"Just Use Me..."

 My Playroom—May, 2021

“I need you to open up my hole.”

Maybe it wasn’t Stuart’s first sentence.  He might have said “Hi” before that.

I am not sure which hook up site we were on, but likely AssPig.  He had taken a hand before, but not for a very long time.  The guy was in his 30’s and big, but not sloppy.  A true bear.  Hair everywhere.  The picture he opened showed a hairy ass I knew I would love to get lost in.

We arranged a date.  Which he cancelled.  But correctly.  We set another time and he drove a very long way to end up on my fuck bench…

 

I come into the playroom.  I am so used to finding men kneeling there, ready to suck.  But Stuart knows what he wants.  He is on the fuck bench.  I kneel behind the hairiest ass I’ve had in ages.  My tongue hits his pucker.  He is tight.  I begin to tongue drill him.  He flowers open easily.  I use a finger to work the saliva in deeper.  And some coconut oil.

“Fuck me.” 

I go back to rimming and finger fucking his ass.  Stuart begins to pant.  I stand up.  His head snaps up off the bench to look at me in the full length mirror in front of him. 

“I want that dick in me,” he grunts out.

“You still want it raw?”

“Fuck, yes….”

I slather more coconut oil on my throbbing cock.  It probes his hole.  I slide in.  Carefully.  Letting him get used to my thickness.  I bottom out.  Hold.  And begin a slow fuck.

“Just use me,” he grunts out, opening his poppers.  “Open my hole.”

I wait until I hear the cap go back on before I begin a much more powerful fuck.  I slam into him repeatedly.  I pull out and bring my dripping dick to his mouth.  He doesn’t hesitate.  He swallows me down. 

“Taste your ass, man.”

He grunts his approval—with my dick deeply lodged in his throat.

I fuck him some more.

I pull out the trusty egg-headed dildo.  He takes the toy easily after my fucking.  But it is harder to add me along with it.  I get in, but it’s not a comfortable stretch.  I go back to just my dick alone.

“Let’s switch to the sling.”  I get him in and comfortable.  He loves watching my dick go into him from the mirror above.  I end the fuck and work the speculum into him.  I crank it open.  Slowly.  Playing with his prostate after each crank.  I get it wide enough to add my dick in with it.

“That’s so hot,” he moans.  He watches my dick fuck into him—held open by the stainless steel walls of the medical device.

I crank him closed.  I finger him a little—getting 4 into him easily with lots of coconut oil and a little Crisco.  I try the medium sized butt plug…well, medium on my shelf of toys, but it may large for some.  It goes in.  But it is definitely a stretch.  I beat on the base—making him squirm and pant and huff some more poppers.

I do some serious hand work.  We do lots of stretches, but it is not going to happen today.  I tell him so—and remind him its a process—as wipe excess Crisco off his hairy hole. 

He understands—but is disappointed.  “So just use me any way you want…”

I take him at his word, and piss all over ass.  I kneel and lick it clean—loving how the drops of piss cling to the hair around his hole.  I stand up and give him another spurt—this time getting some inside his ass.  His cock has erected with each pissing.  Now I do a third spurt on his balls and shaft.  I clean those off with my tongue as well.

I am super hard—so I fuck him.  Fast and hard.  Making the sling chains clank.  Then I stand still and push the sling away—and pull it back onto me.  It makes him feel how really deep I am in his guts.  I keep impaling until we are both breathless.

“I want to eat your ass.  But over here.”  I pull out the rimseat.  Then help him out of the sling.  I get out and get under.  He sits.  His hole is wide open above me.  My tongue probes up into him.  I get a steady drip of coconut oil.  And now coconut oil mixed with piss.  I hear him with the poppers…and his groans as his ass is reamed out with my tongue.  Once I figure his rush is gone, I tell him to ride my cock.  It’s not an easy position for him, but he does it gamely, impaling himself over and over again.

When his legs tire, he sits back on the seat.  I welcome a fresh stream of coconut oil, precum and ass jizz in my mouth.  I know I want more.  My mouth is sealed around his puffy ass lips.  I reluctantly pull it away and tell him to get up and lean into the sling.  He does.  I get up and take a major swig of water from my bottle.  It not only clears my palette, but makes me need to piss.  Stuart is leaning chest into the sling as I told him.  I fuck him for a moment in that position, but then stop, keeping my cock buried in him.  A moment…and then he is literally flooded with my piss.  He groans and then begins to whimper and go for his poppers.

“Keep a clear head,” I tell him.

He stops and just enjoys the sensation of his guts getting heavy with my piss load.  I finally exhaust my bladder and pull out.  I get under the seat.  He hands me his popper bottle.  I take a hit.  He sits.  He is clenching his ass incredibly tightly.  He huffs…and lets go.  There is no trickle.  The moment my tongue hits his pucker, he relaxes and the piss waterfall is in full force.  I swallow as fast as I can. I let go of my dick for fear of cumming.

It’s a huge flow for maybe 15 seconds.  Then a trickle…and then it’s just normal tongue fucking for a long while to get every drop.

I get him up fairly fast.  We go back to the sling.  The urge to breed is on me.  He asks for the blindfold—and looks hot, lying there, used and damp and hungry for my load.  I do some nipple work on him…but I need to shoot and know it. 

I feed him poppers.  I rim.  I push in.  I fuck.  For longer as it feels so good.  So wet inside.  And I suddenly make it wetter.  I gush out a big load into his hot ass.

I felch a little…and lean across him, dribbling it into his mouth. 

He is surprised—but pleased.

He goes home thoroughly used…