My Playroom—February, 2025
I had a lot of sex, that second
full week of February. Monday was the trip
to the bookstore where I had fun with the man with the porn star body. Wednesday, I had a date with Kieran in the
playroom. And another man was booked the
following day to jump in the sling.
Kieran, the married bear
with the super talented mouth, had sent me a number of texts as I was driving home
to Michigan with my brother. They were
all in the vein of ‘let me know once you’re back and I will give that big cock
of yours a workout!’ It had been a full
month since we’d seen each other, so, I did—and we set a date and time.
As Wednesday dawned, I
got a text asking if we could adjust his arrival, as he’d forgotten an
appointment. I agreed. He arrived at my front door a little before
the new time. Breathless. He greeted
me and went directly to the back stairs to go down to the playroom. I grabbed my mug of tea and followed…
He is almost naked as I
enter the playroom. He sits on the bed
and puts his socks back on. He rips off a
once white tee-shirt and tosses it into the chair, saying “Let’s fuck!”
I hang my bathrobe on the
doorknob. I move right in front of
him. I want that talented mouth to get
me hard. I pull back the yellow jock
pouch and my cock falls free. He takes
it into his mouth and it grows firm deep in his throat. Now the real cock sucking begins. His tongue seems to be everywhere: in my piss slit, right under the head or swirling
around the girth of me. Now he deep
throats me. I love the exquisite tightness
of his throat. I let him work on me,
doing whatever pleases the both of us.
“My ass is so hungry for
you,” he says as he pulls off me.
But I deliberately ignore
him. I get on the bed. “I want more of
that mouth.” He repositions and leans
down to do all the same things at a new angle.
Making my cock drip.
“And don’t forget my
balls.”
He makes them very
wet. He lifts them and remembers to dig
his tongue between my balls and my cock ring, something I love. He seems to, too. He can’t seem to get enough. Finally, he sits back up. I relent and get off the bed.
Kieran has knee issues so
we skip the bench go directly to the sling.
He gets in and I kneel in front of his big bear ass. I burrow in and he groans. “I love watching you do that,” he murmurs,
his eyes on the mirror above him. “Eat
my hole and get it ready for that cock.”
I dig in, spitting and
licking it back up. Over and over.
I stand. I push in and fuck. His eyes never leave the mirror. He is rubbing
his own cock in time to my fuck strokes.
I pull out. He is deliciously clean. He has figured out how to get there on these
last two visits. To reward him, I go to
my knees and eat out his freshly fucked hole.
He groans. Then begs for my
cock. “Let me see it slide in!”
I stand up and push it
back in. Forcefully. His eyes go wide, riveted to the mirror above
him. I fuck him harder. His hand jerks in time with me once again.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!!
Noooo!” He is shooting his load,
all over his hairy chest.
I slow down. “Can you keep going?”
“Yeah. Cream my hole.”
I fuck, but I can see the
discomfort on his face. I pull out. I try a smaller toy, to keep his ass open for
me, but that’s worse.
I kneel. I bury my face in his used hole. This makes him moan. My cock is rock hard as I eat him out. I take a hit of poppers and go to town on his
very pronounced ass lips. Something about
having the swollen flesh in my mouth—swollen flesh that my dick helped create—really
turns me on. I suckle them as Kieran
whimpers.
I take a second hit when
the fumes wear off. I keep licking and
sucking and lightly chewing on what was once a tight pucker. Damn, I suddenly realize I can shoot. I stand up and push between those engorged
lips that were just in my mouth and I fire my load into his ass.
All under an hour.
Kieran was apologetic,
but thrilled I could still give him a load.
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