"Daddy, Lick It Up..."

 My Playroom—September, 2021

The Latino mentioned in the last post managed to pass his number to me that afternoon in the bookstore.  He mentioned he was not cleaned out on that visit, but would love a chance at my cock when he was ready for it.  So we met soon after.  It was a disaster.  I had mentioned cleaning deep for my cock…and, well, you can guess the rest.  We started.  And stopped.  Started.  And stopped.  And—yeah, we tried until it was clear this was not the day.

Surprisingly, the last hook up of the month had no anal sex at all.  It was the piss boy who lives north of me.  He sent me text just before class that he was super horny.  Could I fill him with piss later tonight?  No anal, but piss drinking and covering and tons of oral sex.  He wouldn’t arrive until very late.  I knew that with proper tanking up I would be up all night, even after he had drunk his fill.  I thought long and hard. 

A new text arrived:  “Please, Daddy!!!?!”

I said yes.

In the early evening I got one more text.  “Can I dress slutty?”

I knew he had a fem side.  I said yes to that, too.

 

He arrives as my bladder is fit to burst.  He is still lanky and just as tall.  His hair is long.  He is maybe 25.  He strips to a lime green thong.  The boy then adds a short skirt—cheerleader short— with lace on the hem.  A lacy crop top covers his thin chest.

The moment we are downstairs in the playroom he goes to his knees.  He fills his lungs with the scent of my pissy yellow jock—which I have worn since his first text around noon.  My cock is not even hardening, I have to piss so badly.  “Open wide, Boy.”

“Give me your piss, Daddy,” he murmurs.  “It’s been so long….”

And it has been a full year since we met.

I dig my cock out of the pouch.  It goes in his mouth.  He knows not to close down.  In seconds, I blast him with a load of recycled tea and water.  He moans deliciously as I empty into him.  He takes every drop.  The moment I am empty, he suckles me to full hardness.  He pulls off me to look at it, holding me at the base.  “I love that Daddy is bigger than I remember.”  He takes me to the root before I can respond.

I let him deep throat me repeatedly before I give a gruff “Up on the bench.”

“Does Daddy want to taste my ass?”

I toss the short skirt up onto his back and pull the string of the thong out of the crack with my teeth.  I connect with his hole.  He is tight.  My tongue burrows in.  He sighs and moans in the back of this throat.  I eat his ass for a long time.  I am surprised when I realize I can piss again.  I stand up and flood his crack.  It cascades down to the towel beneath the bench, the fine hair of his cleft holding on to what it can.

“Daddy, lick it up.  Please….”

I go to my knees and lick up every drop.  When I am done tongue-rooting in his hole, I stand up and run my cock head down his wet crack.  I take my dick up to his mouth.  He cranes around and licks the pre-cum, spit and piss that is coating the head.  I pull out and lean in, letting him service my balls.  They are sweaty from the day and the exercise.  Boy starts to clean them.

“I want to suck them properly…”

I lie down on the bed and he brings his sluttly-clad self between my splayed legs.  This is really nice.  I lie there.  I watch him work on my balls in the mirror next to me.  Individually—lovingly lapping them.  And then in a failed attempt to get them both into his mouth at once.  He goes to my perineum, instead.

“Come sit on my face.”

The skirt is ditched and he sits on my open mouth, making sure to pull the string of the thong out of the way.

 “Ohhhhhh, Daddy!”

I prod open his now wet hole.

“I promise you can fuck me with that big dick the next time…”

I tongue fuck him to remind him of his promise.  Eventually he leans over and sucks my cock as I keep poking into him.

“Let’s do the sling.  I need to piss.”

I get him situated.  His eyes never leave the mirror above.  My hard cock rests on the mound of his thong.  I concentrate—and piss starts spewing out of me.  I coat his thong and shoot a stream onto his well eaten hole.  I stop before I’m empty.  I lick him clean and do it again…

*

It’s late.

I have gotten the rimseat out and had him sit his piss wet hole on my face. 

But now it’s late and I need to get off and send him home.

“I want your load in my mouth.”  He stands up from where he has been sitting on the bed.  “Give me your cum, Daddy.”

“Then lick my balls again while I stroke it.” 

I lie on the bed, spread eagled.  He kneels between my legs and begins licking me in earnest.  I stroke.  Lightly, but intently.  Once I have him stop to lick up a huge drool of pre-cum.  He sighs over this with a “I want more!”

I increase my stroke.  I am almost there.  “Get ready,” I bark.  He hovers above my dick.

“Argh!”

And he is on me sucking up every drop of my cum.  I am really shaking the feel of his tongue on my sensitive cock head is so intense.  He purrs as he gets the last of it and begins cleaning my cock and balls again.  I move around so he is lying on the bed and I am straddling his lacy clad chest.

“Wait,” I tell him.  “I think I have some piss for your ride home.”  My cock goes into his mouth and I let him have everything I’ve got…..

 

 

The boy’s first encounter, in the old playroom, is here.