Rosebud

 North of Home—March, 2025

 

I first met Ross in August of 2015.  We have played sporadically all these years.  Of all the fist players I know, Ross is the man with the largest rosebud.  It flowers open easily.  I love that he has such control he can fuck my mouth with it as I rimmed him.

We have met a little less these last few years as he is in a very demanding job.  Matching up times we can meet has been difficult.  He also found a great fisting bud who lives quite close to him—which made it easier for him to get the sex he craves twice a week.

But that changed on the Monday after the last post.  I packed the sling and went north.  Halfway there I cursed myself for not packing any of the sizable toys from the playroom.  I sighed, but knew that my tongue, cock and hands would work just fine…

 

Ross looks great.  Tall and lanky, a few years younger than myself.  We chat as I set up the sling in his bedroom.  There is just room for it next to the bed.  He has thrown a playsheet over his mattress.  He helps me adjust the tarp under the sling.  I add a sheet to help absorb the piss that I am likely to fist out of him as I hit his bladder.  I add the mirror above the frame so he can watch my cock and hands disappear into his depths.

Suddenly we are naked and he is kneeling in front of me.  I am naked but for the most aromatic of my jocks.  Ross inhales, loving the scent of me and of all the sex I have had in it.  He mouths the pouch, moaning slightly.  Soon enough, it is pulled to the side and he is taking my cock into his mouth.  And then his throat.  I scull fuck him for a moment.

“Get up on the bed.”

He knows just what I want.  He lies on his back and lets his head hang over the edge of the mattress.  I move in.  I make him lick my balls first.  When they are good and wet, I begin to face fuck him.  Three or four strokes and then out, to make sure I don’t gag him.

“Now let me eat that ass.”

He spins around, kneeling on the bed.  I have to stand to get my face planted between his ass cheeks for the first of countless times this afternoon.  I lick and spit.  Ross pushes a little.  The rose bud begins to emerge.  “Not yet,” I tell him.  I want to savor that moment, after I’ve fucked him.

The bed is tall, so I have him get off it.  He stands on the floor, his chest to the mattress.  I kneel and lick his hole once more before standing up and sliding in.  He squeezes down on me to welcome my cock back inside him.  I hold a moment, enjoying the sensations before I begin a slow fuck.  I speed up.  Faster and faster.  My hips slap his ass.

Ross loves to do ATM.  He spins around to lick me clean the moment I pull out.  It my turn to lie on the bed.  I guide his mouth to my balls again.  This is a much better position.  He licks and sucks—and goes under them, tonguing my cock ring. 

“Now up the shaft.”

His tongue snakes up me.  He licks the head before swallowing me to the root.  Over and over.

“Ride me.”

He clambers up on the bed and sits on my dripping cock.  I love the expression on his face—a mix of concentration and bliss.  He bounces on my dick, making us both moan.  As his legs tire, he gets up and cleans me thoroughly.

“Sling time.”

Ross gets in with no help.  Legs on the chains; no stirrups for him.  I kneel and begin to tongue fuck the hole I’d just ravaged.  Ross moans.  His rosebud emerges.  It is now huge.  It is a large pink donut.  It is so large and puffy it can’t possible fit in my mouth anymore.  But my tongue is all over it.  I lick.  He shudders.  I use my hard cock to push it back inside him.  I fuck and then add two fingers of my right hand.  Now Three.  Soon, all my fingers go it along with my dick.  I pull the dick out.  I grease up my left hand.  It goes into him easily.  My cock joins it, slipping through my open fingers deep inside him.

Now I do it with my right hand.  Ross is having wave after wave of internal orgasms.  His cock drools as well.  I mop up his juices and finger them back into him.  I love the feel of my cock surrounded by my own fingers so deep inside him.  I mention that I have never shot this way—and will, someday, but not now. 

I re-grease.  Left hand—all the way in.  And out.  And in.  The right replaces it.  In.  Out. In and the tiniest turn inside him, causing Ross to piss himself.  I repeat this process, changing hands repeatedly.

