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Fucking My Fist Inside S J

 My Playroom—March, 2026

 

The man I had called Sawyer (and Fist Guy when I first met him while having group sex) had wanted to come to the playroom around the time I had the flu.  He understood the need to wait.  We both wanted me in top form when we met.  As I improved, we set a date near the middle of March.

In the meantime, we emailed each other.  He’d found the blog (not a hard thing to do as it’s listed on two or three of my hook-up site profiles.)  He wondered about his blog name.  I told him I create a name for a least a modicum of anonymity.  He was mock incensed.  He had always used his name or initials in profiles, for online postings. 

So, to that end, Sawyer will now be S J… 

 

He looks great, stripping down, tossing clothes in the chair.  I sit on the flattened fuck bench.  He comes over, naked but for socks (as the cement floor is cool to cold) and kneels in front of me.  My cock is quickly out of the pouch and in his mouth.  I close my eyes and let his tongue do anything it wants to me.  He licks my shaft, my balls and my drooling cockhead.  He deep throats me again and again.

It’s too much.  I need to taste his hole.  I have him get up on all fours on the bench.  I kneel and lick down his ass crack.  The first time, I just go right on over his hole and keep licking downward.  Then I come back up—and this time I zero in on his pucker.  He groans as I batter it with my tongue.  He opens easily and my tongue goes deeper and deeper.  His hole is begging to get fucked—and I can’t wait.

I stand, my cock glistening with coconut oil.  I slip into him.  I mean to stop two thirds of the way in—but his ass just swallows me up.  Every inch is in S J’s hot hole.  I pause, the briefest of moments and begin a slow fuck.  Really opening his ass.  Coating it with the first layer of lube—and making him start to produce his own hot ass jizz.  I build rapidly.  I am fucking fast and deep.  My left boot goes up on the bench—and my cock goes into him even deeper.  S J groans.  I keep drilling.

His hole has opened fast, as is the case with many guys who love fist.  I pull out and grease up the egg headed dildo.  It slides into his hole and my cock is right on top of it.  Perfect.  His ass feels just like it did when I started.  I fuck him for some time before I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cleans me up, relishing the taste of his own hole.  I fuck him again, this time with the dildo on top of my cock.  It’s not as comfortable, so I slip out and reverse it so the toy is under my cock once more.

I pull the dildo out and grease up the stainless-steel oval head of the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  The coconut oil glints in the reddish light from the fixture above us.  I slide it in.  S J groans.  It’s still cool to the touch.  It heats up quickly in his hot ass.  My cock goes into him, too, right along the smooth, thin shaft.  I love it as a DP toy.  I love how my cockhead smashes into the head of it, pushing it ever deeper into S J’s willing hole.  I fuck him like this for a long time—but with frequent breaks for some ass to mouth action.  His saliva mixes with the coconut oil making a fabulously slippery lube.

We move to the sling.  I eat his wet hole.  I fuck it.  I go get the clear dildo with the black handle and slip it inside him.  He loves how full he feels with it.  But I know that he really wants fist—the toys are just a good change of pace. 

I begin greasing up my left hand.  My fingers, first two, then three, are inside him.  I grease my right now, too.  Three fingers of one hand slip in, slide out and three fingers from the other hand take their place.  Back and forth.  Now, all six go in, knuckles together and palms out.  I do a stretch.  Opening him ever more.

I regrease.  My left hand works into him.  All of it.  His ass lips clamping down on my wrist.  I stand up and my rock-hard cock slides down my wrist and enters his hole.  My cock head crosses my palm and the head goes through my fingers inside him.  I fuck this way for some time, pull out and slide in once more.

I grease up the right hand.  It takes slightly longer to get into him with my dominant hand.  I do the same thing with my cock—adding it to my fist inside him.  It is not quite as comfortable a fit, so I go back to my left and do it all again.

