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…

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Takes the Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  February 20, 2022