Now I go into him with my open hand and don’t let it become a fist inside him.  My fingers work deeper into him than I have ever been before, thanks to the constant play with his local partner.  My finger tips turn the corner of the ‘second hole.’  Ross shakes as he has his biggest assgasm yet…

*

I fuck him again.

I fuck him with my left hand. 

I go deep with my left, touching his most inner bits again.

We rest.

I fuck him once more. 

Now I fuck him with my bigger right hand. 

Now the fist.  I open it inside him.  I make him shake as I have never seen him before.  It’s incredibly hot that the slightest movement of my hand cam bring this on.  I try a little deeper—and am rewarded with a steady stream of piss as he shakes uncontrollably.  His rosebud emerges yet again.

“Try a double.”

I nod and regrease both hands.  I work one in flat and the other slides down the wrist of the first until both open hands are inside him, palm to palm.  I turn them slightly.  More piss from him.  I pull out one at a time.  I do it again.  The hands at a slightly different angle.  I get the same spasming result.  Now the right hand first.  The left joins it.  Turn.  And piss is running down his stomach and onto the tarp…

Each time I have gone in with doubles, my flat hands have been parallel with the floor.  Now he encourages me stretch him with my hands being vertical.  The left goes in.  Easily now.  The right slips down the wrist and joins it, palm together, but with my thumbs on top.  He groans.  A sound of pure pleasure.

As I pull out the rosebud blooms again, even bigger than before if that’s possible.

I lick it.  Savor it.

I push it gently back inside him.

We both know his hole has had more than enough for this session…

Reunion With Ross: "Try for a Double"

 North of Home—January, 2024

 

It is likely that I picked up my cold at either of the two visits to the bookstore on Dec 31 or January 1.  I felt lousy and had a nose that wouldn’t stop running (unless you counted the evenings in bed where all that mucus slid down my throat instead.)  I worried that I would have to cancel my planned meeting with Ross.

Sometime after I got back from New Jersey, we had set up a date for January 6.  I looked back in the blog and found that we had not seen each other since August of 2022.  We are both busy men, but neither of us could believe it had been that long.  But better, we both knew it was time to make up for lost time.  I agreed to come to his place to the north of me.

I let him know how I was feeling at the top of the week—and then sent occasional reports as things improved.  I really was back to my usual self by our Saturday, just a little tired from the sleep I lost due to the congestion.  I tossed the sling in the car, remembering the mirror for above the frame, and set off…

 

Ross is looking good.  But there is no denying we’ve both aged a little since our last meet.  He is tall and lanky, with a handsome face.  He is younger that I am, but we are in the same decade.  There is a shade more gray in his hair, that is now cut shorter than before.

I set up the sling in his bedroom, where the bed already has a fuck sheet on it.  Ross is making me a pot of tea out in the kitchen.  I strip down in his office and find him on his knees, naked, waiting for me.   My boots sound loud on the hard wood floor which is protected by my tarp and a sheet.  I push my jock pouch into his face.  He inhales.  Groans.  And exhales.  Before he begins to lick.  His tongue covers the loose weave of the fabric.  Getting me wet.   Getting me hard.

Soon, he is sucking my rampant cock jutting out of the side of the pouch.  I can’t help but throat fuck him for a moment.  He gags and grins.

“Get up on the bed.”

Ross stands and leans, chest to mattress, his long legs in a wide stance on the floor.  I go to my knees and begin to eat his hole.  It is such a responsive one.  I can’t stop thinking about working it to make his rose open up and bloom.  But not yet.  I simply fuck him with my tongue. 

I stand and fuck him with my cock.  He groans out his pleasure.

“Get all the way up on the bed.”

He does, on all fours.  I use my tongue again on his freshly fucked hole.  Then my dick.  He’s a shade high, so my booted foot swings up and plants itself on the mattress by his head.  Ross groans at the sight.  At the dominance.  This gives me a great angle to fuck, and Ross responds to every thrust by working his talented ass.

I pull out.  Ross rolls onto his back, spins and hangs his head over the side of the bed.  I fuck his face this way until we are both gasping…

*

Ross is in the sling and ready—with two different brands of poppers.  I eat his hole.  It is just beginning to gape.  I stand up and fuck.  I work a finger in alongside my cock.  I hold it still and keep my cock pumping.  It feels good to both of us.  I add another finger.  Now three.  I love the added stimulation along the shaft of my thrusting dick.

