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…

Keith in the Playroom: Giving Our Tongues a Workout

 My Playroom—November, 2025

 

The playroom continued to be kept warm in the last few days of November.  The very next day Keith made the drive over.  He looked as handsome as ever as I answered the door.  We hugged and, after he took a quick piss, we went down to the playroom…

 

I am lying on the bed as I watch him strip.  His clothes go into the chair by the door.  He leaves on a pair of socks as the floor is still cool.  I spread my legs, knowing he loves to start with a long lick and suck session on the bed.  Keith crawls between them.  He huffs the jock.  He begins licking it, making small sounds of pleasure in the back of his throat.  He peels the pouch away from my hardening cock.  He licks the shaft, up and back down, before taking it deep into his mouth.  He deep throats me effortlessly.  He pulls off—a big grin on his face.

He begins licking my balls.   First one, then the other.  Over and over.  Now under them.  His tongue trails down my perineum and flirts with my asshole, before working back up.  Keith sucks my left testicle into his mouth.  He is so careful about it, I rub his head to show how pleased I am.  He sucks on it lightly, never clamping down.  Now the right.  He treats it to the same delicious feeling before letting it go.  He goes back to my cock and begins to do everything once again.

I’m in no hurry.  It feels wonderful and it connects us in the best way possible. 

Maybe twenty minutes late I finally suggest that I want to return the favor by eating his ass.  The fuck bench is still in the flat position from last night.  We leave it there and Keith gets onto what amounts to a padded table, on all fours.  I move the coconut oil to the side and lube up my cock as my tongue goes to work on his ass crack.  I start above his hole and work slowly down, making him want it.  I touch on his pucker, but keep right on licking down.  And back up, again with just the tiniest tongue flick on what will become the main event.  I keep moving up his hairy crack. 

Keith moans.  I give in and begin to burrow into him.  I jerk my cock as I do it.  I can’t get enough of his hairy hole.  It welcomes me, opening easily.  His ass lips grow puffy.  I make them grow even more by sucking them into my mouth.  I hear him hit the poppers.  He groans and reaches down for his dick.  I bat his hand away and pull it straight down.  He is juicing like crazy.  My fingers mop up his precum and wipe it on his hole.  I tongue his juices into him and he begins to jerk his cock.

I stand up and slide into him.  Keith groans and stops stroking his dick.  He concentrates on the feel of my cock filling him up.  I am doing a slow, easy stroke.  The moment he lets go of his cock I build up to giving it to him hard and fast.

I pull it out of his hole and bring my cock to him.  He eagerly devours my dick, licking off the heady combo of precum, ass jizz and coconut oil.  He reluctantly lets me pull out of his mouth and now—with my cock covered in his saliva—I push back into his ass.  I fuck him hard, slapping his ass.  He cleans me up once more.  This time when I move back to fuck him, his ass looks so inviting I fall to my knees and eat him out again.  I love how my cock has made him gape.  I can’t stop tongue fucking him.

I suggest we move to the sling.  Keith gets his right leg down—and knocks the coconut oil over.  I was so entranced in eating his ass, I hadn’t bothered to move it.  I throw a towel over the puddle and get him into the sling.

I spend a long time eating him out again.  The sling and stirrups spread his legs (and his ass) open for easier access.  I lick and spit and tongue fuck his hole.  I stand up and fuck.  Hard.  Cradling his balls up and out of the way.  I pull out and make him lick my cock so he can see why I spent so long licking him out.  He cleans me happily, craning over the side of the sling.

I fuck him some more. 

Another cleaning. 

And a fuck.

“May I eat your ass, Sir?”

We trade positions.  Keith starts on my balls and works down, skirting my hole, just like I had done to him.  It just makes the first contact of his warm tongue and my tight pucker that much hotter.  Soon he is tongue fucking me and jerking his own cock.

I reach down and fasten the stirrup clip behind my head and the stirrup around my knee.  I do the same for the right leg.  It tilts my ass up and gives him even easier access to go deep inside me with his tongue. He eats me out.

