Sex Amid the Clutter

 Detroit—October, 2021

We spoke on Asspig, the fisting site.  We talked about what we liked to do.  We seemed like a good match—he loved fisting and he had a sling.  He wanted my dick, too, not just my hand.  He asked if I would be ok with other men being there.  Of course.  I tend not to travel into Metro Detroit lately, but I made an exception and said yes.  Of course, he was on the east side—the farthest possible for me—but off I went on a Monday morning for an afternoon of play…

 

I turn on his street—right on time.  But I cannot find the house number he has given me.  I call him.  “Didn’t I tell you, East _______?  You must be on West.”  I look at the address he’d typed.  There is no east or west for the street name.  I mutter under my breath, as I re-trace my steps, cross the six lane boulevard that divides the city, and find his house.  He greets me.  He is a rather doughy white man around my age—but he looks like his picture—and I am fine with getting to know what looked like a hot ass that could take a good workout.

We sit for a millisecond in his living room.  It looks like there is a major renovation happening.  Stuff is everywhere.

“The sling is in the basement.” 

I follow him down the steps, picking my way through a path of paint cans, unfinished projects and Christmas decorations sticking out of garbage bags lining the stairs.  The basement is low.  I can’t stand erect except between the beams.  We go through the laundry area which is as cluttered as the stairs.  In a small room beyond it is the sling. I see a table top which is clear enough for me to set my bag and leave my clothes.  Standing up from taking my boots off, I nearly knock myself out on a low heating duct.

He jumps in the sling.  Oblivious.

I strip and quickly get the boots back on after I see the sawdust (and who knows what else) covered floor.  I take my speculum and the eggheaded dildo to a low table by the sling.  I kneel carefully and lean in to eat his ass.  It looks tempting and tastes better.  At last.  I will myself to get over the drive, the address mix up and the look of this space and have some good sex.

But my dick rebels; he is still pissed as fuck.  So I eat the guy’s hole and grease up my hands.  I do some fingering and lateral stretching to see how much he can take.  I get only as far as two fingers from each hand.

“Could you stop that?  I won’t be able to take your hand.”

“I thought you said…”

“I love the pervy people on that site,” he continues, not listening to me.

He goes back to humming something off key and doing poppers.

My dick is getting there.  I stand up, careful to stand between the beams.  But I collide with a mirror that hangs awkwardly from the sling frame.  I grunt and slip my dick into him.

“You are big.  Damn.”

The phone buzzes. He reaches for it.  “He’s here.  Just so you know, he can be kind of odd…”

A tall Black man, half our age, tromps down the stairs and finds us.  He grunts at the host and looks me up and down with distaste.  He does not undress—but unzips and sticks his soft cock in the host’s mouth.  I continue to fuck.

“Suck my dick right.”

The host tries harder.

“This isn’t working.  I want you on the bed.”  The Black man leads the way upstairs—and on up to the second story.  The new parts of the house are just as cluttered…and the bedroom is actually dirty with food drying on plates, glasses half full, and beer bottles around the room.  Laundry is on the floor everywhere.  The other top lays down on the unmade bed.  Out host gets on all fours to suck him and let me have his ass.

I fuck.  The host finally gets some response from the flaccid penis in his mouth.  I offer the ass to the top—too soon I realize—he’s not particularly hard.  He gets huffy and storms out.

The host grabs his phone.  “Jim is due any minute.  Let’s go back downstairs.”

And we sit in the cluttered living room for him. 

A good looking white guy, rather Italianate, maybe forty, arrives.  He knows the host and is ready to fuck.  He likes the look of me.  He strips down as we troop back to the sling in the basement.  I eat ass as the new guy strips.  Once he is naked, he sticks his cock in the host’s mouth.  I stand up.  I avoid the mirror and the beams and narrowly miss hitting my head on this shorter sling frame.

I fuck.  The other top loves watching me.  “I wish I’d known you were so big, I would have cleaned out myself.” 

I smile and offer the host’s ass to him.

He comes around and fucks him with his tiny cock.  (Sorry, there is no other word for it.)  And he cums.  Almost instantly.

“Fuck in my cum.”

I have had enough.  I slide into the wet hole, pump three times and fake an orgasm.  It sounds real—even to my practiced ears.

I am dressed—and out the door—without hitting my head on anything else.

A Wet Airport Fuck

Detroit—December, 2018

I have to say that I thought of the rubber fest at Derrick and Jacob’s as my birthday present.  But on the day itself I was at Detroit Metro Airport.  I was due to fly out the next morning long before God turned the lights on.  It worked out that a man I’d chatted with online was available to play late in the afternoon so I could get to sleep early for my flight. 

