A Late Night with Muscle Ass

 My Playroom—February, 2024

 

He found me on BBRT.  We quickly progressed to text.  He was from out of state and working in Michigan.  He wanted to be used hard.  As we chatted, it became obvious we were a good fit.  He loved the idea of my playroom over his hotel bed.  He loved the blog and couldn’t wait to be in it.  He chose his blog name himself:  Muscle Ass.

He arrived right on time for an evening of hard use…

 

Muscle Ass is Italian and well built.  His arms look huge.  He wears a jock and a matching cloth harness. He is standing in the playroom, looking at the porn.  He has forgotten a cock ring.  I pull some out—and then find a soft latex one that GaryM left behind.  He puts it on.

“Now let me suck that cock…”

I stand by the base of the sling so he can kneel on the padded part of the floor.  He devours my dick.  He’s good.  I love the way he includes my balls.  His tongue is restless, exploring every inch of my dick.

I let out an appreciative moan.   “I really want to taste your ass,” I finally tell him.  Muscle Ass climbs up on the bench.  He’s not lying.  It is a thickly muscled butt.  The kind you have to pull the cheeks apart.  I do just that.  And dig in. His hole is damp from the shower.  His hole is responsive to my tongue.  MA groans and his hole opens slightly.  My tongue goes deeper.  He is one of those men who self-lube and he is getting wetter by the minute.  I slobber a ton of spit into him.  I am stroking my cock with coconut oil.  I spit one last time and stand up. 

I push.  His hole is not a straight shot.  But I sink into him.  He is tight, but he quickly relaxes and his hole welcomes me in.  I fuck, with slow, long strokes.  I pull out.

“Give it to me.”

I walk around and he devours my cock.  He groans around the thick shaft in his mouth, making my dick vibrate.  I let him clean me up before I go back to his muscle ass.  I kneel and eat his freshly fucked hole.  I fuck again, still taking an extra moment to find the right angle to get into him.  I fuck him hard…and send him up to the shower for a quick rinse.

Once we’ve cleaned up, we move to the sling.  I eat his freshly rinsed hole and fuck him hard.  I see his hands constantly fondling the wrist restraints that hang from the chain above the D rings.  I know he wants them on him.  I pull out of his ass and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  I fasten the first restraint on him as he sucks my dick.  I pull out of his mouth, my wet cock swinging, as I fasten the second restraint.  I go back and do the same for his ankles.  He waits, expectantly.  I just go to my knees and lick his ass.  And fuck him.  And give him his ass juices to taste once again.

“You said you wanted to eat my ass?” I ask.

He nods.  Enthusiastically.  We change places in the sling.  I keep my legs on the chains at first.  He digs into me. He likes my hole—and tells me so, telling me he loves how tight I am.  He begins to rim me, trying to get as deep as I got into him. 

I take the stirrups, slip them down to my knees and then fasten them next to my head.  This position lifts my ass up and gives him full access.  He licks and spits.  “Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you?” 

I tell him his tongue is great—and all I need.

I lose track of time.  He is right where he wants to be—so neither of us are bothered by it.  I come back to reality and tell him I want to use the restraints.  He assumes I will attach him to the sling, but instead I flatten out the bench to the table position.  I add the mat on top.  He sits and rolls onto his back.  I hook the spreader bar between the ankle restraints.  

“Hold this.”

He takes it. 

“Pull it to your chest.”

He does and that muscle ass rolls up and into position.  I lick and fuck him.  When I pull out, I push the bar even closer to him, changing the angle slightly.  I fuck him once more.

Once I detach the bar, I grab the hogtie and at hook all four restraints to it.  His eyes glaze as I push them down and fuck his ass once again…

*

We take a break, sitting on the bed.  He is eyeing the rimseat.  I pull it out.  “Who’s under it first?” I ask.

He wants to be.  He gets under.  And poppers up.  I lower the seat and sit on his handsome face.  As always, I am amazed at how different it feels—how my hole is so exposed to his probing tongue.  I take a hit myself and watch the porn on the big screen television.  His tongue is deep and his cock is rock hard—jutting out of the soft pouch of his jock.  I let him work on me for a long time.

I stand up and help him to his feet.  “I want to fuck you once more before I eat your hole.”

I instruct him to just lean in, chest to the sling.  I fuck him.  I pull out so just my head is still in his ass.  I let go a couple of spurts of piss.  Muscle Ass groans.

I get under the rimseat.  He sits.  My tongue pokes into him.  It’s not a lot of piss, but just a nice trickle into my mouth as I tongue him.  The fuck has reactivated all his ass juices.  It’s a heady concoction.  My own cock begins to drool heavily as I slurp it all down.

“I need to breed you,” I mumble.

“Where?”

“Sling!”

He gets into the sling and finds the stirrups with ease.  I kneel and lick his wet hole once more.  I stand up and push in. 

“Give it to me,” he groans.

It takes just a few strokes.  It’s late and I need to explode.  Just thinking that sends me off.  A big load, spurted deep.

I pant and grab the bars above the sling.  Muscle Ass is squeezing down on me.  Hard.  He is jerking his own dick.  “Don’t pull out…”

I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.  In another moment he shoots his cum all over his abs.  He’s a massive shooter.  His ass relaxes and I slide out.  My hand swipes through his load.  I smear it on his gaping pucker—and lick up the mix of his cum and mine, which is leaking from his ass…