"Breed Your Boy, Daddy"

 My Playroom—January, 2026

My play with Kane and his hairy butt was all about the thrill of the hunt—wanting to incorporate new men in our play.  Two days later, it was just the opposite.  Sawyer, once known on here as Fist Guy, came south to the playroom.  The vibe was totally different—two guys wanting to make the other feel great.  It was hot buddy sex…

 

I sprawl on the bed.  Sawyer kneels between my splayed legs.  He inhales the scent of my well-used jock.  He sighs.  He begins to lick it and use his teeth to pull the fabric away from my cock and balls.  As he pulls, my cock erects, slapping his nose.  He instantly swallows me down.  He stays there.  His tongue comes out and he can actually lick my balls with my shaft in his throat.

He pulls off me and now licks my balls in a more traditional way.  He gets them very wet, then he lifts them and tongues under them.  His tongue traces along my cockring.  I squirm.  He knows this is my hot spot.  He spends a long time there.  I occasionally stroke my dick, letting my precum drool out of it.

“Sit on my face.”

Sawyer grins and stands up.  I move slightly down the bed, dragging a pillow with me.  He steps up, straddling my chest.  He lowers his ass to my open mouth.  It’s his turn to moan and squirm.  I eat his him out.  I love that I am doing this before the first fuck and there is barely a gape.  I poke and prod and burrow into his talented hole.

We move to the bench.  I take two minutes to raise the middle section for him as he likes the support.  I eat his ass again as I slather up my cock.  I stand and push in.  All of me.  I bottom out and hold for a long moment.  Sawyer pants and tells me how good it feels.  I begin to fuck.  He feels great on my cock.  I pull out and have him taste all his juices.  He cleans me thoroughly before I go back inside him.  His hole has already opened up.  The Ballistic Butt Bomb is in reach on the shelf to my right.  I grab it and twirl the stainless-steel head in the coconut oil—all while keeping the fuck going.

I pull out.  I push the BBB into his with a twirling motion.  Sawyer groans.  I get the long handle of the toy under my balls and push my cock back into him.  It feels terrific.  I have tightened him right down again.  I also love the rub of the long handle on my balls.  Eventually, I pull out, remove the toy and lick his now open hole.

Delicious.

We move to the sling.   I eat him out—and fuck him.  He is wide open now, so I slip the ass grommet over my turgid dick and grease it up.  I push into him.  Sawyer’s eyes go wide as he feels the added girth.  I fuck him hard.  Then slow.  Now, standing still and pulling the sling onto my cock and pushing it off me.

I pull out.  I begin stretching him with an eight-finger lateral stretch.  He encourages me.  Soon, my left-hand slips inside him.  I do a very slow turn and work it out.  

I use the clear dildo with the black handle just to give my dick a rest.  We move quickly to the two-tier butt plug my brother gave me ages ago.  I know Sawyer who can take it.  Not everyone can.  It slips home—making him pant. 

I go back to my left hand.  Slowly working myself into him once more.  This time I slide my cock down my wrist and double fuck him with an open hand inside him and my cock going through my fingers.  He can’t get enough of this.  I do it again and again.

Now I do it with my right hand and dick, but that never seems to line up as easily.  I make it inside him for the double fuck—but it’s uncomfortable.  I go back to the left…

*

I have spent a long time now just using my hands on him.  Alternating them.  Back and forth.  We both know that it’s time to wind things up.  My cock has gone down with the concentration of being careful with my fists, but it’s an easy solution to get it hard again.  I wipe off the excess lube and bury my face in his used hole.

Bingo.

I am more than ready.  I stand up and thrust inside Sawyer for one last time.  I fuck him.  Hard.

“You know I want your load!”

I nod.

I speed up a little—then slow.  It actually feels better when I’m not so frenzied.  I keep to the slower pace.  “So close,” I murmur.

“Breed your boy, Daddy.”

And I’m there.  I shoot and shoot…