James Gets Creamed

 My Playroom—January, 2023

I came home delightfully sated from my New Year’s Eve adventure.  I was not on the prowl for more sex anytime soon.  But I was pleased to get a text from James, the younger looking blond from that night.  He wanted more.  He really wanted my load—he was so sorry he had gone home before he got it. 

We chatted on and off for most of the day.  By the first Friday of the new year, he was stripping in my playroom…

 

James tosses his clothes in the chair.  I take off my robe and hang it on the doorknob.  He is naked but for a yellow jock.  In the light of the afternoon (and not a dark backroom) he is likely higher in his 30’s than I thought when I first met him.  Not that it matters. 

He goes right to his knees.  “Come here, Daddy.  Let me suck on that big thing again.”

He mouths the jock pouch for a bit, making my cock swell.  Then it is in his wet mouth with his ever-moving tongue.  He remembers my hotspots—my balls, and under my balls where the cock ring pushes them out.

“I want to lick your ass.  Up on the bench.”

The poppers come out for him the moment my tongue finds his tight pucker.  I can’t wait to make it gape.  I poke and prod and spit.  He has found the mirror on the side wall that lets him see me at work on his ass.  The poppers make his chatter.  He tells me how good my tongue is making his tight hole, how he wants me to destroy it, to fill it with cum…on and on.

I coat my throbbing cock with coconut oil as I tongue him.  I spit a couple of more times into him.  I stand up and my cock finds his now loose ass lips.  I push in.  He groans and takes another hit.  I hold until his hole responds—letting my cock bottom out in his tight tunnel.  I fuck him.  Slowly.  Making him mine for the day. 

“Harder, Daddy.  Make me feel it.”

I let him have it, faster than my usual slow build.  I plow him.  It’s the only word.  He is incredibly vocal, egging me on.  My foot goes up on the bench next to his knee.  It lets me get even deeper in his ass. I pummel him, over and over.

I pull out.  “Taste your ass on my dick,” I say as walk towards the head of the bench.  He hungrily takes me into his mouth.  His tongue swirls.  He gurgles, delighting in the heady blend of coconut oil and ass jizz.  “Get me good and wet—no lube for this next fuck.”  He leaves my cock dripping with spit.  And I plow back into his hungry hole…

*

We’ve moved to the sling.  I insert the small butt plug into him.  I keep his hole open as I make him suck my dick—then I stand on tiptoe and have him lick my balls again.  He loves how sweaty they have become from the exertion. 

The toy come out.  My cock goes in.  I fuck him.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror hanging above him.  He can’t get enough of watching his hole be used.  By cock.  By tongue.  By toy.  I have pulled out the egg-headded dildo.  The big head is a major stretch for him, but he takes it.  There is no way he is ready for me to add my cock along with it.

The toy stays in as he licks my cock once more, craned around, hanging out of the sling.  I move back and fuck him fast and deep.  His ass lips are curling and changing color as the blood rushes to them.  This makes me pull out and lick them, sucking their plumpness into my mouth repeatedly.

“Can I try the speculum on you?”

“Anything you want…”

I grease it up and slide it in.  I crank.  Slowly.  His eyes get wide as he feels his hole open.  I finger his prostate.  Finally, it is open wide enough I can play with his prostate by inserting my cock.  He loves this and tells me so.  Sometimes with words, more often in low moans of delight…

*

I help him out of the sling to stretch his legs.  I lay on the bed.  He crawls between my splayed legs and sucks my glistening cock.  He is in no hurry.  He sucks and licks every inch of it.  A tap on his head sends him down to include my balls, too.  First one, then the other.  He tries for both in his mouth at once, but doesn’t quite succeed. He pushes my legs apart as his tongue moves down to my perineum.  His tongue teases all the hair there, coating it with his spittle.  He flirts for a second with licking my ass, but comes up and kisses me instead. 

We stay entwined for quite some time.

“Sit on my face.”

I continue to lie there as he kneels above me.  He lowers his thoroughly fucked ass to my mouth.  My tongue is in him from the moment he settles there.  Deep and loving how wet he is.  How wet I’ve made him.  I lick and spit and he groans out his appreciation and tells me that his hole is all mine.   

He begins to rock, pushing his pronounced ass lips over my mouth and my nose and back again.  Poppers are opened.  He begins to babble all sorts of filth about my cock, my cum, about breeding.

“I really want your cum in me.”

“Let’s do it.”

We go back to the sling.  I eat his hole some more.  I can’t stop myself.  Finally, I stand up and fuck.  Long strokes.  Deep and hard.

“Fill me up!”

“Fuck…” I mutter.

“Give it to me…”

I fuck harder.  “I am so close...”

“Daddy, cum is the best…”

A couple of more strokes and I am there.  I can’t stop shooting.  It’s a five-day load.  Spurt after spurt.  I fall on his chest.  His arms go around me.  James milks my cock like crazy.  I can feel myself drool out a little more…

*

He didn’t shower.  He wanted to go home smelling as I left him.

I sent him the pictures.  He thanked me and told me he could still feel my load inside him.

I got another text after he napped—for when he awoke, his thigh was wet and creamy…