My Playroom—May, 2023
I came home tired, but exhilarated, from a really great
IML. (I do think I was not as tired as I
would have been had I stayed in the host hotel with all it’s 24/7 temptations.) I was not planning on playing those last
three days of May, but I got an intriguing email.
Davis, a man who came to me for kink play that he could not find
anywhere else, made three trips to the playroom in 2021—and then disappeared. He was back at his parent’s home for a
visit. Could I host him for a day?
I could.
He arrived in the early afternoon. It’s a drive to get to me, so he spent some
time in the shower before we headed downstairs.
I learned we had met as he was finishing up his training in a medically
related field—and the job he got had required him to move to a western
state. He hadn’t found many partners out there, but
he told me that that had made him a little more versatile…
I
walk into the playroom. Davis is
kneeling at the end of the fuck bench. He
may be just 30 or a shade more, tall, with a stocky build. But he has trimmed up since he was last
here. He is kneeling in a jock and socks—and
he can’t wait to mash his face into my jock pouch. He inhales deeply. This jock had a busy IML—and his groan tells
me he appreciates it. He tongues it for a bit, before he just can’t
wait. He pulls it to the side and takes
my hardening cock deep into his throat.
I come to full erection inside him.
Choking him. Making him
reluctantly pull off me. He pants and
takes me down again.
I
fuck his face a little. He relaxes and I
go deeper yet. I pull out, twirling the
strands of deep throat spit around my cock shaft. “Clean that up,” I tell him. He sucks me clean. Until I pull more out of his throat. “Up on the bench; I want to use it for lube.”
Davis
scrambles up. I spread his cheeks apart
and smear the deep throat spittle covering my dick up and down his ass crack. I finger some into his not too tight pucker. I think about entering him right there—but I
just have to rim that plump, full ass. I
go to my knees and explore his wet hole with my tongue. I hear the poppers open. He inhales and I go deep, probing his most
private place.
I
stand up, my lubed cock drooling. I push
into him. He grunts and takes me quite
easily. He inhales more poppers and I
begin a slow in and out. Over and
over. I finally pull out and move towards
his face with my wet cock.
“Please
let me taste…” He doesn’t finish the
sentence as I have thrust my dick into his mouth. He groans—and cleans me thoroughly. I go right back to his ass and plunge in,
with just his spit now for lube. I fuck
him hard, telling him not to take his poppers—to really feel every inch of my
rampaging dick.
He
complies. Whimpering. And cleans my dick once again.
I
sit on the bed, tossing the foam mat for the rimseat on the floor by it. “Come here, you didn’t get my balls cleaned
up.” Davis kneels on the mat. He spends long minutes working his tongue over
them. Then under my balls, remembering
how I like the feel of a tongue right where my cock ring pulls them down.
I
groan and tell him he’s a good boy.
His
response is to go a little lower on my perineum. He grunts, and tells me how good I
taste. And goes a little farther yet.
“Do
you want to rim me?” This is new—he has
never showed any interest in doing this.
He
looks up, but stays in position. “I do—if
you like it.”
I
simply touch his head and his tongue digs into my asshole for the first time. And he’s good at it. I let him go for a bit—and then compliment
him on his technique.
“I’ve
had to learn to top out where I work—and I found I really love to lick a man’s
hole as much as I love having it done to me.”
I
grin and push his handsome face back into my ass…
*
We
move to the sling. I am rimming his hole
before the first fuck there. I stand
up. Piss gushes out of my cock, coating
his sparsely haired crack. I kneel and
lick it up before standing and plunging into him again. I fuck.
His eyes riveted to the mirror above.
I pull out and slap my cock on the mound of his jock. I pick up my phone and snap some pictures.
We
break. He asks if he can eat my ass in
the sling. I hop in and he licks my
entire ass crack, up and down, before burrowing into my hole. I close my eyes, and let him do what he
wants. When he slows down, we reverse. I eat his hole some more.
I
stand up. “You said in your email you
wanted to be tied down in the sling.”
Davis
nods.
“While
I have some rope, I like this better.” I
pull out a box of clear plastic wrap used for leftovers. I work, winding it over his chest and securing
him in place on the sling. The wrap
clings to itself securely. I cover his
crotch with the film, too. I wrap it so
his thighs are fastened to the D rings at the bottom of the sling. I add restraints to his wrists and fasten
them to the sling chains above his head.
He can’t move. Nor does he want to. He begins to pant.
I
have left his ass crack open. I start by
pissing on it. I splash some up onto his
stomach. Davis is so thoroughly covered that
he can feel the heat but not the wetness.
It pours off him onto the towel below.
I lick up what is on his ass.
I
fit my blindfold over his eyes. I go
back and toy with his hole. Just my
fingertips, teasing him. Slowly, I change
to my dick. The head of my cock prods
him and plays with his puffy ass lips. Eventually,
I slip into his well fucked hole and give him my full cock.
Hard
and fast.
Slow
and easy.
More
piss, right on his crack.
And
a hard, chain rattling, fuck.
We
break. I cut him loose.
I
suggest the rimseat. I make him go under
first. He has never had anyone sit on
his face before. He acquits himself well.
I
get up and fuck him, with his legs on my shoulders as he lies there. He whimpers with each stroke. I pull out and sit back on his face. His tongue has found new energy in its
attack.
Of
course, we reverse it, too. I want to really
get deep in his wet fuck hole. I feast on
it as he groans out his pleasure. My
cock is rampant.
It’s
time to breed. We both know it. We go to the sling. I want to see his face as I shoot.
I
fuck for a bit. One last piss rinse of
his crack. A quick lick before I slip
into him and fuck.
I
am suddenly there, with the taste of my piss still on my tongue. I grab the bars above me and let my balls empty
into this man half my age. I let my cock
marinate in his ass for a long time. It
barely softens, but enough that if begins to slip out. I go to my knees and taste the few drops of
cum that escape with it. I leave the
rest of the load for him…
Davis’
first three visits were published on the following dates (linked to here.)
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