Fornication Weekend Saturday Afternoon: All About David-SF

 Timberfell Lodge—July, 2025

 

Saturday was my first full day at Fornication Weekend.  I got a new day pass, as I was staying in a motel in the nearest town and not at the campground.  I lounged by the pool, watching the eye candy—and there was plenty of it.  I read a little and by noon I went up to the tavern for my first seminar: Cruising in 2025, hosted by none other than David-SF.  We talked about archetypes of the men you meet while out cruising:  the Pornstar Wannabe, the Talker, the Show Off, the Observer, etc.  We went down to the dungeon and did some role play.  It was a light, fun 90 minutes.

Immediately after, David had a book signing down by the pool.  (I’ll talk more about “The Four Rooms” in a later post.)  I bought the book.  David signed it with an inscription that made me smile.  And no, though I am an over sharer on this blog, I won’t tell you what it said.

I sat in the shade by the pool. Earlier David had asked if I was going to the huge event tonight.  I told him I was.  He didn’t think he was going to go.  He’d had two very full days before I got there.  I thought about that as I opened my book.  I couldn’t concentrate.  In a lull between his signings, I went over and asked David if he had time (and inclination) to play this afternoon.  The look on his face was exactly what I wanted to see.  We set a time later that afternoon, so he could finish up the signing and get himself ready…

David is in in one of the new treetop rooms; small cabins built into the side of the mountain and reached by stairs.  Looking through the window in the door, there is just room for a bed, small night stand and your suitcase on the floor. He’s left me a note.  He’s running a little late.  I lean on the railing and look at the campground below me.  It’s a great view—watching naked or half naked men walking around or, on the patio below me, filming a porn scene.

David arrives, a little breathless.  “I knew I needed to clean deep…”  We kiss and go in.  In moments we are naked.  Well, he is; I have my jock on—but the boots are off.  He has me sit at the head of the bed, my legs splayed.  He kneels between them.  We just look at each other for a long moment.  We’ve been talking about having sex again for the last 13 months, ever since we met at the last Fornication Weekend.  He bends and inhales my cock mound—and all the smells that jock carries from last night.  He sighs.  He tentatively licks the fabric.  He inhales again.  And now we are kissing.  I can taste the jock on his tongue.  My cock is hardening fast.  We break the kiss and he pulls the fabric aside.  He holds the shaft in one hand.  His tongue is all over my dripping head.  He burrows into my piss slit.  I pull him up to kiss him once again.  We are alike in loving to share the tastes of each other’s bodies.

When the kiss relaxes, he begins sucking my cock in earnest.  I close my eyes and lean back, letting him do whatever he wants.  This is new to us—so different from our sling fucks when we met.  He moves down to my balls.  I slouch down, so he has easier access.  His mouth is glorious.  He makes them very wet.  He lifts them, finding the cockring.  His tongue traces along it, digging in, instinctively, between by flesh and the hard metal band.

He comes up and sucks me a little more.  Another kiss. 

I break it with: “I need to eat your ass.” 

He smiles and asks how.  On all fours is my choice for this first time.  I pull his hot cheeks apart and dive in.  My tongue pokes and prods and soothes.  He groans.  A lot.  I can’t get enough.  I keep eating out his hole.  Until my cock can’t stand it.  I need to be inside him.  I stand up.  I work my cock in.  Slowly, but in one long push.  David gasps.  I bottom out.  Every inch of me is buried in this hot man.  I begin to fuck.  Slow.  Every stroke going deep into his very essence.  I pick up the pace.  He’s right with me.  Even pushing back to make sure I’m as deep a possible in his guts.

I pull out and he cleans my cock of his ass jizz.  We kiss again.  Even longer this time.  I end up lying flat and he sucks my cock.  He squirms up my body and kisses me again, letting me taste all the precum I’m leaking.  He reaches behind him and finds my cock.  He guides it into hole.  He groans and sits up, fully impaled.  He rides me hard, slamming himself down on me, his hard cock bouncing.

