West Michigan—November, 2022

Derrick and Jacob had re-opened the playroom last January.  I reported our ‘get reacquainted’ session, when I wrote it up in March. After that, one thing after another got in the way of our usual once a month play time—some unrelated to the pandemic health issues for them, travel for all of us, my summer out of state, etc.  It took us until November to see each other once more.

I drove over to their beautiful house, and overly equipped playroom, on the last Sunday afternoon of November…

We spend a long time catching up, sitting in the living room, where the sun tries to shine through the huge windows.  Soon enough we strip down and head to the study.  The slide show on the big screen TV has changed since my last visit, but it is still just as kinky and hot. I am naked but for a cock ring and socks.  Derrick is naked, too.  We sit on the couch, where Derrick leans over and begins to suck me.

Jacob enters a few moments later.  He has some rubber fetish gear on, which emphasizes his ass.  He kneels and begins sucking Derrick, as Derrick continues getting me fully hard.  Soon enough I slip to the floor.  I carefully unzip Jacob’s ass crack zipper on the gear.  His hairy cleft is now in front of me.  I lean in, and though it is an awkward angle, I delight in running my tongue up and down the hairy crack before burrowing into his pucker.  He groans around Derrick’s dick in his mouth.

“Fuck him,” murmurs Derrick.  “He’s missed your dick.”

I keep getting his hole good and wet, while lubing up my cock while I do it.  I rear up, and my slimy cock head connects with his wet hole.  He pauses in his cock sucking as I slide into him.  I give him a moment to adjust.  When he goes back down on Derrick, I know he’s ready for me to begin thrusting.

And I do.  Slow and long.  Derrick’s eyes are glued to my cock as they disappear into his boy.  I speed up, without really meaning to—it just feels so good.  I am fucking him hard enough now that Jacob stops sucking and concentrates on his ass.

I stop.  Only because I am on my knees.  I sit on the couch next to Derrick, who moves Jacob’s head from his cock to mine.   I let him suck me for a bit—and then move him back to Derrick.

Back and forth.  Back and forth.

“Why don’t we go downstairs,” suggests Derrick.  This is faster than usual.  Often, we have quite a fuck session up here, but we all go willingly down to the sling.  Their fuck machine, pandemic relief, sits off to one side.  Jacob hops it the sling.  Derrick sits to one side, watching avidly. 

I eat Jacob’s hole again—now in a much more comfortable position.  I stay there a long time, leisurely stroking myself as I eat him out.  I stand and fuck.  Again, slow and almost all the way out.  I lock eyes with Jacob.  We see the lust in each other’s gaze. 

“Fuck, that’s nice,” groans Derrick.  I glance over at him.  He is enrapt watching his partner’s hole be plundered.

I speed up. 

I fuck and fuck.

My hands are now greased.  I slowly get reacquainted with his ass in this way.

“I’ve been really working it,” Jacob mentions.  It was not that long ago that I was introduced to him as I had smaller hands than Derrick—and Derrick wanted me to open him up.  Jacob can take big toys now.  My left had slips into him easily.

“You want me to add my dick?”  As if I didn’t know the answer.  He nods, panting.  I pull my hand out slightly.  My cock is now cradled on my palm and they go back into him in one smooth move.  I keep my hand still and fuck him—sliding my cock between my fingers deep inside him.  He groans and touches himself.  Derrick gets up and fastens Jacob’s wrists above his head to the sling chains.  I pull out.  My mouth finds Jacob’s PA-ed cock.  I clean up his precum leakage.

Now I do the right.  It fits easily today, though it is slightly larger than my left hand.  I try to add my cock.  It’s not as good a fit, so I just rotate my fist deep in his gut, incredibly slowly.

I go back to fucking.  As I plow him, I look over the table next to me where there is a plethora of sex toys.  Nothing is normal size.  I discard the idea of a DP. 

When I finally pull my cock out, I go back to some basic one hand and then the other moves.  I increase the speed.  This is as close, I think, as I have ever gotten to punch fisting Jacob.  He takes it.  And loves it.

 And he wants a breather.

We get him out of the sling.  Derrick gets in.  “Go easy.  You were the last person in me last January.”

My tongue enters Derrick.  I really work on relaxing his hole.  My cock goes in easily.  I watch his face for any pain.  It’s all pleasure.  I fuck him.  Slowly.  Deliberately.  I can see it in his eyes when he wants more.  And more.  I speed up the stroke, and increase the depth, each time.

I switch to my hands.  It takes a moment of stretching before my left slides in.  I move it slowly around—and then bring it out to go right back in.  Jacob is standing by our side, watching me.  He puts his fragrant pit over Derrick’s face—why use poppers when you have him there?  Derrick breathes deep and relaxes enough for me to add my cock with my hand.  I don’t go for as long or as deep with the fucking through my fingers.

I now work on getting my right hand in.  I succeed once I add more lube.  I add my cock head—but not the full shaft.

I re-grease and do four fingers from each hand.  This time my palms are together.  I go in again, with my hands now knuckle to knuckle.  I do a slight stretch out.  A year ago, I could double fist him.  There is no way that is happening today.  I do manage my left hand with four fingers of my right before we both agree it’s time to stop.

Derrick asks if I want to get off—or perhaps would like my ass eaten.  I hop in the sling, but I just can’t get comfortable.

It’s late—and we all agree that it’s time for food…

The origianal is here, with links to some pictures:  From My Side of the Sling: Derrick and Jacob Get in the Sling (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)       January 5, 2023