I pull out.  I brought the stainless-steel drum stick of a toy that GaryM had given me.  It goes into him easily.  This is new to me.  It has no give. It is unforgiving in how it plows into him.  Ross is fine with how I’m using it.  In and out.  I wonder about adding my cock in with it, but I don’t.

We break for a moment, leaving Ross in the sling.  I drink more of the tea, hydrating.  I go to my knees and taste his open hole.  He pushes out.  His enormous rosebud flirts with opening for me.  In thanks for that, I stand up and fuck him.  Hard and fast.  Ross’ eyes are riveted to the mirror, watching my dick slice into him.

I pull out.  I add the cock sleeve over my shaft that supersizes the girth of my already thick cock.  I grease it liberally before pumping it into Ross.  He takes it easily—though I can see his eyes widen as he takes it.  Watching it all in the mirror.

I go to my knees and tongue his hole.  He pushes out.  The rosebud is in full flower—and so big I can’t get it all in my mouth…

*

It’s hands now.  Alternating hands.  Alternating with my dick.  Back and forth.

Left.  Left and cock.  Stroking it inside him.  Using the words… “I’m jerking inside you…” Watching Ross’ eyes roll up into his head.

I grease up the eggheaded dildo of mine.  It’s glides in so easily now, this late in the proceedings.  But it’s still a good stretch when my cock goes in with it.   And it gives my hands a rest.  I fuck him with the toy of above my cock.  And below. 

Left hand.  Right.  Now, left hand deep in him with a fist.  I add three fingers of the Right sliding down my wrist to stretch.  Repeat.  Then with the Right and fingers from my Left.  Back and forth.

More tea, though I can hardly hold onto the mug with all the K Lube.

I fuck him.  His hole has been so filled—and now it’s just my dick ravaging him.  I slow the thrusting.  I’m just slightly rocking into him now.  “Here it comes…” and my cock begins spraying piss deep inside him.  I empty my bladder of all the tea I’ve drunk.

“And now I’m going to fist it out of you.”

I grease up my hands anew.  Left.  Right.  Each pulls out a small splash of piss as it leaves him, dumping it on the towel and tarp below us…

*

I am beginning to feel a little tired.  I don’t have my full stamina back, after all.

“Try for a double,” he murmurs.

I do.  Left first.  Slide the right down my wrist and into him.  It works.  He is stretched with my full hands both inside him, open and palm to palm.

Repeat.

And again, this time with no poppers.

We move to few rounds of punch fisting.  The fist going in as a fist.

But now his hole is as tired as I am.

We call it a night and sit down to the delicious turkey soup that has been simmering on the stove, waiting for us pigs to finish…

So Full

 North of Me—August, 2022

 

The last time Ross and I met we vowed we had to meet more often.  But it never seems to happen.  We both lead very busy lives that makes scheduling playtime hard.  The good news is that the wait is always worth it. 

In the middle of August, I packed the sling and went to visit the man with the large, delectable rosebud…

 

I set up the sling in the bedroom while Ross melts some coconut oil for lube.  He also has a container of J-Lube.  I lay out the few things I brought—speculum, ass grommet, eggheaded dildo—on his towel-protected nightstand.  I go into his study to get out of my clothes.  I go back to the bedroom in just my jock and boots.

Ross is waiting, fully naked, on his knees.  I stand in front of him. 

He inhales.  “Thank you for wearing a used jock.”  He begins to nuzzle the pouch.  My cock escapes to the side.  It’s in his mouth, instantly.  My dick grows—snaking down his throat—choking him as I reach my full girth.  He pulls back, panting—and instantly takes me to the root again.

“I want to fuck your face.”

Ross moves up onto the bed.  His head hangs over, his mouth wide.  I slip inside.  I begin a slow pump of his mouth.  He moans as I bottom out deep inside him.  I hold for a moment, and then pull out, just before he chokes.  I repeat this, over and over, lasting just a fraction longer in his mouth and throat, each time.

“Again!”  Ross mumbles.

