"Go a Little Deeper..."

 Grand Rapids—January, 2022

There are so many people that you meet once, have good sex and never see again.  Now, I do cultivate fuck buds if the sex is good, and I have a pretty good track record of men I still see.  But there are visitors to the area you meet, fuck and fist and know that you are not likely to ever see them again.  Such was the case with Kyle who I wrote up in ‘Wetter with Every Stroke’ back in 2018.  We had a great session—and he flew home to somewhere west of the Mississippi. 

At the top of January I got a message on AssPig.  Kyle was coming back to Grand Rapids.  Could we have another session?  He had to play in the morning before checkout at his hotel, but I agreed.  The night before, the sling was ready to go and sitting in the living room.  I’d tossed some toys in my gym bag.  I was up early the next day, packed the car, sent him a text and hit the road.

It began to snow.  Nothing horrible, but it slowed me down—and made visibility, as I pulled into Grand Rapids, hard.  I finally found the hotel, a little late for my appointed time and went in with just my gym bag.  The woman behind the desk was masked and greeted me with as much ice in her tone as what was on my windshield.  She asked me where I was going.  I blithely told her Kyle’s name and room number and went up to his floor.

But there was no way I was carrying the two big clunky bags of the sling in past her withering glance. 

Kyle greeted me at the door.  He looked much the same as I’d written a couple of years ago:  shaved head, goatee just beginning to go grey, around my age, about 5’ 9” with a body that is trim.  We hugged.  I told him the sling needed to stay in the car.  We made do, stripping a bed and getting some protective pads on it.  Kyle went to check his cleanout one more time as I stripped down to boots and jock…

 

I lay out the toys I have brought—the egg-headed dildo, the speculum and the ass grommet.  Kyle comes back in, smiling.  He climbs up on the bed on all fours.  No oral here.  My cock is still in driving-in-the-cold-morning mode and staying plumped but at no more than at half mast. I know how to fix that.  I kneel and plant my face in his inviting ass crack.  He is still warm from the shower.  The heat feels wonderful—and his ass tastes even better.  I lick up and down his crack and then concentrate on his hole.  It opens easily for me.  I juice him up with as much saliva as I can muster.

“You want this cock?”

His answer is to take a hit of poppers.  I slap his ass with the now hard and greased up dick.  Once.  And then again.  I run my now drooling head up and down all the places I have been licking.  I prod at his hole. 

And I’m inside. 

I wait a moment and fuck all the way into him.  More poppers.  And I fuck him hard, with very deliberate strokes.  Opening his ass channel.  His butt can at one moment squeeze down on me and with the next, flower open.  He  is now open enough for me to quickly grease and add the dildo.  He likes the stretch of the head and how deep it goes.  He sighs as my cock joins the toy.

I fuck, loving the wetness of his hole.  I can feel the ridged shaft of the toy teasing the underside of my cock.  Over and over.  I pull out and go back in, but under the toy—so my engorged cock head can feel the ridges.

I try the grommet.  But it is not to Kyle’s taste.  He’s a depth over width guy—something I have forgotten.  I grease up my hands.  I work slowly and methodically to creep into him.  My middle finger finally finds the way to his ‘second hole’ and I finger it.  Kyle shakes.  And has a tremendous anal orgasm.  His whole body quakes.  Semen drools from his dick.

We stop for a moment. 

Then—“Do it again,” Kyle moans.

And I do it again—my left hand snaking into him…

*

We change up and try fisting on his back.  Not as good.

We go back to his knees—and I do another round of hand play.

We take a break.  He wants to spoon on the bed, so we do.  Soon it moves to him stroking my cock.  My hand lazily explores his sloppy hole.

“Go a little deeper,” he breathes in my ear. 

It is a slightly odd position, coming in across his body, but I am suddenly all the way inside him.  His ass lips snap around my wrist.  Kyle contorts and grinds down on my wrist.  This assgasm is just as strong—quaking deep inside him and with cum running from his cock…

 

I would encourage you read our first meeting.  Here is Wetter with Every Stroke.  