I kneel.  I do some more ass stretches.  Now I alternate hands.  First the left slips in, turn slightly and pulls out, followed by the entrance of the right.  Back and forth.  It makes S J pant.

I give my hands a break and grab the Seahorse, the curved toy with lots of ridges.  It must feel incredibly different after me.   He likes the curve going up—but he LOVES the curve going down.  His moans make my cock hard.  I pull the toy out and fuck him again.

I do alternate hands once more.

Now my left and my cock.

Again, to vary things, I grab the Sex Machine, the toy that looks like a dick cut off a robot.  S J pants with this one.  He takes maybe two thirds of it.  Poppers come out.  He takes more.  And more.  This mammoth toy is not quite buried in him, but damn close.

We take a rest.

When he’s back in the sling.  I work the swollen lips of his ass with my tongue.  I get very hard as I suckle on them. 

I fuck him. 

I work my left hand into him.

I re-visit most of the same toys once more.

I wipe up the excess Crisco and eat his hole once again.  My cock hardens up.  I slip into his abused ass.  He grins at me, nodding, knowing what I’m about to do. 

“Do it, Daddy.  This ass is yours…”

I slide in. 

I love the feel of his puffy hole…

A Slight Delay

 

I love to write in the mornings.  I seem more focused at the top of my day, as I sit here with my second cup of tea.  But today’s post is going to be delayed.  I have a full morning of ‘life’ stuff that needs to get done.  I should have a post for you around 3:00pm EST if you want to check back.

 

Something to tide you over….

Unexpected Expertise

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Jack Gets Wet

 My Playroom—March, 2026

 

Jack, the man who been a regular at the bookstore and in my playroom a few years ago, was back in area.  We had a great re-match. (Jack Returns to the Playroom).  As we were walking upstairs, he reminded me he loved piss during our play.  I apologized that I’d run out of time that day to hydrate properly, but would the next time we met.

I got a text from him a few weeks later.  We set up a time.  On the day, I began hydrating the moment I sat down to type my morning blog post.  He arrived that afternoon—and I was ready…

 

I go downstairs with Jack and watch him strip off.  He looks great.  His head is shaved.  He’s hairy, right where you want him to be.  Nicely muscled from work and not the gym.

I sit on the flattened fuckbench, kneading the mound in my jock pouch.  Once he’s naked (but for socks with my cold floor) he kneels and buries his face in the fragrant jock.  He murmurs his appreciation before he begins to lick the fabric.  My cock fully erects, poking out of the side of the yellow jock.  He slowly licks up the shaft before swallowing me down.  He deep throats me with ease, making my cock drool.  I let him get me good and wet, but I can’t wait to eat his ass.

“Let’s trade places.”

He gets on the bench, on all fours, and I kneel on the padded floor.  I bury my face in his ass crack.  He groans.  I moan—and begin to lick his tortured pucker.  His hole loosens slowly, and that’s just fine, as I’m in no hurry.  I am right where I want to be.  I burrow into him, leaving his hole very wet.

I stand up.  My coconut oiled cock pushes into him for the first time today.  He moans—his eyes riveted to the mirror on the side wall that lets him see my anal attack.  I fuck him slowly, relentlessly building up speed.  My hips are now slamming into his hairy ass.

I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He devours me.  He loves ass to mouth.  I tell him to lick every inch of me—and he does.  I go back and slip it into him again.  I pound him hard and once more take my wet dick to his all but drooling mouth.  He cleans me.  Thoroughly.  Even my wet balls.

I go back to his ass and kneel.  I begin licking his freshly fucked hole.  He groans.  I moan into his crack.  My tongue goes deeper now, after the fucking.  I want to stay there, licking and spitting, but my cock tells me to fuck.  I stand up and plow him once again.

I stop, let him clean my cock and go to take a sip of my hot tea.  My eye catches the spreader bar under the sling.

