Braydon Comes to Play

 My Playroom—April, 2024

 

A few posts ago, I mentioned that Braydon, the man who loves to be used at the bookstore, could not decide if he wanted a one on one in the playroom or another public romp.  We settled on both—the bookstore that day and we made a date to play in the playroom for mid-April.  I checked in with him the day before our scheduled meet to see if that still worked for him.  It did.  I gave him the address again.  He had been to my old residence, just before I moved.  In fact, he was one of the four of us who played in the old playroom for the last time there.  He was excited to see the new set-up.  He arrived right after 2pm…

 

Braydon likes what he sees.  The new space is slightly smaller, but I love how compact and functional it is.  He agrees…and strips off his clothes.  I am already naked but for boots and the jock which had just been worn for the group play.  I lean on the fuck bench and Braydon kneels before me.  He inhales deeply, savoring the fragrance of the well-used garment.

“I fucked four guys on Saturday, wearing this,” I murmur.  “See if you can taste them…”

Braydon digs in.  He begins to lick the pouch.  He keeps moaning in the back of his throat.  My cock erects, causing the jock to distort obscenely.  He peels the fabric back and hungrily takes me into his mouth.  He deep throats me.  He licks my balls.  He licks under my balls as I pull them up.  For a reward, I let him lick up all my precum.

“Get in the sling.  I need to eat your hole.”

He jumps in.  I go to my knees and bury my face in his full ass.  I find his hole.  He is already slightly gaping from the excitement.  My tongue goes into him—deep and wet.  In moments, my cock is slathered with coconut oil.  I stand up and slide in.  I fuck him.  Long and slow.  Using my full length on every stroke.  Braydon uses his Maximum Impact and is in fucking heaven as I plow.

I reach over to the toy shelf and grab the egg-headed dildo.  I pull out, kneel and bury my face in his freshly fucked hole as I lube up the toy.  I pull my tongue out of him and insert the dildo.  He takes it, with ease.  I fuck him with it, pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in.  I stand and add my cock.  Telling him just how it feels.  The toy underneath my cock.  The ribbed shaft caressing the underside of my dick.  How my cock head hits the big head of the toy.

I fuck with it in place.  I pull out and go under the toy—but that feels odd.  I go back and fuck him once more with the dildo below my cock. 

I pull out, bringing the toy with me.  I lube up the fat black butt plug.  He gasps as the widest part goes in, but groans in satisfaction as his hole snaps shot around the slender end of it.  I beat my fist on the base, sending vibrations through his ass into his whole body.

“Do that again…” he pleads. 

So, I do.

I move on to the curved, ridged toy GaryM left here.  I am not sure he can take the wide base.  But he does.  Loving the stretch.  I pull it out and eat his hole.  My tongue can now go deeper than before.  I reach for the Butt Bomb, the metal toy with the thin shaft and large oval head.  It feels cold to the touch.  I lube it, but don’t warm it.

“This’ll cool down your ass…”

He moans.  And takes it.  I slowly work it in and out of him a few times.  I stand up and insert my cock.  The cool metal is warming fast, but I can still feel the temperature difference.  My dick head bangs into the big metal orb.  I fuck him—getting the extra stimulation of the toy in his ass.

Finally, we take a break.

“Where do you want to eat my ass?  Sling or Rimseat?”

We go for the sling first.  I get in and he kneels.  Almost reverently.  He starts at my balls and works down.  Licking under them.  Down the hairy perineum.  Around my hole.  Avoiding it.  And then his tongue connects with my pucker.  He groans.  I moan and get lost in the pleasure he is giving me…

*

I only let him stop eating me out when my legs tire of resting on the chains.  We move to the fuck bench.  I fuck him hard and fast.  Bringing my wet cock to his mouth each time I pull out.  Braydon is in pig heaven.  At the end of the third round, I kneel and eat out his wet, gaping hole.  We both are breathing hard.

I set up the rimseat.  He elects to get under it first.  I sit.  It never fails to surprise me what a different feeling it is—for his tongue to get even deeper into me.  To feel almost helpless.  He kneads his crotch as he licks and spits into my hole.  I take a hit of poppers.  The porn in front of me happens to be a moment of rimming.  I finally close my eyes—and just concentrate on his tongue and the pleasure he is giving me.

We switch.  I eat his stretched-out ass, but not for long.  My balls are screaming for release.  And I want to bury my seed as deeply into Braydon as I can.  In a few minutes, I tap his thighs and tell him to get in the sling.  This two-hour session has made my swimmers beg for a hot, dark hole.

The moment he takes his hit of Maximum Impact, I eat his hole briefly.  I stand up and fuck.  His eyes are on the mirror above him.  Watching my engorged cock pound into him.  Over and over.

I do one more brief licking of his wet hole.  In seconds, I stand back up, push deep and explode…

“Take it…” I grunt.  I grab the top bars of the sling frame and hang on as my balls empty into him…

*

Braydon’s first playroom session, in my old house, is here:  A Farewell Fourway.