“Do It. Fuck Me. Fill Me.”

 Jackson—January, 2022

I kept to myself, or with trusted fuck buds, most of January while the new variant was ravaging parts of my state.  I finally felt comfortable enough to go back to a bookstore.  I chose the one that had more space so we were not on top of each other—unless we chose to be…

 

It’s Saturday afternoon.  The parking lot is busy.  The huge piles of plowed snow reduce the size of it, but there are still more cars here than I expected.  I go in and buy my ticket for the lounge—where there are six or seven viewing stations for different types of porn.

“Sure you don’t want the combo—so you can use the booths downstairs?”

I assure her that the lounge is fine.  She sighs.  I have seemingly offended her.  I smile and go in.  After all the sunshine on the snow outside, it seems darker than usual in here.  At first glance, I don’t see very many men—maybe that’s why she was trying to send me downstairs to the booths.  I make the tour to see.  There is one man watching the Trans porn. No one at the straight flicks or the all girl video.  There is an older guy watching young men fuck women older than 50.  The bondage screen has no viewers.  I go down the long hallway to the gay area—where there are two screens.  One man is in the larger room and another in the smaller alcove.  And I know one of them—socially but not sexually.  We nod to each other.  He quickly puts away his cock and heads to another area.

I sit in the bigger room.  I unbutton and stroke.  The porn is indifferent.  I hear the door to the lounge squeak open and shut.  I wait as the man makes the same rounds I did.  He arrives.  He looks at me and unzips before sitting in a chair to my left.  It’s the Marathoner:  the runner who is a huge cocked top, but loves me to eat his ass as he strokes.

We nod to each other.  His cock is likely only half an inch longer than me, but he is much thicker.  The few times I have tried to suck it, I am feel like I am all teeth on him—there is no way to cover them with my lips, my mouth is so stretched.  But he doesn’t really want that from me anyway…

He stands up and feeds me his dickhead just long enough to get it wet.  He turns and bends—his ass inches from my face.  It is a muscle butt. He is obviously still running.  I poke my tongue dead center of his pucker.  He gasps and strokes harder.

“You’re the only guy who eats me…” he whispers from under his mask.

I go to town.  I am up and down his fairly hairy crack.  Each time I pass his hole I jab it with my tongue.  And it’s beginning to open for me.  I am leaning across the arm of a sofa to get at him.  I can connect—but it’s awkward.  He finally senses it and comes around front so I can have better access.  I spit and prod and lick. 

The man from the small room has come out to stroke and watch.  The Marathoner does not like this.  He gives him a withering stare and the guy returns to his porn.  I hold on to the Marathoner’s hips and begin tongue fucking him.  He is stroking his cock and moaning loudly.

Suddenly he pulls away from me.  I think he must be about to shoot.  No.  He is trying to sit on my super hard cock.  What the fuck!?  He prods himself with me four or five times.  I don’t ever go in—but it makes his hole open up. Then he repositions himself for more licking.  Fuck.  I can taste my precum on his hole.  The old Marathoner would freak out if he knew that.  I know he’s on PrEP now—is he occasionally bottoming?

I stroke my wetter cock and continue to rim.  I find my lube bottle and lube my dick for better stroking.   Suddenly he pulls away again and does the same bounce on me.  He groans in the back of his throat with each bounce. My cockhead is going farther into him.  He groans.  I am about to enter him…

And a guy walks into our room.  The Marathoner is off my cock and out of the room, doing up his pants as he goes.  I don’t see him the rest of the day.

*

I have moved to the Trans porn.  The Latino who I met here and who came to the house (but could never get clean) is giving me head.  His mouth is great today.  I idly wonder if he can taste the Marathoner’s hole on me.

