Rosebud

 North of Home—March, 2025

 

I first met Ross in August of 2015.  We have played sporadically all these years.  Of all the fist players I know, Ross is the man with the largest rosebud.  It flowers open easily.  I love that he has such control he can fuck my mouth with it as I rimmed him.

We have met a little less these last few years as he is in a very demanding job.  Matching up times we can meet has been difficult.  He also found a great fisting bud who lives quite close to him—which made it easier for him to get the sex he craves twice a week.

But that changed on the Monday after the last post.  I packed the sling and went north.  Halfway there I cursed myself for not packing any of the sizable toys from the playroom.  I sighed, but knew that my tongue, cock and hands would work just fine…

 

Ross looks great.  Tall and lanky, a few years younger than myself.  We chat as I set up the sling in his bedroom.  There is just room for it next to the bed.  He has thrown a playsheet over his mattress.  He helps me adjust the tarp under the sling.  I add a sheet to help absorb the piss that I am likely to fist out of him as I hit his bladder.  I add the mirror above the frame so he can watch my cock and hands disappear into his depths.

Suddenly we are naked and he is kneeling in front of me.  I am naked but for the most aromatic of my jocks.  Ross inhales, loving the scent of me and of all the sex I have had in it.  He mouths the pouch, moaning slightly.  Soon enough, it is pulled to the side and he is taking my cock into his mouth.  And then his throat.  I scull fuck him for a moment.

“Get up on the bed.”

He knows just what I want.  He lies on his back and lets his head hang over the edge of the mattress.  I move in.  I make him lick my balls first.  When they are good and wet, I begin to face fuck him.  Three or four strokes and then out, to make sure I don’t gag him.

“Now let me eat that ass.”

He spins around, kneeling on the bed.  I have to stand to get my face planted between his ass cheeks for the first of countless times this afternoon.  I lick and spit.  Ross pushes a little.  The rose bud begins to emerge.  “Not yet,” I tell him.  I want to savor that moment, after I’ve fucked him.

The bed is tall, so I have him get off it.  He stands on the floor, his chest to the mattress.  I kneel and lick his hole once more before standing up and sliding in.  He squeezes down on me to welcome my cock back inside him.  I hold a moment, enjoying the sensations before I begin a slow fuck.  I speed up.  Faster and faster.  My hips slap his ass.

Ross loves to do ATM.  He spins around to lick me clean the moment I pull out.  It my turn to lie on the bed.  I guide his mouth to my balls again.  This is a much better position.  He licks and sucks—and goes under them, tonguing my cock ring. 

“Now up the shaft.”

His tongue snakes up me.  He licks the head before swallowing me to the root.  Over and over.

“Ride me.”

He clambers up on the bed and sits on my dripping cock.  I love the expression on his face—a mix of concentration and bliss.  He bounces on my dick, making us both moan.  As his legs tire, he gets up and cleans me thoroughly.

“Sling time.”

Ross gets in with no help.  Legs on the chains; no stirrups for him.  I kneel and begin to tongue fuck the hole I’d just ravaged.  Ross moans.  His rosebud emerges.  It is now huge.  It is a large pink donut.  It is so large and puffy it can’t possible fit in my mouth anymore.  But my tongue is all over it.  I lick.  He shudders.  I use my hard cock to push it back inside him.  I fuck and then add two fingers of my right hand.  Now Three.  Soon, all my fingers go it along with my dick.  I pull the dick out.  I grease up my left hand.  It goes into him easily.  My cock joins it, slipping through my open fingers deep inside him.

Now I do it with my right hand.  Ross is having wave after wave of internal orgasms.  His cock drools as well.  I mop up his juices and finger them back into him.  I love the feel of my cock surrounded by my own fingers so deep inside him.  I mention that I have never shot this way—and will, someday, but not now. 

I re-grease.  Left hand—all the way in.  And out.  And in.  The right replaces it.  In.  Out. In and the tiniest turn inside him, causing Ross to piss himself.  I repeat this process, changing hands repeatedly.

Now I go into him with my open hand and don’t let it become a fist inside him.  My fingers work deeper into him than I have ever been before, thanks to the constant play with his local partner.  My finger tips turn the corner of the ‘second hole.’  Ross shakes as he has his biggest assgasm yet…

*

I fuck him again.

I fuck him with my left hand. 

I go deep with my left, touching his most inner bits again.

We rest.

I fuck him once more. 

Now I fuck him with my bigger right hand. 

Now the fist.  I open it inside him.  I make him shake as I have never seen him before.  It’s incredibly hot that the slightest movement of my hand cam bring this on.  I try a little deeper—and am rewarded with a steady stream of piss as he shakes uncontrollably.  His rosebud emerges yet again.

“Try a double.”

I nod and regrease both hands.  I work one in flat and the other slides down the wrist of the first until both open hands are inside him, palm to palm.  I turn them slightly.  More piss from him.  I pull out one at a time.  I do it again.  The hands at a slightly different angle.  I get the same spasming result.  Now the right hand first.  The left joins it.  Turn.  And piss is running down his stomach and onto the tarp…

Each time I have gone in with doubles, my flat hands have been parallel with the floor.  Now he encourages me stretch him with my hands being vertical.  The left goes in.  Easily now.  The right slips down the wrist and joins it, palm together, but with my thumbs on top.  He groans.  A sound of pure pleasure.

As I pull out the rosebud blooms again, even bigger than before if that’s possible.

I lick it.  Savor it.

I push it gently back inside him.

We both know his hole has had more than enough for this session…