I fuck this way a long time.

Only now do I grease up my hands.  He takes my left with ease.  My right with a little more concentration.  But by the second back and forth, my right slips in just as easily.  Now, I leave my left inside him and add my cock.  It slips between my fingers.  I stroke myself deep in his ass.

I pull out and get my right inside him.  I add my cock.  The angle’s not as good.  I go back to my left.  I slide in and my fingers wrap around my shaft.  The slightest movement makes Ross shudder in the best possible way...

“Do you want me to try a double?”

Ross nods.

I go for two hands at the same time.  I get both in, my hands palm to palm.  He relaxes—and I work one hand in and out while the other stays in place.  We do this three or four times.  And now I get a mouthful of his spectacular rose bud.

We break.  His hole needs a rest.  We lie on the bed, sidestepping the pools of coconut oil on the tarp.

But soon enough we are fisting on the bed, with him on his knees.  I slide my hand into him the deepest I have ever gone.  I am within inches of my elbow.

We do a few doubles here, too—and then it is time to rest his hole and have dinner….