Breaking the Bed

 My Playroom—November, 2020

There is only one other play session in November of last year…

I have known Matt for years.  We first fucked at CLAW, the leather weekend in Cleveland, six or so years ago.  I have stumbled on him at IML and an occasional Cum Union.  And just before things shut down, he was at the monthly orgy up north of me.  (The link to that great group is here.)

Matt wanted to come see the new playroom.  He told me he had been very good in staying isolated and was in real need of a good fucking.  We talked scheduling and agreed on a time right at the end of the month.

 

Matt looks great in his jock—all yellow and black.  He is shorter than I am, compact and a good deal younger.    The moment he is downstairs, he is on his knees.  He gets my cock hard just from my looking at him there.  I let him suck me at his own speed, before grabbing his head and fucking his face.

He groans—but never gags.

I let him go and he pulls off me, holding my dick by the base, looking at it.  Then he spits on it and takes me to the root again. 

Once again he pulls off me and spins around, crawling up onto the bed.  His butt goes up in the air as he hunkers down on all fours, presenting me that hot hole.  I go to my knees and eat him out.  I shove countless gobs of spit up his (currently) tight pucker.

I stand and slip inside him.  I don’t wait—I just start fucking.  Matt’s head snaps up.  His eyes go right to the mirror behind the bed—watching himself getting railed.  He begins to push back on my invading cock.  Hard.  He is slamming himself against me.

And literally, the caster on the bed snaps off.  The corner we are on sinks to the floor. 

We are fine—no one is hurt.  We simple move to the fuck bench.  And I snap the first picture of his slightly used hole.

And my cock in it.

I fuck him just as hard here…and he can push back with abandon. 

I finally let him clean my cock off with his tongue.

And fuck him again.

We move to the sling.  It never ceases to amaze me how different a man on his back feels than on all fours. 

I fuck.  He groans—and does a hit of poppers.  His asshole blossoms open and I fuck harder.

I rim his now wet pucker. 

I fuck him once again.

“Can I put a load up you?”

“Already?” he asks.

“No, a frozen one.”

He is excited—I go up to the freezer and pull out a knotted shut condom with a very large cum load frozen in it.

I take it down, cut off the knot and slip the hunk of cum into his hole.  He grimaces as the cold nugget goes in, but then his smile returns as I kneel and my tongue snakes out, licking up the slimy trail the devil’s dick has left.

I lick.  And finally I add my cock into his hole.  I can feel it.  The hard, cold cum is right under my cock head.  And melting.  I can hear the squish of my cock fucking in my own jizz. 

I pull out—and bring my cock to his mouth.  He squirms around so he can lick my baby batter off my dick head. 

It makes me hungry to taste it myself.

We pull out the rimseat and the mat.  I lay down.  Matt sits on the seat.  His ass winks open and a drip of cum lands on my waiting tongue.  I lick his puffy ass lips and then drill into his hole for more.  I am rewarded with a few drops. 

Then the remains of the frozen chunk falls into my mouth.  I work it back up into him.  Matt stands and moves to sit on my cock.  He’s lowers himself onto me and pushes the chunk of jizz deeper into him. 

He’s in control.  I can only lie there and let him pleasure himself.

He grunts and groans.

Without any prompting from me, he suddenly stands and sit back down on my face.

The cum has melted.  I am treated to a veritable cum-fall of jizz pouring out of his open hole.

I stop stroking, afraid, I’ll shoot.

After swallowing every drop I can find, we go back to the sling.

It’s time to breed…and we both know it.

I sink into his juicy butt.

Matt takes a hit—and I pick up the speed once the cap is back on.

And suddenly I am there…I’m over the edge. 

I load him this time with hot cum…