A Quickie with Keshawn

 Indianapolis—August, 2023

 

Keshawn was hoping for another round in the sling.  He had come to me in July so it was only fair I should go to him this time.  I packed the sling—making sure to include the overhead mirror.  He loves to watch my dick fuck into him. 

I also packed the jock I am grunging up for my Canadian Friend.  I felt it was time, after my constant wearing it for almost a year—and it going to all the major sex events I went to in 2023—that it should have one last hurrah before being sent back to him.

I left extra time to get there—and I arrived at his door, at the appointed time…

 

The sling is set up in the space behind the sofa.  Keshawn is futzing around, finding appropriate porn (we both love group scenes.)  Once that is playing, I ask Keshawn to shoot a few pics of the jock.  The owner loves to see me in it—and I will be sending all of the shots to him.

Keshawn starts for the sling. 

“Bend over the back of the couch.”

It’s right there—and the perfect height.  He leans on the back, jutting his hot ass towards me.  My tongue finds his hole.  My cock, still in the dirty pouch, starts to grow, distorting the shape of it obscenely.  I work it out with my right hand as my tongue invades Keshawn’s inviting ass.

He groans.  His massive cock erects.

I work harder to get him really wet.  I lube my dick as I spit in his hole.  I can’t take anymore—I need to be inside him.  I stand up and slide in.  His ass always feels hotter than our normal body temperature.  I hold in place for a moment—and begin a gentle preliminary fuck.  He groans and thrusts back on me—making sure that he’s taking my entire length with every stroke.

We move to the sling, but he doesn’t get in it.  He bends over once again, chest to the leather.  I kneel and eat his freshly fucked hole.  He is as delicious as always and thoroughly wet from the first fuck.  I slurp on his ass juices for a long while before standing up and creating more with a hard pounding.  My cock is slick when I finally pull out.  Keshawn swings around and cleans me, hungrily, before he gets in the sling the standard way.

I kneel once more to taste his ass.  I gorge on his ass slime for a moment, jerking myself as I eat him out.  I stand up.  My cock gently beats his full balls.  I leave a sticky trail as I slide my cock from his balls, across his perineum before resting on his now slightly puckered asslips.  I push gently and my cockhead pops in.  He welcomes me with a squeeze.  I give him the rest of my inches—slowly, but steadily.

He takes a hit of poppers as I bottom out.  I watch his face and as they hit, I begin to fuck him again.  I grab the top cross piece of the sling frame.  I have built to a hard thrusting that is rocking the sling.  Keshawn beats his big meat in time to my thrusts.

I finally pull out.  I go around to the side of the sling so he can taste his ass on my cock again.  He cranes around and licks me clean.  Now it’s my turn to clean him.  I go back to his hole and lick up all the stray juices dribbling out of his ass.  I can taste my precum mixing with his natural lube.  My cock head drools at the thought.

I stand up and fuck him again.  Slow and easy.

“Fuck me hard,” he pants out.

I build my fuck stroke.  Faster and faster.  Harder and harder.  My hips are now slamming into his upturned ass.  The room is filled with the sound of moist flesh colliding. 

I slow down so he can take another hit.  As soon as the bottle is capped, I build back up to the hard fucking again.  Keshawn takes his hand away from his cock—he is leaking and could easily go over the edge.  I slow down the fuck, pull out and bend to lick up his precum.  I keep it on my tongue, going to my knees and sticking it into his wet hole.

“So hot…” Keshawn groans.

I add some more spit and stand back up, my dick instinctively slipping into his used hole.

“We don’t want your precum to go waste…”

My cock loves the extra wetness.  I fuck him slow and easy.

I pull out and with my left hand take the jock pouch and push some of it into Keshawn’s ass.  I know that the owner of the jock loves the idea of this—and so I do it repeatedly making the fabric wet with all our juices.

I kneel and lick his hole once more.  I hear him take a hit.  I rise up and slide in.  I intend to fuck him slow and easy, but my cock has a mind of its own.  I begin pummeling him.

Keshawn’s hand is a blur as he strokes himself.  In moments, he is shooting a copious amount of cum out of his big cock.  It coats his chest.  My left hand mops up some.  I coat the jock.  I mop up the rest and coat my cock with it.  I fuck it into his ass—the place where cum belongs…

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Here is a link to the post of pictures of Keshawn that I created on the day this happened: 

Keshawn Wants More