Salt & Pepper Offers his Ass in the Playroom

 My Playroom—June, 2024

 

So, it was now two trips to my usual sexual haunts—and two rather mediocre experiences.  Neither were horrible, but neither really got off the ground (or got me off.)  On the trip home from the second one, I realized that some of it was just that odd period of adjustment I always get when I come home from something like Fornication Weekend (or IML or CLAW.)  At those weekend events, everything is focused on sex and pleasure.  One of the great things about those weekends is the feeling that sex is everywhere around you.  Every man you see may be a possible partner.  Everyone is looking and hoping…and connecting.  And I think it’s fair to say that the attendees of such weekends (who usually play more often even in their normal lives) are likely to have greater skills—certainly better than one of the men at the lounge who told me he got away from his wife only once a month so he could try to find a cock to suck.  Practice!  Practice!!  Practice!!!

Fortunately for me, the hot bottom who’d attended the group session at the top of the month, had contacted me.  He wanted some one-on-one time.  He was eager to see the playroom.  He made the drive down on the very last day of June… 

 

He looks great.  We are likely around the same age.  He is shorter than I remember, now that I see him out of the sling.  He has maintained with a regular gym routine.  His chest is defined and covered in that salt and pepper fur that drives me crazy.  He strips down in the playroom to a well-worn blue jock and black boots.  “I remembered your boots at the party, so I brought these along.”  He looks great.  And I love that he’d been observant about my kinks and fetishes…

I am in the dirtiest of my jocks, stained from its heavy use at Fornication Weekend with all that cum that was in David-SF’s ass during our climatic fuck.  I lean against the fuck bench, my legs spread.  Salt & Pepper, as I christened him in the group write-up, comes over.  He kneels, eye level with the obscene bulge in my jock.  He inhales.  And sighs.  He buries his nose in the fabric. 

“You’ve been busy.”

I tell him a little about Fornication Weekend as he begins tonguing the rough, fragrant fabric.  He moans a little, recognizing some of the pornsters.  He peels back the cloth and my dick springs out, slapping his nose.  He gobbles me down.  He’s good.  His mouth is wet.  At our first meeting, he only sucked me after each time we fucked.  Now I’m getting the full treatment—and I am loving it.  He moves to my balls with no direction from me.  He leaves them wet and slimy, as he licks up my column of flesh and swallows me down once more.

“Get up on the bench.”

He does.  He mentions the mirror dead ahead of him.  I point out the one to the side, that shows him his whole body.  He watches as my face is buried between his downy ass cheeks.  I burrow into his hole.  He opens easily.  He is a hot mixture of not loose, but not tight.  I lick and spit.  My cock is raging.  I stand up and fuck him for the first time today.  He moans.  He babbles a little, caught up in the overload of feelings.  I fuck him slowly.  Deliberately.  Making him take my full length with every stroke.

“Fuck me hard!”

I speed up.  Faster and faster.  I pull out.  He instantly cranes around, letting me know he wants his ass juices on his tongue.  I move to his head and feed him.  He moans.

I fuck him again.  Harder, from the moment I enter him.

He cleans me once more.  I move to the bed and sit.  I grab the exercise mat I use for the rimseat and spread it between my feet.  He knows to kneel.  And his mouth is all over my cock and balls.  He licks up his juices on my balls and our combined fluids on my cock head.  I tell him to try to get his tongue between my balls and my cock ring.  He tries.  I moan.

He loves this.  “So hot…”  He spends a lot of time there, occasionally dipping a little lower on my perineum.  Does he want to rim me?  I can’t quite tell.

We move to the sling.  I check the timing on the porn I turned on as he undressed.  35 minutes.  We agreed to the meet, knowing it would be slightly rushed as he had some other commitment in the evening.  I kneel between his stirruped ankles and eat his hole once more.  His asslips are now slightly puffy.  And delicious.  I tongue fuck him.  Over and over.  Only stopping to stand up and slip my cock into him.  His eyes are on the overhead mirror.  He sees my cock slide in and out.  His cock half-erects inside his jock, twisting the blue fabric. 

I free his cock.  I bend and lick up his pre-cum.  I go to my knees and shove it into his ass.  My cock fucks him again, using his own natural lube.  When I pause the fuck, I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cleans me off—swallowing our combined juices.

We take a quick water break.  I jump in the sling, telling him it’s easy access to get his tongue once more between my cockring and tight ball sack.  I also want to see if he wants to tongue anything else.  He sticks to my balls—and that is just fine.  I swear his tongue is making them work harder; my precum is gushing.

I pull out the rimseat.  We start with him sitting on my face.  Delicious.  He knows he can bounce on my cock anytime he wants—as long as he comes back up to my tongue for my pleasure.  He waits a long time, reveling in how deep my tongue is in him.  “I should have sat on your face at the party, not just your dick!” he groans.  I lap at his puffy asslips, before going deep inside him repeatedly.

He moves.  He fucks himself on my cock.  First facing me.  Then, a longer time, riding me and facing the television.  He dutifully pulls off my cock with his ass making a hot, wet sucking sound.  He settles back on my face, his ass dripping his natural lube onto my tongue.  Neither of us want to go anywhere—we are very happy right where we are…

*

S&P finally stands up.  I ask him to lean on the fuck bench.  He does as I get up.  I kneel behind him and eat his hole.  He moans as I stand up thinking I’m about to fuck him.  But I piss his ass crack instead.  I don’t know how he’ll react, but he loves it.  “Shove some in me.”  I do, just a little as I my flow recedes.  I fuck him with the piss in his hole.

“Now let me eat it out.”

We go back to the rimseat.  I can taste the piss on his crack, but there is not enough in his ass to even drip into my mouth.  But it is still a hot moment as I lick out his butt.

I know I need to get him on the road home.  But I want it to be on the road home with my load deep inside him.  We go back to the sling.  I am so ready to paint his ass with my cum.  He wants it, too.  He is talking in really hot, dirty terms about my load and how he’ll keep it in him all the way home.

I am so damn close. I fuck him harder.

“I want to feel your cum leak out of me as I drive…”

That does it.  I fire off all the pent-up loads since I got home.  A week’s worth of cum coats his insides.  His eyes never leave my contorted face as I fire off volley after volley.

I marinate inside him for a long time.  I want him to clean my cock, but not until I can stand it.  I slowly pull out.  I push the trickle of cum back into him.  I take my cock to his mouth.  He cleans me thoroughly—his cock finally fully erecting as he does it…

*

My first meet of Salt & Pepper is here: Group Sex:Two Tongues Share a Wet Ass