buttstud

He came over in 100 degree weather. I said let’s take a shower first and turned on the water. He was standing nervously by the kitchen sink. I walked over to him, kissed him, grabbed his ass. “Damn,” I said, feeling it’s meaty succulent fullness like soft ripe melons.

I fumbled around unbuttoning his cargo shorts, bent him over and put my face up in his hole. The sweet sweaty musky man odor was ripe and delicious. Savory. I thought of a friend’s advice to eat ass slowly, cause if you disrupt the natural odors the butt will only taste like your own saliva. “Let’s not take a shower,” I say, “here I’ll go turn it off.” So i do.

I lead him to my sling room and command him, “sit down,”. He reclines stiffly into the sling. People always sit into my sling cautiously, way back high up into it. I grab him by the thighs and pull him down so his back is against the leather and his hole is facing up skyward and his meaty ass is hanging over the edge.

I suck his hole some more, on my knees. I pull his hard cock back and suck on that some. I walk around to the head of the sling, squat down and kiss him sloppy wet. I put my hard dick in his mouth and thrust my hips. I want to suck him too so I climb up onto the sling and we 69. Sucking his cock and hole. I put my butt in his face so he has no choice but to eat it, which he does heartily. Growing sweaty after awhile. There are moments we have to stop because I’m close to coming.

I get down, walk around the sling and worship his hole some more. “Wanna get fucked?” I ask, hoping he’ll let
me slide into him bareback.

“No, I’m good.” I’m stroking his cock enthusiastically. He says he wants to cum. Asks if I can.

“But I want my dick in your mouth when i cum,” I tell him, so I go and put it back. We 69 again. He cums a tangy hot brew in my mouth.

“Aw, we can go shower now,” I tell him. I suck his hole twice more and shoot my load again while my face is buried in his buttocks, as we’re chilling post-shower by the air conditioner.

“Glad you like my ass so much,” he says, “My boyfriend would never rim me,” he says glumly about his ex.

I’m like: was this guy insane!? “I would NOT have a boyfriend who wouldn’t rim. It’s pretty basic to gay sex,” I say.

Then we have a big conversation about rimming. “Almost everybody loves getting rimmed,” I tell him. “Even straight guys, or total tops. But not everyone is willing to do it like so guys tend to enjoy the chance when they get it.”

He: “Yea some total bottoms are like ooh I don’t rim!”

“Yea! What’s that all about? It’s not like it’s going to kill you. Get over it! But I prefer doing it to having it done.”

He: “Some total bottoms I wouldn’t want to rim me.”

“Yea, a person’s heart has to be into it. Otherwise it’s no good.”

The client and I take a shower together in the Hyatt Grand Central. I squat in the shower and suck his 67 year old cock, playing with my hole. Trying to not get soap in my mouth.

We dry off, move to the bed. I drip Swiss Army lube over us. Say, “We could just jerk off,” since he’s not too hard.

“If I get hard, I’d like to fuck you.”

He does. He stands. My knees on the bed, my ass hanging over the edge. He lubes me and inserts raw. Pumping thinking of the beautiful redhead bottom who rimmed me a few weeks ago.

He pulls out, braces my leg between his. Cums. I cum, copiously. He’s amazed by my ability to cum simoultaneously, on command. He says he doesn’t cum much since he only has one testicle.

I rinse myself in the sink, collect $300 and kiss him goodbye on my way out the door.

Awaking from the nap, my cock is hard again. He’s sleeping too. I deduce the lube must be outside the room and go get it. Lubing my cock. This time I don’t even announce just furiously pump that well-bred hole. I inhale deeply from his popper bottle which had been sitting on the windowsill. It feels marvelous. And my sperm gush up inside of him. I’m hoping one of the 3 million or so will be a good swimmer and make my twinkbaby pregnant.

The boy curled up and I couldn’t toss him back into the freezing night. I covered him with the old indian-blanket that I got in the divorce and turned out the light. He’d declined a sleeping pill while I was grateful for mine, always the anxiety when sleeping beside a new body.

Fitful dreams I arose around 9am. Or rather, my cockhead arose. I couldn’t find the lube so i reached over for my facial moisturizer (the closest wet product i had on hand) slathered some on my dick and felt his hole. Touching it with my fingers, splitting it with my cock. “Oww! it’s dry,” he whines, submitting.

So I apply some saliva to my dong and grind on. Covering him, his naked bod fully under mine. looking over into the mirror. My butt turns me on, when i watch it writhing atop a twink. Pounding him senseless. So, flashed to the porn I watched last night. A fake-breasted bitch getting cummed on by 2 nordic types. Somehow, this knocks me off and I shoot a healthy load (my second) into the rapturous twink.

“You sure you’re clean?” he says in consternation. “Yea,” I whispered, wiping my dick with a green kleenex and falling asleep again. He seems to play with his cock, getting himself off, but I’m rather oblivious.