"469 Charlotte Street"
Chapter 9
I knew that Dwight was dying to fuck me in the sling, so I figured it was time to take my medicine like a man, so to speak. So I headed toward the play area.
Amazingly, no one was there. But seconds after I arrived, Dwight came in behind me. His muscles glistened in the dim light.
"You ready for it?" he asked. "You ready to fuck me with that big ol' dick?"
"Me fuck you?" I asked incredulously. "I thought you wanted to fuck me."
"That will work too," he said. "But first I want some of that big meat." And with that he dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock back to hardness. His mouth was soft and warm, and he clearly had experience in this area. My cock began to respond as he licked and kissed the head, and the sensitive spot underneath. He used one hand to steady himself and with the other he stroked the shaft of my dick.
He was really into my cock, and sucked it expertly for about five minutes. Then he rose, grabbed a tube of lube off the floor, and began to climb into the sling. When he was in position he reached down and lubbed up his asshole.
"Come on, man," he said. "Give it to me."
I stepped forward, grabbed my cock and pressed it against his tiny hole. With the lube it slid in easily, but he still gasped and winced as the width of my dick entered his ass. He was tight as a dream, but I was intent on burying the length of my long, thick manhood as far as it would go.
Dwight let out a low, animalistic growl. "Oh fuck ... yeah!"
I slowly began to withdraw until my dick had almost come out completely, then repeated my ball-deep entry. I slowly began stroking in and out, picking up speed ever so slowly. I was intent on giving this former professional athlete the fucking he was expecting. It was a bit mind-blowing. I enjoyed watching pro football and could even remember games where Dwight was playing. Now I was fucking him in the ass. Only in America.
He was groaning as I plowed in and out with long, deliberate strokes, his head was rolling from side to side, and he wrapped his hands around the straps of the sling to try and brace himself against my pounding. It felt great to me as well. We were both sweating and grunting.
A crowd was beginning to form around us as people drifted back in to the area. Sarah and Gina were standing side by side, both with interested expressions on their faces as they watched me fuck Dwight. Clay arrived and began stroking his cock.
It was a pretty hot scene for the bystanders. A hard-bodied ex-NFL player suspended from the ceiling, his legs splayed out, while I steadily pounded my large cock into his very eager ass.
My strokes were becoming less deliberate and quicker as I became aroused. I was fucking his ass hard, and I could feel an orgasm brewing in the bottom of my balls.
"I'm gonna cum," I gasped.
"Yeah," Dwight said. "Do it."
I pulled my dick out and stroked it just a couple of times before it shot ropes of think white cum across Dwight's balls and cock. It was almost painful it was so intense. I slumped against his leg and the sling.
"You ready to switch places or you need a minute?" he asked.
Oh yeah. He wanted to fuck me. I'd almost forgotten. Actually the tought of laying down for a while sounded pretty good.
"I'm ready," I answered.
Dwight popped up quickly, his big dick standing out steel hard in front of him, shiny and wet. He rubbed some of my cum into his dark skin. It was large, as big as anything I'd ever taken, but hey, my job was now to make the clients happy. So I scrambled into the sling.
Now there were probably 10 people standing around watching, including Robin, who had a big smile on her face. When I made eye contact with her, her eyes grew wide, as if to say "are you really ready for this?" Then she winked to let me know she was pleased with me.
Dwight again reached for the lube and squeezed a bit onto my hole. Then he finger-fucked me for a few seconds, his warm finger in contract to the coolness of the lube. Without comment he entered me. He was big, and not nearly as slow and gentle as I had been to him. He simply shoved his dick into me with one strong thrust. Then he went to work with deep, hard strokes.
There was pain mixed with the pleasure. He wasn't being cruel, but he was clearly a strong athlete who was used to being aggressive, even when fucking. As he pounded away at my very tight ass my only hope was that he would be so turned on that he would not last long.
I was right. He began breathing hard and pumping even faster and then suddenly pulled out and erupted. He milked it for the audience, most of whom reacted with shouts of approval. Then Dwight reinserted his sticky cock into me and stroked slowly this time until his dick has softened. He slapped me on the ass like I was a teammate.
"Thanks, man, that was great," he said.
Guess I'd just taken one for the team.