Keith shows no signs of getting tired—but I don’t want to monopolize the time.  I tell him we should use the rimseat.  I pull it out and get the mat in place.  I lie down and he sits on the seat, his well-fucked ass less than an inch from my mouth.  I dig in.  I hear Keith moan—and uncap the poppers.  He inhales—and the moans become more intense.  I lick and spit and tongue the fuck juices from his hole.

I turn my head to the right, so I can catch a deep breath.  I eat him out again.  This time as I turn, I mutter, “Ride my cock and sit back down.”

He knows just what I want.  He bounces on my dick, facing the away from me and watching the porn on the television.  In moments, he is back on the seat, his ass awash with my precum and his juices.  I tongue fuck him as he does another round of poppers.

I am so close to shooting.  I tap his thighs, as soon as I guess he has a clear head.  He gets up and lends me a hand to get up off the mat.  I tell him I need to shoot.

“You want me in the sling?”

“Would it be okay for you to rim me again—and let me shoot that way?”

“Fuck, yes!”  His eyes are shining.  Something slightly different is turning him on even more.

I get in, keeping my legs up on the chains.  Keith begins eating me out.  In earnest.  I hear him jerking his cock as he does it.  His hand reaches up and he hands me his poppers.  Perfect.  I take a deep hit and my head swims.  My cock grows.  My hand moves faster.  I groan once.  Keith drills into me---and I shoot.  Everywhere.  All over my chest and up to my neck.

Keith goes to the bed, as I lie there a moment.  He is jerking fast.  His feet are on the bed, his ass on the edge.  I get out of the sling and move to him.  I want to lick his ass to help him shoot.  I touch his pucker—and he shoots before my tongue reaches him.  I change course—and lick up his splattered seed…

Keith Gets Wet

 My Playroom—August, 2025

Sometimes I even surprise myself.  At the end of August, I couldn’t seem to say ‘no.’  The house party was on Saturday, on Sunday Jaylen came over for a hard fucking and on Monday Keith had a free day and wanted some playroom time.   Of course, I said ‘yes!’ 

He showed up, as handsome as ever.  He took a quick piss before we headed down to the playroom.  He stripped and tossed his clothes on the chair.  I just watched, especially now that he was down to nothing but a jock.  My cock started to fill as he bent over to tuck his shoes under the chair, giving me the perfect view of that hot ass.  I couldn’t wait…

 

Keith sits on the corner of the bed.  I walk over, pulling my half erect cock out of the pouch.  He takes me in his mouth and in moments gets me as hard as the proverbial rock.  I begin a slow fuck of his face.  He ovals and lets me inch a little deeper down his throat with each stroke.  Before I’m quite there, he grabs my balls and pulls me all the way inside him.  He chokes and groans.

I suggest I lie down on the bed.  I know this is his favorite way of connecting.  He gets up and I lie spreadeagled on the twin bed.  He gets between my legs, his face hovering over my erect cock.  He bends so his nose is on my big ball sack.  He inhales deeply.  Sighs.  And begins to lick.  It’s my turn to moan.  There is something about his tongue—and the connection it brings—that makes it feel like a whole new experience.  I love to be licked.  But with most men, I am ready to go on to something else after 5 or 6 minutes.  Not with Keith.  I just let him stay there, licking and sucking my cock, balls and perineum, for as long as he wants.

Finally content, he looks expectantly at me.  “Where do you want me?”

The fuck bench is still set up as a padded, flat table.  I tell him to get on all fours on it.  It’s my time to lick.  I pull his ass cheeks apart and try to make him feel as good as he made me feel.  I seem to be doing just fine.  He is groaning, telling me he can’t wait for me to be inside him.  I stay there, tonguing his hole, longer than usual, just to hear him beg.  Finally, I stand up and slide in.   His ass is wonderfully warm and wet.  I fuck him, telling to him to look at himself in the mirror.  He checks the one dead in front of him and groans before remembering the one on the side wall.  He moans louder as he finds it, and can see my cock pump into his upturned ass.

