My Playroom—February, 2025
The very next day, the
sling was in use again. I had arranged
for Joseph, the young man who had just moved to the area, to make a return visit. He was eager, but mentioned that this time he
would need to do an evening. I was fine
with that, but told him I wouldn’t fully hydrate for piss as I didn’t want to
be up every hour to piss after he leaves.
He understood. I was now really
looking forward to it after the abbreviated play time with Kieran’s quick cumming.
Joseph texts me from the
drive that he’s here. He’s of that
generation that doesn’t know what a doorbell is for…I let him in and we go
downstairs. I am wearing my robe and
boots, with a medium used jock. Joseph
strips down to a pink jock. It looks
great, framing his very furry ass. He
comes over to hug me. His arms go around
my chest, my hands instinctively cup his hairy ass cheeks. We grind our bodies together.
“Get hard in my mouth,
Daddy.”
He doesn’t have to ask me
twice. I go and lean on the fuck
bench. He kneels and inhales the
jock. “Fuck, you smell good….” He buries
his mouth on the pouch. My cock begins
to go from plumped to hard. He pulls the
fabric to the side and takes me into his mouth.
In moments, thanks to his busy tongue, I am fully erect. I hear him fumble with his own cock, freeing
it from the fabric. He strokes as he
fully deep throats me. He pulls off me,
with a long string of deep throat spit connecting his mouth and my dick. I wind it around the shaft, while looking
into his cock hungry eyes. He takes me
to the root again. When he pulls off me,
all the saliva pools on my balls.
“Clean them up.” My voice is soft but authoritative. He does, his tongue slurping up the
mess. This makes him jerk harder. I lift the cleaned up hairy sack and tell him
to clean under them.
He does. But for only a second. “Oh, fuck, Daddy…”
He stops. He’s shot a big load that is coating the once
clean jock.
I can’t believe it’s
happened again. On back-to-back days…
“I can keep going. Really.”
“Get up on the bench.” He crawls up, having worked most of the load
into the fabric of the jock. I get a
finger full of jizz before he move and smear it down his ass crack as he presents
his butt to me. I kneel and lick him
clean of the cum clinging to all that hair.
Then I burrow into his hole. He
groans. I re-double the strength of my
attack. I am truly tongue fucking him
and he loves it.
I stand up. I rub my cock head up and down his furry
crack, before prodding at his pucker with my wet head. I deliberately don’t go in. Just tease it. I walk around and give him my
cock to suck. “Taste your hole.”
He groans and cleans my
cock of our combined sex flavors. I go back
to his ass and eat him out again. In
earnest. His hole opens with all the
attention.
I remember that last time
he wanted the first fuck in the sling, so he could relax. I tell him to hop in. He does, his ankles in the stirrups before I
can assist. I kneel and spit on his hole
three times. I stand up and work my rock-hard
cock into him. He pants, but takes me
with little effort. He closes his eyes
and seems far away.
And his cock stands up
again.
I begin moving in and
out. His hand finds his dick. He doesn’t jerk it, he just holds it, squeezing
it occasionally. I build to a hard
driving fuck. He takes it, egging me on
to really use him. I pull out and make
him taste his ass jizz on my cock. He licks
me clean, craning over the edge of the sling to get every inch of me.
I fuck him again. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh
fills the small room.
I work the tiniest butt
plug into him. He moans as his ass lips
close around the thin shaft at the end of it.
I bend and taste the pearl of jizz that has appeared on the end of his
dick. He moans.
I realize I have some
piss. I work out the toy, before I cover
his balls with my pale stream. It sluices
down his ass crack. Still pissing, I
poke some into his slightly gaping hole.
I don’t fill him like last time, just a jet or two before I run
dry. I go to my knees and lick up his
dripping flesh. He is so hairy below the
waist, the piss just clings to him, waiting for my tongue to lap it up. I love how wet my face is when I am
done.
And my cock is
raging. I stand up and fuck him. Hard.
He moans with each thrust. I only
stop when I have to catch my breath.
“I want you to sit on my
face,” I tell him as I help him out of the sling.
He starts for the
rimseat, to pull it out from the wall.
“No. On the bed so your butt really covers my
face.”
He grins as I lie
down. He steps up, straddling my chest. Slowly he brings his still damp ass down to
my face. His slightly open hole connects
with my mouth. My tongue works into
him. It finds the dribble of piss inside
him. I lick and swallow. He presses down on me. Cutting off my air on purpose.
“Jerk that dick, Daddy,
as you eat me out.”
I mumble something.
“I need to go home, Daddy,
and I want you to cum.” He grinds down
on my face, that wet fur feeling terrific—and my tongue going deeper into his
hole.
“Shoot for me!”
And that does it. I spurt a gusher all over myself. He leans to taste it, letting me catch some welcome
gasps of air…
And a link to his first visit last month: A New Furry Ass Visits the Playroom
