Keith Gets Wet

 My Playroom—August, 2025

Sometimes I even surprise myself.  At the end of August, I couldn’t seem to say ‘no.’  The house party was on Saturday, on Sunday Jaylen came over for a hard fucking and on Monday Keith had a free day and wanted some playroom time.   Of course, I said ‘yes!’ 

He showed up, as handsome as ever.  He took a quick piss before we headed down to the playroom.  He stripped and tossed his clothes on the chair.  I just watched, especially now that he was down to nothing but a jock.  My cock started to fill as he bent over to tuck his shoes under the chair, giving me the perfect view of that hot ass.  I couldn’t wait…

 

Keith sits on the corner of the bed.  I walk over, pulling my half erect cock out of the pouch.  He takes me in his mouth and in moments gets me as hard as the proverbial rock.  I begin a slow fuck of his face.  He ovals and lets me inch a little deeper down his throat with each stroke.  Before I’m quite there, he grabs my balls and pulls me all the way inside him.  He chokes and groans.

I suggest I lie down on the bed.  I know this is his favorite way of connecting.  He gets up and I lie spreadeagled on the twin bed.  He gets between my legs, his face hovering over my erect cock.  He bends so his nose is on my big ball sack.  He inhales deeply.  Sighs.  And begins to lick.  It’s my turn to moan.  There is something about his tongue—and the connection it brings—that makes it feel like a whole new experience.  I love to be licked.  But with most men, I am ready to go on to something else after 5 or 6 minutes.  Not with Keith.  I just let him stay there, licking and sucking my cock, balls and perineum, for as long as he wants.

Finally content, he looks expectantly at me.  “Where do you want me?”

The fuck bench is still set up as a padded, flat table.  I tell him to get on all fours on it.  It’s my time to lick.  I pull his ass cheeks apart and try to make him feel as good as he made me feel.  I seem to be doing just fine.  He is groaning, telling me he can’t wait for me to be inside him.  I stay there, tonguing his hole, longer than usual, just to hear him beg.  Finally, I stand up and slide in.   His ass is wonderfully warm and wet.  I fuck him, telling to him to look at himself in the mirror.  He checks the one dead in front of him and groans before remembering the one on the side wall.  He moans louder as he finds it, and can see my cock pump into his upturned ass.

I pull out.  He cleans me ravenously.  Another man who loves the taste of his ass as much as I do.  He slobbers all over my dick—and I fuck him with his spit as lube for round two.  He cleans me again, before I suggest we move to the sling.

Once I have his ankles in the stirrups, I taste his ass once more.  The second fuck has made him wetter still.  I stand up and fuck him, using just a small sheen of coconut oil on my cock.  I move to the side of the sling and let him clean me up again, loving the look in his eyes as he does it.

Keith has told me in the past he is a very vanilla guy—eager to try more.  Taking a cue from what I did the day before with Jaylen, I ask for his wrists.  I add the restraints.  I fasten them behind the sling, so he can no longer play with his cock.  His eyes get a little big, but he’s fine with it.

I go back and fuck him.  I use the eggheaded dildo for variety, but he seems indifferent to it.  I go back to my dick—and his face is rapturous.  I pause and add the ankle restraints.  I hang a chain from dead center of the top of the sling frame.  I attach his ankles to the two ends.  This pulls him up slightly, rolling his ass back and into a different angle.  I fuck him.  It must feel good—as he starts to babble as I do it.

I pull out and release his legs, returning them to the usual stirrups.

“Sir, I need to piss.”

“You used the wash tub last time so you don’t have to go upstairs.”

“Or I can go up…”

“Or you can piss right here…”

“Sir, I really have…”

And before he can say more the piss begins.  His cock is still outside the pouch.  I quickly bend and take him in my mouth.  I know that he knows I do watersports, but he can’t believe I’m gulping down his piss.  And gulping is the only word for it; it’s a torrent.  More than the towel under the sling could handle.  But it is turning me on like crazy to drink from his tap.  And to hear the pleasure in his sighs.  It seems like ages before the stream slows and stops.  Keith is left gasping in the sling.  I get him up and out so we can hug.

This leads to another session on the bed.  His mouth is once again all over me, but it’s not exploratory this time.  It’s much more demanding.  He licks me everywhere but my ass.  I really want his tongue on my hole.  I ask why he’s not gone a little lower.

“I never know if I should…”

“You should.”

But I jump in the sling.  I want him to have easy access.  The towel is wet—imagine!  My legs stay on the chains.  He kneels and begins teasing me, working his tongue slowly down from my testicles, now under them and finally hitting the bullseye.  I groan.  So does he and begins lapping at me in earnest.   Soon he is tongue fucking me.  I pull my legs back so he can go deeper. 

He stands and feeds me his poppers.  I take the hit.  So does he.  And the tongue fucking of my hole begins again.  Hard.  Fast.  Both of us making unintelligible sounds.  As the fumes subside, I tell him to stand up and kiss me.  He does, leaning across me.  I love the taste of my ass on his tongue.  We stay that way for some minutes.

I need to piss, after the huge load I swallowed.  I know I need to keep it away from his face—at least for today.  I get up and pull out the rimseat and place the mat in front of it.  I tell him to bend into the sling.  I slip in and shoot what I think is a small amount of piss into his ass.  He groans.

“Now sit on my face.”

I slide into place under the rimseat.  He sits.  Instantly, the piss pours from his hole.  I have given him way more than I thought.  I swallow the twice recycled piss, my cock nearly exploding.  Once it turns to a dribble, I eat his hole voraciously.  Keith moans.  He reaches down and pulls his ass cheeks apart so I can go even deeper.

I need to breed.  I tell him so.  He gets in the sling, knowing I love to watch his face as I give him my seed.  I get up.  I don’t even need to lick his ass again.  I just push into his wet, hot hole. 

“Fill me up…” he moans.

“Fuck, yes!”

I thrust a few more times—and give him whatever is left in my balls after fucking and breeding three days in a row…