So I checked in—wanting to set up the sling.  My room was miniscule. There was no way it was going to fit.  So I unpacked a little, set up some hardcore German porn on the laptop and turned down the bed.  I sent a message saying the room was ready.  He was in the area—and at my door in no time.

He’s very good looking—slightly stocky, but it totally suited him.  Dave’s facial hair was certainly mixing salt with the pepper now.  He’s also a good deal shorter than I, but judging by his profile, just as big a pig.  The clothes came off and I saw the chain around his neck and piercings in both nipples.  He’s jocked and ready for dick…

I get him on the edge of the bed, on all fours, of course.  I go in to rim.  He has a slender, mini butt plug in place.  I ease it out.  Damn, his hole is wet.  I lose no time in sinking my tongue into his ass. 

He groans, making me dig deeper into him.  I reach for the tub of coconut oil.  I grease up my cock as I slurp out his ass juices.  I spit some back on what was once a pucker, stand up and enter him.  Not fast, but rather hard.  He gasps.  And tells me to fuck him hard.  He pushes back and takes the entire length of my cock.  I take him at this word and skip the slower warm up fuck.

Dave takes it like a pig and asks for more.  And harder.  My response is to pull out, scramble up on the bed and have him clean my cock off.  He loves this.  He grunts out his pleasure at the taste of his ass—which is also all over my beard.  I move back to his ass, spit on his hole and go for a second fuck.  It’s louder this time for there is a hot squishy sound to the fuck.

Once again he cleans my dick.  I sit down on the bed, spread my legs and have him give me some head—something we had just sort of skipped over.  He sucks me in easily—his eyes shining.  I close my eyes and let him work my hard cock.

Dave leaves my dick and does my balls without being asked.  He snuffles his way under them, too.

“Yeah, try to get your tongue between my cockring and my balls.” 

He does.  Heaven.  My head falls back.  He goes lower—raising my legs slightly. 

“You want to eat my ass?”

He only answers with a grunt and a slight pull up of my knees.  I roll back and let his tongue invade my hole.  Fuck, he’s good.  He licks and spits and burrows in.  I close my eyes again and let him do it…for as long as he wants.  When he finally does stop, we just change around so I am on all fours in the middle of the bed.  He attacks my hole and gives me a deep tongue fucking.

Finally I can’t stand it anymore.  I spin around and kiss him.  I’ve always loved the taste of my own ass—and it tastes great on his tongue and lips.  I suggest he ride my now rigid-as-fucking-steel cock.  He does.  He grinds himself down on it for as long as his legs hold out.

We break and talk.  He reminds me he’s a blog reader. 

“Do you have any piss?” 

I tell him I will—I haven’t diluted it much.  Dave doesn’t care.  He’ll take it anyway I can give it.

We fuck more—back to doggie.  I am good to my word.  I hose his now open hole with a short splash of the yellow.  He groans a deep “Yeah….”  I kneel and work it into his hole with my tongue.  I stand up and do it again.  Tongue fuck it into his hole.  On the third time I do the short piss blast inside his hole.  I fuck his now sloppy asscunt.  I listen to the the more pronounced slurp of the fuck action.

“Sit on my face.”  I lie down on the towel on the bed where we’ve been fucking.  I love the taste of his now pissed out hole.  There is not nearly enough up him to give me any back, but the  new and added taste makes me rampant again.  “Ride my cock and then bring that ass back here.”

He does just what I tell him to do.  He rides my cock.  I watch the look on his face as he goes into his own private fuck place.  Then he remembers I want to taste the freshly fucked hole.  He sits back on my face.

“I think I have to piss,” he tells me once I’m finally allowed to breathe again.  I kneel on the floor.  He is very ready.  He unloads a huge, very strong, load of piss down my gullet.  I know the moment it peters out that it is time to breed him.

Back to doggie.  Not much ass eating this time.  It’s dick in hole.  Fast, hard and with a purpose.  My hips beat on his upturned ass: Cum.  Cum.  CUM.  I shoot.  Spurt after spurt.  I hold on his him and let his talented ass milk me.

Only then do I pull out.  I sink to my knees and begin to felch.  He whimpers…until I snowball some of the load into his mouth…

"Whatever You Want…”

Detroit—March, 2018

“I want a session that will just be us.  I want you to get much more nasty than you were able to with someone else in the room.”

