Wonderous Beard Visits the Playroom

 My Playroom—January, 2026

 

Remember the man with the wonderous beard—the guy who gave me excellent head at the bookstore and left his number on my windshield?    I made contact with him that night.  It took a little work as the last digit was rather scrawled and it could have been a 1, 2 or 7.  I hit on the right one (eventually) and he was excited I had followed through.  He told me he lived in northern Michigan, but really wanted to make the long drive to the playroom so he could feel my cock in both his holes.  I didn’t try to dissuade him.  I wanted a re-match myself.

Mark made the trip on the first Wednesday of the new year.  I set things up in the shower for him as I knew his drive was long enough that he’d want to refresh his clean out.  He arrived, spent some quality time in the shower and was soon ready to go downstairs.  I showed him the way, having given him the extra bathrobe I keep for visitors.  I laid down on the bed.  He tossed the robe on the chair and crawled between my spread legs...

 

His beard is all over my thighs as he licks my balls.  Then it is caressing my nuts as he takes my shaft into his mouth.  There are certain men who just seem born to suck dick—and Mark is one of them.  He knows all the tricks to make my dick throb and drool. 

Now he’s fully aware of the huge mirror that runs the length of the bed, just like a bathhouse.  He watches himself take every inch of my cock.  He groans as he hits the base, sending shivers through me.  He inches off me—and gasps for air.

He does it all again.

And again.

Now he swings his lower body around towards my head.  I think for a moment he wants to 69.  Nope, he stops with his hips near my shoulder.  He is adjusting the angle for an even deep descent on my wet dick.  I moan as he bottoms out on me.  I am so firmly encased in his throat muscles.  He makes himself swallow. I feel the ripple down the length of my cock.  Damn!  He comes up for air.  Panting.

“Will you throat fuck me?”

I get up and he hangs his head over the edge of the bed.  I do a slight squat and begin fucking his face.  I give him three or five strokes and pull all the way out to let him get some air.  Again.  And once more.  I thrust deep and hold until he chokes on my cock and I pull out the long strands of deep throat spittle.  I wrap them around my cock and fuck his face as deeply as I can.

I tell him to get on all fours on the flattened fuck bench.  It’s time to give my mouth a workout.  I try to give him just as much pleasure as he gave me as I lick his ass crack and tongue fuck his hole.  Soon enough, I stand up and slide into the loosened pucker I’ve been eating.  He gasps—and takes me easily.  I am completely buried in his ass.

“You feel soooo good,” he croons.

I hold for a moment and begin to fuck.  Slowly.  Deliberately.  All the way in.  All the way out.  Over and over.

I point out the mirror on the side wall.  He can’t stop looking at himself getting fucked.  I pick up the pace and begin to truly plow into him.  Hard and fast. 

I pull out and bring him my glistening cock.  He loves the taste of his hole mixed with the coconut oil for lube.  He cleans every inch of me.  And the sweat from my balls.  I fuck him again.  Slowly.  Then fast.  Now slow again.  I pull out and slap my cock on his swollen ass lips.  He groans.  I sigh.  I sink back into his hole and fuck him hard.  Now some more ATM.  This time after he licks my balls, I pull them up so he can lick under them—telling him to clean my cock ring.  His tongue feels fantastic.

We move to the sling.  I eat his freshly fucked hole for a long time.  He is a good self- luber—and delicious.  I stand and fuck.  His eyes are on the mirror above him.  He loves watching himself be ravished.  I build the fuck, making the sling really rock.  Then I stand still and push and pull the sling (and his ass) onto my shaft.  When I stop, I make him taste our juices once again.

We take a short break on the bed, talking about this and that.

Soon, he asks for me to sit on the bench.  With his back to me, he sits on my cock, keeping his feet on the floor.  He pounds himself down on me.  Over and over, babbling about how good it feels.

“If you keep this up, I’ll shoot.”

“Do it…”

“I really want to see your face when I cum.”

He grins and reluctantly gets off me.  He jumps in the sling, getting his ankles expertly into the stirrups before I can help.  I eat his hole briefly and my balls tell me I really can breed this man anytime.

“You want it?”

“Fill me up!”  He grabs his own cock for the first time.  It semi-erects as he jerks it.

I’m there.  I groan out my orgasm, grabbing the top pipes of the sling frame and hang on.  I can feel my cock give him at least four blasts of cum.  I stay right there.  His cock is now rock hard.  He jerks it—and splatters his cum all over his chest and pubes.  I lean down and lick up a puddle.  I slowly pull out and, with his cum still in my mouth, tongue his hole.  Mixing our two loads inside him…

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Our first encounter for those who missed it:  Bookstore Saturday:  The Man with the Wonderous Beard