Keith Buys a Sling

 Jackson—June, 2026

The very next day after my Saturday afternoon at the bookstore (with the medical table) I got a text from Kane, the hot young man with the furry ass.  He wanted to meet at the same place.  I couldn’t say no.  He got there before me and commandeered one of the gloryhole booths.  I found him.  I went to my knees as he arched his back and ate his hairy hole.  I got him good and wet, stood and pushed in. 

We could both tell almost instantly that he had rushed his cleanout.  I hoped he’d do a rinse in the restroom—but instead he opted to take off.  I stayed and played a little.  But the Sunday crowd was small and my heart wasn’t in it.  I went home.  Feeling a little blue balled… 

 

Saugatuck—June, 2026

Which was why I was thrilled to get a text on Monday from Keith.  He had bought a sling.  It had just been delivered and he was itching to get into it.  Did I have the afternoon available?  I did—and off I went…

 

Keith has actually bought three pieces of sex furniture.  There is a sling with a very compact frame that makes it look odd to me.  He now has a rimseat that looks a lot like mine and a ‘sex swing’ that neither of us can figure out how to get into it. A package deal, I believe.

We strip—and head for the huge bed where we always start our meets at his house.  I lie spreadeagled.  Keith crawls between my legs and buries his handsome face into the pouch of my jock.  His tongue is all over the rough fabric.  He moans and digs under the side of the pouch and frees my cock.  He swallows me, slightly tumescent, but I quickly harden all the way as his skilled mouth goes to work.

Keith can’t stop licking me.  My balls get reverential treatment.  My perineum is treated to the same exquisite tongue lapping.  He keeps returning to my dripping cock head, swabbing up the precum.  I know to lie there and let him get his fill.

His own cock is rock hard from working me over.  It distends the pouch of his jock.  But I don’t reach for it.  I want his ass.

“Keep licking, but turn for me.”

He knows what I want.  He turns, straddling my chest, his face above my cock and his ass right where I can lift my head and tongue it.  I begin—as he goes back to deep throating my dick at this new angle.  I bury my face in his ass crack.  He is lightly haired back here.  I begin matting it with my tongue.

Soon I am drilling into his hole.  He groans around my cock in his throat.  I spit and poke it inside his slowly opening hole.  But I want more.

“Sit on my face.”

He moves so his legs are folded by my ears.  He sits gingerly, letting me get into him.  Then he really settles onto my face.  I love a good rimseat—but sometimes you just want the full weight of the man on your face.  Today, at this moment, that is what I want.  Need, actually.  I feel like I am incredibly deep inside him.  Keith groans loudly.  I pull his cheeks even farther apart and burrow into him.

I need to fuck.  I slap his ass with both hands.  He goes to all fours, facing the end of the bed.  I slide out from under him, grab the coconut oil off the bedside table and liberally apply it to my hard, wet cock.  I push into him.  Slowly.  He groans.  He exhales with each inch I work into him.

My overgrown bush is finally rubbing against his ass cheeks.  I hold another moment and begin the first fuck of the day.  Slow.  Exploratory.  Letting him feel my full length on every stroke.  I speed up.  His ass feels great,  Wet and clingy.  I am soon slamming into him, my panting matching his.

“Let’s move to your new sling.”

I pull out.  His hole gapes.  I bend and soothe it with my tongue.  We go out to the living room where the sling has been set up.  We spend some time getting the sling high enough for how tall I am.   Keith gets into it.  He tells me he’s comfortable and I begin eating his hole again.  I can’t get enough of it today.  I swear I can taste myself deep inside him.

I stand up.  I fuck.  The sling moves well with me.  He is at the perfect height to give his hole a hard fucking.  I grab the side bars and pump into Keith as hard as I know how.  I slow.  I pull out and eat his hole once more.  It is incredibly juicy now.  I lick and swallow—which makes my cock even harder.  I stand up and plow into him once again.

I suggest we move back to the bed.  I am thinking the rimseat is handy there—and I don’t care who gets under it first.  Before I can say anything, Keith is on all fours on the bed—right by the edge so I can fuck standing up.  Of course I slide into him. 

I fuck.

Keith moans.

And everything changes.  My balls need release.  Now.  My cock goes into overdrive.  I pummel his ass.  Keith is panting.  “You’re going to load me, aren’t you….”

I grunt something that sounds affirmative.  I can’t believe I’m going to shoot so soon—but my balls have had the two previous days of play without shooting.  They want release.  Right now.

I try to slow down—but I can’t.

“FUCK!”

I begin firing into him.  Keith groans and clamps down on me, milking my cock for every drop.  I stand stock still and let him do it.  When he releases me, I slide out and kneel to lick up the pearl of cum escaping his hole. 

Keith rolls over.  He begins jerking his dick.  I slide a finger into his cummy hole.  I find his prostate and begin teasing it.  In no time, he shoots all over his hairy chest.  I swab it up and finger it into his hole to mix with mine…