When he rolls off me, he sucks my cock again.  Then my balls.  His tongue goes down my perineum.  He’s headed for my hole.  I tense slightly.  He notices and asks if I like my ass eaten.  I tell him I do, but I’m not good with fingers or his cock.  His face lights up again.  He can’t wait to taste me in the most intimate way possible.  My legs pushed up, he dives in.  His tongue is everywhere.  For a long time.  When he comes up for air, I murmur “Kiss me.”  David does.  Tender at first, then he’s tongue fucking my mouth just as he did my ass.

He rides me once again.  Harder, if that’s possible.

I fuck him on all fours a second time, spending a long time eating his juicy hole before I enter it.  And fuck.  The sound of my hips slapping his ass filling the tiny room.

We collapse in a pile of entwined flesh.  “I want to eat your ass again,” he whispers in my ear.  “How…?”  I untangle and get on all fours.  I feel incredibly vulnerable and yet totally safe with this man.  He spends a long time licking everywhere, before he begins a serious tongue fucking.  When he finally stops, I roll over.  Once again, he is on top of me, chest to chest, as we kiss.  And kiss…

My cock is rampant.  He stands up, his feet on either side of my chest.  He lowers himself down on my cock.  He sits, squirms to get every inch of me inside.  I’m panting.  He’s breathing hard, even before he begins to ride me.  He slams himself down on my cock.  Over and over.

“Fuck…” he moans.  His hand is beating his meat like crazy.  “Oh, God…I never do this…”

And I know he’s going to shoot.  I can see it on his face, in his eyes, how red and engorged his cock is. 

He utters a strangled cry.  Then:  “You want it?” 

I don’t know if I say yes or just nod, but he is off my dick and thrusting his spurting cock into my mouth.  I swallow it all.  A massive load, he is so turned on.  I hold him in place, not letting him out of my mouth until I’ve gotten every last drop.

He lies on me, once I do.  “You want to get off or save it for tonight?”

“I better save it.”

He smiles that devilish smile that has won him hundreds of fans.  “Well, that decides it.  I’ll go the party tonight and load collect for you…”

He reaches back and holds my quivering, wet cock as we kiss one more time…

Two Favorites

 Near Home—May, 2025

My May hook-ups started with a bang.  Literally.  Two of my favorite men showed up on the same Friday afternoon.  The parking lot was full as I arrived.  I walked into a room of about ten men—every one of them horny and looking to play…

 

I can’t sit in my usual chair.  The main L shape of chairs is full of men.  Many with their cocks out.  One is being treated to a blow job.  (I love that the guy sucking doesn’t even pause as I walk by him.)  I sit to the side, next to a very old man, who has his walker off to the side.  I take out my dick.  It is instantly hard with all the sexual energy in the room.  Shaved Head has just come out of the shadows and is now sucking a guy who sits in my usual chair.  A third pair of men are jerking each other. I watch them, wondering where I’ll start.

I feel a hand.  It is the old man.  His finger swipes my piss slit and he is rewarded with a drop of precum.  He makes a show of licking his finger clean.  I let his soft hand stroke the full shaft.  He is delighted.  He keeps wiping my slit and licking his finger.  He makes the hottest sound of appreciation each time he cleans his forefinger.

Shy One, Shaved Head’s partner, comes over and kneels.  He sucks me.  His mouth is one of the best.  It’s a great way to start my afternoon.  He does everything I love, especially spending a long time on my nut sack.  He only gets up to give his partner a turn.  I wish they would both do me at one time—passing me back and forth.  But I can’t complain, their work has set my balls churning.

The door opens.  In walks Julian, the man I used to call Blond Bottom, before I learned his name and seen him top.  He sits on the other side of me, smiling.  In moments, he strips to just his socks.  He kneels and sucks me.  A few minutes into it, I stand up and begin pumping into his mouth.  (This delights the old man next to us!)  When I sit, Julian does my balls, but not before making me open my pants and pulling them to my knees.  He wants to lick up that ball sweat.  I groan.

On His Phone comes over, phone finally put away.  He hunkers down behind Julian and fingers his ass.  Julian pulls off me, whispering fiercely, “I hate fingers.  Use your damn dick.”

