Using Roy--In Words and Pictures

 My Playroom—June, 2021

He wrote me on Asspig.  I am not sure where he was actually from, but he was coming to the gay campground nearest to me.  He knew he would get some action in the woods, but really wanted his hole used and stretched.  That can be something that is hard to do in the out of doors—between makeshift clean out situations in communal showers and the potential of getting half the forest on the top’s greasy hands if he touches the ground.

We set a date and time.  Roy arrived promptly—reminding me he would need the shower.  He was fun and friendly.  Roy was around my age, likely just a little younger.  [Who isn’t anymore?!]  So, late 50’s, mostly grey hair, a decently in shape body which had caught some sun at the campground.  In the brief moment we talked before I sent him to clean up, he seemed open and playful.  I set up the rest of the playroom while he used the Ergoflo.  I put on some hot Germans fisting and pissing on each other on the big screen TV.  As the feature finally began—down the stairs he came…

 

He kneels to suck my cock.  No sub here.  We are two men enjoying what we can do for each other.  He sucks me in and gets me hard easily.  But I can tell it’s not really his thing.  When he has had enough, he climbs up, without any encouragement, onto the fuckbench.

I get a first taste of his fresh from the shower hole.  I spend long minutes poking and prodding him with my tongue.  I spit once.  Then twice.  Right on the loose pucker and drive the saliva home with my tongue.  Again and again, until my own cock is dripping.  I smear my juices on him and push it in with my tongue.  Then I swab the head of his dick with my tongue, getting a huge dollop of precum.  I hold that in my mouth and then work it up his hole, too.

I stand and slide in.  His hole welcomes my dick—literally pulling me in.  I fuck him.  He fucks back. 

I grab the egg headed dildo.  It disappears easily up his ass.  He grunts out his pleasure.  I push it down and add my dick.  I double fuck him.  Then I pull out, leaving the toy in place.  I pull it up and now slide my cock in under the toy.  He loves this—and tells me so as the poppers come out.

We switch to the sling.  I fuck him here, too.  But I know what he wants.  I grease up my hands. 

His hole is eager.  It accepts my left in mere moments.  Then my right.

I go back to a fuck.

I pull out and stretch him open with a lateral stretch.  He loves this—so I find the speculum and slowly crank him open—until it is wide enough for me to add my cock.  I fuck him with the medical device in place.

I decide to go back to my hands.  I alternate back and forth with them.  Once I add my cock when my left is buried deep inside.  He loves looking in the mirror above him.  His eyes never leave it as my cock slides down my forearm and buries itself in him.

I go to the chain.  I grease and insert.  It is the hunk of chain with the smallest links.  I push each link in him.  One.  At. A. Time.  He groans, commenting on the weight.  I get about 13 of the 18  links into him.  I tell him just that.  Then begin pulling it out—each link giving a tiny stretch as it emerges.

I use the butt plug on him afterward.  Once is has slipped in, I hit my fist against the base—sending vibrations through his whole body.

Another hand session follows.  Back and forth.  I build in tempo---as I move more quickly between left and right.

Roy tells me his hole has likely had enough.

“Of cock, too?” I  ask.

“Hell, no.  Breed me and send me home with it.”

I am happy to oblige.