I pull out.  He cleans me ravenously.  Another man who loves the taste of his ass as much as I do.  He slobbers all over my dick—and I fuck him with his spit as lube for round two.  He cleans me again, before I suggest we move to the sling.

Once I have his ankles in the stirrups, I taste his ass once more.  The second fuck has made him wetter still.  I stand up and fuck him, using just a small sheen of coconut oil on my cock.  I move to the side of the sling and let him clean me up again, loving the look in his eyes as he does it.

Keith has told me in the past he is a very vanilla guy—eager to try more.  Taking a cue from what I did the day before with Jaylen, I ask for his wrists.  I add the restraints.  I fasten them behind the sling, so he can no longer play with his cock.  His eyes get a little big, but he’s fine with it.

I go back and fuck him.  I use the eggheaded dildo for variety, but he seems indifferent to it.  I go back to my dick—and his face is rapturous.  I pause and add the ankle restraints.  I hang a chain from dead center of the top of the sling frame.  I attach his ankles to the two ends.  This pulls him up slightly, rolling his ass back and into a different angle.  I fuck him.  It must feel good—as he starts to babble as I do it.

I pull out and release his legs, returning them to the usual stirrups.

“Sir, I need to piss.”

“You used the wash tub last time so you don’t have to go upstairs.”

“Or I can go up…”

“Or you can piss right here…”

“Sir, I really have…”

And before he can say more the piss begins.  His cock is still outside the pouch.  I quickly bend and take him in my mouth.  I know that he knows I do watersports, but he can’t believe I’m gulping down his piss.  And gulping is the only word for it; it’s a torrent.  More than the towel under the sling could handle.  But it is turning me on like crazy to drink from his tap.  And to hear the pleasure in his sighs.  It seems like ages before the stream slows and stops.  Keith is left gasping in the sling.  I get him up and out so we can hug.

This leads to another session on the bed.  His mouth is once again all over me, but it’s not exploratory this time.  It’s much more demanding.  He licks me everywhere but my ass.  I really want his tongue on my hole.  I ask why he’s not gone a little lower.

“I never know if I should…”

“You should.”

But I jump in the sling.  I want him to have easy access.  The towel is wet—imagine!  My legs stay on the chains.  He kneels and begins teasing me, working his tongue slowly down from my testicles, now under them and finally hitting the bullseye.  I groan.  So does he and begins lapping at me in earnest.   Soon he is tongue fucking me.  I pull my legs back so he can go deeper. 

He stands and feeds me his poppers.  I take the hit.  So does he.  And the tongue fucking of my hole begins again.  Hard.  Fast.  Both of us making unintelligible sounds.  As the fumes subside, I tell him to stand up and kiss me.  He does, leaning across me.  I love the taste of my ass on his tongue.  We stay that way for some minutes.

I need to piss, after the huge load I swallowed.  I know I need to keep it away from his face—at least for today.  I get up and pull out the rimseat and place the mat in front of it.  I tell him to bend into the sling.  I slip in and shoot what I think is a small amount of piss into his ass.  He groans.

“Now sit on my face.”

I slide into place under the rimseat.  He sits.  Instantly, the piss pours from his hole.  I have given him way more than I thought.  I swallow the twice recycled piss, my cock nearly exploding.  Once it turns to a dribble, I eat his hole voraciously.  Keith moans.  He reaches down and pulls his ass cheeks apart so I can go even deeper.

I need to breed.  I tell him so.  He gets in the sling, knowing I love to watch his face as I give him my seed.  I get up.  I don’t even need to lick his ass again.  I just push into his wet, hot hole. 

“Fill me up…” he moans.

“Fuck, yes!”

I thrust a few more times—and give him whatever is left in my balls after fucking and breeding three days in a row…

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…

Restraining Keith

 My Playroom—April, 2025

 

I was excited.  Keith was coming back to the playroom.  I hadn’t minded packing up the equipment to go to his place, but it was just easier to be in my own little den of iniquity.  I had done nothing on the Sunday after the house party, so my balls were full for Keith on this sunny Monday afternoon.

