Indianapolis—October, 2023
The very next day I drove to Indy to see
Keshawn and meet his friend/fuckbud. I
made it there in good time, with less traffic around the city then usual. I had not been able to pack the sling with
everything else I had to take for the month of working. So, with just my bag containing lube and
jock, I went up the steps to his apartment…
We hug. I learn
quickly the third man has had to cancel.
I don’t find that a problem. We
strip down in his bedroom. I pull on a
new white jock. Keshawn is naked, his large
cock growing. He goes to his knees. My cock is swelling, but Keshawn gets me
really hard with his mouth and tongue.
He moans as he takes me deep into his throat.
Suddenly he stops.
He wants this cock in his ass.
Now. He stands on the floor and bends
over, his long arms braced on the mattress below him. I go to my knees and pull apart his full butt
cheeks. My tongue zeros in on his
hole. He is still damp from the shower. I burrow into his hole. He pants and cracks open his poppers. I lick his hole until it is wet and
slick. I lube my cock as I eat him
out. I can’t stop jerking myself and
tongue fucking him as deeply as I can.
Finally, I stand up.
My cock slaps his ass crack. My
hand guides it into him. Keshawn’s hole flowers
open and takes almost my full length with the first bit of thrust from me. I push once more and I am fully buried deep
inside him.
Keshawn moans.
I groan.
I hold a moment and begin a slow in and out. “Yes,” he mutters. I pick up the pace and begin a harder fuck. More of me comes out on every stroke. Soon I am long dicking him over and over.
It is a slightly awkward position. He breaks it by pulling off me and spinning
around to taste his ass jizz on my cock.
The minute my cock is clean, he moves around, kneeling on the bed, right
at the foot. The bed is tall enough I
only have to do a tiny knee bend to slide back inside his hot, wet hole. I pummel his ass. We both love the wet sounds of the fuck—and
how my hips and his butt make their own music as they slap together. Over and over.
I pull out. I
eat his hole again. Keshawn is a great self-luber—his
ass never stops making delicious juices for me to taste before swallowing. I spend a long time there, before I stand
back up and slide back into the hole I was tonguing. I fuck him just as hard, all over again.
I pull out. He savors
the juices on my dick.
“On my back.”
Keshawn rolls into place. This is a little low for me, but I bend my
knees and slide in. I fuck a few strokes
and then pull out. We get a pillow under
his butt—and I am at a better height. I
feel like I am going even deeper into his guts.
I slow the strokes and really grind each one as deeply into him as I can
manage. I pause only for him to take a
hit. Then I keep fucking him at this
slower speed that is getting me into the very heart of his sex.
We break. I
have to sit for a minute. He cleans me
up. He leaves me really wet—and I know
just what he’s going to do. He stands, turns
and sits on my cock. He takes every inch
of me. It’s his turn to grind his ass
onto my dick. And then he begins to
bounce. Slowly at first, gauging how far
he can pull off me. Now he increases the
height, slamming himself down on me. I don’t
let guys ride me too often—but this moment is just what I need. I catch my breath and let him do the work of
pleasuring his now wide open mancunt.
He rolls off me.
I move around and bury my face in his incredibly wet ass. You’d think I’d shot in there, he is so
juicy. When I finally stop, I fuck him
again on his knees. I love that Keshawn
makes a conscious choice to stop jerking his dick along with my strokes and
just revel in the fuck he’s getting. I
pound into him again and again.
He cleans me up once more. And he reads my mind. I want more of him riding me, just as much as
he wants to do it. I get a little more
comfortable on the bed this time before he mounts my dripping dick. This time he slides down as slowly as he
can. Inch by inch until he can’t take it
any more and just takes the last half of my cock all at once. He grinds down on me before beginning to bounce.
“Fuuuccckkk…” he groans out.
I close my eyes.
I love watching him—but right now I want to just feel him. He is driving my cock closer and closer to
the final explosion. I can feel his ass
walls squeezing me with every stroke. I
fantasize for a moment about all the other cock this ass has taken in the last
few years. I can feel my cock push out
more precum at the thought…
His legs tire.
I know the look in his eye. He is
close to the point of no return, too. I
suggest his back again. I want to see
his eyes as I shoot in him—and his white cum on his beautiful dark skin. I enter him.
I fuck.
I stop and lick Keshawn’s hole once more. I take a one nostril hit of poppers and push
into him. I fuck. Hard.
In moments, I am over the edge. I
am so wrapped up in my own explosion, I miss seeing his own orgasm. But I can feel it—his ass milking me with every
shot of jizz that spurts out of his cock and balls. I look down.
Keshawn is covered in milky cum.
I wipe some up and bring it to my mouth…
We didn’t take pictures...but do you
really care that this is an older one??
We're all guilty of throwing around that term "Hungry Hole" so much so that it's become almost a cliche. But damn....how else can you describe Keshawn's mancunt. He knew all too well the familiar pounding he was about to receive and couldn't wait. How could you help but give that perfect ass exactly what it needed. This may not have been a very long in duration fuck session but the intensity more than makes up for it. I believe you both really needed this. Neither one of you would have needed a shower afterward if I had been the cleanup crew.
ReplyDeleteWe certainly do like what the other has to offer. Having the third would have added to the length of play--but likely not helped the intensity.
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