I typed back that I was indeed open to a meet. 

“Great!”  The writer was the African American sub I had played with in January when my friend Alex and I had taken turns on him.  (That meet is detailed Here.  Pictures of the boy at our first meeting are Here and Here.)

We set up a time.  I would arrive and make myself at home while he finished up at work.  The scene would begin not when he got home—but when he emerged from the shower.  On the appointed day, I found his house easily.  I had an hour or so to wait for him. 

I let myself in at the side door.  I heard fucking.  Was he here?  Was there some top filling his hole for me?  I walked through the kitchen into the living room.  Nope.  It was the television.  It was playing porn for me to enjoy until he got home.  A number of the scenes in the conglomeration he had playing were of young Black men being used, abused and seeded by White daddies.  Sitting square in front of the television was his rimseat. 

I shed my clothes and got into my leathers.  I sat on the couch behind the rimchair.  My cock got hard fast.  I didn’t stroke it, but I certainly squeezed it occasionally as the men/boys on screen were bent over and used for no one’s pleasure but the top doing the fucking.

The sub came in.  We said hello.  Barely.  I basically acted like the porn was far more interesting than he was.  He made a beeline to the shower.  In no time, he came out and knelt in front of me, dressed in nothing but a blue jock…

I stand up.  I walk behind him and lift his left arm.  I buckle the wrist restraint on him.  He shivers.  I do the right arm.  I reach down and fasten them together.  His head is down, chin on his collar bone.  I walk around in front of him.

“Look at me.”  My voice is low.  Level.  Authoritive.

His head snaps to attention.

“Now, boy, you are going to suck my cock.”

He starts to speak.

“Quiet.”  My voice is no louder.  Just more commanding.  “Open your damn mouth.”

He does and I’m inside him.  I grab his ears and begin a demanding throat fuck.  He just ovals as widely as possible and lets me use him.  I love moving over his velvety tongue as my cock pushes into his throat. 

When I stop fucking, he is panting.  I lean over, pull his chin down and spit in his mouth.  “Now get under the seat.”  I undo his hands so he can lie on his back.  I put the seat down.  I spit on his face once more and sit on the rimchair.  It’s a particularly hot scene on the television.  I stroke myself.  I make occasional comments to let him know my grunts and groans are inspired by the porn, not by the superb rimming he is giving me.

He is panting, desperate for air and some slight word of encouragement.  I change tactics.  “Get your tongue in there,” I bark out.  “If you like my hole so much, show it.” 

He redoubles his efforts.  And he does love my hole.  His cock has been rock hard from the moment his tongue first touched my pucker.  “That’s it,” I sigh.  “Eat my fuckin’ hole.  Make me want to fuck you.”

I get up.  I strap the ankle restraints onto his ankles as he lies under the seat.  I snap on the spreader bar between them.  I sit back down and let him continue.  I make him wonder when I am going to use the new equipment.

I wait…and let him lick.

I stand.  I tell him to stick out his tongue.  I spit on it.  I grab the bar and pull his legs up.  “Hold on to it,” I tell him.  He grabs the bar, still under the seat, and pulls it so his ass is elevated.  I kneel, spit on my dick and guide it into his hole.

“Ohhhh…fuck…” he whimpers as I begin to fill him.

“Take it, Asslicker.  It’s what you wanted.”

The moment I belittle him, his hole flowers open.  I am balls deep in his hot black ass.  I look down.  I can never get over the color contrast of my pink and white dick splitting his ebony cheeks wide open.  He pulls on the bar, bringing his ankles closer to his head and tilting his ass up for even easier access for me.  I fuck away.  The sounds of the real fucking are covering the ones from the TV.  His ass is making a delicious wet sound, like he already has a load in him, even though I know that’s not true. 

I pull out of his ass, pulling up the seat of the rimseat.  “Sit up.”  I stand as he does what I tell him.  My dick goes into his mouth.  “Taste your hole.”  He goes to town on me.  “Clean me off.  Every drop.”

I pull out and spit in his mouth once more.  He hates it—but he lets me do it.

I push him around until he is leaning on one of his chairs—wet ass jutting directly at me.  I enter him roughly and fuck…

*****

We are in his sling room.  He is secured to the frame by the wrist restraints.  And blindfolded.  I hit him again with a leather paddle on his rounded butt.  I have used a paint stirrer, some sort of fraternity paddle and now this leather one.  I let it drop with a clatter.  He reacts to the sound just as much as if I had hit him again. 

