My Playroom—April, 2025
I was excited. Keith was coming back to the playroom. I hadn’t minded packing up the equipment to
go to his place, but it was just easier to be in my own little den of iniquity. I had done nothing on the Sunday after the
house party, so my balls were full for Keith on this sunny Monday afternoon.
He arrived, looking as
hot as always. We hugged and we went
straight to the basement. I shut the
door and turned on the porn as he got naked.
Keith is now in his 50’s but you’d not know it. He stood there, naked, his cock plumping and
asked the best possible question: “Where do you want me…?”
I don’t answer. I go and sit on the fuck bench, that is still
in the padded table position. I spread
my legs as I point to the floor in front of me.
He kneels. His mouth is all over
the discolored fabric of the jock. He
tongues it. He pulls it aside and sighs
as his tongue finds my balls. He suckles
each one before he moves to my elongated dick.
He licks up the shaft before taking me into his throat for the first of
countless times today. He sucks me for a
bit, then moves back to my balls. And
under them. I lean back, but it’s not as
comfortable as I want it to be.
“Let’s move to the bed.” His face lights up. I lie down so he can work on all of me below
the waist, just as he had at his house.
His tongue is everywhere. Balls,
perineum, cock, piss slit and back again to where he started. He starts for my asshole, but I stop
him. I want to save that treat for later.
Finally, Keith comes up
for air. He is breathing slightly hard,
but the look on his face is ecstatic. “I need to eat your ass,” I tell him, pointing
to the flattened fuck bench. He gets up
and gets on all fours. I kneel behind
him and my tongue connects with his slightly puffy ass lips. I dig in.
He sighs. He remembers the mirror
on the side wall that show him just what I’m doing. His gaze is riveted to watching me eat him
out. I can’t get enough of his
hole. It is juicing more and more as my
tongue invades him.
Finally, I stand up. My very red cock pushes into him. Keith gasps.
I wait for his breathing to change.
When it does, I begin a slow in and out.
He moans in pleasure. I pick up speed. Soon my hips are slapping his upturned
ass. I stop abruptly. I pull out and give him my cock to
clean. He licks his ass lube off it,
mumbling a little incoherently about how good it is. I go back and fuck him again. Another cleaning.
“Let’s move to the sling.”
He gets in, his legs up
on the chains. I move to the side of the
sling. He assumes I’m feeding him my
cock again. But I’m not. I unsnap the wrist restraints hanging above
his head and put them on him. His eyes
get slightly wider as I buckle them in place.
“You said you wanted to try some new things. Is this okay?”
He nods. And I fasten his wrists up on the sling chains
above his head. “No jerking while I fuck
you,” I grin. I do his ankles and attach
them to the chains. I love the look of
him trussed up. I go to my knees and eat
his juicy hole. I stand up and fuck. I eat him out again. And fuck.
Keith is groaning. He is so used to either feeling himself or
touching my head as I rim, that not being able to move is really new. As I go to eat his hole again, I remember how
Jake had suggested attaching the chain in the middle of the sling frame, so I
could clip his legs to it so they were straight up. I add the chain and move him. Keith moans his approval. I grab the leather blindfold.
“I’ve never done this…”
he mumbles as I re-size it for his head.
I black out his vision, with the soft lambskin, on the inside, covering
his face.
“Okay?”
He nods. Not quite trusting himself to speak. I eat his ass. I fuck him.
I have him clean my cock. But
everything feels different now. He can’t
tell what I’m going to do before I do it.
I fill my mouth with my warm tea before I eat him out again. He groans at the temperature change. I eat.
I fuck. The next time I take a
drink of the ice water that is always in the playroom. He really moans as my cold tongue burrows
into him. I fuck him again. Hard.
Fast. Rocking the sling frame.
I stick my dick in his
mouth and remove the blindfold. He tells
me how much he loved it. I unclip him
and help him out of the sling. “My turn,”
I tell him. “I want you to lick my ass.” I jump in the sling, my legs on the chains. “Pass me the blindfold.” He gets it from where it hangs on the corner
of the frame. I put it on and ‘go away’…letting
his tongue do anything he wants to me.
He licks, he tongue-fucks me. He does
my balls. Licks up the shaft of my
dripping cock—and burrows into my ass again, tongue fucking my precum into my
hole. I bring my knees to my chest,
tilting my ass up slightly. Keith moans…and
goes deeper with his tongue…
*
I slowly come back to reality
and tell him we should get me out of the sling.
I take off the blindfold. For a moment, I feel slightly unsteady on my
feet as I stand up. We hug—before I pull
the rimseat from the wall and move it next to the bed.
“Who’s under first?” I
ask.
“Please let me. I want you to sit on my face so bad.”
I nod and let him lie
down. I lower the seat and sit
down. I take a hit of poppers and get
lost as he licks out my hole once again.
But it feels different now. Even
more connected with each other. When my
head clears, I abruptly stand up. I grab
the spreader bar and clip it to the ankle restraints. I roll his legs up. He grabs the bar along with me, rotating his
ass off the mat and into perfect fuck position.
I fuck him hard, before letting his legs down. I sit again on the rimseat. He thanks me by letting his tongue be even
more active.
“You want my dick again?”
I am pretty sure he
answers “Please, Sir,” but it’s hard to tell with his face pressed so tightly
to my ass. I get up, pull the bar up and
fuck him hard. He reaches for his own
cock, and then thinks better of it. “I’d
have shot,” he admits. I let his legs
relax and sit on his face one last time.
Again, he burrows deep, mumbling out how good I taste.
We return to the bed, at
his suggestion. “I need your balls,” he says
simply. He can’t get enough of the sex
sweat that has built up where they meet my body. He licks and licks, his tongue moving
non-stop. Once again, he plays with his
cock, but stops himself, just before he shoots.
“Fuck me. Please.”
I’m delighted to get him
back in the sling. His oral work on my
balls has me on the edge. He hops in. I spend a little time on his ass, returning
the rimming favor. It just gets me
hotter. I stand up and slip inside him.
“Fuck!” he croons. “Breed me.”
I nod and begin the final
anal assault. It grows and grows. I am panting.
I know my orgasm is seconds away, and…
It’s there. I am flooding him with seed. Every nerve in my cock is firing and I blast
it deep into his guts…
After I recover, I stay
inside him, encouraging Keith to shoot himself.
He tries—and though he was so close before—he can’t quite get there. “Over stimulated,” he sighs. I tell him to get home and relive the scene, while
fingering my cum in his hole. He
nods. “I will.”
I am pretty sure that
worked for him.
"Over Stimulated"...been there-done that! These wonderfully long play sessions can leave you physically drained. On one hand it feels so amazing you don't want it to end. You have been fighting the urge to just explode. But by now every fiber of your being is so electrified you can't concentrate on the actual cum shot. By this point it doesn't really matter. The journey itself has been exhilarating. But by time Keith gets home he is going to need relief. and will relive every stimulating minute. Knowing that load is still churning around inside of him. He'll
ReplyDeletefinger his destroyed hole and maybe be rewarded with a few drops and his own built-up load will finally be released. All the more powerful for the wait.
I hope that he did just that...feeling my load leak out of him as he recalled burying his face in my ass...until he shoots!
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