A Surprise for Keith

My Playroom—September, 2024

I was pleased to get a text from Keith.  He is so damn good looking.  (Over six feet tall, with his hair tightly cropped and lots of work at the gym, maintaining his 50+ body.)  He wanted to come to the playroom and be used hard.  We talked dates and settled on the last Sunday of the month.  He couldn’t get there until the evening.  I napped during the afternoon, wanting to be at my best for him, as it was later than I usually play anymore.

He arrived right on time.  It had been a hot day—and Keith was in shorts and a tight tee.  He looked great.  We hugged.  I could feel that his dick was semi-hard as it pressed into my cock, supported by my current grungy jockstrap.  He went off to the bathroom to make sure everything was still good after his car trip.  I went down to the playroom and turned on the porn.

In moments, Keith was there.  He stripped down to socks and a jock, as the cement floor was cool.

“Let me suck that cock,” he said, grinning…

 

I lay down on the bed, my legs splayed.  Keith kneels between my legs.  He is a great sucker—and knows what I like.  He starts on my balls, getting them really wet.  His tongue is constantly moving over the hairy sacks.  Slowly he works up the shaft.  He avoids taking the drooling head into his mouth.  He licks and licks…and suddenly he is sucking, taking me to the root.  He does it over and over.

“Have I ever done my mint trick with you?”

I shake my head.  He gets up and pops two hard candy mints into his mouth.  He settles back between my legs and starts sucking me.  At first, I can’t feel anything.  And then the tingle starts.  It is a nice change. My piss slit is alive—in a very pleasant way.

“I sometimes use more in my mouth, but that can get pretty intense.”

He sucks me until they are totally dissolved.  When I no longer feel them, we move to the sling.  I eat his ass.  I have some tricks of my own.  I take a sip of my hot tea and lick him out.  He groans.  I do it again.

“Hot…” he mumbles.

So, I take a sip of cool water and force my now colder tongue into him.  I hear him jerk his cock above me.  I stop the temperature play and just dig into his delicious ass.  In moments, I stand and fuck him for the first of countless times over the next two hours.  I fuck him hard.  I remember that he likes my hand on his throat.  I clamp down and deprive him of air for a moment.  I relax it and he gasps in pleasure.

I pull out and bring my we cock to his mouth.  He cranes around tastes his ass on my dick.  I go back and push into his butt once more.  I fuck him just as hard—this time three fingers are in his mouth and throat.  He loves this just as much.  He chokes slightly as I withdraw them.

“Let me rim your ass,” he pleads.  He doesn’t have to ask twice.  We switch places.  My legs go up on the chains.  He kneels and inhales.  “I love your scent,” he whispers.  His tongue finds my pucker and he begins to lick.  I close my eyes.  I let him do whatever he wants with his tongue all over my perineum, balls and hole.  He moans as he burrows in.  I do, too.  I take a hit of poppers and just let him work on me. 

“Would it be okay for you to sit on the rimseat?”

I come back to reality.  I get out of the sling and set it up.  He lies on the thick mat, expectantly.  I stand astride his chest.  I sit down slowly, teasing him a little.  He digs in the moment I settle.  It feels so different here.  He can go deeper.  I let him do whatever he wants—as I sit there and watch the porn.  Stroking my drooling dick.

Finally, I stand up.  “I want your ass on the bench.”  He gets up and out from under the seat.  He kneels, presenting that hot ass for my inspection.  I rim him briefly, before I stand up and fuck.  Then I rim.  And fuck.  He cleans my cock after the second fuck.  I use his saliva to slip in a third time.

“Are you up for something different?” I ask.

He is.  I get him in the sling.  I go up to the freezer.  I have been making a Devil’s Dick.  I see that the tag on the bottle says 14 loads.  But I am certain, that the last two I shot in it, didn’t get recorded.  The condom has been hanging in my old vitamin bottle.

I go down and show him, explaining what it is.  “I have 16 frozen loads for your ass.”  I dangle the bulging condom full of cum in front of his face.

“Do they go in frozen?”

I nod.  I cut the condom, below the knot.  I peel the latex off and begin to push the frozen nugget of cum into his hole.  He pants, then concentrates on relaxing his hole—and it pops in.

“I love feeling it melt on my cock,” I tell him.

I push in.  It’s there—and melting fast.  I fuck him slowly, churning all those loads into his butt.

I pull out and bring him my cum covered cock.  He really loves, tasting it.  And the thick plastic bottle has prevented freezer burn.  It tastes like fresh cum.

I go to his ass and kneel.  I dig in.  The melting cum is still slightly cool to my tongue.  I lick him for a long time.  I stand, lean across him and snowball some into his mouth.  He takes it gratefully. 

I fuck him again, reveling in his jizz filled ass.  He cleans my dick once more, before I catch the cum with my tongue that is dribbling from his ass.

“I’m gonna get under the rimseat…”

I do, the moment he is out of the sling.  He sits on it.  My tongue pokes into his cum flavored hole.  I can certainly taste the jizz—but it is not dripping out of him as I expected.  I poke and prod.  He groans.  And suddenly, I am rewarded.  It’s an avalanche of cum slipping out of his ass and into my mouth.  I moan.  Keith can feel it flow out of him.  He begins squeezing down, emptying his ass onto my tongue.  I am awash in semen.  It’s everywhere.  In my mouth, and matted in my beard.  I stop jerking myself—as I don’t want to shoot.

When the flow stops, I clean up his ass.  He suddenly stands—my tongue is so intense on his hole.

“I want to shoot,” I tell him.

“Me, too…”

I get him in the sling.  There is a lovely film of cum still in his hole for my fucking pleasure.  Keith’s cock erects as I fuck.  He grabs it and begins jerking.  “Let me cum first,” he pleads.  And he does, just moments later.  He splatters his seed all over his stomach.  I mop some up, and coat my cock with it.

“Breed me!”

And I do, in just a few more strokes.  I love thinking about all the mingled loads in his ass.  And I’m even more pleased, he doesn’t shower before getting dressed.  He takes my load(s) home…