My Playroom—August, 2025
I met Sawyer a few months
ago at the house party. I christened him
Fist Guy for those write ups. Each time
we fucked, he really wanted my hand in his ass, but I like to do my fisting (at
least until I really know your butt) as a one-on-one activity. So, we exchanged contact info—and in a matter
of days set up a playdate. He wanted to
come to my place as he was excited to see the playroom.
It was a bright, warm Sunday
afternoon when he arrived on my doorstep.
We made our way downstairs. He
ditched his clothes onto the chair as I hung my robe on the door knob. I leaned against the fuckbench, watching his jockstrapped
ass, as he bent over to get his poppers out of a pants pocket. I’d fucked it now, a lot. I couldn’t wait to do more. He turned and really took in the room: the FF porn on the television, the bed, the
mirrors, the toys, the other fuck furniture.
He grinned as he walked to me and went to his knees…
He inhales deeply as he
buries his nose in my jock pouch. All
those scents from the fuck parties. He
groans in the back of his throat. Sawyer digs out my cock. I stifle a moan as he takes my hardening dick
to the root. It plumps there, cutting
off his air. He pulls off me,
panting. He sucks my cock. Licks my balls, even lifting them to tongue
the cockring holding them in place.
“Get up on the bench.”
I look at him as he scrambles
up. He is likely a few years younger
than me, but not by much. He’s tall. His hair and beard is rather shaggy. His ass is round and glorious—needing my
tongue to be buried in it. Sawyer moans
as I eat his hole. I grease my cock with
coconut oil as I do it. I get him very
wet. Very open. I stand up and slide in. I hold as I hear him open his poppers. He huffs—and I begin to fuck. Slow and deeper with each stroke.
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
I speed up the
stroke. Faster and faster. I can feel his ass relax. I pull out and grab the eggheaded dildo. I grease it up and insert. My dick follows. I feel the tightness of his ass again. I fuck him—our eyes locking in the mirror that
is in front of us.
I pull out, leaving the
toy in his ass. He licks my cock, groaning
while tonguing up his own ass juices. When
I eventually go back to his ass, I pull the toy up and insert my cock below it. He loves it. I prefer my dick on top, so after a while, I
change it up again.
“You like that double
fuck?”
He nods. I take out the black toy. I reach for the stainless-steel Ballistic
Butt Bomb. Another egg-shaped head
slides into him, but now it’s cool metal.
He takes it deep. Easily. I add my cock along the thin steel handle. I fuck him, my cock head smashing into the head
of the toy.
I pull out. I have him clean me up again with his
ravenous mouth. I rotate to the clear
dildo with the black handle. I grease it
up and slide it in. On a whim, I see if
I can add my cock. I can. It’s tight—making both of us moan as I push myself
into place. I begin to fuck. Opening that hole for my hand.
“Let’s get you off your
knees,” I say, nodding to the sling.
“Let me clean your cock
again…”
I lean into the sling
myself, my boots up on the chain. I let
him clean my cock. I instruct him to do
my balls. And under them. He does just that. Then his tongue goes right down my perineum
and flicks across butt hole. I wonder if
he likes to rim, but decide to find out another time—I want him in the sling.
We change places. I eat his hole. I fuck it again. Now I kneel and use my hands. They are back-to-back—four fingers of each
are in him. I pull them slightly apart—a
gentle gesture to open his hole still more.
He loves it.
I grab the speculum. I grease and insert. It does the exact same thing, now with the turn
of a crank. The steel wings open his
hole. He groans and takes a hit. I stand up and add my cock, fucking it into
him with the smooth steel on either side of me.
His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him, watching every stroke of
my dick.
I pull out and open the
speculum a little more. I fuck. I open it again. I fuck Sawyer harder. This time when I pull out, I crank the
medical device closed and slip it out of him.
I bury my face in his wet ass as I grease up my hands thoroughly.