And I repeat the rape of his mouth.  Again and again.

“Now give me your ass.”

Ross swivels around on the bed, never getting off his back.  I surprise myself and forego rimming him.  I just plunge my cock, covered in deep throat slime, straight into his hole.  He grunts out his appreciation as I fuck him hard with all the slippery spit making a squishy sound on each thrust.

When I tire, I go to my knees and eat his ravaged hole.  I stand up and pull him up, thinking to kiss him—but he goes for my pits, licking first one and then the other…

*

Ross is in the sling now.  I am eating his ass properly.  He keeps wanting to push that massive rosebud into my mouth, but I keep pushing it back in.  I want to use him so much more before that happens.

I stand up and fuck.  Then I add the eggheaded toy.  I push my dick in with it, along the top of the toy so I feel the bumps on the shaft of the dildo on the underside of my cock.  Ross moans, “So full…”  I begin the DP fuck.  Soon enough, I slide out and, keeping the toy in place, push in underneath the dildo.  It feels totally different—and I think gives a slightly different stretch to Ross.  He grunts out how hot it feels.

Now I am going back and forth—my dick on top of it, under it, on top, under.  When I pull out the final time, Ross squeezes the toy out and I catch it before dropping it to the tarp below us.

I take a long swig of water.  I want piss—but I can’t seem to produce it today.  So I just fuck some more.  Long strokes.  All the way out and all the way in.  Every time.

The speculum is up next.  A slow crank open.  Lots of finger-on-prostate action.  And then my cock slips between the stainless-steel walls of the medical device.  Ross shivers in pleasure.  His mancunt is held wide open.  My cock is now the body part rubbing against his prostate.  He moans.  Again, I try for a piss deep in his ass.  But I am still not hydrated enough.  I sigh—and fuck.  And eventually crank it shut.

I grab the ass grommet.  I cover both the inside and out of it with the coconut oil.  I slip it over the shaft of my cock.  It looks hot—my big red cock head poking out of the end of this black rubber donut.  It gives me so much more girth to my already thick cock.  I toss him the poppers for the first time.  Ross takes a hit and I press in.  He takes me the easiest of any of the men I use it on.  His hole is filled as if he was sitting on some monster sized toy.  I fuck him, with the toy supersizing my shaft.  Then I hold it in place inside him and pull myself out.  It creates a vacuum sound as I do it.  I add more coconut oil to me and use the tunnel to get into him.  It feels great to go from the man-made material to my cock head breaking into his warm, wet butt.  I fuck this way a long time.

Only now do I grease up my hands.  He takes my left with ease.  My right with a little more concentration.  But by the second back and forth, my right slips in just as easily.  Now, I leave my left inside him and add my cock.  It slips between my fingers.  I stroke myself deep in his ass.

I pull out and get my right inside him.  I add my cock.  The angle’s not as good.  I go back to my left.  I slide in and my fingers wrap around my shaft.  The slightest movement makes Ross shudder in the best possible way...

“Do you want me to try a double?”

Ross nods.

I go for two hands at the same time.  I get both in, my hands palm to palm.  He relaxes—and I work one hand in and out while the other stays in place.  We do this three or four times.  And now I get a mouthful of his spectacular rose bud.

We break.  His hole needs a rest.  We lie on the bed, sidestepping the pools of coconut oil on the tarp.

But soon enough we are fisting on the bed, with him on his knees.  I slide my hand into him the deepest I have ever gone.  I am within inches of my elbow.

We do a few doubles here, too—and then it is time to rest his hole and have dinner….

FelchingPisser: I Live Up to My Name with Ross

 North of Me—March, 2022

Ross, of the amazing rosebud, and I had another round at his house.  I drove up with the sling.  I set it up next to his bed as he prepped our dinner for afterwards...

 

“Kneel.”

He does.  .On the tarp at the business end of the sling.  Right in front of me.  His knees touch the toes of my boots.  Ross is naked—tall and lean.  He gives a tiny shiver as I buckle the leather restraint on his right wrist.  I repeat the process on his left.  At my directive, he sits on my bed to allow me to do the ankle restraints. 

“Now on your knees and get me hard.”

