GaryM Brings His Toys

 My Playroom—January, 2024

 

GaryM was coming back to the playroom for another session of wet fun.  I was looking forward to seeing him again.  I spent the evening before thinking about what new things we might try—or how to make things we’d done slightly different.  I went to bed, still musing over what we might do. 

And it went on all night.  I would sleep for an hour and suddenly wake up—not even remembering what it was that woke me up.  After this happened three times, at ever shorter intervals, I picked up a book and tried to read myself to sleep.  It worked, eventually—nodding off at just about the usual time I get out of bed.  I woke up about two hours later and started my day, feeling really tired.  It was still a couple of hours before GaryM was due to arrive.  I began hydrating, knowing I was starting way too late…

 

He looks good.   I have placed the mat that I usually use with the rimseat on the unpadded part of the playroom floor.  There he kneels, looking at my mound of cock flesh, hidden in a jock that is just beginning to show signs of heavy use.  I step in.  I let him inhale the scent.  Me and the jock.  I grind the pouch into his face.  He begins to pant.  My cock is waking up with his hot breath and busy tongue.  I let him get the fabric wet.

With a twist of my fingers, I release my semi-hard cock.  GaryM is all over it.  He licks the sides, the head, my balls, all before he takes it into his mouth to start sucking it.  It feels great.  I let him go at his own speed for a bit—then grab the sides of his head and start to fuck his face.

GaryM grunts with each thrust.  His cock responds, too.  I stop and stand still, once again giving control over to him.  He goes for the full length of me down his throat.  It gets so tight, so deep.  It feels great and pinches at the same time.  I gasp.

He comes up for air—and licks my balls thoroughly.  I sigh out loud.  After a few minutes, I turn and pull his face into my ass.  For the first of many times, his tongue connects with my pucker.  His groans match my own.

“Get up on the bench.  I need to do that to you.”

He does.  I kneel and dig in.  My tongue pressures his ass to slowly let me in.  He groans and I hear his poppers open.  I spend a long time there, getting his ass ready for my dick.  Finally, I stand up, lubed and ready.  I press against his hole.  GaryM pushes it out, almost daring me to get inside him.  I have to work at it, but I do, with his hole flowering open to welcome me.

I fuck him.  Slow and long.  Then fast and hard.  I pull out and move to his mouth.  GaryM cleans my cock with relish.  He slurps all his ass juices off me. Noisily.

I go back and fuck him again.  Harder.  One foot up on the bench so I can go deeper.  I repeat the journey with my wet cock to his hungry mouth.  He cleans me up.  On the way back to his ass, I grab the egg headed toy.  I grease it up with the coconut oil GaryM brought.  It slides into him quite easily now.  My dick soon follows, being stroked by the thin ribbed shaft of the toy.  This time I am on top of the toy.  I fuck and then reverse it, so my cock is under it.  GaryM is feeling very full—and tells me so.

We break.  I lower the middle part of the bench so it is flat.  Last time he was here, I had his ankles connected to the spreader bar and fucked him that way on the flat bench.  But it was too low  for sustained fucking with my long legs.  This time I put the rimseat mat on it, folded in two.  It raises the height of the bench nicely.  I strap GrayM into the ankle restraints and clip on the spreader bar.  He rolls back, his head cradled by the head rest on the bench.  I pull the bar up and his legs come up.  He grabs the bar and brings it to his chest.  His ass is perfectly aligned with my cock now. 

We fuck hard, both of us grunting. 

I give him my cock to clean.

We fuck again, some ATM and then I turn, my legs straddling the head rest and sit on his face.  He’s surprised and groans out his delight at having my ass grind onto his mouth.

“Let’s do it right in the sling.”

I unbuckle him and ease myself up into the sling.   My legs stay on the chains, not in the stirrups.  GaryM kneels and begins licking my balls.   It is a long, luxurious process for him to get to my ass.  I stroke my dick, my eyes often closed, but at times catching my reflection in the mirror above me.  His tongue reaches my pucker.  I hit the poppers I save for this moment.

We lose track of time.  He is doing what I think he loves best—and I am getting a treat I don’t get from many men.  I have no idea how long I am there or how many hits I take—babbling out my pleasure as the fumes take hold.  I try to piss for him.  I want to cover my cock and balls and let it run down my crack for him.  But I am not as hydrated as I thought I was.  And, frankly, I could barely stop jerking my cock as he tongued me…

*

We have switched places in the sling.  GaryM has brought three toys with him.  They are dildoes that are shaped like a cock, but in three successive sizes.  After I have fucked him my own dick, I start using the slender one on him.  Our thought was to fit my cock in with this one.  I add fingers, but I don’t think my cock will fit.  The toy is not that slender.

I pull the toy out and push my cock in, instead.  I fuck.  I walk around the sling to bring my dick to his mouth.  He cleans me—and I fuck him again.

I go for the next toy.  It is fatter.  I grease it up.  Gary has to really push against it to open fully.  But it goes in.  I turn it.  Slowly.  There are ridges on it that hit different areas in his ass with each slight twist.

GaryM is panting.  The toy comes out.  My dick goes in.  He actually flinches.

“I think my hole is getting tired…” he murmurs, then explaining his cleanout had taken longer and he is now feeling the effects of that.

He asks about the series of graduated balls on my toy shelf.  It is a long toy with a sequence of ever-increasing diameter of the balls.  He takes the first one with ease.  And the second.

I pull it out and eat his hole once more, glad we are using coconut oil and not Crisco. 

The balls go in again.  One.  Two.  And the third.  It hits the bend deep inside.

“That’s it.  I think I’m done.”

I help him out of the sling and we hug. 

There is so much more to good sex than just getting off…