Indianapolis—March, 2023

After my bookstore adventure on Saturday, I drove to Kokomo to stay the night.  It was an easy drive into Keshawn’s the next morning.  I arrived right on schedule—and well rested.  I had brought the sling.  I was just beginning to set it up as another man walked up the steps and into the living room.

Fred was around 35 to 40, white, and a big guy.  He told me that he had been bottoming for a long time and had just begun topping again.  He and Keshawn obviously knew each other quite well—they sat and caught up as I got the sling assembled.  Keshawn turned on some porn to play on his huge screen television—and we all stripped down…

Keshawn and Fred are standing chest to chest—and kissing.  Deeply.  Passionately.  I go down on my knees and pull Keshawn’s full butt cheeks apart.  My tongue begins to squirm into his hole.  I hear him groan into Fred’s mouth.  Fred reaches down and grabs Keshawn’s cheeks for me, spreading them wider.  Now I can really tongue fuck him.  Keshawn’s massive cock goes from aroused to super hard.  I stand up, and, with Keshawn holding on to Fred’s shoulders, I enter him for the first time during this session.  He whimpers and buries his head in his hands.  Fred now holds Keshawn—and tells him how hot my cock looks filling up his ass.

I fuck him, slowly, reminding him of my cock.

I pull out.  Instantly, Keshawn goes to his knees to taste his ass juices on my dick.  Fred steps forward, offering his more traditionally sized dick.  Keshawn goes back and forth.  I notice Fred touching his own nipples, so I take over for him as Keshawn gives each of us head, finally getting both cock heads into his mouth at the same time.  I love the feel of Fred’s pre-cum smearing across my helmet head, before Keshawn licks it away.

When Keshawn stands up, Fred goes down to his knees.  He has a much harder job—working two dicks, big and bigger—into his mouth.  He manages, just.  It’s hot, maybe because he’s having so much trouble opening his mouth wide enough.

I suck some too, but individually.  I take Fred with ease—and feel all teeth on Keshawn’s thickness.  “I need to eat your ass instead,” I tell him—and have him bend over the back of the couch.  I lick his freshly fucked hole.  Fred kneels next to me.  I move and let him have his first taste of Keshawn’s butt.  He groans.  I love watching another man eat the hole I just fucked.  Fred licks for a little bit more, than stands up and fucks Keshawn.  Both men groan.  Loudly.  I work Fred’s nip.

Keshawn breaks it—he wants to use the sling.  Before I get his feet in the stirrups, we test the height.  We take it down one link so Fred does not need to stand on the balls of his feet to fuck.  Keshawn jumps back in.  Fred moves to the side.  “Let me see you eat his ass again.”

I am happy to oblige.  I hear Fred’s cock being sucked above me as I taste how wet Fred has made Keshawn’s hole.  I slurp loudly as I rim.  Soon enough, I stand and fuck.  Keshawn stops sucking Fred, his concentration all on his hole as I push slowly into him.

“Fuck him hard,” Fred murmurs.  “Make him take it.”

I bottom out, my full bush, and my friend’s new jock, grinding into Keshawn’s wet hole.

“Fuck me,” he groans, taking a long hit of poppers.

I do.  Long strokes.  Slow.  Letting him feel every inch plowing into him.  Fred walks around and stands next to me, his eyes intent on my cock cleaving into Keshawn.  His hand goes down and touches my balls, never getting in the way of the fuck.  I hope he might crawl under me and lick my shaft as I fuck—but he’s not quite that adventurous. 

I pull out, slapping my wet cock on Keshawn’s full ball sack.  I push right back in.  This actually causes both men to make an audible intake of  breath.  Keshawn’s groan fuels another popper hit.  Fred kneels to be at eye level for the fuck.

I fuck Keshawn faster now, pummeling his ass.  Finally, I slow and go back to the deliberate strokes.  I suddenly pull out—and offer Fred my cock.  He cleans me—and then buries his face in Keshawn’s freshly fucked hole.  I bring my cock to Keshawn’s mouth, leaning in at the side of the sling.  “I’d rather eat ass, than suck cock,” says Fred, momentarily pulling off Keshawn to catch his breath.  I agree with—at least with as ass like Keshawn’s in front of me.

Fred stands up and plows into Keshawn.  Keshawn stops sucking and locks eyes with Fred.  “Damn you feel good,” Fred mumbles.  “So wet.”  He fucks him hard, his thick body slamming into the man in the sling.

Suddenly, Fred is winded.  He’s over-heating.  He pulls out and sits down on the couch for a minute.  I go back to eating Keshawn’s hole.  I wonder if Fred might have shot, but I can’t taste any cum. 

Fred eventually comes back to the side of the sling to watch me fuck.  He’s lost his hardon.  Keshawn tries to suck him back to life.  It slowly happens as his body temperature returns to normal. 

It might have been my fucking.  It might have been the cock erecting in his mouth.  Or both.  Something makes Keshawn reach down and begin stroking his cock like mad.  In moments he has shot all over his pubes and chest.

I slow down.  My hand scoops up some of his load.  I pull out and smear his spunk all over my cock and push back into him.  I don’t have long to get off, he’ll become too sensitive any moment.

“Use all that cum,” Fred murmurs, stroking himself now.

I reach down and grab Keshawn’s poppers.  I really needed a little more time to plow—but maybe a hit will tip the scales.

I take it.

I eat his hole, tasting his load, as it drips out.

I stand up, smear some more of his jizz on my cock and slide back in.

Heaven.  It’s a smooth glide.  My pubes grind into his upturned ass.

I pump.

“Shoot inside him,” Fred mumbles.

I am close—and it’s there.  I grab the top of the sling for support and let my balls empty into Keshawn’s cum soaked ass.  I let every drop seep out of me, before I go to my knees and taste our mixed loads…

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Takes Two (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   April 18, 2023