Keith Rides My Tongue and My Cock

 Saugatuck—July, 2025

Keith, one of the handsomest men I know, wanted to meet.  We began comparing times we were available.  The distance between us is a factor.  One or the other of us needs to have quite a bit of drive time on either side of the play time.  He offered to come to the playroom, but by the time he’d get here, we would have a rushed session.  I suggested I come to him—I had the morning and afternoon off.  That worked (and it was my turn to drive anyway.)  He could check in at the office in the morning, get home and ready as I drove over.

I packed the rimseat.  I left the sling home.  Last time I visited we’d used his huge guest bed more. It would save some time in set up and take down so we could play more.  It would also be another way of keeping our play different each time we met. 

It was July 3^rd and there was the beginning of holiday traffic.  I drove over on rural roads, doing a little antiquing as he fulfilled his office requirement.  I pulled into his drive right at the agreed hour…

 

I set up the rimseat at the foot of the bed.  I strip to nothing but the yellow jock.  No boots for the bed.  I lie on it, legs apart.  In moments, he comes in, totally naked but for a cock ring.  He gets up on the bed and kneels between my spread legs.  He nuzzles my jock, inhaling deeply.  He sighs.  I close my eyes.  His mouth is now everywhere.  He licks the fabric of the jock.  His tongue digs around the sides of the pouch, getting my pubes slick.  Finally, he pulls the fabric to the side.  He stops and watches my cock go from plumped and in a mound to full erection.  He takes it into his mouth.  Just the head.  Tongue in piss slit.  Now along the edges of my flared head.  He inches down the shaft.  Savoring every millimeter. 

I groan as he bottom’s out.  I am full embedded in his throat, cutting off his air.  He pulls back, grabs a breath and does it again.  His tongue is working overtime.  It’s everywhere.  My cock is drooling constantly—and he makes a show of licking up all my precum.

He moves to my balls.  He loves licking my hairy orbs.  He really loves the fragrance of them, having been out for half a day in the hot July weather.  He knows how to pull them into his mouth so it doesn’t hurt.  Individually.  Slowly.  Lovingly.  Make the nut wet before it is released.  Now the next.  And back again.

He puts a pillow under my ass, elevating it a little.  After some more cock sucking, he travels down.  He lifts my wet and heavy ball sack and begins to lick under it.  Then to the sides.  Now down the perineum.   His tongue flirts with my asshole, but never digs in.  Soon, he’s back up to my balls and the gentle suck into his mouth.  I close my eyes again and let him do whatever he wants to me.

He rolls me on my side.  He moves down the bed so his head is right at crotch level.  “Face fuck me,” he whispers.  He doesn’t have to ask twice.  I begin pumping into him.  Shallow, maybe a third of my cock.  He takes it.  I give him more.   Deeper.  Harder and repeatedly.  I am effortlessly deep in his throat now.  Fucking hard.

A breather.  We do it again.  Then I suggest he hang his head over the side of the bed.  The bed is high enough that is the perfect height to fuck his mouth.  I keep going.  He is not going to the be the one to say stop.  I slow and pull out. 

“Now kneel on the edge of the bed.  I need to eat your ass…”

He does.  I kneel on the floor and bury my face in his hole.  My tongue is instantly on his tight pucker, making it looser.  I fuck him with it.  I add all the spit I can produce.  Finally, I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass.  I push into his hole. 

“Fuck me, Sir!”

I deliberately hold still.  A beat.  I begin a slow in and out.  Really slow.  Letting me feel every inch of his hot, wet ass.  Kevin groans.  I begin a slow acceleration.  In and out.  In and out.  Soon, I am slamming my cock into him.  He takes it—and begs for more.

I pull out and kneel, tasting his wet ass.  He’s a great self luber.  His hole is awash in his juices.  He begs to clean my cock, but I just keep licking his hole.  I stand up and fuck him again.  This time when I pull out, I let him swivel around to taste himself on me.

I flop on the bed.  “I want you to do what we usually do on the rimseat.  Sit on my face and, in your own time, move to my cock.  Fuck yourself on it and then come back and let me eat you again.”

His eyes shine.  I get a pillow under my head and under my hips.  For whatever reason, I want the full weight of the man on my face.  He kneels astride my chest and settles his ass down on my face.  I hear his poppers open for the first time.  He grinds down on my tongue.  I am so deep inside him now, after the fuck, it makes my cock leak.  I stop stroking my cock and concentrate on rimming.  Keith pants and pulls his cheeks apart, letting me go even deeper.

Suddenly, he’s moving.  He’s riding my cock, back to me.  He slams himself down on my dick.  Over and over.  He suddenly slows.  “I shot a little,” he murmurs.

“Can you keep going?”

He doesn’t answer, instead he pulls off my cock, smears some of his cum on his ass and sits on my face.  My tongue finds it and swallows it down before hunting for more…

*

We take a quick break for some water.  Keith tells me he likes to get fucked on his side—as if we were spooning.  I haven’t done this is years.  I get behind him and slide in.  I do like the full feel of his back on my chest.  His ass is so open now, I can fuck him as hard as I like.

We roll so he is on his stomach.  I pummel his ass this way.

We move to him on his back and his legs on my shoulders.  It is fine for a moment, but I prefer to stand.  I do and pull him towards me.  The height of the bed again makes it a good fuck.

“I brought it.  We should use it.”

I get under the rimseat.  He sits.  When he stands up, he asks: “How can I get you off?” 

I hadn’t realized we are close to running out of time. 

I consider his question.  “Ride me, once I’ve poppered up.  And don’t stop.”

“That’ll make me shoot, too.”

I hit the bottle.  He sits on my dick just as the fumes are making my head swirl.  He takes a quick hit and pounds himself down on my dick.

Holy fuck!  I have not been in control of my orgasm for quite some time.  Keith is getting me there.  Fast.  He fucks himself down on me.  He begins to moan.  I know he’s shooting as his cum hits my thigh.

And, so am I.  I am spurting deep into his fucked-out hole.  Over and over.  It feels like gallons of jizz.  He has stopped bouncing and is grinding down on me.  Milking my cock.  He slowly leans forward, pulling off my dick.  He turns and licks my balls, giving my cock time to lose some of the over the top sensitivity.  When he’s caught a drizzle of jizz with his tongue off my balls, he works up the shaft.  Relishing the taste.  He cleans me up and then, knowing me so well, gets on all fours on the bed.  Presenting his super wet ass for my tongue…