I pick up the riding crop.  I slap it into my hand.  Swish and slap.  He tenses.  Instead of hitting him, I run the leather tipped flap down his spine.  I linger as it goes down his ass crack.  He whimpers.

“Beat me.  Whatever you want…”

I wait a moment. Then I spit on his ass.  The crop comes down on the wet spot with a terrific crack. 

“Yes, SIR.”

Again and again. 

*****

He’s in the sling.  I am fucking him hard.  I have released his arms from where I had them fastened above his head.  He rubs them to get some circulation back into them.  Then he begins jerking his dick.  I let him. 

“I’m going to cum, Sir.”

“Go ahead, boy.”

He shoots an amazing amount of white cum across his black abs.  I stop fucking and pull out.  He looks relieved.   I scoop up his cum and coat my cock.  I push back into him.  He grunts—clearly not expecting me to go up him again. 

I fuck. 

With the slickness of his jizz, I am breeding him in no time…

Used

Detroit—January, 2018

The last time he appeared in these pages he wasn’t called by any name.  He’s a sub, after all.  He was just “boy” if I ever referred to him.  When we last met, he begged me to call him names I still refuse to type.  We had not met up since that time.  Only the distance we live apart had kept me from using him again.  That was about to change.

The boy had contacted a top friend of mine.  The top, Alex, called me and wondered if I could help him use the boy.  I could.  This top has appeared in these pages, too.  He loves gay campgrounds—and you’ve read about me gagging on his big dick that gets unexpectedly thick in the middle of the shaft.

We drove together and found the boy’s house easily.  He was ready to serve…

I go in first.  We greet each other in his kitchen.  No hugs, just verbal.   His eyes are lowered.  He takes me into the living room and kneels to help me remove my outdoor boots.  He is unlacing them as Alex comes in.  He stays on his knees while we strip off.  I put on my good combat boots.  I reach for my chaps and let them drop back in the bag.

“Get up,” I tell him.  “Kneel on the couch.”

He does, his ebony ass jutting right at me.

I am instantly on my knees.  My face is in his ass crack.  I pull back and give his butt a loud slap with the flat of my hands.  He grunts out a “Thank you, Sir.”

I go back to eating his hole.

“Fuck me, Sir.”

I ignore him and keep eating.  Finally I stand up and push into his wet hole.  Hard.  No finesse.  Marking him as ours for the next few hours.  I fuck.  The sound fills the room.  I pull out the moment I sense that Alex is ready to take my place.

I let Alex fuck him as I zip myself into my chaps.

Our play had little linear momentum that afternoon.  Here are a few moments of how the boy was used.

We are in his bedroom on his bed, which is stripped of everything but a sheet.  He is on all fours.  I am sitting, legs splayed wide, as he sucks my dick.  Alex, kneeling behind him, is fingering the boy’s hole.  He reaches round and has the boy taste his ass on Alex’s fingers.  He pulls them out of his mouth and directs his head back onto my cock.  Alex fucks him from behind.  Hard and loud.  The boy gasps around my cock, but his eyes are shining.  He’s right where he wants to be. 

When it’s my turn to fuck, we don’t move, we just turn the boy.  I get up on my knees, briefly taste his hole and enter him.  I direct his head onto Alex’s ass wet cock.  He makes a show of not doing ass to mouth—until his mouth touches the cock.  Then he can’t hide his hunger for it.

We rotate him again.

And again.

His ass is wet now.  Terrifically wet and sloppy.  I tell him so.

And we turn him around one more time.

*****

We go next door into the sling room—in what would have been a guest bedroom.  He is about to get into it.  I stop him.  I unhook one side of the sling so it hangs to the floor.  I put my leather restraints on his wrists.  I hook him to the chains above his head.  His body is bent at a 90 degree angle with his hands reaching out in front of him.  I attach my homemade spreader bar to his ankles.  He can’t go anywhere.  I take out my leather paddle.  I run it all over his back, down his ass crack and down his thighs.  I’ve yet to give him a first whack with it.  He is shivering in anticipation.

“Put the blindfold on him,” I tell Alex.

He buckles it in place.

I slap his ass cheek with the paddle.  First one cheek, then the other.  Back and forth.  Enough to smart, to just raise the blood to the surface of the skin.  Alex has found a wooden paint stirrer on the equipment table.  He is under the boy, doing the same thing, but lighter, to the boy’s full jock pouch.

