Indianapolis—October, 2023

The very next day I drove to Indy to see Keshawn and meet his friend/fuckbud.  I made it there in good time, with less traffic around the city then usual.  I had not been able to pack the sling with everything else I had to take for the month of working.  So, with just my bag containing lube and jock, I went up the steps to his apartment…

We hug.  I learn quickly the third man has had to cancel.  I don’t find that a problem.  We strip down in his bedroom.  I pull on a new white jock.   Keshawn is naked, his large cock growing.  He goes to his knees.  My cock is swelling, but Keshawn gets me really hard with his mouth and tongue.  He moans as he takes me deep into his throat.

Suddenly he stops.  He wants this cock in his ass.  Now.  He stands on the floor and bends over, his long arms braced on the mattress below him.  I go to my knees and pull apart his full butt cheeks.  My tongue zeros in on his hole.  He is still damp from the shower.  I burrow into his hole.  He pants and cracks open his poppers.  I lick his hole until it is wet and slick.  I lube my cock as I eat him out.  I can’t stop jerking myself and tongue fucking him as deeply as I can.

Finally, I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass crack.  My hand guides it into him.  Keshawn’s hole flowers open and takes almost my full length with the first bit of thrust from me.  I push once more and I am fully buried deep inside him.

Keshawn moans.

I groan.

I hold a moment and begin a slow in and out.  “Yes,” he mutters.  I pick up the pace and begin a harder fuck.  More of me comes out on every stroke.  Soon I am long dicking him over and over. 

It is a slightly awkward position.  He breaks it by pulling off me and spinning around to taste his ass jizz on my cock.  The minute my cock is clean, he moves around, kneeling on the bed, right at the foot.  The bed is tall enough I only have to do a tiny knee bend to slide back inside his hot, wet hole.  I pummel his ass.  We both love the wet sounds of the fuck—and how my hips and his butt make their own music as they slap together.  Over and over.

I pull out.  I eat his hole again.  Keshawn is a great self-luber—his ass never stops making delicious juices for me to taste before swallowing.  I spend a long time there, before I stand back up and slide back into the hole I was tonguing.   I fuck him just as hard, all over again.

I pull out.  He savors the juices on my dick.

“On my back.” 

Keshawn rolls into place.  This is a little low for me, but I bend my knees and slide in.  I fuck a few strokes and then pull out.  We get a pillow under his butt—and I am at a better height.  I feel like I am going even deeper into his guts.  I slow the strokes and really grind each one as deeply into him as I can manage.  I pause only for him to take a hit.  Then I keep fucking him at this slower speed that is getting me into the very heart of his sex.

We break.  I have to sit for a minute.  He cleans me up.  He leaves me really wet—and I know just what he’s going to do.  He stands, turns and sits on my cock.  He takes every inch of me.  It’s his turn to grind his ass onto my dick.  And then he begins to bounce.  Slowly at first, gauging how far he can pull off me.  Now he increases the height, slamming himself down on me.  I don’t let guys ride me too often—but this moment is just what I need.  I catch my breath and let him do the work of pleasuring his now wide open mancunt.

He rolls off me.  I move around and bury my face in his incredibly wet ass.  You’d think I’d shot in there, he is so juicy.  When I finally stop, I fuck him again on his knees.  I love that Keshawn makes a conscious choice to stop jerking his dick along with my strokes and just revel in the fuck he’s getting.  I pound into him again and again.

He cleans me up once more.  And he reads my mind.  I want more of him riding me, just as much as he wants to do it.  I get a little more comfortable on the bed this time before he mounts my dripping dick.  This time he slides down as slowly as he can.  Inch by inch until he can’t take it any more and just takes the last half of my cock all at once.  He grinds down on me before beginning to bounce. 

“Fuuuccckkk…” he groans out.

I close my eyes.  I love watching him—but right now I want to just feel him.  He is driving my cock closer and closer to the final explosion.  I can feel his ass walls squeezing me with every stroke.  I fantasize for a moment about all the other cock this ass has taken in the last few years.  I can feel my cock push out more precum at the thought…

His legs tire.  I know the look in his eye.  He is close to the point of no return, too.  I suggest his back again.  I want to see his eyes as I shoot in him—and his white cum on his beautiful dark skin.  I enter him.   I fuck.

I stop and lick Keshawn’s hole once more.  I take a one nostril hit of poppers and push into him.  I fuck.  Hard.  In moments, I am over the edge.  I am so wrapped up in my own explosion, I miss seeing his own orgasm.  But I can feel it—his ass milking me with every shot of jizz that spurts out of his cock and balls.  I look down.  Keshawn is covered in milky cum.  I wipe some up and bring it to my mouth…

The original, with a picture of me inside him, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Keshawn Rides My Cock Again (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  November 2. 2023