He arrived, looking as hot as always.  We hugged and we went straight to the basement.  I shut the door and turned on the porn as he got naked.  Keith is now in his 50’s but you’d not know it.  He stood there, naked, his cock plumping and asked the best possible question: “Where do you want me…?”

 

I don’t answer.  I go and sit on the fuck bench, that is still in the padded table position.  I spread my legs as I point to the floor in front of me.  He kneels.  His mouth is all over the discolored fabric of the jock.  He tongues it.  He pulls it aside and sighs as his tongue finds my balls.  He suckles each one before he moves to my elongated dick.  He licks up the shaft before taking me into his throat for the first of countless times today.  He sucks me for a bit, then moves back to my balls.  And under them.  I lean back, but it’s not as comfortable as I want it to be.

“Let’s move to the bed.”  His face lights up.  I lie down so he can work on all of me below the waist, just as he had at his house.  His tongue is everywhere.  Balls, perineum, cock, piss slit and back again to where he started.  He starts for my asshole, but I stop him.  I want to save that treat for later.

Finally, Keith comes up for air.  He is breathing slightly hard, but the look on his face is ecstatic.   “I need to eat your ass,” I tell him, pointing to the flattened fuck bench.  He gets up and gets on all fours.  I kneel behind him and my tongue connects with his slightly puffy ass lips.  I dig in.  He sighs.  He remembers the mirror on the side wall that show him just what I’m doing.  His gaze is riveted to watching me eat him out.  I can’t get enough of his hole.  It is juicing more and more as my tongue invades him.

Finally, I stand up.  My very red cock pushes into him.  Keith gasps.  I wait for his breathing to change.  When it does, I begin a slow in and out.  He moans in pleasure.  I pick up speed.  Soon my hips are slapping his upturned ass.  I stop abruptly.  I pull out and give him my cock to clean.  He licks his ass lube off it, mumbling a little incoherently about how good it is.  I go back and fuck him again.  Another cleaning.

“Let’s move to the sling.”

He gets in, his legs up on the chains.  I move to the side of the sling.  He assumes I’m feeding him my cock again.  But I’m not.  I unsnap the wrist restraints hanging above his head and put them on him.  His eyes get slightly wider as I buckle them in place.  “You said you wanted to try some new things.  Is this okay?”

He nods.  And I fasten his wrists up on the sling chains above his head.  “No jerking while I fuck you,” I grin.  I do his ankles and attach them to the chains.  I love the look of him trussed up.  I go to my knees and eat his juicy hole.  I stand up and fuck.  I eat him out again.  And fuck.

Keith is groaning.  He is so used to either feeling himself or touching my head as I rim, that not being able to move is really new.  As I go to eat his hole again, I remember how Jake had suggested attaching the chain in the middle of the sling frame, so I could clip his legs to it so they were straight up.  I add the chain and move him.  Keith moans his approval.  I grab the leather blindfold.

“I’ve never done this…” he mumbles as I re-size it for his head.  I black out his vision, with the soft lambskin, on the inside, covering his face. 

“Okay?”

He nods.  Not quite trusting himself to speak.  I eat his ass.  I fuck him.  I have him clean my cock.  But everything feels different now.  He can’t tell what I’m going to do before I do it.  I fill my mouth with my warm tea before I eat him out again.  He groans at the temperature change.  I eat.  I fuck.  The next time I take a drink of the ice water that is always in the playroom.  He really moans as my cold tongue burrows into him.  I fuck him again.  Hard.  Fast.  Rocking the sling frame.