He asks if I want to fuck him.  I decline…and he goes off to the arcade downstairs.

*

I move to the small gay area.  It is a good 20 minutes since I have seen anyone else.  A young blond in a baseball cap comes in.  College age and slender.  He looks at my cock and sits in the chair on the other side of the room.  He pulls out a slender six incher.  I stroke to the porn, he strokes to me.  He has gotten rid of his winter coat before sitting down.  But now he stands up and gets rid of his shirt.  Then his pants—all tossed in a pile on the floor.  He is now in nothing but thick socks and underwear pulled down under his balls for stroking freedom.

We stroke.  Now we are eyeing each other, not the porn.

“Daddy, can I suck you?”

I nod.

He gets on all fours and crawls between my legs.  His ass is a true bubble butt, straining against the tightness of the fabric.

“Lick my balls first,” I tell him.

He does.  With lots of spittle left behind.

He works his way up my shaft, ovals and proceeds to give me really good head.—but we both know what the other wants.

“Fuck me?”

“Sure.”

“I hope you don’t use condoms—I want you raw.”

This makes my cock drool.  I let him lick it off before I stand up.  He gets rid of the underwear and kneels in the chair I was sitting in, presenting his 20-something ass to me.  I kneel and lick it.  This makes him moan.  He is very lightly haired—nothing in the crack, just a light fuzz circling his hole.  Totally the opposite from the Marathoner—which turns me on even more.

“Stick your raw dick in me.”

I stand up and slap my cock on his wet crack.

“Give it to me,” he moans.

I prod his hole.  Just the slightest pressure of my cock head makes it flower open.  The boy obviously likes anal.  “You like dick in your hole, don’t you?”

“Only raw dick, Daddy.  And only from real men.”

I have sunk halfway into him.  He stops talking and begins panting.   I work the rest of me into him. 

“Fuck…” he hisses.  “So much cock…”

And it’s true.  He is filled.  The look of his butt taking me fully is intoxicating.  I begin to fuck.

“Do it.  Fuck me.  Fill me.”

It becomes a chant for him.  A piece of the phrase on every stroke of my cock.

“Do it.”

I grind my pubes into his hairless butt and pull almost all the way out.

“Fuck me.”

I pick up the tempo.  I know this is not going to be a long fuck.

“Fill me.”

“That what you want?”

“Cum in me.  Make me yours…”

I am damn close.  I fuck him faster.  Suddenly his ass clamps down on me.  He squeals as he unloads his balls all over the seat of the chair. 

“FILL ME!”

And I do.  Spurt after spurt.  Giving him just what he wanted…

Derrick and Jacob Re-open the Playroom

 West Michigan—January, 2022

Derrick and Jacob and I used to meet up about once a month.  The pandemic has totally destroyed that.  We have seen each other a couple of times in the last two and a half years when the three of us felt comfortable to meet.   In the middle of January, we decided to get back together.  It felt odd for about 10 minutes…and then we were right back to where we left off. 

We had a very long chat session to help get us back in tune.  Derrick and I were dressed—and Jacob was in full rubber with a zip that could open the suit to get to his ass.  We drank tea and caught up.  And I kept imagining opening that zipper and feasting on Jacob’s hairy ass.

Eventually, we moved from the living room to the den, where porn was playing.  Derrick and I shed our clothes and sat next to each other on the couch.  Jacob knelt before us, now having added a rubber head piece that covered his head and eyes—leaving just his mouth open.  Derrick moved his head over to my thickening cock…

 

“Suck him.  Get him hard.”

Jacob is eager.  He opens wide.  And takes most of my cock deep into his throat.

He pulls off.  “I forgot how big that is…” he murmurs and goes back down on me.  This time to the root.  His days of not being able to take all of me are long over.  He goes down on me two or three more times before I move his mouth to my balls—and then to Derrick’s dripping dick.

