I Break My Rule with Muscle Ass

 My Playroom—February, 2024

 

Tuesday, the day after our meet, Muscle Ass and I sent each other a lot of texts.  He wanted to come back that night, as he was in Michigan for such a short time.  I told him I had a rule about not playing with men more than once every two weeks.  (It really is more like once a month, unless I bump into you at the bookstore.)  We kept chatting.  And we both got hornier.  Finally, I gave in.  I told him I knew I would be too tired after my evening of work to play that night, but I would consider playing late night on Wednesday.  He jumped at it.

I left work on the dot at 9:28pm and was home by the 9:30pm time on which we had agreed.  I sent a text.  He was on the main street, admiring the quaintness of my town, but in moments he was hanging his coat in my closet and making himself a drink.  We chatted a little as I made tea.

He went down to strip off and I ditched my clothes upstairs.  I put on the jock that now smelt of his ass juices mixed with our cum…

 

I stand by the base of the sling.  He inhales deeply, reveling in the aromas of our play on Monday.   I am hard.  He is really good at taking me deep into his throat with no annoying teeth on me.  He does it again, pulling off me, leaving me coated in his deep throat spit.  I move aside and he hops in the sling.  I wipe my cock down the crack of his ass, pushing some of the spittle into him.  I kneel and drill into him, getting him good and wet.

“I want to work on stretch tonight,” Muscle Ass tells me.  I know he ultimately wants my hand. I find him tight and am silently skeptical.  I pull his cheeks apart and spit one last time.  I stand up.  I find his hole, but his hand gesture helps me find the better angle.  I slide in.  He sighs and signals for me to wait as he inhales on his poppers.  The moment the cap is on, he is ready.  I can feel the relaxation of his ass—and I start to fuck.  Slow and deep.  He groans.  I speed up.  I am fucking hard now.  I pull out abruptly and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cranes over the side of the sling to clean me thoroughly. 

I go back to his ass and fuck him again. 

Once more he cleans me. 

The next time, I fuck him with just his spit left on my dick.  When I pull out, I grab the smallest butt plug I own.  He groans at the widest part that is not as thick as my dick.  But it goes in.  He sighs when it snaps into place.  I let him clean my cock again while the toy keeps him stretched open.

I go back.  The toy comes out.  I eat his coconut oil lubed hole again.  I fuck him.  I grab the egg headed dildo.  I smear it with the oil.  He loves the pressure of the toy, but holds up a hand to stop me before he gets to the full girth of the head.  (and he wants my hand?)  I replace the toy with my dick.  One more round of ATM, before I suggest the bench.

We move to the other station.  The bench is back in its usual raised position to support his chest.  He gets on it.  His ass is spread naturally.  I kneel and eat him out.  Muscle Ass groans, watching it all in the mirror to the side.  “It’s so hot to see it and feel it.”

This makes me work even harder, getting my tongue into him as deeply as possible.  I stand up and fuck.  Muscle Ass groans.  I pick up the speed.  My hips are really slapping against his upturned ass.  The sound of it fills the tiny room, making us even hornier, if possible.

I pull out for more ATM.  Now the mirror in front of the bench is doing it for him.  He can see himself take my wet cock into his eager mouth.  He cleans me, moaning about the taste of his hole.  I go back for another fuck.  Another cleaning.

“I want to lick your ass.”

I get in the sling.

MA starts at the top of my hard dick, licking up the leaking precum.  His tongue goes down the shaft.  He does a tremendous cleaning of my balls, and only then continues the descent to reach my ass.  I groan…and lose track of time.  He fucks me with his tongue.  He licks in and around my pucker.  He remembers to come and kiss me so I can taste my hole on his tongue.  This makes both of us want more.  He goes back to his knees and begins it all again.

A loud cum shot from the porn on the television brings me back to the real world.  I tell him we should switch.  He gets in the sling and I grab the speculum, where I should have started with the stretch play.  He takes the cool metal easily now.  I start to crank.  Pausing once it’s wide enough to add my finger so I can play with his prostate.  He groans.

“Wider!”

I do it.  I keep cranking.  Two fingers go in to fill him up.

 He moans.  I keep cranking.  I take a picture, at his request, for his Asspig profile. 

Then I surprise him by sticking my dick inside, with the speculum in place.  I fuck him, nice and slow.  The metal is no longer cool.  It is the temperature of his hot ass.  I take a picture of me in him, too.

I reluctantly pull out and crank the speculum shut. 

I fuck him again.  He is actually easier to get into.  I grab the ball toy.  Once again. he takes the first two, but stops me as I try for the third.

The porn concludes.  This means it is midnight.  And I am feeling it.

I go back to fucking, trying to give him a load.  But I know I am trying too hard. 

I let him rim me a little more.  Maybe I can jerk myself up to a load while he licks…but I am just too tired, between work and the late night on Monday with him. 

We both agree, an orgasm is not the marker of whether we had a good time or not.  I lick his hole a bit more…and we call it a night…