My jock is already bulging.  It will not be a hard task.  His tongue zeros in on the edge of the pouch where he can lick my tightly held nuts.  He moves on to pulling the pouch away—and deepthroating my cock.  Easily.  And with hunger.  He moans and comes back up for air before doing it again.  And back up, now gasping for air.

This time, I grab the sides of his head and hold it still.  I fuck his face.  Hard.  Until he’s breathless.  I tell him I want more—but I want to fuck his face as his head hangs over the bed.  Ross scrambles up onto the bed and rolls onto his back.  His head hangs down—his mouth at the perfect level to fuck straight down his throat.  Before I do, I straddle his face.  I lower my balls into his mouth.  He licks every inch he can reach of the hairy sack.  I take half a step forward.  I do slight squat and tell him to lick my ass.  He whimpers softly as his tongue darts around my tight pucker.  Over and over—and only then do I give him what we both really want—a hard throat fucking.

I pause.  I clip the Hog Tie clips to the four restraints.  It pulls his arms and legs together.  I press down to make him immobile and fuck his throat again.  As I pull out, I get some deep throat spittle.  I wind it around my fingers, reach over him and shove it into his ass.

I unclip him so he can turn to present his ass to me on the edge of the bed. “Legs up.”  He complies and I fasten his four extremities to the clips.  I press down—and it rolls his ass up.  My cock rests on his ass lips.  I drool a big glop of spit onto my cock before I push into him.

It’s a hard fuck.  Fast and furious.  His ass flowers open.  Ross is groaning.  Telling me to fuck him as hard as I can.  I push down on the Hog Tie to change the angle of the fuck.  He takes it in his stride. I slow down and push again.  It rolls him to his side.  He is in a fetal position with the restraints.  I love the new angle and continue to drill into him.

I pause long enough to add the egg headed dildo.  My cock joins it.  He is so tight now.  Ross pants his pleasure as I fuck into his toy-tightened hole…

*

Ross is in the sling.  I have fucked him repeatedly.  I pull out one more time. I piss over his now puffy ass lips.  The piss clings to them, inviting me to kneel and clean them up with my tongue.  Fuck, I love rimming him after I have fucked him so much.  I love the taste of myself—and all the ass lube he has manufactured to protect himself from my onslaught.  I stay for a long time, my face buried in his hole.

I warm the speculum by breathing on it, add lube and slide it in.  I crank slowly.  My finger wanders over his prostrate repeatedly.  When it is wide enough, my cock goes in, too.  I fuck, moving my long cock past the ends of the medical device.

“I brought the bigger one,” I tell him.  “I’m not sure I have ever used it.”  The blades are maybe half an inch longer and half an inch wider.   If anyone of my men can take it, it is certainly Ross.  He does so, easily---and loves the stretch.  I repeat the process of slowly opening it and then, when wide enough, fucking him with it in place.

When his ass is empty again, I grease up the Ass Grommet and slip it over the length of my cock until the head of my dick emerges.  It gives my cock a huge circumference…but not too much for Ross.  I push in—and he pushes out, taking me to the root. 

I fuck him with it on me.  Then I hold the edges of the grommet in place. I pull myself out, leaving the toy inside him.  His hole gapes.  I kneel and spit into him.  I take a drink of water—and spit that into him through the grommet.  I swallow the next sip of water—and it kicks in my bladder again.  I stand up and aim at the grommet which is holding his ass open.  A long stream of piss hits his balls.  I direct it downward.  It splashes into the grommet, sluicing into his ass.

Ross groans.  I fuck into the toy—still spraying the last of the piss.  I fuck his piss drenched ass.  It is hot and wet.  When I pull out, the toy comes with me, on my dick.  I kneel and eat his pissed out hole as Ross mumbles encouragement…

*

It’s time for fist.  My greased left slides into him with ease.  I do it again—and add my cock.  My hard dick goes into his butt, down my wrist and fucks into my palm deep inside him.  I can’t get enough of the feel of it all.  I fuck him for quite a while this way.

Then I add my dick in with my right hand in him.  It doesn’t feel as good, so I go back to my left.  When I tire of that, I keep my hand in him and add the egg-headed dildo.  I like the big head of the toy pushing through my fingers deep inside him.