I go to the floor.  I unzip the ass crack of his suit.  Jacob re-adjusts his kneeling position to give me easier access.  I lean forward and taste his ass for the first time in months.  He is damp from the suit—and tastes salty and wonderful.  I dig in and spit on his pucker as he noisily sucks his partner. 

I have to fuck him.  I lube myself as I eat him out.  The suit is tight—it is keeping his ass cheeks quite close together.  I rear up—and enter him.  I feel the zipper teeth scrape me a little, but it’s worth it to sink into him.  Jacob stops sucking for a minute as I stop moving.  He pants—and when he goes back to sucking Derrick, I know I can continue the fuck.

I do.  Not for long. But it’s a hot sight to see my very white cock plow into the black rubber stretched so tightly across his ass.

“Let’s make this easier.”  Derrick stands up and gets the thin bench they use in this room.  I pull out and help Jacob up.  Derrick and I both guide the sightless Jacob him to the bench and get him in place.  Derrick stands at the front and feeds his boy his cock.  I go back to a little rimming, while I re-lube.  I stand up and, while still tighter due to the suit, it is an easier access.

I fuck him—hard enough to really push him down on Derrick’s dick. 

We only stop when his knees get tired.

“Why don’t you lose the suit and see how warm it is downstairs,” suggests Derrick.  Jacob leaves us together to wriggle out of it in the shower.  Derrick and I embrace.  He sucks my cock—loving the taste of Jacob’s ass all over it.  Then he climbs on the bench.  I lick up and down his ass crack before zeroing in on his hole. 

He squirms in pleasure.  “Go easy on me—it’s been a long time.”

I stand up.  I slide in, wait and begin the stroke.  Derrick bucks back on me.  He meets each thrust.  The small room is filled with the sound of my slender hips slapping into his full ass.  Jacob arrives and watches, nodding approvingly.  “Take it all!”

Derrick needs to move.  We grab more water and go down to their delightfully overstocked playroom.  Things have changed slightly.  The sling, hung from the rafters, has shifted 90 degrees, so I am standing at the foot of it with a lot more space around me.  Jacob, naked now, hops in first.

I eat him again.

I fuck him again.

I grease up my left hand as I fuck.  I move from my dick deep inside him to three of my fingers, barely breaking the fucking motion.  Soon enough it is my whole left hand.

“Are you going to add your cock, too?”

I nod.  I leave my hand in place and my cock slide down my wrist.  The fat head goes in easily.  My fingers open inside him and my shaft fucks between my middle and fourth fingers.  Jacob groans.  Derrick, sitting to the side, watching my every move, gropes himself.  I pull my dick out.  Then my hand.

I go right back in.  Hand.  Cock.  Fuck my fist deep in Jacob.  I grease up the right.  I reverse it all.  Right.  Cock.  And fuck that fist.  Jacob can’t keep his hand off his cock. Watching me use his ass in the mirror above is making him stiffen up.

“Can you find me a small dildo,” I ask Derrick.  He brings back something I would not remotely call small.  I grease it up and work it slowly into Jacob. Jacob pants and his erection subsides.  I move it in a slow rotation, making him feel the stretch.

 “I want something small enough I can use it to double fuck him.”  Derrick arrives with another toy.  The perfect size—a nice seven inch dick.  It is greased and inserted.  I add myself.  Jacob’s eyes tell the story as my cock supersizes his hole.

Soon enough I go back to just my hands.  One and then the other.  At one moment, I am close to getting them both in at once. 

“Break,” pants Jacob.  I clean up a little and help him out of the sling.  He goes off to get rid of the extra lube and Derrick takes his place. 

“Do you need a break?” he asks.  (We have been going all afternoon.)

I shake my head and kneel to taste his fucked ass.  He groans—and asks for some lube for his cock.  I give him my bottle, never taking my mouth away from his ass crack.  Once I get my fill—and make my cock rock hard again—I stand up and fuck him.  I love watching Derrick’s eyes roll up into the back of his head.  He stops stroking to concentrate on the sensations I am creating in his ass.  His eyes come back into focus and to the mirror above him.  He watches my cock split his ass in two.

