The Playroom Re-opens: Mixing It Up

My Playroom—August, 2017

My house was my own again.  Well, at least for this third week of August.  I had the playroom set up and ready to go within 48 hours of all the summer people leaving.  And I had the first trick walking through the door in less than 24 hours after that.  And I christened it with someone new.

Samuel wrote me right as I was beginning to reclaim the bedroom and put the waterproofing down.  It looked like he was a traveler—and I always like to show that Michigander’s are good hosts.  It turned out that he listed out of state to be more anonymous online.  His profile showed a good looking man ten years younger than me, solidly built with short dark hair.  He told me he had a very submissive side once he started using his poppers.  As we were talking on AssPig, I knew that more than my tongue and cock were going into his ass.

Samuel is right on time.  Early, actually.  But I’m ready.  As I open the door, I notice that he looks like his pictures—always a good first step.  We talk for a second…than he goes to check his cleanout.  Soon he’s upstairs and stripped to a jock.  I am ‘leather light’ on this hot August afternoon—a harness and wrist band.  And a jock.

“You should suck my dick.”   Samuel kneels in front of me.  He takes me into his mouth.  “Wider,” I tell him.  That does the trick.  He has good tongue action—but I can tell that sex for him is all about his ass.  I stop him and tell him to get up on the fuck bench.  It’s my turn to kneel.  It feels good to let my knees settle into the padded squares under the equipment.  The bench has spread his meaty, hairy cheeks nicely.  I dive in.  He groans and I hear the popper bottle open.  I eat and stroke myself to full hardness.    His ass opens—is it my tongue or the poppers?  I dig in and leave a nice trail of spittle in his hole.  I stand up and smear my cock head on his wet, dilated pucker.  He groans as he realizes it’s my precum that he’s feeling now on his hole.  I sink back to my knees and drill it in deep with my tongue.

It’s time to fuck.  I stand and slap his hole.  He senses what’s coming and this time I hear the aerosol spray as he fills a corner of a bandana with Maximum Impact.  I push in.  He’s an easy entry.  His hole is relaxed.  The MI is making him babble about being a pig and for me to use him as I see fit.

I fuck him hard.  His hole just keeps opening.  I grab the egg-headed dildo, grease it and shove it deep into him. He yelps and tells me to use him.  I pull down on the base of the toy and my cock head pushes in.  It slides perfectly along the slender, ribbed column until I bottom out.  “You’re double stuffed now,” I grunt out.  His only answer is to open the popper bottle again.

I pull out.  I pull the toy out.  His hole is puffy and stays open.  I direct a stream of pale piss at it from my hard cock.  He gasps appreciatively.  I let some fill him but make most of it coat his ass cheeks.  I fall to my knees and clean him up.  The piss is very clear and tasty.  I stand back up and re-enter him roughly.  Samuel grunts and the spray can goes off again.

*****

He’s in the sling.  I have fucked him there.  I have cranked him open with the speculum.  I have held the hand mirror up so he can see the spread of his hole and the delicious pinkness of the interior.  I have fucked him with the speculum in place. I have used the big butt plug on him.  And the tiered plug that reminds me of a kinky Christmas tree. All assisted by one inhalant or the other.

I insert the big plug back up his hole.  I go to the bureau and find my tit forceps. I lean across him and wet his nipples with my mouth.  I clip the blue plastic on his right nipple.  He groans in the back of his throat.  I do the same for the left.

I work the plug out.  I piss his crack and balls one more time. And settle down for some handballing.  I start with a lateral stretch—both sets of fingers pulling left and right.   My left hand goes in easily as he inhales poppers.  My right replaces it.  Again and again.

I turn my hands upside down and enter him with my thumbs down.  Left and right. 

I work my left in again.  I stand.  Rampant.  I really want to insert my cock in with my fist.  I tell him so.  He closes the popper bottle and nods that he’s ready.  As my cock head pokes alongside the underside of my wrist, he signals me to stop for a moment.  He decides to huff MI as well.  “Use me, Sir. Jerk off…inside me.  Make me...”

His words turn to a mumbled mush.  Then silence.  He’s gone.  Shit.  I pull out.  I can see he’s breathing, but he is not responding to me at all—either verbal or physical.  I have seen this once before when guys mix poppers and Maximum Impact.  I slap his face.

Slowly he returns from being totally frozen in place.  I tell him what happened.  I let him lie there until he feels back to normal. 

Some water. 

Eventually I work a hand back in him.  This gets my dick hard enough to finally go back up him.  But I don’t try for the two together.

I simply fuck him and breed him as he tells me that he feels likes such a slut.

He gets out of the sling.  He stands looking down at the space he’s just left.  He grabs a towel off the frame and jerks off into it as I twist his nipples from behind…

*****

He sent me a text after he left:  “Wow, wow, wow.  Thank you sir.  That was amazing. I loved that.  I hope you had fun…”

I certainly didn’t have a bad time.  Just a scary moment or two. 

And definitely an appreciation of my other men who don’t need artificial enhancers to let me into their bodies…