My Playroom—March, 2024
The small group was the perfect way to end
the week. On the next Monday, Muscle Ass
let me know he was in town again for 5 days.
My work gig, that was taking up evenings, was hugely in the way. He couldn’t meet during the day, so the only
answer was a late night. We chose the Wednesday,
in the middle of his time here, and the middle of my work schedule.
Once again, I arranged it so he could
arrive right at 9:30pm as I got home.
But this time, as he had his drink to unwind, we couldn’t stop exchanging
stories about all manner of things: how
we came out; my long relationship and his divorce; what we loved about
bathhouses…on and on.
It was suddenly late. “Do we play?” he asked.
I shrugged and we went downstairs. “I’d love to start with you on the fuck bench,”
he told me. I shrugged and lost my
robe. I climbed on and presented him
with my ass to lick…
His tongue feels incredible. But I am having a hard time relaxing with
being on my knees. I pull them up a
little, towards my head, which lowers my chest to the padded support. But now I can’t reach my dick. Well, not easily. And, fuck, I do love to stroke as a man’s
tongue licks my crack and hole.
I let him go for a bit. He is moaning in the back of his throat as he
leaves me very wet. I think I hear him
jerking himself as he licks every millimeter of my hairy crack and hole. Finally, I tell him I need to get up and
stretch.
“The sling,” I suggest.
“Me or you?”
“You.”
My cock, now that I’m standing and looking at his hot
ass, is very hard. I want to fuck. He hops in.
I hand him his poppers and go to my knees. It’s my turn to lick and spit and open a hole
with my tongue. He groans and at one
point, reaches down and pulls his cheeks apart so I can go deeper.
I am thoroughly lubed with coconut oil. I stand up and enter him. On the second try. Why can’t I master the angle to get into his
ass, dammit? He holds up his hand for me
to hold for a moment. Poppers are
sniffed. I feel his ass relax before I sink
the rest of the way inside. Another
brief hold and I begin a slow fuck. It
builds. Faster than I mean to—I just can’t
help it. My hips are slamming into
him. The sound of our rutting fills the
small room.
I pull out. He
beckons me to bring my wet dick to his mouth.
As if I would do anything else with his love of ATM. He cleans my cock, swallowing the great mix
of ass jizz, precum and coconut oil. I
go back, kneel and rim him some more—wanting all those flavors in my mouth,
too.
I fuck him again.
Let him clean me again. This time,
I bend to taste the juices on his tongue…
*
“Damn, you taste good.”
I am in the sling.
Muscle Ass is eating me out again.
I am relaxed and my cock is rock hard as his tongue can’t seem to stay
off me. I finally uncap the poppers I save
for this moment. I take a long hit and
the moment the cap is on I begin babbling:
how good his mouth feels, not to forget my balls, to fuck me with his
tongue, to spit on my hole and lick it up…it’s constant and only peters out as
the fumes dissipate.
Even without poppers, my mind is roaming and my dick
is leaking. I come back to reality slowly. How long have I been in the sling? I know Muscle Ass doesn’t care, but I don’t
want things to get one sided. I tell him
I need to fuck him again.
We trade places.
I fuck him. And then go for the
toys. I use a lube syringe to get his
hole even slicker. The small butt plug
goes in easily tonight. I turn it. I pound my fist on it. I pull it out, re-lube and work it in again.
I switch to the five balls of ever-increasing
size. He took the first two last
time. The first goes in with ease. I work
a little harder with the second. I try
for the third. Nope. He tells me the third is pressing the first
one, which is still in him, too deep.
I go to my finger.
The middle one. The pulse of his
hole surrounding it makes my cock drool.
I stand up. I make a better entry
into him this time. I fuck him. Hard.
My balls are telling me it’s time to unload and be done for tonight. I fuck.
“Breed me,” he grunts out, through his haze of
poppers.
I fuck him harder.
I am so close. I know a taste of
his hole will send me over the edge. I
pull out and kneel. I plaster my face
into his used ass. It does the
trick. I’m there. I stand up and realize I will not make it into
him. I unload a massive amount of cum
all over his balls, as if it were 1994 and I’d just ripped the condom off. I use some to smear on his cock and stroke
it. Some I finger into his ass. For a moment I think he’s going to
shoot. I think he does, too. And then, just like me, his wave of release
ebbs. I work a little harder on his
softening cock, but Muscle Ass tells me to stop. His hole is happy—that’s all that matters…
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