"Like I'm In Some Damn Porn Flick..."

 My Playroom—July, 2023

I had a lot of sex in early July.  It reminded me of what I was like a couple of decades ago.  The very next day, after my breeding the young man in his apartment, I got a text from the bearded guy who had gotten me off in the bookstore.  We had exchanged numbers as we left that day.  (If you want a refresher, he appears in “DoYou Think I Can Take It?”)

Kieran was eager.  He loved oral sex, but he really wanted to feel me go up his ass after he had sat next to me, jerking to the anal sex I’d had with another man right in front of him.  He was married, I knew, and had very specific days he could meet.  He came to the playroom right after lunch, so he could have as much time as possible with me…

 

I am already in boots and jock, covered by my robe, as I answer the door.  We go right downstairs.  Kieran is impressed with the playroom.  “I’ve never seen anything like it,” he says as he starts to strip.  I toss my robe on the door knob and sit on the bed.  “Damn, there are mirrors everywhere,” he continues as he removes his boxers.  His cock is hard and ready.  Kieran is likely 5 to 10 years younger than myself.  He is built thick and stocky.  The hair on his head is cropped short, but his beard is luxurious and long. 

He comes over to the bed.  I spread my legs, giving him room to lie between them.  (I remember him telling me at the bookstore his knees are bad.)  His mouth envelops my cock.  He takes me to the root, almost immediately.  His beard brushes my balls.  It’s almost like having two men on me at the same time.  My cock begins drooling out precum.  Kieran noisily laps it up, savoring the taste.

“Lick my balls.” 

He grunts an affirmative—but stays on my cock for a few more moments.  Then that constantly moving tongue snakes it’s way down my shaft and begins to wet each hairy orb.  He licks them.  He carefully takes one a time into his mouth.  This makes me moan.  And this causes his tongue to work even harder.  I really want to lick his ass—and I tell him so.

“Where do you want me?”

“I think the bench will be easiest,” I suggest.  He has never been on a fuck bench.  It takes a moment for me to help him get his legs in the right position to get his ass lower.  He relaxes the moment I’m done.  The position suddenly feels right—and his ass is at it’s most vulnerable.  I kneel and dig in.  This is new for us.  My tongue and the idea that he is on a piece of furniture that is designed for sex is making him really excited.  His cock is rock hard and sticking straight down to the mat and towel under the bench.  A steady stream of precum is dripping from it.  I catch some with my fingers and smear it on his hole—only to lick it up.

Kieran moans.  “You are making me feel so good.  Like I’m in some damn porn flick.”

I grin—but he can’t possibly tell as my face is still plastered in his ass crack.  It is not a virgin hole—but certainly not one that gets a lot of use.  I work diligently to get it relaxed and slightly open.  Finally, I stand up.

“Give me your cock.”

The head pops in.  I stop.  He pants.  I could wish he was a poppers guy—they would be useful right now.  I pull out, lick his some more and go back in.  I now have half my dick in him.  I pause again.  He pants.  I inch in a little more.  And a little more.  I pull out again, re-lube and push into him.  He has all of me now, but for the last inch.  I begin a slow fuck, and Kieran begins to groan.  Loudly.

“Sorry, can anybody hear me?”

I assure him the woman in the other half of my duplex is slightly deaf and never goes into her basement.  His moans fill the room as I fuck him for the first time.  I plow in and out for a good five minutes, but never get that last inch into him.

I pull out and bring him my cock to suck.  He has that moment of hesitation, but the latent pig in him wins. He tastes me tentatively.  And then ravenously.  “I taste really good,” he says in wonder, after I pull out of his mouth.

“You do.  Why do you think I spend so much time down there?”

I move back to his ass.

“Would you take a picture of your cock in me?”

I grab the camera.  I snap one for him.  And my readers.

I fuck again.

He cleans me up.

And I suggest we should get him off his knees, though he tells me the padded bench caused no pain at all.

We move to the sling.  This is new, too.  I have the sling high, so he has to jump slightly to get onto it.  We manage and he relaxes.  Totally.  I rim his now open hole.  I stand up—and sink every inch of my engorged dicke into him.  He groans as I tell him he finally has all of me.  His eyes go back and forth from being tightly closed—and concentrating on my cock reaming into him—to wide open and watching it split him in two in the mirror above him.

I take a rest break and use the smallest butt plug on his now open hole.  He relaxes even more.  When I go back to me—I can finally fuck him hard and fast—with him begging for it.

We break on the bed.  “I want to taste my ass on your cock again.”  He greedily devours me.  I love the expression on his face as he does something he never thought of doing before—and getting so much pleasure out of it.

To change things up, I suck his still hard cock for a moment.  But he is too excited for me to do much—and doesn’t want to cum.  Yet.

We go back to the sling.  “I want to see your face when I shoot in you,” I tell him.  He agrees.

I rim him for a bit.  This gets me very close.  I can hear him jerking his cock.  I stand up and slide in.

“I want you to breed me,” he pants.  “Not many men have…”

I increase the tempo of my thrusts. 

“Do it,” he groans, egging me on.

“Take it,” I grunt out.  “Take my load…”

And it’s there, firing deep inside of him.  His hand stops for a second to concentrate on me and his ass.  But then he is jerking again—desperate to get off with me still inside him.  As if I was going anywhere until he shoots all over himself…