I pass OHP my lube.  He uses it—and slides in.  Julian loves it at both ends.  He groans around my cock—taking the anal pummeling easily.  When OHP tires, he sits next to me, in Julian’s chair.  I direct Julian’s mouth to his cock to clean him up and I go to eat his fucked hole.  He is literally dripping with ass jizz and OHP’s precum.  I slurp it up.  I smear some on my cock and push into him.  Julian stops sucking, coming up to moan.  I am likely twice as big as OHP and he is feeling every inch of me.  I fuck him slow.  I fuck him hard.  I look at the old man’s face—his eyes are riveted to Julian and how he is taking it.  Julian is panting.  The old man finds Julian’s hand on the empty seat with his own.  He takes hold of it.  I keep fucking, as the old man squeezes it, as connected to the fuck as if he were getting it himself. 

I slow down.  On His Phone is ready for round two.  “You want my load, don’t you?” he whispers to Julian.  I move to the side and watch him slide in.  No extra lube needed now.  I sit for Julian to suck me, but he is concentrating on working his ass so much, he ignores me for several moments.  Once he swallows me down, OHP fucks faster and harder.  In moments he is shooting deep into Julian’s talented butt.

I get up.  I clean up ONP’s cock for the briefest moment (It seems to embarrass him.)  I lick Julian’s butt.  He was wet before.  Now he’s awash with sex juices.  

“I’m going to fuck that load deeper.”

I do.  Hard and fast.

Julian needs to move.  He has me sit on the chair.  It’s my turn to hold the old man’s hand as Julian rides my cock.  The whole room can hear how wet his ass is.  When his leg’s tire, I have him kneel on the seat of the chair.  I thrust into him, gliding in with all the natural lube of one type or another.

“Cum inside him,” whispers the old man.  “That’s the best…”

It’s a surprising trigger.  It makes me shoot.  Julian can feel my cock head swell.  He clamps down milking me.  But it is one of those orgasms that make my balls empty, with not much feeling.  But it’s enough to make me stop and catch my breath.   I pull out and lick up any stray cum I’ve pulled out.

Julian is feeling the jizz joy.  He sits in the chair, panting.  He cleans my cock—and I go off to piss.  He’s gone when I come back out.

I am still hard.  And horny.  I sit on the other side of the room, in the short side of the L of chairs.  I watch the porn.  I let one man suck my cock.  He’s one of those that thinks he should get a load in three minutes work.  He goes off to another guy when I don’t deliver.

The door opens.  It is Cute College Kid.  He sees me and sits next to me.  He hauls out his dick.  He waggles it at me.  I go to my knees and suck him.   He is small enough my tongue can be everywhere and I never need to worry about teeth. 

He squirms away, pulling up my head.  I know he has a really short trigger and is likely ready to shoot.  He has me lick his balls to calm his dick down.

Then we reverse.  He is all over my big cock.  I make him do my sweaty balls, just like he did to me.  He stands up after a bit.  He steps out of his jeans, keeping on a loose, red t-shirt.  He stands to my side and gives me his cock to suck.  My fingers play along his ass crack.  He encourages it.  I pause the cock sucking long enough to wet my middle finger.  It finds his hole.  And enters.  I begin to fuck it into him in time with my mouth on his cock.  He groans.

And tells me to slow down.  I do.  But even that is too much.  He pulls away and sits, so he doesn’t shoot too soon.  I get out of my chair and kneel in front of him.  I raise his legs, and begin eating his butt hole.  It has a slight gape from my fingering.  He is in heaven.  I keep knocking his hand off his cock.  I want this to last.

A new guy stands near us.  CCK reaches for him.  He never connects, for my wet cock has replaced my tongue in his ass.  I have never fucked this man with more than two thirds of my dick.  That doesn’t change, but it seems to be an easier angle for him to take me.  He forgets about the other man and begins working his ass. He digs out his poppers.  He takes a hit and holds them under my nose.

Holy shit.  My head swims, but I don’t try to go deeper in him.  I just keep working his tight, wet ass.

