Jaylen's Wet Hole

My Playroom—March, 2025

The next day I had action in the playroom.  Jaylen, the young man I met about two years ago, wanted a return visit to the playroom.  He has a complicated work schedule, but we found time we were both available on the Saturday afternoon.  Once again, his choice was to come to the playroom as opposed to fucking at his apartment.  He loved the atmosphere and the fuck furniture.

Jaylen is a very punctual young man.  He arrived a minute before our agreed time.  He was a little nervous as I greeted him at the door.  We headed right down the stairs…

 

Jaylen strips off as we catch up on each other’s lives.  He is close to 30 now.  His hair is long.   Really long.  His build is cubbish, but there is not a hair on his body below his neck. He keeps a designer jock on.  And socks, with the cool floor.  I ditch my robe, hanging it on the doorknob.  When I turn back into the room, Jaylen is already kneeling, ready to serve.

“Get my cock hard.”

I step closer.  My mound of cock and balls, covered by the least used jock in my rotation, presses into his nose.  He huffs the scent.  He squeezes his own hidden cock in response.  My pouch is pulled aside and he begins to suck me.  Each time we meet, he is better at handling my thickness in his mouth.  I hold him in place after a bit and fuck his face.  He gurgles happily, until I let him go to proceed at his own pace.

He eventually pulls off my cock and nuzzles into my balls.  “Get them wet,” I tell him.  He does, lapping away at the hairy orbs.  I lift them and his tongue goes under, connecting with my cock ring.  He whimpers a little as his tongue hits the hard metal.  And sighs as he licks the tightening sack.

“Let’s get you into the sling.” 

Today, he rolls back into it easily.  His legs go up and are secured.  I kneel and pull apart his generous ass cheeks to get to his hole.  He groans as my tongue flicks across his tight pucker.  I work on it a long time.  I want to be able to get into him a little more easily, today, than in previous sessions.  I work hard, and Jaylen relaxes, his hole is now inviting me in.  I stand up.  My cock pushes into him.  Slowly.  Steadily.  He pants.  I am buried to the hilt now.  He wills himself to relax.  And he does.  I begin a slow fuck.  He moans, lost in sensation, with his eyes closed tight.

He opens them as I pick up speed.  His eyes lock on the mirror above him, watching my cock pound into his ass.  I finally slow, pull out and go to my knees to taste my cock juices in his ass.  His ass is amazingly juicy after my assault.  My tongue works into him as deeply as I can get it.  As I do, I grease up the smallest butt plug.  I slip in in and tell him we should move to the bench.

Today I have it as a flat padded table, so the usually raised middle section won’t be uncomfortable for him.  He kneels on it, liking his reflection in the mirror dead ahead of him.  I kneel and work out the plug.  I stick my tongue in his slight gape.  He gasps—and then moans as I tongue fuck him.  I stand up and fuck.  Hard.  Faster than before.  I pull out.  “Taste your ass.  See why I can’t keep my mouth off your hole.”  I feed him his cock, wet from his ass.  He hesitates a fraction of a second before he takes it in his mouth.  He moans as he cleans it.  He loves his juices as much as I do.

I fuck him again and have him clean me.  And I repeat it all a third time…

*

We take a quick break.  While he has some water, I pull out the rimseat.  This is new for him.  I get under it and invite him to sit on my face.  He does.  His large ass all but seals my mouth to his hole.  If I want air, I have to turn to the side—but I don’t.  At least not yet.  I love eating his hole and not being able to breathe.  I finally gulp for air and my tongue goes right back into him.

I realize that I hadn’t said my usual thing about riding my cock and then sitting back on my face.  Just as I’m thinking it, Jaylen stands up.  He moves so he is astride my cock and sits on it.  He gasps.  I groan.  He rides me, pounding himself down on my dick.

“Let me taste that hole again...” I mutter.

He ignores me for another minute—and then pulls himself up with a delightfully wet squishy sound and sits back on the seat.  His hole is the wettest I’ve ever seen it.  Ever pore is oozing his homemade lube to protect his insides from that fat intruder between my legs.  He pants.  The act of my tongue fucking him is driving him crazy.  Every nerve ending around his hole is screaming. 

We only stop so that I can finally get some air.  Jaylen gets on all fours on the bed as I sit on the mat and slow my breathing. 

“Fuck me.”

I stand and fuck him, his head buried in a pillow.  I realize as I plow him, that the rimseat has gotten my balls working overtime.  I am actually close to shooting.  I don’t want to do it like this—I want to watch his face as I breed him.  I slow my anal assault and ask it he’ll get in the sling again.

Jaylen is more than willing.  “You going to breed me?” he asks as he lies back and raises his legs to the stirrups.

“You bet.”

I go to my knees and, once again, bury my face in his wet ass.  He pulls his cock out of the jock as I lick him out once more.  He begins to jerk it as I stand and slide into him.  I am even more ready to unload than I thought.  I could do it right now.  I hold it another moment.  It is an exquisite agony.

“Oh, fuck!  Take it!!”

I am squirting into him, flooding his already wet hole with my cum.

“Yesssss,” he croons.  He beats his cock as I stay still, buried inside him.  In moments, he is covering himself with his cum. My hand smears it around on his belly.  I take my cummy fingers and run them down his crack as I pull out of his ass.  I push some of his semen inside him so it can mingle with mine, making him wetter still…