“Sit up,” I tell him, unbuckling an ankle restraint from the sling chain.  I buckle it on his right ankle.  I get the other one and do the left.  I connect the bar between the two.  Jack knows just how to roll back, taking the spreader bar from my hands and holding it close to his chest, tilting his ass up, all while begging for my cock.  He gets it.  I push in and hold the bar with him.  I fuck him.  I love how helpless he looks.  It makes me fuck him harder yet.

I pull out.  He turns his head slightly so he can taste me.  I don’t stand still this time.  I fuck his face.  Then it’s back to his ass for a lazy, slow fuck that makes him beg for me to be harder.  I oblige.  I pull out once again and let him taste the mix of his ass jizz, my precum, and coconut oil.  I let him clean every inch of me.  I pull out.  He expects me to return to fuck him once again.  I don’t.  I sit on his face.  I am in a slightly uncomfortable squat—but I don’t care.  He is going crazy on my ass crack and hole.  I let him get me good and wet.  I try not to jerk as he does it, but I can’t help myself.  Finally, I stand and fuck him once more.  Another cleaning…and we move to the sling.

I eat his well-fucked hole.  He is really open now.  I love the taste of him.  But I also want him to taste more of me.  I stand up and give him a quick blast of piss.  It cascades from his balls on down to his ass crack.  I poke some into his butt.   He squirms.  I cut off the stream and kneel.  I lick him clean—starting with his dripping testicles, down his hairy crack and into his hole.  I am rock hard as I lap it all up.

I stand and fuck him.  His eyes find the mirror above him.  He loves watching my cock slice into him.  I fuck.  I eat his hole.  I fuck and let him clean my cock.  I drink more tea to keep the juices flowing.

I make an announcement. “I want you to eat my ass.”  We trade places in the sling.  I hook the stirrups around my knees and fasten them to the D rings of the sling behind me.  It tilts my ass up so he can go deep.  He loves to eat ass.  And it shows.  He can’t get enough.  I let him pleasure me for a long time.  Then I ask for him to lick my balls.  He does.  The moment his tongue touches them, I begin to piss.  It is a perfect piss fountain.  It rains down on my balls and sluices down my ass crack.  He dives hungrily for it.  His tongue is everywhere, catching every available drop.  My ass cheeks are coated with piss—and he licks me clean.

“Kiss me.”

He stops and rises.  We have a long kiss—exchanging the incredible flavors of our sex…

*

The rimseat comes out.  I go under and eat his hole.  His ass lips are wonderfully puffy.  “I want you on this,” he mumbles as I lick him out.

We exchange places.  He eats my hole with an amazing ferocity.  Then I stand up.  He is still wearing the ankle restraints as he lies on the mat under the rimseat.  I hook up the spreader bar again, pull his legs up until he can grab them.  It puts his ass in the right position.  I fuck him.  Silently wishing another man was here, so he’d have an ass to eat while I fucked him.  It’s a hot, but slightly awkward position.  I pull out and sit back down on the seat.  He rims me again—with the same enthusiasm as the very first time.

He stops.  “I need to piss,” he says, “and I want to cover your ass.”

I get up and unsnap the spreader bar I’ve left on him.  I get in the sling.  He stands, but can’t get the piss going.  I suggest he take a sip of water from the pitcher I have on the file cabinet.  He does.  It does the trick.  It starts as a small flow covering my balls; and then its a cascade of hot liquid down my ass crack.  The moment he’s done, he is on his knees, licking me clean.  I take a hit of poppers and just let him do what he loves…

When I come back to earth, I am so ready to breed.  We change places.  My tongue works his tortured hole.  It makes my cock so hard to take his swollen ass lips into my mouth.  But I need to cum.  I stand up.  I slide into his hole for the gazzillionth time that day.  I am so close.  I begin to fuck.

“Give it to me!”

I speed up.

“You know I want your cum…”

And, man, do I want to give it to him.  My balls ache.  “Fuck…” I mumble.

