Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2023 16:11:19 -0400
From: Craig Cruzer <69qo24@gmail.com>
Subject: It's a Sling Thing

I don't remember is it was before he fucked me or just after he'd
finished me off, but when Robert said, "I should get a sling", I
instantly fantasized about getting plowed while "hung up".  Fantasy, I
figured, was all it would ever be.  In fact, with my wife retiring at the
end of June, it would be forever harder for me to travel to Detroit and
slip away for some fun time with Bob.  I wondered if he'd had his way
with me for the last time and the thought saddened me, because we'd built
up an intensely sexy relationship over the years.

Then came July and the "reunion".  When some old school friends invited
me to a class reunion it excited me exactly not at all...until I realized
the potential for a much more satisfying reunion.  I knew my wife would
be totally disinterested in seeing a bunch of geezers she hardly knew,
and she was amazed when I evinced interest, but as long as she didn't
have to go, well, what the hell?

As always, I'd sent Robert an email to let him know I was coming down and
he replied with the promise of a surprise. The sling he had mentioned the
last time didn't even enter my mind as I drove down.  I spent the hours
wondering what kind of fun awaited me, but the sling thing?  I didn't
even think about it.

He greeted me at the door and we kissed and rubbed our bodies together as
we had increasingly done as our relationship heated up, but instead of
heading for the upstairs bedroom, this time he opened the door to the
basement stairway.  I'd never been in his basement before and it still
hadn't dawned on me that Bob had been serious about the sling, but as
soon as he turned on the light, I missed a couple of heartbeats and my
mind started racing.  There it was, very well hung.

Before I had a chance to process it all, Bob put his hands on my
shoulders and guided me backwards toward the business end of the leather
monster.  He stripped my t-shirt off in two seconds and ordered me to
remove the rest of my clothes.  Normally, we'd always taken out time,
kissing, caressing and sucking each other's cocks, but this time it was
clear that he had an agenda and I was quickly on my back, three feet
above the basement floor with my head hanging over the far end of the
leather lounger and my business end dangling out of the other end.  He
began giving orders, and while I'd never seen a dominant streak in Bob, I
realized I was enjoying it immensely.  My cock hardened fast as he told
me to put my legs in the air and strapped each one in a leather cuff
attached to the suspension chain.  In my amazed arousal, I hadn't even
noticed the handcuffs on the upper chains, but he wasted no time in
locking me into the wrist restraints, leaving me totally vulnerable, on
my back with my ass hanging out like meat in a butcher shop window.  I
was in chains and in heaven at the same time, watching a thick drop of
pre-cum roll down the shaft of my cock.

Bob backed up and ripped off his clothes even faster than he'd
stripped me.  It was immediately obvious that both of us were incredibly
turned on; I could practically see the heat waves coming off his body.
My back began to sweat against the leather swing as I watched him
slather a huge handful of coconut oil all over his cock.  He looked at me
with an evil smile and asked, "So, do you like your surprise?"  Words
failed me; I could only return his concupiscent grin.

From the first time we'd fucked, Robert had always been very
understanding and had entered me very slowly, allowing me to get past the
intial pain of penetration.  Not this time. He'd done his homework and my
man-pussy was hung at the exact level of his enormous hard-on.  He put
his cockhead on my doorstep and gave the leg chains a quick jerk, which
thrust his meat into me all the way.  He started fucking me fast right
off the starting gate and I was amazed to discover how the sling
eliminated the pain of entry.  Bob fucked me mercilessly and each thrust
felt like it went deeper.  My hands grabbed the chains hard and as I
watched pre-cum roll down my dick, saturating my pubes, I began
instinctively rocking the sling, pushing my pussy hard up against Bob's
hips.  Soon we'd worked up a rhythm and for the first time in my life, I
noticed that my cock seemed to get harder each time we banged against
each other.  I usually lose my wood while being fucked.  Not this time.

Bob began to sweat profusely, his face, arms and chest becoming flushed
with blood as he pummeled my ass.  Then, barely audible above the noise
we were both making, I heard the faint sound of the doorbell ringing.  I
figured it was probably just Fed-Ex or the USPS dropping off a parcel.
But...not this time.  As Bob continued to fuck me, I heard the sound of
footsteps coming down the stairs.  I saw a demonic smile take over his
face just before he laughed and asked, "How do you like your surprise
now?  I hope you don't mind if I invited a couple of friends over.  I
told them about you and what a cock-slut you are and asked if they'd like
to watch me fuck you senseless."