I stick my dick in his mouth and remove the blindfold.  He tells me how much he loved it.  I unclip him and help him out of the sling.  “My turn,” I tell him.  “I want you to lick my ass.”  I jump in the sling, my legs on the chains.  “Pass me the blindfold.”  He gets it from where it hangs on the corner of the frame.  I put it on and ‘go away’…letting his tongue do anything he wants to me.  He licks, he tongue-fucks me.  He does my balls.  Licks up the shaft of my dripping cock—and burrows into my ass again, tongue fucking my precum into my hole.  I bring my knees to my chest, tilting my ass up slightly.  Keith moans…and goes deeper with his tongue…

*

I slowly come back to reality and tell him we should get me out of the sling.  I take off the blindfold. For a moment, I feel slightly unsteady on my feet as I stand up.  We hug—before I pull the rimseat from the wall and move it next to the bed.

“Who’s under first?” I ask.

“Please let me.  I want you to sit on my face so bad.”

I nod and let him lie down.  I lower the seat and sit down.  I take a hit of poppers and get lost as he licks out my hole once again.  But it feels different now.  Even more connected with each other.  When my head clears, I abruptly stand up.  I grab the spreader bar and clip it to the ankle restraints.  I roll his legs up.  He grabs the bar along with me, rotating his ass off the mat and into perfect fuck position.  I fuck him hard, before letting his legs down.  I sit again on the rimseat.  He thanks me by letting his tongue be even more active.

“You want my dick again?”

I am pretty sure he answers “Please, Sir,” but it’s hard to tell with his face pressed so tightly to my ass.  I get up, pull the bar up and fuck him hard.  He reaches for his own cock, and then thinks better of it.  “I’d have shot,” he admits.  I let his legs relax and sit on his face one last time.  Again, he burrows deep, mumbling out how good I taste.

We return to the bed, at his suggestion.  “I need your balls,” he says simply.  He can’t get enough of the sex sweat that has built up where they meet my body.  He licks and licks, his tongue moving non-stop.  Once again, he plays with his cock, but stops himself, just before he shoots.

“Fuck me.  Please.”

I’m delighted to get him back in the sling.  His oral work on my balls has me on the edge.  He hops in.  I spend a little time on his ass, returning the rimming favor.  It just gets me hotter.  I stand up and slip inside him.

“Fuck!” he croons.  “Breed me.”

I nod and begin the final anal assault.  It grows and grows.  I am panting.  I know my orgasm is seconds away, and…

It’s there.  I am flooding him with seed.  Every nerve in my cock is firing and I blast it deep into his guts…

After I recover, I stay inside him, encouraging Keith to shoot himself.  He tries—and though he was so close before—he can’t quite get there.  “Over stimulated,” he sighs.  I tell him to get home and relive the scene, while fingering my cum in his hole.  He nods.  “I will.”

I am pretty sure that worked for him.

Showing Off for an Audience

 Near Home—March, 2025

 

You would have thought I would be sated after my terrific time with Keith.  Seemingly not.  The next day I went in search of more fun…

 

I arrive after lunch.  I walk into the theatre space.  I join seven other men.  I don’t know any of them.  I pass a very handsome Latino in his early 30’s leaning on the wall by the restroom door.  He is watching the straight porn avidly and groping a mound in his trousers.  A Black man is at the corner near the Latino.  He has his dick out and is stroking it.  Two cubby men are doing the same, but nowhere near each other.  The other three are kneading mounds of cock and balls still covered by their pants. I sit in my usual spot and take out my erection.

All the men are now eyeing each other, except the Latino. He has proceeded to take out a long, thin dick and jerks to the screen where a hung guy is fucking between a woman’s massive breasts.  The rest of us are glancing at the screen and at each other.  No one is ready to make the first move.

I stroke and decide enough is enough.  I nod to the slightly shorter cubby guy.  He responds by standing up and kneeling in front of me.  He swallows me down.  It’s nothing special, but it breaks the ice for the day.  The Latino leaning on the wall can’t seem to believe sex is happening right in front of him.  He tries to keep looking at the screen, but keeps turning his head to watch us, too. My cocksucker tires fast.  He gets up and sits down in his place.  He jerks his dick furiously.

I look at the other cub.  A little younger and a little plumper.  He nods at me.  I nod back.  I beat him to the draw and get up and suck his regulation sized cock.  In moments he pleads with me to stop.  I do.  We reverse.  I sit in his seat and he sucks me until he shoots on the floor.  I get up, letting my hard, wet dick swing free, and go to the restroom to piss.  The Latino can’t take his eyes off it as I pass.

