The Perfect Gift

 My Playroom—December, 2025

 

I had another fuck and fist session the next week.  Blake, the tall man with a great beard, was coming back for his second visit.  I got fresh towels under the sling and bench.  I was turning on the porn as I heard the doorbell.  He was right on time…

 

Blake is stripping and tossing his clothes in the chair behind the door.  I am lying on the bed watching him do it.  He turns and smiles when he sees my swollen, distended jock pouch.  He crawls between my legs.  He mouths my jock for a moment, then pulls the fabric aside.  My cock flops out, hardening all the way.  He takes it into his mouth.  He licks the juicy head.  His tongue swirls around the shaft before beginning his descent, taking every inch of me into his throat.  He bottoms out—and just stays there.  I feel my cock head expand.  Eventually, he pulls off of me, and inhales deeply.

“You taste great…”

And he does it again.  He holds me packed into his throat a little longer this time. 

When he comes up for air, I tell him I want to eat his ass.  He gets on the flattened bench, jutting his ass towards me.  I get up and kneel behind him.  My face is buried in his ass crack and my tongue finds his pucker.  I begin to gently, but insistently, work him open.  I grease my cock with coconut oil as I poke and prod him.  His pucker gives way.  My tongue goes deeper and he groans.  I lick and spit and stand up, my cock throbbing.  I am so ready to bury myself in him.  I step in and my shaft disappears inside him.  Blake moans.  I stay deep in his hole for a long moment, before beginning the old in and out.  Slowly, barely thrusting.

Now I build it.  Fucking harder and faster.  Blake pants and tells me how good it feels.  I pull out and have him taste his ass jizz on my cock.  He cleans me eagerly.  I fuck him again—using the saliva he left on my cock for lube.  He groans and tells me to fuck him harder.  I do just that.

His hole has opened beautifully.  I grab the eggheaded dildo and grease it up.  It slides into him and my dick follows.  The toy is under me and the ribbed column feels great on my sensitive cock.

“I feel so full…” he mutters as I keep double fucking him.

I reverse my dick and the toy.  I leave the toy in him, but slide under it this time.  Now the end of the dildo is in my pubes, so it fucks deeper, right along with me.  I pull out, leaving the toy in place and have his clean me once more.  When he’s done, I fuck him one more time, with the egghead under me.

We move to the sling.  I eat his freshly fucked hole for a long time, making him moan and whimper.  I finger him a little.  I fuck him a lot.  I use the clear dildo with the black handle on him.  The moderate diameter of this toy is just what I need to keep him open.  He takes it easily and with a heartfelt sigh.

I go back to my fingers.  Then the speculum is inserted and cranked slowly open.  My fingers find his prostate and I play with it after each turn of the thumbscrew.  Blake has closed his eyes, concentrating on the waves of pleasure as I open him up.

I crank the speculum shut.  Now I do the same action with my eight fingers.  My hands are back-to-back and I do a lateral stretch of his hole.  Once.  Twice.  And yet another.  I grease both up again and begin working the left into him.  He’s not quite ready for a full fist yet.  I do the right—and it goes in.  I am surprised as it is the slightly bigger hand.

I work it fully into him.  And gently pull out.  I add Crisco.  It goes back in easily.  I try the left once more.  I am rewarded with his sphincter snapping around my wrist.  I happily go back and forth, alternating my two hands.   Slowly and methodically.

I get the left in place and stand up carefully.  My cock is hard.  I push it down my wrist and along the palm of my hand that is inside him.  Blake’s eyes are riveted to the mirror.  He groans, encouraging me to pull out and do the entry again.  I do—and this time I fuck once I’m there, my cock slipping between my fingers buried deep into his guts.

I try this with the right hand, but it doesn’t work—so we go back to the left.  In and out, mostly with my fingers open inside him, but once with it as a fist, encircling my cock.

He is really open now.  I give my back a break (I’m always slightly hunched as I fist—to get the right angle) and use the Seahorse on his relaxed hole.  He loves it with the curve of the ridged toy going down.  He loves it just as much with the curve working up.

I pull it out.  Blake pants.  He thinks he may have had enough stretch for the day.  “But you could still fuck me.”

I grin.  I wipe the excess lube off his ass.  I lick his well-worked hole.   I stand up and slide in once my cock is rampant once again.  I begin to fuck.  He is wearing a harness that actually has a metal handle between his pecs.  He encourages me to grab it and use it.  I do.  The action somehow flicks a switch.  I begin a much more aggressive fuck, pulling him and the sling onto my dick.  I stand still and watch him be impaled on me with each pull.  Now I am bucking into him, still pulling his body toward me, our bodies smashing together.

It can’t last.  It’s too hot.  And new.  Different.  My body spasms—and I am shooting my load deep into his ass.  Spurt after spurt.  I relax my grip and hold onto the chains.  When I have returned to earth, I slip to my knees and taste my load, leaking from his well-used hole…

The perfect way to celebrate my birthday.

 

Blake’s first time:  Blake Visits the Playroom for the First Time