The Compliment

 My Playroom—September, 2025

 

I got a message on BBRT from a man who I used to play with fairly often before he moved west.  We hadn’t seen each other for at least eight years by his estimation, and I think even more—as I can’t find him on any of the older blog posts.  I do know that it was quite some time ago—as we were meeting when it was still easy to find other tops on the internet who would actually show up to play (something I gave up trying to organize years ago.)   I remembered how he loved two or three of us using him.

I was relieved that Kris’ profile had pictures—to make sure I was remembering the right man.  He had aged well.  He was still cubbish and hairy.  His ass was everything I love--full and covered in fur.  He was back in my area visiting family.  We set up a time—and he arrived on my doorstep all smiles…

 

We go right downstairs as soon as he steps out of my shower.  He doesn’t have long before he needs to meet a family member for dinner.  I ditch my robe and watch him undress   He has asked for me to leather up—and I have—in chaps and vest with my ubiquitous combat boots.  He is jocked and harnessed.  I sit on the flattened fuck bench, kneading my yellow jock pouch.  He kneels and begins mouthing the worn fabric of the jock.   He pulls it back and hungrily takes my swelling cock into his mouth.  His tongue gets busy.  I love the look on his face (sheer joy) as he gets me fully hard.  He deep throats me.  He licks my balls.  He deep throats me again and comes up for air, panting.

“You didn’t get any smaller,” he chuckles.

“Let me eat your ass.”

We change places, Kris getting on all fours on the flattened bench.  His ass is as full as I remember, with hair everywhere.  The cleft between his cheeks has twice as much as the lush fur elsewhere else.  I pull those globes apart and dig in.  His crack is slightly damp from the shower, but I make it wringing wet.  I can’t stop licking him, twirling all that hair with my tongue.  I dig in deeper, making him squirm.

“Fuck me with that tongue.  Damn!”

I drill into him.  Deeper and deeper.  His hole opens for me.  His ass lips are swelling, just from this amount of play.  I begin to suckle them—making them fuller yet.  I fleetingly think about all the cocks that have been in his hole since we last met.  The very thought makes my cock drool.  I stand up and wipe the precum on his slightly gaping hole.

“Do it.  Fuck me!”

I push into him.  He gasps and holds up a hand for me to pause for a moment.  I hear the poppers open.  He inhales—and I sink into him without any further push from me.

“Oh, yeah….” He mumbles.

I begin a slow pump.  He keeps moaning.  And egging me on.  To fuck him faster.  Or harder.  I give him just what he wants.  Now, I pull out and bring my wet dick to his mouth.  He licks me clean, then takes my full length deep into his throat.  He gags himself on purpose.  Over and over.

I take my cock, now covered in deep throat spittle, back to his ass.  I push it deep inside him, using his own lube.  He loves this—and tells me so.  I love the smoother ride.  I fuck him hard and fast.

I pull out abruptly, leaving him gaping.  I kneel and tongue fuck him.  Deep and wet.

We move to the sling.  He wants the mirror above—so he can see the full length of my cock enter him.  He opts for his feet on the chains, not the stirrups.  I kneel and begin rimming his wet ass again.  I love how deep I can go now.  I spend a long time there.  He is moaning and telling me to tongue him deeper.

I stand up and slide in.  No pausing needed.  Just a smooth glide in.  His ass canal feels incredibly warm as it squeezes down on me.  I begin a slow fuck.  My balls slapping his ass on each thrust.  He groans and begins squeezing his own dick under the jock.  He moans—his eyes riveted to the mirror above him.

I pull out and eat his wet hole once more, but not for long.  I stand up and fuck him.

I repeat this again and again.

“Load me, man.  I really want your cum.”

I nod.  “You gonna have dinner with my load inside you?”

He nods, his eyes bright again.  “That’s so dirty.  I love it…”

We’ve been fucking for an hour.  I know he needs to go soon.  I hunker down once more to lick his open hole.  I jerk myself while I do it.  And I’m close.  I lick him out for the last time and stand. 

I push in. 

I fuck.

Harder.

And harder.

I’m there.  I grab his hips and unload deep in his hairy butt.  He groans, his eyes on my contorted face…

Afterwards, after a quick rinse under the shower, load still in his ass, he talks to me as he dresses.

“You know, you changed me.  The way I have sex.  Do you remember the last time we played in your other house?”

“Not exactly…”

“You blindfolded me and fucked me.  A first for me.  Then you surprised me by having two other guys come in.  They both fucked me hard and loaded me.  You ate their loads out of me before you gave me yours.  I never saw them—and that was so hot!”

He buttoned up his shirt and continued.

“That really changed how I wanted sex.  Now, my favorite thing to do is to go to the bathhouse, and get ass up in the dark room and never see the guys who use me.”

He pulled me in and kissed me lightly on the lips.  “Thank you…for opening that whole new world…”

*

And I did remember it.  I was slightly unnerved having two guys in my house not in the playroom, waiting for me to open the door for them.  And I can’t find it as a blog post anywhere….