I slow down.  Pull out.  Grease up my left. It takes me longer to get into Derrick.  I am guessing he hasn’t had as much ass play during the lockdown.  But I finally get in.

“Add your cock…”

I nod.  He’s read my mind.  My wet dick slides down my wrist and goes into him as well.  I try to keep my hand a fist inside, but it feels better to have it open and to fuck between my fingers.

Jacob returns.  He loves seeing Derrick used—and knows just what his partner is feeling.  I fuck a little with just my dick.  I start working the right hand into him.  Jacob knows what is needed.  He covers Derrick’s nose and mouth with his fragrant armpit.  It works like poppers—my hand is all but pulled into place.  I add my cock and fuck.

Soon I move to just hands.  Back and forth.  Derrick groans.

He has suddenly had enough stretch.  We stop.

Derrick asks how he can get me off—but we all agree that dinner sounds better…

These pictures are from an earlier adventure at their house, when they had me try on a rubber suit.

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.

A Fisting New Year's Eve: Used Holes and One Virgin One

 North of Me—December, 2021

As I sat down to type, it felt a little odd to be writing up New Year’s Eve for today’s post in late February, but as I look back I realize it is right in line with other years.  Since I started the blog, there has almost always been 6 to 8 weeks from the sex to the writing of the sex.  I do like some time to elapse before writing.  It lets the events marinate in my mind.  I would love to eventually get it down to 4 weeks—slightly fresher but still with some rumination time.

 (And maybe I will get my wish as the threat of Omicron cut through a lot of potential January meetings.)

Back to December 31…We were going to fist and fuck in the New Year.  I arrived with the sling and the fuck bench at the home of the Ginger Bear.  I greeted him with a hug and, while he continued in the kitchen, I set up my contributions to the play area in the cool basement.  Mine was the third sling.  They were all in a row at one end of the wood  paneled room.  Just as I was hooking the sling into the frame, the host came down.  He needed to get some supports in a rafter, as there was flogging potential tonight.  He drilled as I screwed the legs into the bench and got it set.  This time I did not raise the middle area, but left it flat.  I had brought the legs supports, so a man could lie on it with his raised legs supported.  (I needn’t have bothered.  The slings were the place to be…)

Five more men were expected.  They began to arrive.  Some were the same guys I’d met at our Halloween Fist event, but there were men new to me, as well.  We were all in a similar age range, but for one who was likely some 15 years younger.  The plan had been to play, break and eat and play again.  It quickly changed to eat a little, play, eat and play.  After a bowl of delicious homemade soup, we stripped.  I added my chaps for some warmth and six of us went down to play, while the seventh stayed in the kitchen and warmed quiches…

 

It has been ages since I have fucked to the sounds of a flogging.  I have the Ginger Bear in the sling.  In the sling next door, the top has gone straight to fingering the hole that will soon take a fist.  I pause in my fuck, pull out and lick GB’s puffy ass lips.  It gets me even harder, so my dick is pumped back into him. 

Next door I watch the top’s hand disappear.  I pull out and grease up my left.  It is always an easy entry with GB.  We know each other well.  He relaxes and I glide into place.  I pull out and add my dick in with my hand.  The top next to us likes this move a lot.  I fuck in between my fingers deep in the Ginger Bear.

The flogging has stopped.  The top was too hard too fast.  He is now using a dildo on the flogged man over in the third sling.  On the other side of me the top is trying for his other hand, the right.  It is slower going.

I pull my dick out and kneel.  I grease up both hands now.  The left goes in.  I add two, then three, then four fingers, sliding them down my greasy wrist each time.  GB loves each extra stretch. 

The guy with the toy in his ass has called a halt and gone upstairs.  The men on the other side of me have success—the bigger hand has been accommodated.  They begin a slow alternation of the left and right. 