“I’m going to…”

I can’t finish the words.  This time as my cock fires off a load, every nerve ending is screaming.  I buck into him, filling him with my ball juice.  The look on his face is ecstatic.  I stop moving with a shudder and let him milk me.  I slowly pull out.

I can’t quite put words together.  “All this time, and I’ve never bred you...”

He smiles.  “Well, it’s about time!”  He pulls me in.  A light kiss.  And he pushes my tongue down to his leaking hole…

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.

A Creamy Reunion with Zane

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"Have You Licked a Guy's Ass?"

Near Home—March, 2025

I waited six days to have sex after my back-to-back days of rutting the week before.  On the last Friday of March, I was in my usual haunt.  I parked around 1:30pm and found a small group of men watching the porn…

 

I nod to Shy One as I take my usual seat.  Shaved Head, the other half of the couple, is sitting behind me watching the gay porn.  He gives me a few moments to get my dick out and hard before he stands up and comes around in front of me.  He touches my arm before going to his knees and engulfing my dick with his mouth.

This excites the older man sitting next to me.  He is easily in his 70’s and I have seen him around since I started coming here.  He watches avidly, all but salivating, as my cock disappears down Shaved Head’s throat.  My eyes wander over the other men.  There are two I don’t recognize.  They watch the straight porn with an occasional glance over to my blow job, the only live sex happening in the room.  After a messy orgasm on the straight screen (with barely any jizz hitting her open mouth) they both leave.

Shaved Head stands up.  He gives my thigh an affectionate squeeze and goes to sit next to his partner, who seems ready to go.  The older man next to me, gurgles out “Nice cock.”  He reaches for it and his soft hand strokes the spit slicked shaft.  But only for a moment.  It quickly goes lower and hefts my balls.  He groans.  “Such big balls…”  He can’t seem to stop fondling them.  There are now only two other men in the room beyond the two of us and the couple and they don’t seem to want to play.  I enjoy his ball massage—he knows what he’s doing—it is never hard or rough.  His fingers seem to love to trace along my hard metal cock ring one moment and then find the soft, hairy skin of my scrotum the next.  Back and forth.  Lazy and sensual.

The two men leave.  One at a time. The old man keeps fondling.

The gay couple has decided to go home.  They get to their feet as the door opens.  A hot white guy in his 30’s comes in.  He walks past the four of us and sits along the side wall, near the gay screen.  He’s likely 5’8”, and thin with dark hair that tumbles onto his brow.  I realize I have seen him before—I’ve actually sucked him off in the old twin theatre set up.  He opens his jeans and pulls out a cock that is long and very thin.

Well, the gay couple is going nowhere now.  Shy One does not live up to his moniker—he moves right to the guy and kneels in front of him.  The young guy smiles and leans back closing his eyes.  Shy One does all his tricks, I can tell from across the aisle.  It’s too much for Shaved Head, sitting near the door.  He goes to join them.  The couple pass his dick from one to the other.  I figure that will do it for him and go back to the porn.

My ball fondler is tired.  He heads out the door.  I look over at the young man, the couple is still having a great work out on his dick, but I can tell they are impatient to get this guy off in one mouth or the other.  They work tirelessly, but they can’t make him blow.  They reluctantly stand up to leave.  The young guy actually sits up and acknowledges them with a muttered ‘thanks.’ The couple go out leaving the two of us.

We watch the different screens.  With occasional glances at each other.  On the third or fourth glance he waves me over.  “I remember you have a good mouth…”  I kneel in front of him.  I lick his wet cock.  My tongue cleans his piss slit.  He easily slides down my throat.  Repeatedly.

He asks me to pause.  He stands and pushes his open jeans to the floor.  There is no underwear in sight.  His naked ass sits on the faux leather chair.  Now I can get to his balls with ease.  I do, tonguing them, licking them, sucking them only when he tells me to do just that.  He hunkers down in the seat.  On any other man, I know that means to stick a finger in his ass.  But this guy?  I drool some of my spit onto my middle finger of my left hand.  It finds his tight pucker.  I make it wet.  He moans encouragingly.  I enter him for the first time.  He pants.  His cock drools onto my tongue.  I begin a slow finger fuck.  He moans.  It opens his hole.  I can finger him more easily.  And it’s making his cock drool like crazy.  I lick and swallow.

