Bookstore Saturday One: "You're a Perv!"

 Jackson—February, 2022

It was the first weekend of February.  On Saturday morning, I packed a lunch and headed once more to the bookstore with the many varied screens.

 

I arrive before noon.  The parking lot is fairly full.  I buy my ticket and head into the lounge.  I do my usual tour.  There are men everywhere.  Some are even having sex.  I end up in my favorite alcove, off the gay screening room.  There is a second gay screen here and just the two chairs.  I sit, unbutton and get myself hard. 

There is as great vibe in the air today.  Guys are moving around—but they are actually stopping to have sex.  I hear a blow job happening in the bigger room behind me.  I consider going to watch, but a person moves into my room.  I glance up and watch them sit in the other chair.  The first thing I take in is the short pink skirt.  Then the black patterned hose.  Long blonde hair peeks out from under a regular man’s knit snow hat.  A tight black top completes this cross dresser’s ensemble.  His/her face is rugged and very tan with no hint of feminine makeup.

A man comes in, looks from one to the other of us and leaves.  The person in the other chair reaches down and adjusts the goods under the skirt.  I see a flash of garters.   Now thick, manly fingers are stroking a cock, hidden by the dress; the silky pink fabric wraps around the shaft. 

“Hello.” 

I nod in acknowledgement. 

“I…I’m Joyce.”  The voice is deep.  Joyce’s eyes are riveted to my cock.  I make a of show of letting it go, reaching for my water bottle on the floor and taking a long drink from it—my cock at full attention all the time.

Joyce looks up from my dick to my face.  Her tongue comes out and licks her unmade up lips. 

I look at her.  “You want this dick don’t you?”

Joyce’s hand moves faster.

I get up, slowly stroking my cock, letting my hand work every inch of it.

“You want this in your mouth?”

Joyce nods.

“Say the words.”

“I want to suck your cock.”

“What?”

“I want to suck your cock.  Please.”

Our voices have drawn two men to the archway to watch us. 

I move over, closer to Joyce.  “Open your mouth.”

Her right hand is going a mile a minute on her cock now—just with the anticipation. 

My cock slaps her cheek, leaving a tiny patch of cock snot on the tanned cheek.  I notice the very wide, very gold wedding ring on his/her left hand.

Joyce opens her mouth.  I pull back.  And slap her cheek with my cock once more.  She opens wider.  I relent and stick my cock in her mouth.  Her hand goes crazy down below.  Her cock emerges, a thick seven incher.  Her blow job is adequate.  I take over and fuck her face.

“This what you wanted?”

She grunts an affirmative around the mass of cock in her mouth.

The hotter of the two men in the archway is now openly stroking.

“Suck me good…and get yourself off,” I mutter. 

Joyce does.  She is close.

I hold onto the knit hat and thrust a little deeper.

Her hand jacks faster yet.

“Cum on your little pink dress…”

Joyce groans…and shoots—so strongly her load sails over the skirt and hits her black top.  The whiteness of the jism looks great on the black fabric.  I pull out of her mouth. 

Joyce is spent.  She nods at me, and pulls herself together.  She picks up a shopping bag, where I can see a pair of overalls.  I watch her wobble down the hall to the bathroom to change back into everyday clothes.

The hot man who stroked to us, zips up with a “You’re a prev!” and takes off.

Yeah, I am—but one who knows how to make somebody’s fantasy come true…

*

There is a lot more to come…

The man with the eraser nipples

The tall, dark and handsome cocksucker

The Marathoner

The man in the fishnet body stocking

The bearded boy in camo pants

Mouths are used and asses filled…

I will try for a daily chapter…

Trading Loads at the Bookstore

 Jackson—January, 2022

After the recent ass eating fun with the Marathoner along with my breeding of the vocal young man, I suppose it was inevitable that my dick would lead me back to the bookstore where it happened.  I returned at the very end of the month.  The parking lot snow piles had melted some, giving room for more cars.  It was crowded…

 

I make the tour of the entire lounge.  There are plenty of men—and not a scrap of action.  I go to the alcove in the gay area.  Both chairs are empty and I sit in the one that puts my back to the hallway.  The bigger gay section has one man in it who I recognize and remember that I have never see him engage in any kind of play here.

I unzip and pull it out.  This spooks the guy in the bigger area.  He stands up and leaves.  The porn here is average, but I am horny.  My cock stands right up.  I keep hearing the main door open and close.  I am guessing a lot of men are taking it to the booths downstairs to suck or fuck. I have been aware of men making the same circuit I had done—but my dick has failed to tempt anyone.