This inspires me to try my right hand.  I work the left out, re-grease and slide the right in.  I am stopped at the bridge of my knuckles.  I do a couple of lateral eight finger stretches with both hands and try the right again.  Success.  My right sinks into place.  I pull out and do it again.

“Let’s stop,” says the Ginger Bear.  I can tell he is thinking of the kitchen.  I clean him up with paper towels.  I watch the men to my left a little—and then go up to relax until dinner.

*

After we eat, my first job is to soothe the hole of the man who’d been flogged and used rather roughly with the dildo.    He is in the right sling and worried that his hole is done for the night.  I distract him by talking about dinner and get my left hand up him without his really realizing it. 

It is a short fisting session—but I give him at least half a dozen anal orgasms.  He walks away, spent and happy.

The man who did the flogging has the young man in the sling.  I watch the older man fuck him for a moment.  My cock gets very hard.  They both notice—and both want me to take a turn.  I move in.  The guy’s butt is hairy—as is his chest.  He looks like he’s in construction—and the idea that he wants back to back men up his ass, makes my cock drool.

I lock eyes with him.  “You want my cock up your ass?”

“Fuck, yeah.  You look huge.”

“Fuck him,” says the other top.

Instead I go to my knees and eat the hole the top was fucking.

This makes the top very happy.  “Taste my cock juice in there?”

I grunt.  (I can’t, but it still tastes good.)

I spit one last time into the guy and stand up.  My cock head slaps his balls.  I lock eyes with him again and my cockhead prods his hole.  Once.  Twice.  And I slide right in.  He really wants me.  And he has me.  Balls deep.

“Fuck, yeah!” crows the other top and slaps my ass.

“Oh!  Fuck!!  You feel great…”

I am standing still, not moving a muscle.  Then I begin flexing my cockhead deep inside him.

“Fuck me,” he breathes.

And only then do I begin the long in and out. I build fast.  His ass is a natural.  He loves squeezing down on me.  I fuck him hard and fast—and pull out for the other top. 

He pushes right in and continues the fuck.  I know the top from Halloween—and know he likes a good dick in his hole, too.  I tell him to pause a moment—and I am up his butt. 

“Shit…”

“Do the work.  I’m standing still.”

He does—fucking into the construction guy and fucking himself as he pulls out of him.  It can’t last for long but it’s sweet while it does.  It’s a great mind fuck for all three of us. 

We change around again.  I’ve made the top go slightly soft by being in his ass.  I fuck the hairy guy in the sling until he shoots a load all over his hairy chest…

*

We go up for dessert.

I remind the vers/top who I’d just fucked that he had told me in October, no one had ever gotten a hand in his ass.  He could take bigger toys, but not a fist.  He’s eager to try me.  Down we go, back to the sling.

I do the same distraction method.  Slowly playing with his hole, doing slight stretching.  And before you know it, he was a fist virgin no more…

 

 Full disclosure.  This is NOT a shot from NYE 2021but it’s a really good picture of me in chaps.  Jacob is the welcoming bottom…

Keshawn Takes the Loads

 Indianapolis—December, 2021

A few days after Christmas, I went to Keshawn’s home in Indy.   We both had an itch that needed to be scratched.  I took the sling. It rained heavily, all the way down, lightening up just enough when I arrived not to get myself fully soaked as I grabbed the bags from the car.

I set the sling up behind the couch as Keshawn found us appropriate porn to fuck by—in this case An Epic Orgy with 14 men rutting in a bar.  (And featuring two men, Jake Morgan and Clay Towers, I have had my cock deep inside.)  I slid the tarp under the sling to protect his carpet and we were ready to go…

 

Keshawn stands in front of the couch.  I sit on it to tie my boots.  His huge cock slaps me in the face.  I forget my laces and take him into my mouth.  Fuck, he is so damn thick I feel like I can’t help but scrape him with my teeth—my mouth is stretched so wide open.  But he doesn’t seem to care—or he’s used to it.  He moans as I tongue his piss slit.  I take maybe half of his dick down my throat—I just can’t do more.