“You’re gay, right?” he asks.

I stop sucking and look at him.  Finger still deep in his hole.  “Mostly, yeah.”

“Have you licked a guy’s ass?”

“Sure.  I love to rim.”

He grins.  “I’ve always wanted a guy to do that to me.”

I discreetly pull my finger from his hole.  Praying silently that he cleaned his hole.  He has.  Spotless.  “Turn around and kneel on the chair.  He pauses to get totally naked first.  He turns and kneels.  His ass is slim, but gorgeous, with just the slightest curve.  He’s hairless there but for a few strands around his hole.  I lean in and my tongue licks across the pucker I have been fingering.  He gasps and grabs his cock.  I bat his hand away.  I slowly lick up and down his entire crack.  He reaches for his dick again, but thinks better of it.  Now I drill into his pucker.

“Oh, fuck…” he mumbles.  “That’s incredible.”

I mumble something, never taking my tongue out of him.  I pick up speed.  I lick and spit and drill it into him.  Just like I’m going to fuck him.  He is now grinding his ass into my face.  Pushing hard. 

“Eat my ass,” he moans.  His free hand smacks the back of the chair. “Lick it, Fucker!”  I keep tongue fucking him.  We are both lost in the moment.  I know I want my cock in him.  And his hole is sopping wet…

“You want to get fucked?” I whisper.

“Oh, shit…”

I pull back not sure of his meaning.  He stands and turns.  “Let’s take a break, I don’t do that.  And certainly not with a guy your size.”

He starts getting dressed.  I tell him I am happy to just keep eating his hole.  But the spell is broken.  Once he’s fully clothed, he walks out the door.

I curse myself for asking for more.  I am alone in the theatre.  My cock aching for release. The door open and back he comes.  “That was hot,” he says, standing in front of me.  “I freaked, sorry.”

I nod. 

“I can’t stop thinking about your tongue licking me like that.”  He unzips and pulls out his long thin dick to show me just how hard it still is.  He moves and begins to fuck my face.  It’s over in a moment and I have a belly full of hot young semen.  He zips up and mutters something as he goes out the door once again.

Well, fuck.  I am now totally horned and there is absolutely no one here. 

I stroke.

The door opens.  It is the young Latino who can’t stay hard.  He sits behind me to watch the gay porn. 

I jerk.  Knowing I should just go home.

And the gay sex gods smile on me.  The door opens and a tall white man, likely just 40, enters.  His head is shaved.  He wears his leather jacket like a second skin.  His jeans are tight and there is obviously a swollen cock crammed in there.  He has motorcycle boots on his feet.  He has the look of a big city gay guy—out of place in west Michigan.  He doesn’t ask, he just kneels in front of me.  And gulps me down.  And he’s just what I need.  He takes me effortlessly to the root.  Over and over.

Finally, he pulls off me.  “Tell me that you fuck with that thing!”

I nod.  He strips.  He can’t wait to get me inside him.  He kneels on my chair, totally naked but for socks.  I surprise him by going to my knees and beginning to rim him.  It’s a huge contrast from the hole I have just licked.  One so tight and all but virgin and this man who has had some serious mileage.  His hole is ringed by rather puffy ass lips before I even dig in.  I make him gape slightly in no time.

“Fuck, give me that dick!” he whispers sharply.

I stand up.  “I’m gonna fuckin’ load you!”

I push into him.  He groans and grabs his own sizable cock.  He strokes himself in time to my thrusts.  “Fuck...fuck…fuck…” he keeps murmuring.  I am hammering into his ass with little mercy.  I need to get off and I need to drop my load deep inside someone—and this guy is perfect for that.

“Fuck me with that big cock, man.”

I speed up even more. I can feel my balls tighten.  “You want it?”

“Hell, yes!”

Once again, words take me over the edge.  I drain my balls deep in his hot ass.  I pull out carefully, loving the look of my seed as it oozes out of those swollen ass lips…

Hot Ass Sunday

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