Keith Hosts with his Tongue (Part Two)

 Saugatuck—July, 2024

(This picks up right where we left off…)

 

We go back downstairs.  The hot water from the hot tub has drained the blood out of my dick.  I lie on the mat under the rimseat.  Keith sits on my face.  A mouth, I assume it is Tim’s, engulfs my cock.  I harden right back up.  Keith is moaning.  I feel Tall Top straddle my chest.  He feeds Keith his cock.  Keith moans around the thick shaft in his mouth.  It literally makes his hole open even more for my tongue to go deeper.  And I begin getting a drip of cum onto my tongue.  It’s unmistakable.  I am now sure that Tall Top has shot at least a partial load in him.  I feast on it.

The mouth leaves my cock.   Tim moves around, raising my legs slightly.  Soon I feel his legs slide under them.  Tim is sliding down on my cock, facing away from us.  I stroke his back.  He is riding me now.  Hard and fast.  It feels wonderful.  Keith is grinding down on my face.  Tall Top occasionally makes him choke with his thick dick in his mouth, making Keith’s hole spasm—and giving me another drip of jizz…

I feel Tall Top move.  He is no longer straddling my chest.  I feel Tim pull off my dick.  I hear the sling chains rattle. Keith stands up and I can see Tall Top fuck into his partner.  Hard.  Fast.  With purpose.  Tall Top sure looks like he is about to shoot.  I stand up, rather shakily, to watch.

Tall Top explodes deep inside Tim.  Keith kneels to the side of the sling to try to clean up Tall Top’s cock when he pulls out.  I lick up the pearly white drip running out of Tim.  Soon, my mouth is plastered to his ass.  I leave some seed to fuck in.  I churn it, but Tim is ready to go.

The mood shifts.  Tall Top and Tim dress, thank Keith and take off.

We spend a lot of time arranging transport back to Grand Rapids for the top who really did nothing but watch us.  The three of us drive into the neighboring town so he can catch an Uber.

Once back at the house, we eat.  We are both famished.  But once we eat the chicken, the shrimp, assorted cheeses and such, Keith is still hungry.

“Now can I eat your ass?”

This is new.  I don’t remember him wanting this before.  We go downstairs and he chooses a bedroom and we strip back down.  I lie on the bed.  He sucks my cock, which hardens back up.  He licks my balls.  And under them.  His tongue finds my tight pucker—and he stops.

“I want you in the sling.”

I jump in.  It is indeed better.  My legs are resting on the chains as he kneels.  He licks down my perineum, getting every hair around my hole sopping wet without touching the target. 

“Use my poppers.”  He hands them to me.  I take a hit.  I close my eyes—and his tongue begins to burrow into me.  Fuck!  I love to be rimmed by men who love to do it—and Keith loves it.  He drills into me.  He licks, he spits, he comes up to kiss me without my asking for it. 

Fuck, I love the taste of my hole on his tongue.  We share a long, sloppy kiss before he goes back down to my ass crack.

He does it all again.  The licking, the spitting, the tongue fucking and the kiss.

I tell him to wait a moment.  I take the stirrups, slip them down my long legs to the knee and fasten the clip behind my head.  My ass is rotated up.  And spread.  I do this to men I want to go into even deeper.  Keith’s eyes shine and he is back on his knees.  The change of position is intense.  I moan.

“Take another hit.”

I had forgotten they were tucked in my jock.  I take it.  I feel like I’m floating.  Keith has not been hard all night—he is one of those that cock in his hole is all he needs for arousal.  His cock is now achingly erect.  He jerks himself as he eats me out.

He comes up for air and a kiss.  A sloppy one.  “Will you sit on my face?”  Without waiting for an answer he starts to get under the rimseat.  I unclip my legs and join him.  I sit, and let him get his fill of pleasuring my sensitive hole.  I am achingly erect myself.  I finally get up and fuck him, as he lies there on the mat, pushing his legs splayed into the air.  Then I go back and let him eat my ass some more.

Soon, we switch.  I lie down and do all the things to his slightly gaping hole that he just did to me.  But I can go way deeper into him.  And still taste a little cum. 

“Ride my cock.”

“I want to do it just like Tim did…”

He faces away from me, fitting his legs under mine.  He lowers his ass to my wet cock—and slides on down.  It is such a better angle this way. He bounces.  For a moment, I wonder if I’m about to blow, but the thought quickly recedes. 

He stands up.  Stretching his legs.

“Lick my cock and kiss me…”

He does just what he’s told.  He holds our combined and delicious juices in his mouth.  He straddles my chest with his knees and drools them into my open mouth.  And we kiss.  His cock erects again.

He sits down and let’s my tongue invade him.  The cum.  His natural juices.  My precum.  A heady mix…

It’s late and I know I need to end this while I still can.  I get him in the sling.  I feast on his hole, now from this angle.   He is begging for my load, taking a hit of his poppers.  I stand up and enter him.  I fuck rather roughly.  It’s all about me now.  In moments, I am over the edge.  Blowing a massive load into Keith’s spasming ass…