He pulls out, kneels between my legs and sucks my drooling cock.  I lean back and close my eyes, letting the tensions of the three hour drive evaporate.  Keshawn doesn’t forget my balls.  He gets them good and wet.

“Let me eat your ass,” I finally murmur.

He heads for the sling, but I tell him to bend over the back of the couch.  He bends, watching the men on the big screen TV.  I kneel, pull his generous black cheeks apart and drill into his warm hole.

“Oh, fuck…”

His hole is so ready for me—just a few pokes of my tongue and he is flowering open.  But I don’t stop.  I lick and spit until Keshawn is groaning.  Only then do I stand up and work my greased cock into him.  He could just take it, his hole is so ready, but I want him to feel every inch as I push it into him.  I stop and pull back each time—giving him just a little more on the forward stroke.  His mouth may not be begging for all of it—but his ass sure is—it greedily takes every inch I give it.

Finally, I bottom out, my overgrown bush grinding against his ass lips. 

“Fuck me!”

I oblige.  Slow and long strokes—letting both of us savor it all.  But I can’t help myself.  I am soon fucking much faster—actually in time with one of the hairy, hot tops on the screen.   I slow down and pull out.  I taste his hole again.  He is so damn juicy—already.  I savor it and swallow.

“Let’s do the sling.”

I get Keshawn into the stirrups.  I love looking at his long, lanky body lying there.  I go to my knees and eat his hole briefly.  I can get my tongue in so much deeper with him on his back.  But soon my cock replaces it.  I thrust hard and fast—truly jack rabbiting his puffy hole.  Keshawn’s breathing is as hard and heavy as my own as I pump into him.  His hand strokes his never soft cock. 

I slow down.  I change to a very deliberate stroke—only giving him half my length repeatedly and then surprising him with the whole shaft.  Each time I give him the full length he groans—and his hand stops flogging himself. 

His ass is getting wetter.  I have to stop and taste him again.   I lick and spit some back into him.  I lick his ass jizz out again and this time I swallow it down.  I stick my cock back in his wet mancunt, get it good and wet and take it to his mouth.  He licks me clean, craning half of his upper body out of the sling.

“Now you know why I can’t keep my tongue out of you…”

I go back and fuck him, hard and fast…

*

I want his ass in a different position.  I unhook the stirrups and move them down his leg from his ankle to his knee.  Then I pull his leg towards his chest and hook the stirrup next to his head.  I do the same to his other leg.  I kneel and rim him deep.  Again, the change of position allows for even more access.  Keshawn is stroking hard.  I stand up and fuck him.  Balls deep on every stroke.  He grunts on every hard thrust.  He is loving it.  His moans are the kind that make me work even harder.

I relax his legs to the regular sling position.  The other is great—but tiring, even for the really flexible.  Once in place, I let him hit the poppers before I fuck him again.  Just as hard.  Listening to the steady smack on my hips on his generous ass cheeks.  Over.  And over.

Keshawn groans—and shoots a massive load all over himself.  I pull out and bend to taste some of it.  Then I coat my cock with his cum.  “Can you keep going?”

“Yes...”

“I am fucking your cum into you.  Take it.”  I have smeared vast amounts of jizz on my rampant cock.  I look down and see it froth around his ass lips.  Keshawn takes it like a man—but I can see the post orgasm fuck is harder for him.  I take a hit of his poppers.  I kneel and lick all the cum off the outside of his hole.  I stand up and sink into him.  I am firing off instantly—replacing all his jizz with a large load of my own…

And the largest snow of December dumped on me for the last two hours of my trip home…

 

An Epic Orgy is from Skynmen  (and recommended!)