My Playroom—December, 2025
The Playroom continued to
be quite busy in December. I was pleased
when Jake reached out. I have known him
longer than any man I am still seeing regularly. Our number of meets have certainly diminished
in the last few years, but he had time at the top of the month. We made plans. They were delayed with yet another snow storm. But he was here the next day, ready and eager
to jump in the sling.
Jake was slightly
early. I had yet to strip, so I sent him
downstairs to undress while I finished making my tea and shucking my clothes. When I went down, he was naked, expect for the
wrist and ankle restraints he’d found hanging from the sling chains...
Jake is a a few years
older than I am, and in great shape. My cock plumps in my well-used jock just
looking at him. I tell him to get on all
fours on the flattened fuck bench. I ask
if he’d like the middle raised.
“I was hoping for a
hogtie, when I saw it lowered.”
I smile. And nod.
He gets on the bench,
jutting his ass towards me. I kneel and
dive in. His ass lips part the moment my
tongue pushes in. He’s eager—and his
hole is so well trained. I tongue fuck
him. Deeper and deeper. I grease my cock with coconut oil as I eat
him out.
I stand up and slide
in. Jake grunts, but takes me with ease. He tells me how good I feel inside him. This makes me speed up and pound him even
harder. I pull out, go to my knees and tongue
his now loose pucker once again.
I fuck. Slow, this time. Making him feel every inch.
I walk around and have Jake
clean my cock—which he does with great enthusiasm. On the way back to his ass, I grab the
Ballistic Butt Bomb off the shelf. I
grease up the stainless-steel head. With
a twirling motion, I push it into his ass.
He groans—telling me he loves the feel of it. I stand up and add my cock. My dick batters the metal head of the
toy. For a moment the metal is still
cooler than Jake’s hole. I love how it warms
up with every thrust. I pull the toy out,
add more lube, and push it into him again.
My cock follows. The long handle
is under my balls and rubs my perineum.
I pull out and work the
toy out of Jake, putting it under the sling, as I am sure I’ll use it again. We decide to try the hogtie. The flattened bench is too low for me to fuck
someone on their back. I grab the
exercise mat I use with the rimseat. I stack
it on the bench. Jake rolls onto
it. I clip his ankles to the hogtie device,
then his wrists. I push it down towards
his chest and it rolls his ass up to a nice fuckable angle. I slide in.
But it is not the good fuck it should be. Jake’s body rolls to the right, slipping to
the edge of the mat. It becomes a very
odd angle. I pull out and we
reposition. We try a second time—but it’s
just not working. “Let’s go to the sling…”
I get him in—and clip all
four restraints to the chains. No comfortable
stirrups for Jake. I eat his hole, and fuck
it before sliding in the speculum. I
crank it open, playing with his prostate after each turn of the thumbscrew. Soon
it is open enough to add my cock. I fuck
him, enjoying the combo of metal and hot flesh.
I work the speculum out
of him and grease up the big black butt plug.
It goes in with ease. I take the
Ballistic Butt Bomb and use is as a hammer, beating the base of the toy. Jake enjoys the vibrations of the toy in his
hole. I work it out and then back
in. I beat it once more. Maybe a little harder.
I grease up my
hands. It’s a lot of finger play for quite
some time. But he takes my left hand the
moment I try to enter. I rotate it
slowly in his hole and work it out—to do it again and again.
We take a break from my
fist with the Seahorse, the curved toy in shape of a ridged cock. He takes the first two thirds of is with
ease. We slow and work the final thick
inches into him. Jake is watching it all
in the mirror above the sling. I use the
Ballistic Butt Bomb to pound on the base. Now I work it out and flip it. The curve had been going down the first time,
now it’s going up. He takes it all
again. And I make the toy vibrate in his
hole with the BBB.
I want to fuck, but I
have loosened his hole up. I grab the
egg headed dildo and slide it into him.
I stand up. It never fails to be
the perfect double fuck toy for me. Jake
feels just like he did when we started the play. I fuck happily into him for a long time.
I go for one more toy,
the clear dildo with the black handle.
It has a gentle swell to it that is just what his ravaged hole needs. Jake actually asks for a break when I pull it
out.
We lie and the bed, his
arm wrapped around me. We chat about
this and that. He actually dozes for a
moment. When he comes back to reality,
he tells me we should wind things up.
“I’d love to be bred on
the fuckbench.”
I crawl under it and
raise the middle section, so it’s back to its regular look. Jake climbs on. Our rest break has made his ass tighten down. Perfect.
I lick him briefly as I lube my cock once again.
I slide into him. I am fucking him hard—right out of the gate.
He groans.
I pick up the pace even
more. My balls tighten. The head of my cock gets bigger—I can feel it
throb deep inside Jake.
“Here you go,” I grunt
out.
I thrust a few times more
and I’m there. Blasting deep inside him. It feels wonderful. I don’t know if he can truly feel the jets of
cum—but he must be able to feel the swelling of my cock head as it happens.
I marinate in him for a
long time before I, reluctantly, pull out of his well-used ass…
