Rock Begs for All the Loads

 My Playroom—May, 2023

 

{If you haven’t, you may want to read the two previous bookstore posts before this one, as the cum I collected is about to be used.}

 

Sunday, I checked in with Rock to make sure our meet would proceed as planned.  He was still eager and was hitting the road soon.  I went and put fresh towels under the sling and fuck bench—and another in the sling itself.  The water pitcher was placed on the cabinet, along with a mug for him.  The cum filled condoms were nestled in a dish with ice, still in the freezer.  I was ready.

He arrived right on time.  I left him in the playroom to strip down and went back up to my room to add the jock (slowly going from pristine to well-used) and boots.  As I opened the door, he was naked and kneeling at the base of the sling…

 

I take a moment just to look at him.  He is mid-twenties, tall, slightly thick—a true cub.   His legs are hairy, his chest is hairy, as is his face—and most importantly for me—his ass.  I toss my robe on top of his clothes which are piled on the chair behind the door.  The television has some good Dick Wadd piss porn playing. My cock, just looking at him, is plumping in my jock.  I walk over to him.  I can feel his hot breath on the pouch.  He inhales, enjoying the aroma.  His tongue snakes out and he begins to lick the textured fabric.  My cock swells.  I have to free it.  Instantly, Rock takes me into his mouth.  He suckles my flared cock head, his tongue working into my large piss slit.  He groans—making my cock throb.  I let him set his own pace as he begins to suck in earnest.  He continually takes me three quarters of the way down and around every fifth time, sucks me to the root.  After a few more partial deep throats, he gags as he bottoms out with me.  He pulls off me for just a moment, recovers and, just as enthusiastically, sucks me down to the root again.

“Up on the bench.  I need to taste your hole.”

He gets settled.  I retrieve his poppers from the pocket of his shorts on the chair and hand them to him.  He takes a hit as I kneel.  I bury my face in that full, hairy cleft.  He reaches back and pull his left cheek open so I can go even deeper with my invading tongue.  I spit and push it as deep as I can, all while lubing my cock with coconut oil.

I stand.  My cock slaps his hole with a wet splat.  I push in.  Slowly.  Rock moans out “Fuck me good, Daddy.”  I try to push in slowly, but his ass wants me all the way in.  I bottom out, my pubes grinding against his flesh.  He sighs in satisfaction.  I hold for a moment and then begin to fuck.  He groans again—and poppers up.  I do a well-controlled fuck, pull out and taste his hole again.  I go back up him—and this time build to a rapid and hard pace.  I pull out and instantly bring my wet cock to his handsome face. 

“Love ATM,” he groans, his eyes shining as he proceeds to clean my cock.

I go back to his ass.  I piss his crack and lick it up—making sure it is pale enough for play.  It is—and delicious.  I shoot a little more on his hole, tongue it off him and fuck him again.  After he cleans me a second time, I move to the bed.  I sit—and tell him to come lick my balls.  He kneels on the rimseat mat and does just that.  I encourage him to work down my perineum and dig his tongue between my balls and the cock ring.  He is a very good boy and does just what he’s told.  His tongue is great—wide and thick.  You can tell he is doing it because he loves it—not because he feels he should.  I reward him by telling him to go get in the sling.

Rock has his ankles in the stirrups before I get over there.  I kneel and eat his hole.  I stand and send a shower of piss all over his hard cock and balls and then up to his chest, where it clings to his chest hair.  I begin to lick it up, leaning across him, savoring the smell and taste of my piss mingling with his sweat.  I let my cock slide into him and I begin sucking/licking his piss-soaked nipples.  I bring some up to his mouth and we kiss.  Deeply.  Tongues exploring.

Eventually, I break the kiss, straighten up and begin to fuck him properly.  His hole is now super wet from so many things:  oil, pre-cum, his ass slime, piss.  It makes for a wonderful lube.  He approves when I bring it up for his mouth to taste it.

“Now you know why I can’t keep my tongue out of you,” I tell him as he cleans my cock, for the first time here in the sling.

I fuck him again.

He cleans me.

I almost go to my knees again, but realize I want more.   “I want you on the rimseat.”  I lie down under it and close the seat down.  Before he sits, I tell him he can choose to ride my cock anytime he wants to, to just do it as my mouth will be plastered on his hole.  He sits.  And his pucker is spread by the seat.  I am suddenly able to get my tongue so much deeper into him.  I rim and snort and sigh and lick some more.

He does, after a bit, stand and rides my cock.  Not for long.  Just enough to get his ass juices pumping again.  He slides off my dick and settles back down on the seat.  “Eat me, Daddy.”

I can hear him open his poppers as I lick him out.  He groans and tells me how good it feels.  I lick up all the new juices his ass has just churned out, trying to lube itself in protection.  Suddenly, I know it’s time.  I tap the underside of his thighs—the signal to stand up.

He does and helps me get up, too.  I tell him to hop back in the sling as I go up to the freezer.  I come back—a tray full of frozen spunk.

“I have some loads for you I collected at the bookstore.  You want them up your ass?”

“Yes, Sir.  Please.”

I take the smallest one.  It is the load I got in my mouth after fucking Kyle.  And a load of mine mixed with it—which I shot when I got home.  I tell him about the chunky man I sucked for it as I cut the knot on the condom, turn it inside out and slide the nugget of frozen cum into him.

Then the next.  The young guy, the older white man and the Black guy—their combined jizz making a big lump of frozen cum.

Snip, peel and push into his warm hole.

Now the third condom is held up.  The man from India, the hung guy, traces of two others and the man who shot his load on my palm.

“They’re in your hole.  Melting.  Guys you don’t know at all…”

He is beating his cock like crazy.  “Fuck them deeper.  Please!”

My cock pushes into the now cool hole.  The lumps are melting fast.  I can feel them coat my dick and his ass walls.   I begin to pump slowly.  The sound of the cum churning is filling the small playroom.  With a groan, Rock keeps beating his ample cock—and it goes off.  All over his hairy belly. 

I scoop it up and smear it on my cock.  I fuck his load into his ass, too.

“Can I keep fucking?” I ask, hoping he is not one of those guys who shut down after they unload.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans.  “Fuck those loads deep into me.

I fuck for a long time before I bring my cummy cock to his mouth.  He cleans me off.  We kiss, the remnants of the eight, no, nine mixed loads still on his tongue.  I go back to his hole, lick up the escaping cum and then churn what’s left in him.  It’s a lot.  It still makes wonderfully squishy sounds as we rut.

I could keep going forever, it feels so good.  But we need to bring this scene to an end.  “I am going to piss in your ass.  You will sit on my face and feed me the mix of piss and the remaining jizz.  Yes?”

“Fuck yes!”

I get him out of the sling and have him lean on the bench.

I slide in.  I am not sure how full my bladder is after all the other pissing.  I have some, I know—but I just keep going.  I can’t stop pissing.  When I finally do, he squeezes his hole shut while I get under the seat.  He sits.  My tongues pokes into him.  I get a trickle.  I do it again.  The floodgates open.  I am deluged with the mix of piss and cum.  I can’t swallow fast enough.  Some splashes out of my mouth.  But I get most of the delicious mix.  I know myself well enough not to touch my dick while I swallow and revel at all those loads in my mouth once again.

Once there is nothing left in him, I order Rock back in the sling.

“I want to see your face as I breed you.”

Once there I slide into the hole that has given me so much pleasure today.  I am on the edge.  Instantly.  A few strokes and I am giving him a fresh load to take home with him.  I spurt again and again, deep into Rock’s very essence…