Kieran Gets His Ass Stretched

 My Playroom—January, 2025

 

I came home quickly after my NYE fiasco.  The roads were snow covered, but no ice.  I had a quiet New Year’s Day and prepped the playroom for day two of the new year.  It felt really good to be putting towels under the equipment again.  I had missed my little sanctuary in the basement.  I made the bed and wiped down the fuck bench and the sling frame.

Kieran and I had not played since August.  He is the married man, with a great mouth, who slips out when he can.  His ass had been ‘problematic’ the last couple of times, likely as he had to rush clean out with a spouse around.  I was looking forward to seeing him again.  He usually has only one day a week he can play—and with my busy schedule (and some health issues on his side) meeting up in the fall had been impossible.

I tossed the pillows on the bed—thinking that I would soon be stretching out there as his large, wet mouth enveloped my entire cock…

 

The doorbell rings.  I turn off the computer and go answer the door, cinching my robe closed.  Kieran comes in, coatless in this cold weather.  He is shorter than I, and maybe a few years younger, but not many.   Work on his farm keeps him in decent shape.  He grins and heads right down to the playroom where he strips off.  I grab my tea and follow.

We chat more than usual.  He’s had a major health issue in the fall, just as I was leaving the state.  He is feeling fine now, he says, sitting on the bed.  And he can’t wait to get his mouth on my dick.   I turn the porn on.  The television is ablaze with naked men.  He watches the 8-man orgy for a moment, but the second I ditch the robe, his focus is on my swollen mound in my not-so-dirty jock.

“Let me get that thing hard.”

I twist my dick and balls out of the fabric.  He guides the swelling shaft into his mouth.  It feels wonderfully to become full hard inside him, with his tongue constantly moving against the underside of my dripping head.  I just stand still and let him do the work.

Licking.

Swallowing.

Tonguing.

Deep throating.

All, over and over again.

I know I am dripping precum like crazy.  And he loves that.  He manipulates my balls, all but milking them to keep it coming.  He pulls off and drools a mouth full onto my cock shaft.  He licks it up and sighs contentedly.

I suggest I lie down.  He gets up and lets me get comfortable.  He gets between my splayed legs.  This gives him better access to my scrotum.  He spends long minutes tonguing my hairy balls.  Finally, he licks up the shaft and takes me to the root in this position.  All with nary a tooth.

“I love your cock in my mouth, but I do want it up my ass, too.”

We skip the fuck bench, as his knees are bad, and go right to the sling.  It’s a slight process to get him into it as it is set for my tall height.  I hang a chain straight down from the top of the frame.  He can grab it and it helps him to hold onto it as he rolls back into the leather.  He chooses to keep his legs straight, resting on the chains.  I go to my knees.  I need to spread his full ass slightly so my tongue can get into his pucker. 

He groans.  “I’d forgotten how good that feels.”

I dig in.  I pause, take a sip of tea to warm up my tongue, and burrow in again.  He sighs.  I grease up my cock with coconut oil as I spit into his hole.  I stand up and slide in.  He opens easily.  His hole is incredibly warm.  He breathes deeply—and then I begin the first fuck of the afternoon.  Slow.  Measured.  Building to a nice hard hip-slapping-that-full-ass moment.  It becomes the only sound in the playroom drowning out the porn guys.

I pull out.  I want to eat his ass again.  I surreptitiously check my dick.  He has done a great clean out today.  It changes my whole mood about his hole.  I go to my knees and eat him again—reveling in the freshly fucked feel of his ass on my tongue.  I can’t stop.

“Give me your dick again.”

I stand up and fuck.  Harder.  More insistent.  The sling frame creaks and swings.

I stop dead.  I bring my wet cock to his mouth.   He loves the taste of his hole.  “I can see why you keep eating me out.”

I nod.  I go back to the business end of the sling, kneel and tongue his worked-out hole some more. 

In the past he has not been interested in toys, but I grab my trusty egg headed dildo.  I grease it up.  He gasps as it pushes into him.  Its head is bigger than me.  I twist it slowly.  I pound the end of the toy.  He makes contented noises.  I stand up and add my dick.  His eyes widen.  He can’t believe it. 

“So….full….” 

I fuck.  I pull out.  I twist the toy and shove myself in again.  He groans out his delight.

Now I feel like I want to show him the toy box.  I pull out the curved toy with the little head and all those ridges as it gets thicker.  He takes the first three inches as if it were a bread stick, but the next few inches give him a good stretch.  I pull it out and do it again.  Then upside down so the curve is going the opposite way.  He can’t take his eyes off the mirror.

I pull out another toy GaryM left me—one I haven’t used before, even on him.  It has a black handle.  Then there is a long elliptical shaft, which is hollowed out on one side.  I think it’s a way to get more lube in your bottom (or piss or your boyfriend’s cum.)  Right now, it’s just fucking his hole.  I stand up and I find I can add my dick to this toy, too.  My cock half fills the hollow.  It, too, is a great double fuck toy.  Who knew?  I like how soft the toy is against my dick.

“Now this one is different,” I tell him.  “It’s stainless steel.”  I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  The thick oval head slides easily into his now open hole.  He is surprised by the coolness of it.  He can take it quite deep.  For the first time with this toy, I add my dick.  The handle is so thin, it’s no problem at all.  I love how my head smashes into the steel ball and the handle goes under my balls and the end actually touches my pucker.  I like the leather feel of it there as I fuck him hard.

I give him a moment of rest.  I find the ass grommet, the sleeve to super-size my cock.  I grease it up.  With one push he takes me wearing it, gasping. 

“Fuck, yes!”

I fuck him, but I think I have it slightly turned on my shaft.  It is not very comfortable for me this time, so we stop.

“One more.  A gift from my brother’s playroom.”

His eyes widen as he sees the fat, three-tiered butt plug.  But his ass is up for it.  I work in.  Repeatedly.

“How’s that hole feel?”

Words fail him for a moment.  “Fantastic…”

I go to my knees.  He ass lips are incredible big now, engorged with blood.  I suck first one and then the other into my mouth.  Damn, I am so turned on with them in my mouth.  My cock is drooling like crazy.  I take a hit of poppers.  It only increases the lust for those swollen lips on my tongue.  I feel them pulse.  It is driving me over the top.

I stand up.  I fuck three or four strokes and breed his ass with an intense moan of sheer lust…