“Have you ever tried adding your dick to that?”

I haven’t.  But I do.  I pull the embedded toy up slightly and there looks like there might be room for my cock.  I try. 

Success.  It’s snug and warm and a great stretch.  Neither of us can hold it for long—but we both love how it feels.

I re-grease my hands.  I alternate them inside Ross.  Close to a true punch fisting session.

“Do a double.  Please…”

I leave my left inside.  My right fingers push into him.  A slight push—and I have both hands inside him.

Now he wants nothing else.  I reverse it—but it is easier for some reason with the left in place and adding the right.  It surprises me each time the second hand disappears inside him.

Finally:

“I think my hole is done.  But I can still take your cum.”

I nod.  I know how to get there—I just need to stick my tongue in his used, sloppy hole.  My erection, which recedes as I concentrate on fist, springs back to life. 

I keep my face buried there. 

I stand.

I fuck.

Ross hands me his poppers.

I do a tiny hit.

I explode—coating his used hole with my cum.

I hang onto the sling frame, letting myself recover.

I go to my knees.

His cum drenched rose bud begins to push into my mouth…

Using Ross on Bed and Sling

 North of Home—January, 2022

My first play of the New Year was with Ross, the man with the amazing rosebud.  What a great way to start 2022.  I went up to his house with my sling and a few toys…

 

I am standing, booted and jocked, on the tarp I have slipped under the sling to protect his bedroom floor.  Ross is sitting on his bed—which has an old throw over it.  He is naked.  Waiting.  Expectantly. 

“Get down here and suck my cock.”  It’s a command—but soft, almost under my breath.  Ross slips to the floor, and kneels between my boots.  His hands go instinctively behind his back as he inhales the aroma of the slightly used jock.  My dick is plumping, just at the thought.  Ross pulls back the fabric and swallows all of me, while I’m still more soft than hard.  He doesn’t move his lips.  Just his throat muscles tighten, massaging my dick.  I harden right up—deep inside him.  I finally have to pull out of him, it’s so tight.

Ross proceeds to suck me in a more traditional way.  Lots of tongue on the head.  Lips on the shaft.  A nuzzle and tonguing of my testicles.

“Get under my balls.”  I pull my cock up and let him crane his head around to tongue my not so secret spot where the cock ring cuts into my nut sack.  I sigh—letting him know he has done a good job.

“Up on the bed.”  He crawls up and into classic doggy.  “On your back—I’m not done with your mouth yet.” Ross rolls over and spins, so his head is hanging over the side.  I stand astride his face—at perfect skull fucking position.  I slap his chin first.  He opens and sticks out his tongue.  I slap it a couple of times—than wipe my drooling dick on his tongue to give him my precum.  I let him swallow—and, as he opens again, I am fucking his face.  Just half my cock for about 6 strokes.  Then I surprise him with a deep thrust or two.  He sputters but takes me.  Loving it.  Wanting more.  So I oblige.

This time I fuck slower—but deeper.  I make him gag.  A sound we both love.  I pull out after I do it a second time and make him lick my balls from underneath.  Then I pivot and let him briefly lick my ass as it hovers over him.  He burrows in happily as I sigh.

“I want to fuck you.  Here—from behind.”

Ross moves to present his ass to me again.  I fall to my knees and eat him out.  His hole flowers open with my insistent tonguing.  I don’t linger—I really want to fuck.  I stand up and give him my cock for the fist of countless times over the next few hours…

*

Ross is in the sling.  But not the usual way.  He is standing on the floor, his chest to the leather.  His legs are spread wide.  I am eating him out.  His ass is very wet after that first fuck.  I savor and swallow the ass jizz. 

I stand up.  My cock goes directly into his puffy hole.  I fuck.  Hard and fast.  His ass is wet—and making the most delightful sounds.  I pause in my fucking and without needing to totally disengage, I can reach the egg-headed dildo on the bedside table behind me.  Now the dick comes out of him, just as the toy glides in.  Ross does an intake of breath.  I fuck him with that for a moment.  Then I push the toy down and push my cock in with it—sliding along the ribbed shaft of the toy. 

