Sawyer Loves the Big Toys

 My Playroom—September, 2025

 

I had two hook-ups scheduled the next week.  The first was with a man I had met and played with before the blog was being written.  He wanted another go.  I agreed.  But he cancelled on the day of the meet.

Honestly, it didn’t bother me—I’d rather expected it.  Even better, Sawyer was making a return visit to the playroom the next day.  He was eager to get any number of my body parts back inside him.

So, on Friday, I put out the towels, melted the coconut oil and was ready for his arrival right after lunch…

 

I am sprawled on the twin bed, lying right next to the mirror on the wall.  Sawyer tosses his clothes in the chair.  He is now naked but for athletic socks and a jock.  He crawls between my legs, conscious of his reflection.  He mouths my bulge, still contained in a yellow jock.  He works it free, letting it spring up.  His eyes shine.  In the mirror, it looks even bigger than usual.  He takes me to the root, moaning as he does it.  I grab his head and hold him in place.  For a long moment.  I release him and he comes up gasping for air, with a huge grin on his face.  He licks up his deep throat spittle, using it to coat my balls.

“You better clean that up again.” 

“Yes, Daddy.”  He does; hungrily.  Once he’s finished, he goes down on me once more.  I let him do whatever he wants this time.  He comes up—panting.

“I want to eat out that hot hole.   Get on the bench.”

Once again, the fuck bench is in the table position.  Sawyer gets on all fours, holding his bottle of poppers ready.  The moment I kneel and begin licking his pucker, I hear the cap come off.  He sighs, then his left arm reaches back and pulls his cheek to the side—letting me dig deeper with my tongue.  I love it when guys do this.  I tongue fuck him for a bit, before licking the length of the valley between his butt cheeks.

“Daddy, stick it in me…”

I was just about to stand up and do it.  Now, I stay on my knees and keep slobbering into his hole, greasing my dick.  I hear him take a hit—and I stand.  My coconut oil covered cock glides into him.  He pants, welcoming the intruder.  I hold for a fraction of a second and begin to fuck.  Faster and faster.

I pull out.  I bring my dick to his mouth.  He feasts on it, leaving it wet.  I move back to his butt and slide in again.  I fuck, watching my face contort in the mirror in front of us.

I grab the egg headed dildo, slick it up and get it inside Sawyer’s ass.  “Love that…” But I cut off his sentence by adding my dick along with it.  The toy is below my cock, tightening his hole back to how it felt during the first fuck.  I fuck like that for a moment, before I pull out, pull the toy up and add my cock under it.  Now the base of the toy is nestled in my pubes.  Each stroke pushes both me and the toy into him. 

I move on to the clear dildo with the handle.  First the toy goes in.  Then half my cock.  I fuck, keeping it shallow.  I leave the toy in place and move around so he can clean my cock again.  Once it’s spit slicked, I push it into his ass alongside the dildo.

Next comes the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the sleek stainless-steel toy with a thick egg at the end and a slim, long shaft.  I love adding my cock to this one—the cool metal below me and my fat cock head pounding into the oval.  The handle is under my balls, rubbing my perineum as I fuck.

“Let’s get you off your knees.”

We move to the sling.  He likes his legs up on the chains, not in the stirrups.  I eat his used hole, my tongue enjoying how wet he has become.  I fuck him, our eyes rivetted on each other.

“Here’s something we didn’t do last time…” I tell him.  I grab the Ass Grommet and slide it onto my lubed shaft.  It doubles the thickness of my cock, leaving my helmet head poking out of it.  I push into his used ass.  His eyes go big—but he takes it.  And love is.  Telling me to keep fucking him with it.  I do.  Repeatedly throughout the next ninety minutes.

I pull out and go to my knees.  His ass is gaping beautifully.  I can’t keep my fingers out of it.  Two.  Now three.  It becomes my whole left hand gliding into him. 

Sawyer groans.  “That’s what I need…”

I work it in and out, still on my knees.  Then I stand and work it in and out.  I add my cock, sliding down my wrist and disappearing inside him.  I feel my fingers welcome the new invader.  I fuck between them, making Sawyer moan in ecstasy.

I pull out and work my bigger right hand into him.  I add my dick.  And fuck into him through my fingers.  Sawyer pants.  And does it without poppers.

We take a water break, letting the blood rush back into his legs.  I pull out the rimseat and set it up next to the bed.  I get under and Sawyer sits.  The seat spreads his ass open even more for me.  My tongue is all over him—and then deep, deep inside him.  He moans, then babbles.  Egging me on.  To eat out his hole.

He needs no prompting to go ride my dick and sit back down on my face, with all the juices in his ass churned and dripping out.  I can’t stop licking and forcing those pronounced ass lips of his into my mouth…

*

We are back in the sling, but I’m the one in it.  I have Sawyer suck my cock for a moment, but then concentrate on licking my balls.  He suckles each one.  His tongue is everywhere on them.  He knows to use softer suction to get them into his mouth.  He works one and then the other on repeat.  He switches it up by working his tongue under them, licking the cockring there.  His tongue also works down my perineum—flirting with my tight pucker.  Then back to my balls.

I have had my breather—it’s time to get back to work.  We switch places.  I fuck his now open hole.  And then it’s time for the big toys.  I grab the Seahorse, with all the bumps and ridges.  He loves the curve of the toy going up and into him.  I reverse it—and that, he tells me, feels just as good.

I use the toy that’s vaguely in the shape of a hand.  I work the unforgiving plastic into him easily.  I pull out and use the Seahorse on him again. 

I go back to the shelf.  The Sex Machine, the toy the looks like a robot’s dick, slides into him.  He loves the flared head and the surprising ridges.  He pants as we get to the rather triangular shape of the shaft.  But he takes every inch of it.

I use my left hand again, to give him a break from the toys.  Then the right.  Back and forth.

The biggest toy is left, a monster realistic cock in black.  I work it into him.  Slowly.  He takes three quarters of it, before he holds up a hand to stop the entry.    I work it out and then into once more.  We’d gone deeper the last time he was here, but not today.

I fuck his loose hole.  It’s a totally different feeling from when we started.

I get him out of the sling.  “I need to piss…” I have him bend on the fuck table.  My cock goes into him.  I give him three blasts of piss deep into his gut.  I think he expects me to piss fuck him, but I have other ideas.  I lie down under the rim seat.  He grins and sits carefully—clenching his ass to keep it in.  The seat—and Sawyer—open his open.  The piss sluices out of him and down my throat.  It’s a frickin’ waterfall.  My cock is rock hard.  The moment the flow goes to a few dribbles, I am finally able to tongue fuck his piss flavored hole.  It’s amazing. 

And I know I am going to cum.

“On the bench!” I bark.

He gets up and kneels there.  I get out from under the seat and stand up.  My cock enters him roughly.  It’s a matter of a few strokes until I explode in his stretched, wet hole…