I give him one last smack.  This one is hard.  It has to sting.  My mouth is instantly on the place I hit him.  I finger his ass crack as I kiss his black butt.  My tongue goes into his very hairy ass crack.  He moans.  I begin to lick out all the precum we’ve left in him…

*****

The boy is on his back and under the rimseat.  I am sitting on it.  The boy is good.  He eats ass like a pro now.  My hole is sopping wet.  Alex is between the boy’s splayed legs.  He fingers the well fucked boy hole.  He shoulders the boy’s legs and his cock begins to fuck him.  The boy forgets all about my hole and revels in the fuck.

*****

We finally put him in the sling.

There are toys to use on him.  Some of his own—some I’ve brought. 

Then it’s our cocks again.

Alex first.  A blistering fuck until he cums deep inside.

He pulls out.  He won’t let me clean his cock.  He waits for his nerve ending to calm down and sticks it in the boy’s mouth.  I can only hear that, for my tongue is deep in the boy’s ass, sampling the load deep inside the boy.

It’s my turn to fuck.  I glide home on Alex’s cum.

Ten strokes.  And I’m spewing my load deep into him.

I hold onto the chains.  I let my head clear.  I go down and get a mouthful of our mixed seed.  I stand up.  I tap the boy’s chin.  He opens…and I drizzle the white sticky mess into his mouth.  I also deliberately coat the black skin of his chin with our very white seed.

Links (with photos of my first encounter with the boy.)  Part One     Part Two

Lube

Detroit—March, 2013

 
“Are we on for tonight?”  The message flashed in my inbox.

 “Yes,” I typed back.  “I’ll see Dad at four and be at your place by 6:30.”

 “Great.  I have what you suggested.”

 I had to think for a moment.  Still not sure, I typed back a non-committal “Oh?”

 "The lube you like,” he sent back.

 Oh.  That.  “I’m looking forward to it.  See you soon,” I signed off.

 

I let myself in and go down to the basement.  Sean is laying out towels on the counter near his sling.  We hug.  We talk about this and that as I strip down.  It’s been almost six months since we’ve seen each other.  He is looking great.  His arms are impressive, as is his chest.  He might not be as defined as when I first met him years ago, but he still turns heads in any bar.  He’s tan, from some sort of trip to get out of a Michigan winter.  He’s wearing nothing but a blue jock.

He spends very little time sucking my cock.  Which is fine, I get hard just looking at him.  Sean hops up into the sling.  I look at his muscular butt cheeks thrust towards me.  I kneel on the rug he’s thoughtfully placed for me at the business end of the sling.  I kneel, pull his tanned ass cheeks apart and start to lick him.

“Eat that hole.”

I groan into him, sticking my tongue in even farther.  I jerk myself, adding a little lube to my cock from my own supply that I keep stuck in my jock.  I spit and lick it back out.  I spit again.  And again.  It’s time to fuck.

I stand up.  I work my cock in.  Not slowly, not fast.  Just a steady push until I am fully in.  Sean grins up at me.  I hold.  Then pull back out.  I push in.  Faster.  And back.  Now I just slam it home and pull almost all the way out.  It’s fast and loud, with my hips slapping against his ass.

Finally, I slow down to catch my breath.  Then I’m out, and kneel to taste what I’ve done to his hole.

Damn.  I must be leaking precum like crazy.

“It’s over there on the counter.”

I look up.  The small bottle is just in my line of sight from between his legs.  A little clear vial filled with some pearly white fluid.

“How many loads?”  I ask.

“Six.  I’ve been jerking off all week waiting for this.”

I stand up and grab it.  I undo the lid.  I lift it to my nose. 

Damn.

I pour a coupled of dollops out so it runs down the crack of his ass.  I am right there to push his own semen with my tongue into his fucked hole.  I savor the sweetness of his cum.  I want to swallow it, but I don’t.  I push it back, deeper, into his hole.  I stand up and enter him.

Oh, God.  There is nothing like fucking in load.  Even this little bit.  I pump him hard, then pull out and taste the frothy mess I’ve made.  I reach down to the bottle and pour a little more, right on his puffy pucker.  Sean groans.

“Fuck that shit into me.”

I do.  Hard.

I taste it all again.  I savor and swallow some. 

This time I pour some of his bottled cum right on my hard cock.  I fuck it all the way into his guts.  Sean is jerking furiously.  We are both incredibly turned on by this simple idea of using his cum for lube.  I have enough jizz still in my mouth to spit some on his cock, to change the feel of his jerking.  I pour the last of the bottle onto my cock.

I enter his juicy ass.  The feel of his own cum on his dick takes Sean right over the edge.  He squirts five spurts that pool on his pumped up chest.  I last maybe ten thrusts with the way his ass is spasming.