I stroke some more.  I consider buying a ticket to the booths, but I remember hating how little room there is to play in them.  So I stay.  And stroke.

A man has come in.  He shows himself for a half second as he looks at my dick.  He’s masked.  Likely my age.  Decent body under the winter coat.  He seems to be gone again.  I stroke.  And then I feel it.  A hard cock is prodding my shoulder.

I turn slightly.  It’s Mr. Mask.  His just over average white dick is the one poking my shoulder blade.  I hunker down slightly in my seat, take off my mask and begin to suck him.  The guy groans—just barely audible.  He begins a thrusting action into my mouth.  His cock is dripping precum like crazy.  I know he’s going to blow his load as fast as he can before he’s ‘caught’ by some wandering guy.

And I’m right.  Mr. Mask grabs the back of my head and holds me in place.  His cock doesn’t exactly explode with jizz—it sort of oozes out the cum.  But it’s a big load.  He seems to think it’s the best sex ever.  He pats me on the shoulder, zips up and leaves.

*

I am alone for a little while.  Then I zip up and make the tour again.  The talkative Latino with the problematic clean out has arrived.  We chat a little.  He goes to the booths and I go back to the alcove.  This time I’m in the opposite chair—so I can see all the traffic arriving to the two gay video areas.  A 30-something white guy with a terrific beard comes in.  He sits in the chair I was in before.  He can’t take his eyes off my dick.

“I’d really like to suck that cock.  Please?”

I nod.  He comes over and kneels between my splayed legs.  He takes me to the root the moment his lips touch me.

I inhale deeply.  Fuck!  He’s good.  Silky mouth.  Effortless deep throat.  Thick, active tongue.  The beard on my balls. 

“Damn, you’re good,” I tell him.  “I don’t say that very often…”

He grunts, pleased.  The noise in his throat sends tingles through the length of my cock.

The Latino arrives.  He knows this guy devouring my dick.  He says so and tells me I must be enjoying it.  Then he kneels behind the guy, pulls the cocksuckers unbuttoned pants down, exposing his hairy ass.  The Latino proceeds to rim him.

Fuck.  I want that ass.  With either my tongue or cock, I don’t care which.  The Latino soon tires of the rimjob—when he realizes, even with the extra stimulation, I’m not going to blow a load easily.  He takes off.

My cocksucker needs to get off his knees, too.  He stands.  He moves to the couch in the bigger room.  He sits, with his pants around his ankles.  “Let me blow you some more—I want your load.”

I walk over and feed him my dick.  The bearded sucker has a nice thick cut cock himself.  I still want his ass and decide to see if I can get it.  I finally pull out of his mouth.  He leans back on the couch.  I go to my knees and take him into my mouth.  I manage to wet my middle finger as I start to suck and it begins to worm into the sucker’s tight, hairy hole.  He gasps—but he doesn’t tell me to stop.

I am already at the first knuckle of my long bony finger.  He is breathing fast.  ‘Come on,’ I think, ‘say you’d rather have my dick in there.’  I move to licking his balls.  He strokes his own cock and my entire finger slides into him.  “Oh, fuck me,” he whispers.

My head comes up—just in time to catch his explosion of cum.  I swallow all of it, letting my finger slide out of his ass.

He grins, cleans up, thanks me and says he may be back for more.

I go eat my lunch out in my car…

*

It is likely 45 minutes since the cum appetizer and then my sandwich.  I am back in the chair in the alcove—the one with the view.  I have a fat, uncut cock in my mouth belonging to this guy who looks like he drives truck.  He is constantly telling me:  “I’m gonna give you my load.  Be ready for it.  My big load…” and so on.

There is movement behind us.  It’s the bearded cocksucker.  He has come back.  He goes for my exposed, neglected dick while I continue to suck.  The writings on the wall—with his great mouth and a thick, dripping, foreskinned cock in my mouth, I will be shooting like a fucking adolescent. 

I concentrate on servicing the guy in my mouth—but the cocksucker is so good, I can’t quite do it.  I can feel my balls tighten.  I work harder on the guy in my mouth.  He seems close.  It would be perfect if we could blast at the same time.  I try hard to make that happen.

But it’s too much.  I erupt deep in the bearded guy’s throat.  The trucker-type pulls out of my mouth as I convulse and hang onto the bearded guy’s head.  The bearded cocksucker stays there, just working his throat—milking me dry.

I finally have to pull out.  I am actually speechless.  And panting.

Bearded cocksucker comes up, I think to kiss me.   But it’s not my mouth—it’s to take the Trucker’s load down his throat, so it doesn’t spew all over my chest…

"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.