Breeding Davis

 My Playroom—January, 2021

We had chatted on two different hook-up sites over the years.  But timing had always worked against us. In January it clicked.  We had both been keeping pretty much to ourselves with the pandemic. We weighed the risk and decided to meet. 

 Davis and I soon moved to text.  Once he was told I had a playroom, he couldn’t wait to get in the sling.

D:  “I cannot wait to meet you and be fucked by you.”

FP:  “Great.  Are you ok with some piss on your ass as I am rimming?”

D:  “I am game for that.”  And before I could respond:  “I have never done WS, but am open to trying it and anything else that you want to do.”

FP:  “Hot.  We will play it all by what feels good at the moment…as long as we are fucking bare and you take the load.”

D:  “I cannot wait to get naked with you and be fucked by that monster cock of yours.”

He arrived in the early afternoon.  Davis is tall-ish, in his mid 30’s, with dark hair and a happy grin—even after a long drive in the snow.  He went to shower for a check and I took a pitcher of water down to the playroom.

Soon enough we were both in our jocks—with me in boots and Davis in sweat socks…

 

I point to the floor in front of me.  His response is instantaneous.  Davis kneels and begins licking the mounded pouch.  I have worn a new jock, not knowing how he would react to the grungy one.  My cock is soon filling his mouth.  I grab his head and fuck his throat.  I get in at least three strokes before he gags.  I let go and let him recover.  He takes the lead and quickly swallows every inch of me.  He pulls off me—bringing up two strands of deep throat spittle.  I catch them on my hand and smear them all over my dick. 

Again he takes me to the root—holds it—chokes—and comes up for air.  There is a larger amount of spittle.  I catch it in my wet hand and tell him to get on the fuck bench.  I smear his spittle down the crack of his moderately hairy ass.  I slide a wet finger into his warm, fresh from the shower, hole.  He groans—and uncaps his poppers.  I go to my knees—and my tongue makes contact with his pucker just as the popper wave hits him.  He groans—and I poke my tongue as deeply as possible into his ass.  It opens more with each prod.

I spit more gob into his hole

I stand up—and my cock slaps his upturned ass.  The head instinctively disappears into Davis.  He groans again.  I hold still—waiting for his ass to adjust and to let him take another hit.  The moment I hear the cap replaced, I begin a slow fuck of his wet ass.  It is a relentlessly slow in and out.  Making his feel every inch of my hard, thick cock.

“Fuck me,” he groans.  “Fuck me hard.”

I build on the stroke.  My balls are now smacking his ass.  The small room is filled with sounds of wet, sloppy sex.

Just as suddenly I stop.  I pull out and move to his head, hoping he is ready for ass to mouth.  He cranes down from the fuck bench to clean my cock.  “So good,” he hisses.  And takes me fully back into his mouth.

“Get it good and wet.  It’s the only lube I’m gonna use this time.”

I go back to his hole—my cock dripping with fresh spittle.

I plunge into him. His head shoots up.  Our eyes meet in the full length mirror in front of us and I begin a faster pace—giving him maybe three quarters of my length on each stroke.

“Fuck me, sir.  Love…it.  LOVE…IT.”

And his eyes close to concentrate…

*

I take some pictures of the fuck on the bench.  Not great shots with just one hand… as I continue to fuck…

We switch to the sling.  Davis loves the mirror above him.

He watches me relish eating out his well fucked hole.

He loves the feel—and look—of my hot piss hitting his puffy ass lips.  And how it makes me redouble my efforts at slurping it off him. I poke some into his loose hole, too.

I stand up and enter him again.  He raises the popper bottle to uncap it.  My hand touches his.  He looks from the mirror to me.  “Just take it,” I murmur.

He does.  He closes his eyes.  I can see every thrust go across his eyelids.

That makes me fuck him harder.

I kneel and go back to his hole—it is frothy with his own juices and my spit and piss.  I swallow some and make a show of spitting some back into him. 

“Now take a hit,” I tell him.

I continue eating his hole until I hear the cap go back on.  I stand up and slide into him.  I start slowly and build to a chain rattling fuck.  He has floated somewhere other than the sling—in a good way.  He is all about the sensation. 

I finally slow and he returns to the earth—and the sling.

“Fuckkkkk….” He moans.

“You want more piss?”

He groans assent.

I cover his ass again.  And the pouch of his jock, where his half hard dick protrudes from one side.

I lick it off.  Including the piss on his dick.

“I need to load you.  You want my cum?”

He nods.

“Say the words.”  My tone is hard.

“Breed me.”

I enter him.  Our eyes lock on each other.

“Fill my ass with your cum.”

That’s all it takes.

I shoot.  A week’s worth of cum into his hole.

I hold onto the frame and marinate in his ass for a long time.

Only then do I go to my knees and taste all the juices in his butt…