Ross is now very full.  I pause.  And then, leaving the toy all the way in him, fuck him as hard as I have yet today.  I fuck him until his legs start to give out—our cue to move around and get him in the sling the usual way.  Once his feet are in the stirrups, the toy goes back in and so does my cock.  I love how tight it makes Ross feel.

I pull out.  Me first, then the toy.  I eat his hole a little as I stroke my cock.  Yup, I need to piss.  I have not hydrated extensively on the journey up, but I sure need to now.  I stand up and hose his ass crack with my pale yellow stream.  As the piss peters out, I move my cock head inside him, giving his ass a slight shower.  I go to my knees and clean up all the droplets hanging on to the hair in his crack and on his balls.  Just licking him hardens me right back up. 

I fuck.

I grab the ass grommet--the toy that adds thickness to my already thick meat.  I slide inside, my cock head poking out the other end of the rubber.  He takes my new girth after two preliminary thrusts.

“That is incredible,” he sighs. “I feel so full.”

*

“Put this on.”  I hand him my leather blindfold with the fleece lining.  He gets it in place and lies back in the sling, expectantly.  I fuck him.  I rim him.  I work his nipples with fingers, then tongue, then teeth.  I fuck my piss flavored dick into his mouth.  (It helps being tall!)  I piss on his crack.  Lick it up and fuck him.  I take some cold water into my mouth and dribble that down him as well.  All about contrast.  Not knowing what is coming next or where.

We flip.  I get in the sling and he spends a lot of time licking my balls and ass crack.   He buries his face and tongue eagerly into me.  I stop stroking and concentrate.  I have just enough piss left to run out of my cock, across my balls and down the cleft of my ass where he is currently tonguing.  He redoubles his efforts to get every drop off me.

*

I have used the speculum on him.

I have been fisting him for the last 15 minutes or so after the medical toy’s stretch.

Fist.

Fuck.

Fist and fuck together.

Fuck.

Piss.

Rim.

Fuck.

I am getting close.  He has tried to give me all of his rosebud into my mouth a couple of times on previous rimming moments, but I have asked to wait for that until it has my load all over it.  Just thinking that thought again makes my balls tighten.

“You want my load?”

“You know I do.”

“You gonna fuck my mouth with your rosebud?”

He groans out some sort of affirmative.

I look down at my cock and how his ass lips cling to it. 

And that’s it.  I blast into him.  Spurt after spurt.

I marinate for a long moment, catching my breath.  Then I go to my knees.  I lick up the cum I have pulled out.  I oval my mouth and he begins to fill it.  He is fucking my mouth with his prolapse as I lick up my cum and swallow…

Though saving a taste for him…

These two images are from our very first meet in 2015.

Hogtieing Ross

 North of Home—June, 2021

I had had a couple of sessions with Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, in his new home.  I was headed up for the third time at the top of June.  I took the sling, but I knew I wanted something a little different.  Last time, when I was face fucking him with his head hanging over the edge of the bed, I seemed to have awoken something very sub in his nature.  I packed accordingly…

I have just finished setting up the sling and have stripped down to the now pretty filthy Fukdto jock and my boots.  Ross, tall, good looking and maybe 10 + years younger than me, comes in.  He is dressed only in an ancient, once white jock that has begun to lose its elasticity.   I point to the floor between my legs.  He kneels between my scuffed boots.

“Start with my balls.”

He gets them out of the pouch, leaving the rest of my hardening penis covered.  He takes one, then the other into his mouth, leaving them wet and slippery.  Now I take my cock out.  I slap his cheek with the head.  It makes a hollow sound.  I wipe a drop of precum on his high cheek bone.  Ross groans and opens his mouth to take me.  I let him get me good and wet at his own speed.  But soon I am holding onto the sides of his head and fucking his face.  It feels great—and I can go deep.  But I want to go deeper yet.

“Sit on the bed.”

I pull the ankle restraints out of my bag and begin buckling them onto him.  He presents his wrists for the same treatment.

“Swing around, so you head is over the edge of the bed.” 

