Indianapolis—May, 2021

This was my final play in a very busy May.

Keshawn had made the trip to my playroom three times—once in the old house and twice in the new.  I had loved going south to his birthday party, but I owed him a fuck on his own turf.  I had tried once in the winter to head south and icy roads had sent me home after only a handful of miles.  But now there was no problem to take the sling to him.  So I did…

I find his place easily.  He meets me at the door and takes the sling bag, so I go back to the car for the poles.  I go up one flight.  He has cleared a spot in his living room.  I set it up as he works to stream some porn on his mammoth television screen.  It takes me no longer than 10 minutes to get the sling up and the carpet protected.  I strip.  He hits play and does the same. 

We are standing by the couch in his sparsely, but nicely, furnished living room.  He kneels, pulls aside the jock pouch and takes my thickening cock into his mouth.  He gives me wonderful head.  My cock easily extends to its full size and goes down his throat.  He pulls off and looks at it, holding me by the balls.  He spits on the head and takes me down his throat again.  To the root. 

Keshawn tells me to sit on the couch.  I do and spread my legs wide.  He crawls between them—this time hefting my cock out of the way and attacking my balls with that thick, velvety tongue.  I sigh and close my eyes.  He is doing everything I love with my nuts:  one at a time in his mouth; more licking than sucking; caressing them with his tongue—knowing they will soon be giving him a load.  He finally goes back to my dick, leaving my balls sopping wet.

He stands up—presenting me with his extra large dick.  I take the head in my mouth and get maybe halfway down his shaft before I choke.  I try again—and do better.  His cock head is drooling, so I spend more time there, licking up the seed and swallowing.

“I need to eat your ass.”

I get up.  Keshawen turns and kneels on the seat of the couch, his arms on the back of it.  It presents that full butt to me in perfect dining mode.  I dig in.  My tongue burrowing deep.  I spit.  I drill into him.  I spit again.  And again.

I stand up and my cockhead brushes his now tingling hole.  But the angle is terrible—he’s too low for my long legs.  We move around to the other side of the couch, where he can stand and lean on the back.  I now really look at the porn for the first time.  Jake Morgan is getting plowed on a couch by a horde of men. 

I sink into the man in front of me.  Slowly and steadily, until I am balls deep. 

“OOOOh, yeah!”  Keshawn pants out as I slide into him.  He grabs his poppers, does a hit and gives me a nod to start plowing.  I do.   I build fast to a hard driving fuck.  The sound of my hips slapping against his full ass drown out the grunts and groans from the porn.

I look across him at the screen again.  The camera pans from Jake on his back getting plowed to Clay Towers on all fours at the other end of the couch with just as many men waiting to go up him.  I grin.  I have had the pleasure of fucking both bottoms in this video.  I love porn with men I have actually had have sex.  I mention this to Keshawn.  He tells me that Ray Dalton, who is currently up Jake’s smoldering hot ass, has had his (Keshawn’s) ass at the bathhouse here in Indy.  I laugh and redouble my efforts…

*  

We switch to the sling.  I kneel and eat him out again.  God, I love eating a fucked ass.  His always smooth hole is now creamy—from what I have been dripping out of my cock and the ass jizz he is producing.  I lick him out, stand and fuck.  When I pull out, I bring it to his mouth.  He makes the sexiest sounds possible as he slobbers over it, getting every drop off of me.

I go back to his ass and fuck some more.  I take a huge slug of water and keep some of the cool liquid in my mouth.  I kneel and spit some of it on his hole.  I take another swig and do it again—this time forcing some into him with my tongue.  He moans lightly and tells me it feels wonderful.  I hear the poppers open and close.  As the waves hit him, I stand up and fuck him.  Slowly and deliberately. Doing some knees bends to make sure my strokes are hitting his prostate.  Every.  Time.

I get him out of the sling to stretch his legs.   After some soda, he sucks my cock again.  Kneeling and moaning about how wet and good it is now.  I grab the sides of his head and begin a slow face fuck. 

The guys on screen are beginning to take loads.  Keshawn climbs back into the sling, expectantly. 

“Load me.  Please.”

He strokes his own cock back to full erection.  I glide into him.  I let him popper up before I begin to fuck.  Hard.  Fast.  Solid smacks of damp bodies against each other.  Now he simply lets his cock flop with the thrusts I am giving him.

My eyes drift to the screen.  There are two back to back huge loads shot.  I can feel my balls tighten.  Keshawn is back to stroking his oversized dick.  Suddenly it goes off.  Jizz is flying all over him, the very white drops looking even hotter on his chocolate colored skin.  His ass is contracting.  There is no way I am not going to shoot, too…and suddenly I am.  I grab the top bars of the sling.  My body feels like it is pumping out more than usual deep inside Keshawn.

I stay inside him.  I want him to lick me clean—but there is no way I could stand it yet, with every nerve ending screaming at me.

I look at the screen.  Jake Morgan, cum covered is standing shakily to his feet.  I take it as my sign to move and let Keshawn clean me up.  He does.  I mop up some of his jizz and cover my cock with it.  He licks that up, too.  I lean back and my finger can find his dripping hole.  I get some of that on my fingers, too, and feed him…

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