I piss and come back out, passing the jerking Latino again.  “Damn…” he whispers.  I smile at him and sit back in my regular seat.  I watch the shorter cubby guy get up and head to the restroom.  On his way back, the Latino stops him and they have a long, whispered exchange.  When they finish, the cub comes over to me.

“That guy,” he tells me, gesturing with his head, “wants to watch me suck you. That ok?”

“Sure.”

He kneels and takes me in his mouth once again.  The Latino is now watching us, not the video.  He stays at the same wall, jerking his larger than average cock.  The guy sucking me is fine, but the idea that we’re doing it to please someone else really elevates it.

The Black guy, who has never looked at anyone, suddenly stands up and shoots on the floor.  He leaves, vacating the chair nearest where the Latino is standing.  “Why don’t we give him a better show?  Let’s move closer.”

The Cub likes this idea.  We go over.  Now the Latino can stand near his wall and be right over my shoulder to watch everything.  I hear his hand on his juicy dick.  It makes hot squishy noises on each stroke.  The Cub is really getting into the blowjob.  He sucks and licks, constantly pulling off me to show the Latino the size of my cock and how deep he just took it in his throat.

A new guy comes into the room.  He is mid 30’s, white and with a pronounced receding hairline.  He sits next to me, taking out his dick and jerking.  He soon asks the Cub if he can have a turn.  I am surprised when he agrees.  He makes room for the new guy, who is a little younger and, it turns out, a better cock sucker.

The idea of a new man on my dick makes the Latino work his own dick faster.

I ruffle the hair of my new cocksucker.  I am surprised by the Latino bending down and whispering in my ear.  “I want to cum on your dick.  Yes?”

I nod.  “I’m sure one of these guys will lick it off.”

He nods repeatedly before he says “But not yet.”

The Cub wants back on my cock.  The new guy stands up and gives me his cock to suck while I’m being serviced.  Again, the Latino is beside himself that I am actually a sucking a cock right in front of him.  He beats his dick faster, if that’s possible.

I really love this scene.  It’s fun and slightly different.  And I love showing off.

The door opens.  In walks Road Worker.  He sees me and smirks.  He walks around the Cub on his knees.   RW strips off his pants.  Then his shirt.  He bends, jutting his butt out by leaning on the chair next to me.  “Put that cock where it belongs,” he rasps out.

The guy in my mouth moves aside instantly.  The Cub gets up, knowing intuitively I am going fuck. He stands next to the guy who was just in my mouth.  They jerk in unison as I stand up and smear lube on my cock.

The Latino moves away from his wall to get a better angle.  “Fuck his ass,” he whispers. 

I let Road Worker take a deep hit of poppers.  I push into him.  Just as roughly as the last time I fucked him.  He loves it.  His cock bounces as I fuck.

“Breed him,” says the Cub.

“Fuck, yeah!” says the new guy, stroking along with my thrusts.

“Fuck that whore.”  This is from a guy who has been here all this time and watched the whole scene.  The fuck has made him come over to us and take his dick out.  I look at the four men stroking to my fuck.  I pull my cock out so they can all see the length of it.  I shove it right back in, fucking Road Worker still harder.  And deeper.

“FUCK!”  Road Worker whines. 

“You want my cum?  I grate out.

He nods and fumbles for the poppers.  I slow down and let him inhale.  I speed up the moment the cap is replaced.

“Take it,” I mumble.  The thrusts speed up.  I am so close.  And I love having guys watch this so avidly.  And…I’m there.  I blast into his guts with I don’t know how many spurts.  I hold his hips as Road Worker shoots all over the floor, milking my dick with his ass, whether he wants to or not.  I close my eyes and hold him onto me until he stops shaking.

When I open my eyes, the floor is awash with cum.  I don’t know how many of my spectators shot…

But the Latino beat me into the restroom…