My Playroom—November, 2025
For the first half of
November, I could barely get someone to come to the playroom. The second half of the month was just the
opposite; I had a steady stream of men.
First up was a man around my age, who was taller (!), with a great
beard. We had spoken on both BBRT and
AssPig. He was looking to give his hole
a workout. And that’s just what I wanted
to do…
Blake is stripping off in
the playroom. I sit on the fuck bench
(lowered to its table position.) As soon
as he is naked, he kneels. He inhales
the musk of the jock—and moans in the back of his throat. He begins to lick around the edges of the
pouch. It’s my turn to moan. I let him explore for a bit, but soon I want
more. I pull back the stained fabric and
my growing erection springs up. Blake
grunts and begins to lick up the shaft.
Slowly. Taking his time. He finally arrives at my dripping piss
slit. He licks across it before digging
into it.
I groan. “Take my dick, man…”
He ignores me and continues
licking—now down the shaft and to my heavy balls. He tongues them thoroughly. Then he sucks them, individually, into his
mouth. One. The other.
Back and forth. The hair on my
testicles is coated with his spit. He
works his tongue under them, licking my cock ring. I sigh and squeeze his shoulder.
Now he works up the shaft
once more. This time he deep throats
me. It is worth the wait. He takes my entire length down his throat. Again and again.
“I need to eat your
ass. Let’s change places.”
He gets on all fours on
the padded table the moment I stand up.
I kneel and begin slowly tonguing down his ass crack. I avoid his pucker the first time. On the second slow trip down I zero in on his
hole. Almost instantly it begins to open;
to flower—giving me ass lips to tongue and suck. I make him groan. I notice that he has found the mirror on the
side wall so he can watch me use his ass.
I stand up, my cock
dripping with precum and coconut oil. I
slide in. Blake groans. His ass is wet and hot. I begin a slow pump the moment I bottom
out. His ass continues to open. He squeezes down on my invading dick. I grunt—and fuck him harder.
He is ready, even this
fast, for something bigger than me in his ass.
The Ballistic Butt Bomb is the easiest thing to grab while I stay deep
in his hole. I work myself out and
grease the toy. He takes the stainless-steel
head of the toy with ease. He loves it when
I add my rock-hard penis back into him, fucking along the thin shaft until the
head of me bashes into the steel ball in his ass. Over and over.
We switch to the
sling. I spend a long time eating his
juicy hole once he’s comfortably in it.
I fuck him when I’m done. I love
how different his hole feels with him on his back and not on all fours. Not better.
Just different.
I reluctantly pull out
and grab the medium speculum. It is cool
to the touch—and I tell him so. I grease
it up, slip it in and begin the slow crank open. As soon as I can fit a finger in, I play with
his prostate after each turn of the thumbscrew.
Now it’s big enough to add my cock.
I stand up and push in. He
moans. The metal is no longer cool. It is the same temperature as his hot ass. I fuck, loving the combined feel of flesh and
metal. I eventually pull out and crank
it open one more turn—and fuck him again.
I now go to the
traditional black butt plug. He takes it
easily. I use the Ballistic Butt Bomb as
a mallet and beat the flat base of the toy inside him. He loves the vibrations I produce.
I switch to the bigger
three tier plug. He takes the first two
sections with ease. I work the last,
biggest one, slowly into his guts. He
takes it with a sigh. I beat, more
lightly, on the end of this toy too.
Blake groans.
He’s ready for my
hand. I grease up my left. Two fingers.
Three. I add the fourth. I move slowly, still stretching his hole. I grease up the right hand. Three fingers from each slide in, my knuckles
together—palms out. I do the same
stretch manually that the speculum did.
I pull the right out and bend my thumb on my left hand to the palm. My hand slips into him. I turn slightly and pull out with a slight
twist. I do it again. And again.
Now with the right. He takes me
quite easily.
To change things ups I
grab the clear dildo with a handle. It’s
easy to hold, with my greasy hands. He
loves the swell in the shaft—and the length open his second hole.
I go back to my left
hand. I open my hand inside him and my
middle finger can play around his second hole.
He groans again. I pull out and
use the clear toy once more. Then my
hand. I alternate the two for some time.
I grab the newest toy,
one that I finally took out of its box.
It is a series of mini butt plugs on a thin shaft. His hole gobbles it up. I should have used it much earlier in our
play.
He says he like the look
of the first dildo I ever bought—a toy I find hard and inflexible. But he loves it. I work it deep.
I go back to my
hands. I try for adding my cock, but it’s
not an easy angle—so I concentrate on alternating my left and right hands.
We take a break, cleaning
his up of all the extra lube.
I set up the rimseat. I tell him I want to eat his ass as we relax. I get under, lying on the soft mat. He closes the seat and sits down. His long legs might make this low seat
slightly uncomfortable. But he forgets
it, the moment my tongue goes deep into his hole. Deeper than it’s been in any other position. He moans.
I groan. I eat his juicy ass. I can’t get enough. I lick and moan and tongue fuck him. There is a steady drip of his juices mixed
with coconut oil and it is making my harder and harder with each drop.
I finally tell him I need
to fuck. He gets up and he’s into the
sling before I can fully stand.
“Breed me,” he mutters.
He’s read my mind. I am so horned I can’t stand it. I slip inside Blake and begin to pump.
“I really want your load,”
he mutters.
And he’s going to get
it. Any moment. I pick up the pace of my
thrusts.
“Oh….shit…!!!”
I’m there. My cock bucks into him. I am no longer in control. My balls empty into his warm and wet hole…
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