He does it—in a smooth, graceful move.  He opens his mouth expectantly.   I straddle his head.  I bend and lower my cock his mouth.  And begin to fuck.  Not too deep at first—just deep enough so he knows I’m in charge.  I do three or four strokes and then pause, letting him get a breath.  Then five or six.  Pause.  And again.

This time, when I pull out he is panting.  I shove right back in and go the deepest yet.  I pull out—getting the long strands of deep throat saliva.  I catch them in my hand and smear them on his face.

He pants.

I grab the hogtie clip.  I fasten his legs to it.  “Take a hit,” I tell him.  The moment the cap is back on it I fasten his wrists to the clips.  I press down drawing his extremities together.  My cock finds his mouth and begins a slow fuck.

He almost chokes—but Ross is loving it.  I throat fuck him one last time.  As deep as I’ve been ever.  Again, I pull up deep throat slime.  This time I smear it on my cock.

I let go of the clips and turn him so his ass is where his head was on the edge of the bed.  Then I grab it again and press down—raising his ass to the perfect height.  My super wet cock slides into his open hole with no other lube than the deep spit.  We both groan as I begin to buck into him. I press the hogtie down towards his chest.  I watch his face struggle and accept that he can’t move.  Even if he wanted to.  And he doesn’t.  He is lost in my raw cock ravaging his hole.

I let up on the pressure as I pull my dick out of him.  Ross rolls to his side—in a fetal position from the hogtie still holding his arms and legs together.  I slide right back into his ass and fuck him with great wet slappings of my hips on his rounded ass.

*

We are in the sling.  I have eaten his well fucked ass.  I have done some lateral stretches with my fingers from both hands.  I rise up and fuck him again—and suddenly stop.

“You’re pissing in me, aren’t you…” he groans.

It’s true.  I am hosing his chute.  It feels like a huge load.  When it finally peters out, I kneel and stick my tongue in him.  I can easily taste my pale piss, mixed with some precum. My lips suck his ass lips into my mouth.  He gives the tiniest push and the flood of piss is pushed out of his ass and into my mouth.  I swallow frantically.  I am not going to waste a drop.

When I’ve gotten it all, I stand up and fuck him hard—with my super engorged dick.

“I have to piss,” he tells me.

We trade places.  He eats my ass while I lie back in the sling.  And he’s good.  Suddenly he stands and hoses down my balls and butt crack.  Instantly he is kneeling and cleaning me off with his tongue.  My balls, my perineum, my ass crack.  The moment he has slurped all his piss off me, swallowing it all, I stop stroking and hold my cock straight up.  It’s not much, but a shower of piss erupts and cascades down all the areas he’s cleaned—and he has to do it all again…

*

Ross is back in the sling.  My left hand is deep in his hole.  I slide my cock in with it and fuck my fingers.  This is an old trick with him…but one he loves.  I slowly wrap my fingers around my shaft deep in his hole.  I jerk myself inside him.

I switch hands—and add my cock again.

“Double me.  Please…”

I re-grease.  Both hands.  I get the left in him easily, and just like I did with my cock, slide my right hand down the left arm until it joins the other hand inside him. 

Ross pants as I hold in place—and then reverse it to get both fists out of him.

I do it again.  Left.  Add the right.  A slight turn.  Hold and get them out.

I repeat it until that hot ass is worn out.

“I still want your cock—but that’s it for hand,” Ross clarifies.

We switch back to the bed.  

I fuck him on all fours.

I kneel and tongue his over overworked hole to soothe it from this over two hour work out.

I feel him push—his rose bud enters my mouth.  He has incredible control.  He can move it in and out of his body—and my mouth—as if he were fucking my face. 

I stop stroking my cock.  His insides swell, filling my mouth, feeding me the precum and the taste of my piss.

It’s too much.  I stand up.   My cock head pushes the mound of the rosebud.  It pushes it back inside him, swallowing my cock in the process.

I fuck no more than five strokes…and shoot.

I stand frozen and not moving.  I let his talented ass milk every drop out of me.

Finally, I kneel.  I whimper as he pushes out one last time.  His perfect red rosebud, now streaked with my white cum.  I open my mouth, he gives a tiny push and I take him inside, my tongue working every fold of flesh…