Brendan and Tim, who had been part of the previous five-way, contacted me right at the top of April. They had a house guest—and had been bending his ear about how much he would like my dick. Would I come up and show it to him in person? “We told him he’d just love your cock.”
I love good PR—so of course I agreed and drove to their beautiful home on the first Sunday of the month. I was greeted at the door by tall, lanky Brendan who was on his way out—an emergency at work. Tim, shorter and half naked, gave me a hug and introduced me to a hairy bear with a hot. beefy looking ass, though it was currently covered by tight denim. Ron shook my hand with a strong, tight grip before we sat in the living room and had a drink.
Ron was in from the East Coast. He told me he loved sex. He loved getting dick downed by Brendan’s long, thick dick. He told me if mine was truly longer, he couldn’t wait to get in my pants. His hand reached over and kneaded my bulge.
Tim’s phone rang. Brendan was still caught up with the emergency. “Go ahead and play,” he told us.
I grabbed the rimseat where I had left it by the door in its rather battered garbage bag. I took it into the master bedroom. The sling was set up to one side of the king sized bed. A fuck bench—a new purchase—was on the other side. Tim suggested I set up the rimseat on the sheepskin rug in their dressing room, near the sling. I did. And stripped to my jock (a slightly used one from the 5 way of the previous post.) I added my boots and snapped the straps on my wrist band…
I go into the bedroom. Tim is sprawled naked on the bed getting his own sizable dick sucked by the now naked Ron. Ron is tucked between Tim’s splayed legs, on his knees, to do the sucking. I kneel on the floor and my face is right at the perfect height to bury it in Ron’s hot ass. I lean forward. My tongue drills into his slightly pronounced pucker.
He gasps around the cock in his mouth. I tongue fuck him. Hard and sloppy. I jerk my cock to full hardness. I can’t wait to bury it in this now wet furry stud hole. I stand up. My cock slides in with little resistance. I love watching the ass lips cling to every inch of my length as it’s buried in him.
Ron has stopped sucking and is panting. “Fuck…” he groans, low and guttural. I bottom out. He wills himself to relax. His ass obeys—and the moment it does, Tim’s cock is back in his mouth and I begin pumping his ass for the first of countless times this afternoon.
*****
Ron is riding me now. I’m lying on the big bed. The bear is impaling himself on my dick. Over and over. Tim watches, and strokes himself, next to me.
“Sit on my face,” I tell him.
He likes that idea. I haven’t been up his hole yet, today. He’s been topping Ron and loving it—but I want to fuck him, too. He settles down on my face. My tongue finds his unused hole and starts to get it wet. Soon I am thrusting up into both holes. I can’t do that for long. I let Ron go back to being in contol and I concentrate on getting Tim wet enough to fuck.
Ron rolls off me, his legs needing a break. Tim goes from my wet face to my wet cock. It’s his turn to ride. Ron watches—his eyes riveted to my cock entering Tim. He moves around between my legs. And then I feel it. He is licking my balls. No, my balls and the shaft that Tim exposes as he lifts himself up. Ron licks and suckles the ass juice of his friend off me…making little whimpering noises as he does it. I am so turned on, I can feel my dick get slicker with precum. I know I’m right, for Ron speeds up his slurping of my cock and balls and Tim’s hole. Just when I think it can’t get hotter, Ron comes around and kisses me—his mouth full of all the juices he’s collected.
We kiss forever, trading the spit, precum and ass juice back and forth. He finally lets me keep it. He promptly sits on my face. I know just what he wants—I tongue fuck it all into his wet, sloppy hole…
*****
We have both fucked Ron again. In the sling and on the bench. We are taking a quick break, chugging water.
The phone rings. Tim reports that Brendan will not likely make it back to play. Tim needs to keep listening—so he walks off down the hall. I nod to the dressing room. I can’t wait to eat his ass after all the fucking—and all the fluids I’ve shoved up it. I get under the rimseat. He lowers the seat, bends and kisses me. He comes up for air and to sit. It’s a big ass. It fills my field of vision. It pushes down on my open mouth.
With just the tiniest movement of my tongue against his hole, I’m treated to a steady drip of ass juice. I swirl it around my mouth and shove it back into him—only to get more. And more.
I can’t stop. I soon have to swallow some as there is too much to recycle and push back into him. He’s a terrific self luber, but I can taste our precum in the mix, too. And maybe some of Tim’s ass juice, too. Ron is moaning…and has the popper bottle open. He’s barely used it for any other play—but is totally blissing out with the vapor as I tongue fuck his hole.
Without any warning he gets up. He leans down, raises the seat and kisses me again. Our tongues take turns passing the remaining fluids in my mouth back and forth. They joust. Back and forth. We spit into each other’s mouths. The kiss becomes more passionate.
“Feed me more,” I grate out the moment our lips separate.
The seat comes down with a bang and his ass is on it. He hole has opened while we were kissing. I get a steady ooze out of his hole of our three juices. I am jerking my cock in a frenzy. I slow, really thinking I could blow my load.
I get one more drizzle of ass lube before he kisses me again…
And Tim comes back.
We go back to fucking. I do both men, side by side, back and forth.
Two more me arrive, both of whom I know from the gathering I attend still farther north. You’d think that would increase the heat. But it doesn’t. I have more down time as they work Ron’s holes.
I have fun, but nothing can top the moment when it was just the two of us and the rimseat.
