My Playroom—June, 2025
I had a text from Kieran,
the married guy with the great mouth. He
wanted to come to the playroom to be used.
He was free on Thursday, a day that he usually can’t get away. I agreed.
The meet started really well. He
sat on the bed and I stood before him.
He gave me really great head. But
he wanted more. So we switched to the
sling. I fucked for a moment, and
quickly discovered he’d rushed his clean out.
(Perhaps hard to take the time required with a wife around.) He was uncomfortable about using my cleaning equipment. After a thorough wash, we tried to go back to
just oral…but the spell had been broken…
We called it a day.
Near Home—June, 2025
Now it was Friday,
usually a good day at the bookstore. I arrived
right around 1:30pm…
I enter the dark room. It feels darker after the bright sunny day
outside. My usual seat is empty. The cock sucking couple is here. I nod to Shy One, sitting near the entrance,
watching his partner give head to a man in the back corner. I sit down and take out my swelling
cock. I hope that Shy One will get me
started, but he doesn’t move.
Instead, the old man who
loves to run a finger over my piss slit and lick himself clean, moves to sit
next to me. Moments later, his soft hand
plays with my slit. And again, until I
produce the juices he longs to taste. My
balls give him what he wants. He licks
himself clean and he sighs.
Another man, slightly
older than me, and one I have not seen here before, gets up. He kneels in front of me, now that he sees I
am open to play. He leans in to suck the
head of my cock while his right hand grasps the shaft. Too tightly.
I wince. He eases up, but only
slightly. He proceeds to jerk my dick,
thinking I’ll shoot in the next 30 seconds as his mouth is on me, too.
Nicely, I tell him his
mouth feels great, but not the hand. He
removes his fist, takes me a little deeper in his mouth and decides not to
bother with my dick at all. He gets up
and sits down, glaring at the other older man who is fingering my piss slit
again.
I hear a repressed groan
from behind us. Shaved Head has gotten
the load from the man he’s been sucking.
After a few minutes of recovery time, Shaved Head shows up at my
shoulder. He hefts my dick, kneels and
begins sucking me in earnest. I like the
idea that another man’s load is still, at least partially, on his tongue. He works me hard, but his knees tire, before
I could possibly give him a second load.
He gets up and the couple go off for a late lunch.
I sit and stroke. The old man next to me makes just occasional
swipes of my slit, now. Still turned on
by my taste. Finally, he leaves. The guy with the grip of death leaves a few
minutes later. There are two other men here,
but I don’t know either. One, of course,
on his phone—the other avidly watching the straight porn. I choose to just jerk for the moment. A long one.
It’s at least 15 minutes until the door opens.
It's Cute College Kid. Perfect.
He sits next to me and takes out his cock. I haven’t seen him since I finally loaded his
ass. I hope he wants me inside him
again.
He smiles at me again,
and leans down, rather awkwardly from his chair seat, to suck my cock. It’s a bad angle, but he’s cute and enthusiastic. He straightens up, just as my cock is nicely
juicing.
“Suck me,” he whispers.
I go to my knees and take
his cock into my mouth. The moment I
have him buried in my throat, he pulls me off him. “Let’s move.” And he points to the seats in
the back corner. He’s never been shy
before—and the two men in the room have barely looked at us. But we move.
He strips off his pants before he sits down. I go to my knees and suck his cock. He uses his hands to hold me in place when I
go deep. This is different. He feels very demanding today. I don’t mind, but it’s surprising. I lick up the length of his shaft. His prick is dripping profusely. I clean him up.
“Balls,” he tells me.
I am happy to lick the
fragrant orbs. They have been out in the
hot weather for a good portion of the day.
I suckle them clean. I lift them
and lick his perineum. He groans and
pulls me back up to his balls. Again, I
move under them, my tongue headed to his ass hole.
“Not yet,” he commands. He’s getting off on telling me what to
do. I’m just fine with that. He directs me to suck his cock some
more. I do. I can feel he’s close. He senses it to. He pulls me off his dick and stands up. “Eat me.”
He turns and kneels on
the chair seat. I bury my face in his
crack. Instantly his left hand comes
back and hold my head in place, his right being busy on his cock. I lap at his crack and try to burrow into his
hole. He releases me and lets me slobber
all over his pucker. I grease up my cock
as I do it. Finally, I know I need to
fuck. I stand up and try to push into
him.
“No,” he hisses squirming
away from me, “not with those guys here.”
He’s never cared about an
audience. I go back to my knees. I am quite happy tongue fucking his hole. And so is he.
Suddenly, he moves around, desperate to feed me his load. He turns just in time to let me take his cock
into my mouth. I am rewarded with a
gushing of sperm down my throat. He groans. I clean up his dick. He’s still hard. Always good for two.
“You can fuck me in the
bathroom.”
I hate using the restroom
for private play. It’s too bright and
rude for the men who have to actually use it.
I make an ambiguous noise. I go
back to sucking his cock, knowing round two usually happens quite quickly. But in a few minutes, his dick goes down. Spent.
“Sorry, I gave you all I got…”
He reaches for his
clothes and takes off.
I move back to my seat and
jerk. I wait.
Gym Built, who is all
about CBT, comes in. He sees me and sits
next to me. From someone I saw occasionally,
he’s suddenly a regular. “Hoped you’d be here,” he whispers. He loses his pants.
I suck his hard cock for a moment, but then
concentrate on pulling and stretching his ball sack as he works his shaft. I begin to crush his nuts between my two palms.
He groans. He beats faster.
I take his dripping cock
into my mouth. Briefly. I know what he needs to get off.
Stretch. Crush.
Stretch. Crush. Take them into my mouth and soothe them with
my tongue.
Repeat. Over and over
Gym Built huffs his
poppers. I start stretching again the
moment they hit. His hand moves in a
blur on his cock. I begin the crushing
process…and he starts to shoot. I lean
in and get the second blast and all the rest.
He pants as I clean him up.
“Damn,” he says as he
pulls on his shorts. “You are the only
guy who knows how to do it.”
I smile, still tasting
his load on my tongue…
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