A Night of Firsts

My Playroom—September, 2012

The house was mine again.  Within 24 hours of my return from Canada, the playroom, which had been packed and stored under my bed, was in the process of being set back up.  While I got the sling stand pieced together, I left the hook up sites on to see if I could luck into some playtime.  Almost instantly BBRT flashed.  A young man from a big gay city was visiting his parents who lived close by to my tiny town.  We talked—he didn’t need any fetish work.  Even the sling scared, but intrigued him. (I didn’t mention the rimseat).  He wanted to be fucked bare, but made some comment that sounded like he didn’t want my load shot in him.  

Then he opened his pics.  He was adorable--short, early 30’s, with shaggy dark hair.  His body was toned.  His ass was amazingly full for such a thin young man.  His wire rimmed glasses made him look rather bookish.  His smile for the camera was terrific.   I gave him the address and went back to work on the upstairs bedroom’s transformation. 

He stands in front of me, all but shivering, though it’s a warm September evening.  Blaine’s left a dark blue jock on, that outlines his magnificent bubble butt.  He has a nice piece of meat swelling under the cloth pouch.  I am naked but for boots.  No piss stained jock for this boy.  We kiss.  We are both hungry for what the other can give.  He sinks to his knees and takes my lengthening dick in his mouth.  I smile.  He knows what to do—he can take it deep with no teeth.  His tongue is working overtime.

Eventually, I pull him up.  We kiss again.  I sink to my knees and surprise him by taking his cock deep in my mouth.  He is a copious precummer.  My mouth is full of it.  I get up and get him to the bed.

“Get on all fours so I can taste your ass.”  He does.  My tongue swabs his hole, pushing the precum I’ve collected up it. 

“No one,” he stutters, “no one has eaten me out so deep.”  Then he grunts and purrs as I lick and swallow.  His hole opens easily.  I add a finger—still licking.  I’m grunting myself now as I try to get ever deeper into him.  I can pull his cock back and lick it and suck it again for a moment, before I go back to his hole.

He’s ready.  I stand.  I start to insert. 

“Oh, God,” he grunts. 

I stop and hold.

“Fuck me.  I want you deep in me.”

I fuck all the way in.  He has a grasping hole.  He milks me effortlessly.  This is a terrifically talented young man.  I fuck with long, even strokes.  I pull out reluctantly and bend to taste his hole again. 

“Oh, geez….”  His breath is short and raspy. 

Eventually I stop eating his wet hole and flop down on the bed.  We kiss—he hesitates for a moment, knowing his ass is on my tongue.  My hand on the back of his head, gently brings his mouth to mine.  He tastes my tongue—and relaxes—my mouth is delicious, fresh from his hole.  I press him down.  He hesitates again, but then takes my cock into his mouth.  Suddenly he is sucking it ravenously.  He can’t get enough of how it tastes.

“Time for something new,” I tell him.  “Will you sit on the rimseat?”

“Sure.”  The hesitation is barely there.  I get under and lower the lid.  He sits gingerly.  My tongue invades.  “GOD, he pants.  “I thought you were deep before…”  He stops and just revels in the experience.  His ass is producing lube like crazy.  It feels like I’ve already loaded him, it is just dripping out onto my tongue.  I lick and swirl my tongue deep into him. I stop when I think I might actually cum if I eat him out anymore.

We lie on the bed.  “Well, how was that for something new?”

“Oh, man—you’d already done that.  I’d never done ass to mouth.  But it’s great.” 

I hug him and nod. 

Soon he’s riding me.

Then without my asking, he moves up to sit on my face.  A quick learner.  His bubble butt is so full, it actually seals over my nose and mouth—I can’t get a breath of air.  I rim until I feel faint. I tap his thighs, and he gets off as I heave deep taking oxygen back into my lungs.  He kisses me eagerly.

“Ok,” I say, “it’s sling time.”

He pulls himself up by the chains, leans back and is about 6 inches too far back from the edge.  I adjust him into place and get his feet in the stirrups. I am lined up perfectly with his wet hole.  I slip right in.

“Oh, wow….”  He’s sold on the sling instantly.  “I’m floating right onto your cock.”

I grin.  And fuck.  Hard.  My thin hips smack his full ass filling the room with sound.

I fuck. 

I rim. 

Blaine looks up.  “That’s a mirror?”  I nod. “Give me my glasses so I can see your cock go in me.”  I do.  “Oh, wow.”  He’s back to looking 18 and adorable. 

I fuck. 

I rim. 

I lean across him and kiss him.    

“Where do you want my load?”

Blaine suddenly looks stricken.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” I tell him.

He pulls my hand so I lean across him again.

“I used to play totally safe,” he says in a measured but faraway voice. “I was stealthed by this guy.  It’s the only time I’ve ever taken a load and it…” He leaves it unfinished.  “But I’m undetectable now—like I told you.”

“I don’t have to,” I murmur.

“No.  I want you to.”

I stand back up.  “Sure?”

“Yeah,” he nods.  “Breed me.”

I start to fuck in earnest.

I build to a full pounding, chain rattling fuck. 

“Shit!”  he’s shooting—a spurt landing just shy of his chin.

Seeing him cum flips my switch.

“Argh.”  I cum noisily.

“Oh, my God….I can feel you shoot.”

He is tearing up.  In  happiness.  I collapse on his chest.  My mouth near his.  We kiss and just stay joined together for as long as we possibly can…