My mind was reeling.  They were just there to watch, right?  Wrong.  Not
this time.  Robert began fucking me hard again while I watched the
"audience" strip.  One was tall, maybe as tall as me, the other of
average height and, as I was soon to learn, average down below as well.
His pubic area was shaved, possibly to make his equipment look bigger.
As Bob's cock continued to pound my pussy, I rolled my head to the other
side just in time to behold the other guy's huge, hard cock.  He had it
in my mouth in a flash and I choked about halfway down.  Usually I can
handle seven, maybe eight inches in my throat, but Big Johnson (I had
quickly named him) was thick and super hard.  I made up my mind to handle
the situation as best I could.  The other guy (I named him Little Dick)
was on the opposite side of the sling, standing on a low footstool that
had mysteriously appeared.  As Bob's meat banged my butt, Lil' Dick
pulled my head away from Johnson and shoved his cock into my mouth.  I
was hoping to take both their cumloads in my mouth while Bob finished me
off, but...not this time.

Big Johnson Looked at Bob and with a wicked smile asked, "So, is that
pussy loosened up good?  Are you gonna' share?"  Robert was panting hard
by this time and seemed almost relieved to relinquish the steering
wheel.  They switched positions Johnson pushed into me as fast as Bob
had, without even bothering to lube up.  It didn't matter; it felt like
my man-pussy had turned into a real one, dripping, wet and hungry.  As
Johnson entered me, I felt the incredible sensation of receiving the
biggest manmeat that had ever fucked me.  It felt like it was a foot long
and eight inches in diameter as he pumped me like a jackhammer.  Bob's
cock was in my mouth now and I became aware of the fact that I was
squealing while both of my holes were filled.  I guess I'd been howling
from the very beginning, but I'd just then noticed it.  Meanwhile, Little
Dick had taken to jacking off, as the sling made it impossible for me to
take two cocks in my mouth at once.  Suddenly, he pulled my cheek away
from Bob's cock and, leaning as far into the sling as he could, began
shooting hot cum all over my face and chest.

"Niiiice!", said Johnson as he slammed me.  "Now get back to work,
bitch."  I rolled my head back to Bob's side and noticed that he, too,
was now jacking off.  Robert had never cum in my mouth before and had
expressed his disappointment in not being able to deliver.  It didn't
bother me at all, as it was something I never expected anyway.  But...not
this time.  I had my lips wrapped around Bob's cock while my tongue
worked up and down his cockshaft, and I suddenly felt his cock beginning
to pulse uncontrollably.  As a warm river of cum exploded in my mouth I
became aware of the fact that I was jacking off my own, still hard,
cock.  Why hadn't I noticed this before?  Bob's cock continued to unload
in my mouth and I could feel the muscles in my stomach and back begin to
pump wildly.  As Johnson pushed his huge member deep into me, I felt the
cum begin to shoot from my own dick, spewing all over my chest and
stomach.  I felt like I was drenched in cum.  Bob and Lil' Dick had
backed away from the sling and were now watching and encouraging Johnson
like cheerleaders.

I was hoping he would pull out and shower me with cum, too, but...not
this time.  His body began to twitch, he leaned over and placed his hands
over the sticky cum on my helpless chest, and he shoved his enormous meat
deeper inside of me than anybody had ever gone before.  Suddenly his
entire body went stiff and still and I could feel his cock injecting cum
deep into my pussy like a grease gun gone out of control.  It felt like
he didn't stop pumping cum for a minute, probably my imagination
or...maybe not.  He let out a deep breath and slowly pulled his softening
missile out of my silo.  I felt the warm sensation of his cum dripping
out of my fuck-hole and down into my ass crack.  He caught a big glob of
it on his finger before it dropped to the basement floor and stuck it
into my mouth.  Then all three of them began wetting their fingers with
random pools of cum from my face and body and feeding me the last divine
drops of the incredible cum cocktail we'd all created.

After we'd all had time to recover our composure, Bob and his "guests"
walked up the basement steps and closed the door, leaving me helpless,
stuck, limp and covered with whatever cum still glistened on my skin.  I
could hear them laughing upstairs and then in a few minutes, the front
door closed.  I waited breathlessly for Robert to come back down and set
me free, which he did only after letting me writhe in the leather straps
for a few minutes.  When my feet hit the floor it took me some time to
get my legs back.  My ass felt like it was still stuffed with all three
cocks at once and the last remaining drops of my breeding-cum slipped
slowly down my leg.

Robert took my hand and led me up the stairs and into the shower.  The
hot water felt excellent, as did his body as we embraced and kissed
passionately.  When I finally pulled out of his driveway, I realized that
I had missed my class reunion.  Oh well.  Not this time.  No complaints;
I love surprises.