I grunt an unintelligible obscenity as I shoot.  When I can focus again, I bend forward.  My tongue mops up his chest.  Then I hunker down.  I hold on to Sean and bury my face in his cream pied ass.

In the Basement

Detroit—September, 2012

I was in the Detroit area to see my Dad at his extended care facility—not that he’d remember I’d been there.  I was hoping to combine the parental visit with some sex with an infrequent regular.  As Dad and I sat at his second story window and counted the ducks on the pond for the fourth time since I’d arrived, I got a text from Sean.  He’d be home and ready by 6pm.  I got Dad down to the dining room for his early supper, sat in my car for a long minute and pulled out of the lot—knowing that the beef tips on Dad’s menu had already erased any chance he’d remember I’d been there…

 I’m in the gay enclave of Detroit in no time.  Sean has a beautiful older house.  I don’t see any of it this trip—for I go in the side door and straight to the basement.  There he is--all buff and beautiful--his gym built chest showing every hour he’s spent on it.  Sean is in his early 40’s and looks a little younger.  He has dark hair with a rugged, tan face and a rather aquiline nose.  He has on a dark blue jock which covers a nice bulge of meat.  A tat is just visible poking above the elastic of the waistband.  He gets up out of his sling, setting it swaying, with the chains in the rafters gently clinking.

We hug.  His strong arms hold me briefly.  I vent briefly about my family stuff as I strip down, before I get my boots back on.  I shake off my mood as he puts in the latest Treasure Island.  And hops back in the sling.

“Give me that hot tongue.” 

I don’t wait for more.  I kneel and spread his cheeks.  His ass is muscular, but slim.  And hairy.  I lose the last of my family concerns, with spitting and poking my tongue deeply into his pucker.  He grunts.  I hear him groping on the side table for the poppers.  The air goes acrid the moment he finds them and twists the cap.

“Fuck me.”

I rise.  My cock is perfectly aligned with his wet, slick hole.  I push.  I don’t go in easily.  He’s clamping down—playing at keeping me out.   Sean relaxes.  I glide in the first five inches. 

His eyes widen.  “It’s been too long,” he grunts.

I move in steadily.  My unruly pubes are smashed up against his ass cheeks in no time.

“Oh, yeah,” I sigh.  “Way too long.”

I move slowly. Taking barely any of it out of his ass.  He’s milking it so beautifully.  Finally, I pull out a little more.  And then, all but the head. 

I hold.

Then drive it home. 

Sean is moaning now—and jerking his cock.  I am fucking at a hard tempo—getting to it much faster than usual. 

This is a perfect buddy fuck.  No tricks, no toys, no piss, no fist.  Just pumping my thick cock as deep into him as I can.

I slow, stop the thrusts, and eat his hole.

“I just shot like half a load.”  I stand up, lean across him and lick up his cum.  I shove it into his hole, working it as deep as I can with my tongue.  This makes my cock throb and drip.  I rise and slip it home.  All the way in, this time.  He’s stroking and telling me to fuck him hard. 

I do.

I eat his ass again—tasting the cum I’ve churned into froth.

We fuck.

We take a quick piss break—in the bathroom.  No kink today.

 I bend him over in the sling, letting the webbing support his chest.  A tribal design is visible in the small of his back.  I like the view, but the angle of fucking is not as good.  He gets back in the sling.

I slip in and do a quick accelerando of balls slapping on ass.  I am banging him hard.  He shoots.  I slow.  “Keep going,” he barks.  I do.  In no time, he shoots a second load.  This time I truly stop. 

“Can you take some more?”  I ask.

“Are you close?”

“Sure,” I lie.

I kneel and taste what I’ve done to his ass—that half load of his cum has made his hole better than any dessert.  It gets me closer to shooting faster than I thought possible.  I get up and ram it in his hole.

“Give it to me.”

In three more thrusts I do—I give him my load.  My head snaps back.  I make some sort of sound I don’t recognize.  I gasp and collapse on his sticky chest.  His arms hold me in place.  But for not nearly long enough. 

We towel off and dress, nattering about nothing.

We hug. 

We sort of kiss.

We promise to do it again sooner rather than later.  Both knowing it will likely be later.

I sit in my car, wishing I were not driving 120 miles after shooting my load. 

I inhale.  Sean’s cum is still in my beard. 

A smile plays on my lips, as I look at myself in the rearview mirror.  I breathe deeply.  Inhaling his aroma.  And turn the key.