I do another taste of his ruined hole—and that does it.  I stand back up, slide in and explode.  Giving him every drop in my balls…

*

And to cap it off—he gave me a fabulous massage on the bed.  My shoulders and lower back hadn’t felt so good in weeks!

Two Short Scenes

 Today you have two entries.  Both were short.  Only one was sweet.

 

Near Home—February, 2026

The very next day after my marathon of cocksucking detailed in the last post, I went back to the bookstore.  It was the last day of February, bitterly cold and a Saturday night…

 

The room is alive with sexual tension.  I can feel it as I sit down.  There are five other men here.  No overt action, but lots of kneading and eyeing of the others around them.  I take out my cock.  A good-looking guy in his 40’s all but licks his lips.  He nods to me.  I nod back, taking my hand off my dick so he can see all of it.

He nods again.  Just as he’s getting up, the door opens.  A heterosexual couple enters.  He looks like he works in construction.  She is full figured.  Both are in their late 30’s.  They sit along the side wall so they can see both screens.

The air goes out of the room.  The guy salivating over my cock gets up and leaves.  Other men adjust their viewing—all now looking only at the straight screen.  I find this amusing as the straight guy is watching the gay porn more than the straight.  He occasionally touches the women he brought through her clothes.  She barely responds.

The men who were here before my arrival begin to leave one by one.  Soon I am left alone with the couple.

Road Worker comes in.  He sits on the opposite side of the straight couple.  He pulls out his dick and strokes, looking right at her.  She ignores him.  Her partner suggests something in a whisper to her. 

“It’s too cold,” is her reply.  Moments later they are out the door.

Road Worker gets up and moves to the dark corner where he loves to get fucked.  “Rape me,” he mutters as he passes by me.

He strips off his pants.  He sits in the chair and his legs go straight up in the air, exposing his hot ass.  I go over, greasing my dick as I go.  I slide in.  I fuck him a few strokes, kneeling on the floor.  I tilt his legs back, bringing his ass to a better angle.  I increase the speed of the thrusts.

“Yeah…” he groans.

And shoots all over himself.

I am nowhere close to getting off.

No one else shows up in the 45 minutes I wait and stroke…thinking of all the things that could have happened…

*

My Playroom—March, 2026

Kieran, married guy, wanted to come over.  I finally took the bull by the horns and explained that his cleanout needed to be a little more thorough.  He took it well.  It was now three days after the blue balling of Saturday night….

 

Kieran sits, naked, on the bed.  Well, he has his socks on as the floor is cold, though the space heater has made the room nice and warm.  I stand in front of him.  He nuzzles the well stained jock, enjoying it’s fragrance.  He uses his teeth to pull it aside.  His amazing mouth covers my dick.  His tongue begins to work on me.  I sigh and close my eyes.

I just let him do whatever feels right.  Head.  Slit.  Balls.  Shaft.  He leaves them all wet, every nerve tingling.  I fuck his face for a moment, before deciding I want more.

I lay down on the bed.  Kieran’s mouth is all over my ball sack.  He lifts them and licks down my perineum.  I moan, instructing him to lick my cock ring.  He does.  Over and over.  Making me squirm.

Now he does everything he’s already done to my dick once more.  My cockhead is drooling like crazy.  He laps it up and murmurs his appreciation.  Then he does it all again.

We move directly to the sling, skipping the fuck bench as he has bad knees.  Once he’s in place, I lick his balls and down his taint to his asshole.  I don’t spend long there.  I need to fuck…

I stand up and slide in.  His hole feels great and is very responsive to my thrusts today.  I pull out.  He’s spotless.  Now I go to my knees and devour his hole.  He groans.  I fuck him again.  Slow.  Long strokes.  Then I stand still and pull the sling onto my hard cock—and push it back off.  Over and over.  Kieran groans.

I eat his hole again.

I stand up and fuck once more.  I’m ready to shoot.  Surprised, I just go with it.  I plow into him.  Hard.  And leave his hole very wet with a four-day load…

A Warm Winter Day Brings Out the Men

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