Now my left-hand fingers
go in. Easily. I add the thumb. I twist the hand slightly and I’m inside
him. Smoothly. Easily.
No effort. I pull out, making him sigh. I do it all again. And again.
Then with the right hand. Over
and over.
I do the same pull apart
action with hands back-to-back. I look
up. He’s watching me in the mirror. I stand up and fuck him. I pull out and my left hand easily works into
him as I stand. My cock slides down my
forearm and is buried inside him at the same time. My fingers inside him wrap around the head
and shaft. I fuck him slowly, my fingers
stroking myself in addition to his ass.
I pull out and do it all again.
Hand, cock, clasp and stroke.
I do another round of
just hands as I kneel.
I look at the medium-sized
toys under the television. I can skip
them today. I head right for the big
guns stored on the opposite wall. I grab
the toy that is vaguely shaped like an open hand. I tell him it is a very rigid toy, but he’s
game. And he takes it like it was three
times smaller. I work it in and out a
few times. This makes me want to fuck
him again—so I do.
I grab the curved, ridged
dildo—the Seahorse, from Mr. Hankey’s Toys.
I love using this on the right man.
Sawyer’s ass gobbles it up. I use
it with the curve going up, first. Then
the curve downwards. He loves how it
feels—either way.
My knees are tired, so I
suggest the rimseat. I wipe excess lube
off him, but I can’t wait to really bury my tongue in his slightly gaping hole. I pull out the seat—and the mat to lie
on. I get under and he sits. His hole is so open—and the seat has spread
him even wider. My tongue can’t get
enough. I lick deep. I suckle on his puffy ass lips. I tongue fuck him. A heady mix of coconut oil, Crisco and his
own juices keep dripping onto my tongue.
Sawyer moans and watches the porn on the television.
He suddenly stands
up. He walks a couple steps forward and
gently bats my hand away from my rock-hard cock. He slowly sits—and rides me. His ass makes a delicious squishy noise with
easy stroke down onto me. Just as
suddenly, he is up and sitting back on my face.
His ass is dripping copiously now.
I lick and suck and chew, moaning as I do it.
I get him up, by tapping
his thighs. I tell him to lean on the
bench, not get on it. I need to piss—now! I get my cock into his hole just in time and
I erupt. I fill his butt. He can feel the heat and the weight. I pull out and lie back down, closing the
seat. He sits and begins to feed me my
piss. It’s a glorious hot water waterfall
erupting out of his ass. My lips are
clamped around his ass lips so we don’t flood the basement. It goes on and on. I take my hand off my cock so I don’t shoot
right there. It finally trickles to the
tiniest rivulet. And stops. I clean him up. He stands and gives me a hand to stand up,
too, pulling me into an embrace…
*
“I’ve had my eye on those
two big black cocks,” he tells me, getting on the fuck bench.
I get the Crisco from
under the sling and bring to the bench.
I pick up the first one, the one I’ve used sparingly on men like Jake or
Evan. It is long and thick with a
slightly flattened head. I grease it up
and work it in. We pause at the halfway
point for poppers. Then he takes the
rest of it. I fuck him with it. Slowly and steadily. He loves it.
It fills him completely. I use my
chest to push the last few inches into him.
We move up to the longer
black cock, a toy I have not used on anyone since GaryM gave it to me. I grease it up. I work it into Sawyer’s well used hole. He takes it.
To the root.
We both know his ass
needs a break. But he wants my load first. We stay right at the bench. I towel off some Crisco and eat his hole for
the last time today. My cock tells me
this will be an easy orgasm—I am so ready to get off inside him. I stand up, slide in and begin to pump.
“Breed me…” he mumbles,
still in a slight popper haze.
My cock is so ready. I slow—and speed up again, never pulling out
of him.
And I’m there. Blasting my semen deep inside him…until there
is not a drop of cum left inside those big ol’ balls of mine…
*
Sawyer as Fist Guy is
also in the following posts:
The Pigs Keep Rutting in All the Wet Holes
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