Chicago—August, 2021

I heard from the Professor while I was working out of state this last July.  He wrote the most intriguing sentence I’d received in a long time:  “I just heard from Jake Morgan, who is looking for you.” 

I had the hot pornsters email (from after we had fucked in December of 2017), so of course I dropped him a line.  It seems that Jake had had a personal appearance in Detroit.  He remembered that I lived in Michigan and was hoping he could jump in the sling on his way back home to Chicago.  Of course I was nowhere near home, working in Indiana at the time.

But we soon switched to text, for Jake wanted to see if we could still meet.  We set up a point halfway between us, but on the day we had to postpone.  Once I was done working in Indiana, we tried to find a new date.  Jake was making a ton of public appearances, so we finally just put it on hold. 

Then it all seemed to fall into place.  He was coming back from an appearance in St Louis.  Could I meet him at his apartment instead of a motel?   Of course I could.  I packed the sling and set out…

I arrive a little early.  Jake texts—he is running late.  I am eventually let into Jake’s place by his friend, Clay Towers, (who I have also played with, thanks to the Professor.)  We catch up, sitting in Jake’s living room.

Jake arrives, all apologies.  He may have been in his rental car for five hours, but he looks great to me.  Clay takes off and Jake and I hike the three blocks to my car to bring in the sling. We move some furniture for it and cover the two sofas with play sheets.   I set up the sling as he heads into the shower.  I strip to my jock and boots—and stretch out on the bigger sofa and close my eyes.

I hear a noise.  Jake is standing by me, naked except for a jock.  I get up.  We kiss.  Deeply.  I have forgotten he’s taller than I remember.  We are an easy fit.  Both of us have restless tongues.  Our bodies grind together, making my cock spring out of the side of my jock.  I love the feel of the hair on his chest as we hold onto each other.

Jake goes to his knees.  He takes my hard cock the rest of the way out of my jock.  He just looks at it for a moment—then his tongue darts out and connects with my piss slit.  He licks it once—twice and then the head disappears into his mouth.  I close my eyes and let him suck me.  He’s great—and doesn’t forget my balls.

“I gotta taste your hole,” I tell him.  He gets up on the love seat, presenting that gorgeous ass to me.  I go to my knees, pull his cheeks apart slightly and dig in.  Jake groans.   So I go deeper.  I fuck him with my tongue.  I leave his hole incredibly wet. 

I stand up and poke my drooling cock head into his pucker.  I pop in.  Jake moans into the back of the loveseat.  I wait…and then slowly enter him with my entire length.  I fuck that famous ass gently, with long deliberate strokes.  Jake pants.

We pause as me finds his silicone based lube.  I reapply and fuck him some more—this time with him riding me as I lay on the bigger couch.

When he rolls off me, Jake moves down and cleans my cock.  I ask him to kiss me—and he does with all the flavors of our two bodies.

He has me sit on the love seat and he kneels again—this time between my splayed legs.  He lovingly licks every inch of my dick.  Then my balls.  He lifts them and tongues my perineum.  Jake now sucks each orb—pulling them into his mouth with light suction—and an ever swirling tongue.

He goes lower.  His tongue grazes my asshole.  He looks up at me:  “Do you like your ass eaten?”

I nod.

Jake dives in—doing everything I did to him.  My cock is bouncing as I have to let go of it.  He prods and spits and licks.  He doesn’t tire of eating me out.  I finally suggest he get in the sling.

I move to help get his ankles in the stirrups, but he beats me to it—slipping right into them in a practiced move.  I so want a picture of him there—but I’m not about to stop to find my phone.  I kneel and eat his ass again as I grease my dick with his silicone lube.

I stand.  I glide in.  To the hilt in one easy move.  Jake relaxes completely.  This is the way to fuck.  I start slow.  Build.  The chains are groaning and banging.  We have strapped a mirror of his to the top of the frame as I forgot mine.  I fuck him so hard one of the ties on the mirror loosens.  We pause as I fix it—then I am back in him, leaning down and kissing him as my cock drills into his hole…

*

We break for water.

“Get in the sling,” Jake tells me.  “I want to eat your ass again.”

“Just kiss me when you’re done…”

I lay back—I need help to get my booted feet into the stirrups.  Jake kneels and pulls my ass cheeks apart.  His tongue just grazes my hole.  He spits.  I look up in the mirror and watch the top of his head move up and down my ass crack.

He hands me his poppers.  “Take a hit.” 

I do.

The moment the vapor hits, his tongue is drilling me.  I lose all track of time.  I babble, telling him to eat my ass, to fuck me with that hot tongue.  I really only return to reality when he stands up and gives me a long wet kiss.  His hard cock glances over my hole as we lie on each other chest to chest.  I shiver---and his strong arms hold onto me.  Finally we come up for air.

Jake gets back in the sling.  It’s late.  We both know it’s time.

“You want my cum?” I whisper as my cock slips back up him.

“Fuck, yes…”

“I really want to breed you.”  I pump harder.  “I didn’t get to last time.  Our host deserved it.”  My strokes are longer now.  Hard.  His cock is drooling.  I fuck him harder yet.

Then a quick dip to taste his wet, slick, stretched pucker.

That does it—I push back in and explode.  I grab the bars above me to hang on…

Jake jerks out his load with me still deep inside him.  I finally let go of the frame and bend.  I lick up his load, swallowing some—and keep some in my mouth to add to mine deep in his ass….

*

And every bit as good as the sex…was that muscular arm wrapped around me as we fell asleep.

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