Keshawn's Luscious Ass Gets a Workout

 Indianapolis—November, 2024

 

So, on Tuesday night, the day after my hot bathhouse afternoon with Silver Goatee, I drove to Keshawn’s place.  I got there in good time, though roadwork around Indy never seems to finish.  He’d left the door unlocked for me.  I went in and up the stairs to his second-floor apartment.  We hugged—and went right to the bedroom after I took a quick piss. 

He stripped faster than I did, though I was down to athletic socks pretty fast.  He had lube and poppers at the end of the low bed.  He sat—and his mouth was on my dick…

 

His tongue is all over my cock.  My dripping cock.  I am making a lot of precum for him to lick up.  I am plumping up nicely, but I’m not super hard yet.  He pulls off my cock and looks at me.

“Let me lick your ass,” I tell him.  “That will do it.”

He kneels at the foot of the bed, that luscious, rounded ass high in the air.  I kneel and pull his butt cheeks apart.  My tongue finds his hole.  In seconds I am rock hard and eagerly using more of my precum to stroke myself as I begin to burrow into his dark pucker.  He groans and his hole begins to open.  My tongue is poking and prodding him, savoring his unique flavor of soap and Keshawn. 

He does a hit of poppers.  The fumes finish relaxing his sphincter.   My tongue goes deep.  I slurp and lube him with my saliva.  I grab his Astroglide and slather some on my dick.  I stand, my cock pressed against the hole I’ve just been licking.  I sink in, in one easy glide.  Keshawn moans loudly.  He welcomes my invading cock with a squeeze of pleasure…and I begin to fuck.  Slow and steady.  I slap his full ass with my left palm.  He moans again and his ass spasms slightly, responding to the whack.

We change up.  He’s standing now, his long legs on the floor and his arms stretched down to support him.  I sink my tongue back into his slightly gaping pucker.  He is already self-lubing and tastes delicious.  I could stay there all night, but I know he’s ready for my cock again.  I stand up, slide in and give him a much harder and faster fuck, only slowing down when I hear the poppers open.

I pull out and taste his hole once more.  He is so damn wet.  I can’t stop eating his ass.  He grinds back on my tongue, making little mewling sounds, loving this as much as I do.  I force myself to stand up and fuck him once more.  And hard enough that he collapses, face down on the soft mattress.  I kneel and eat his ass once more.  He wriggles around, for he wants to taste what I’m tasting off my cock.  He sucks me until my cock glistens with his spit.

“Sit there.  I want to ride you.”

I sit on the foot of the low bed, my hands slightly behind me, giving me support, with my legs spread wide.  He stands between them, facing away from me.  I love watching him reach behind, me grab my sticky cock and guide it into his hole as he sits down.  I lean back a little farther and let him bounce.  He is moaning loudly now as he pleasures himself on my cock.  It’s great to do nothing but just watch him do it.  Over and over.  He knows my dick well, and is careful to never go so high as to pull off me.  But it takes a toll on his legs.  He soon slows down, panting.  He pulls off me and lies next to me, face down on the bed. 

We both catch our breath, but the call of his ass is too strong for me.  I slip to the floor and eat him out as he lies there.  Slowly, he grinds back against me and over time goes from lying flat on the bed to being on all fours.  I take that as my cue to stand up and fuck him again.  Hard and fast, telling him just how good he feels on my dick.

We move to having Keshawn on his back.  I like to watch his face register each thrust. And it’s easy for him to stroke that massive cock of his.  But the bed is low enough, it’s not a good position for my legs.  We switch to him on all fours again.  He’s in popper heaven—and I love how his hole is responding to my thrusting dick.  My hips slap those rounded cheeks, the sound filling the room.

“Ride me again.  Love that.”

He is eager.  I sit.  Once again, he lowers himself on to me.  He pumps his own cock, but I see that he stops, not wanting to shoot.  When his legs tire, we go back to him standing and arms on the mattress.  Well, one arm, for he is jerking like crazy now as I eat him out.  I stand up and slip inside him.  One whack of my hand sends his ass spasming on my hardness.  I fuck him hard.

And he shoots.  All over the foot of the bed.  I pull out, reach down and smear my hand through his jizz.  I coat my cock.  I am close myself; just wiping his jizz on me makes my big cock head engorge even more.

“Fucking your cum in there…” I mutter.

He is so damn slick now.  I can’t possible hold out.  And I don’t.  I shoot rope after rope of cum inside him.  I hold him in place, so I just can stay still, marinating in his perfect ass.  Finally, I let go.  Keshawn slumps into a ball of splayed arms and legs.  I sit next to him, breathing hard. 

We sit for a moment, then his mouth finds my drooling cock.  He cleans me up, as a good friend should…

You have seen these pics of us before—and I don’t think anyone will care…