The Problem with Kieran

 My Playroom—January, 2026

 

My busy January continued with an appearance by Kieran in the playroom.  He would be there weekly if I let him.  I do think he has one of the best mouths I have ever had on my cock in recent years.  But lately, he wants to be fucked as well.

Kieren is married, so his shower time is problematic.  I know he has a dildo that he uses on himself.  He knows about cleanout—but the routine that is ‘good enough’ for his toy is not good enough for my mouth and cock.  It was not an easy conversation to have, but I talked to him about it.  The next time he was here, it was better.  Until it wasn’t.  He did not want to try to re-clean at my house, so we just ended the session.

I had agreed to play once more…

 

It’s a cold, cold day, but the heat is on in the playroom—and it is actually toasty.   I leave Kieran to get undressed and go strip down in my bedroom.  When I come back through the playroom door, I’m in just boots and a clean jock, covered by my bathrobe.  I find Kieran naked on the bed, his eyes glued to the porn.  It’s an eight-man orgy—and Kieran is riveted by it.  I hang my robe on the doorknob and present my cock mound to him.

His mouth is all over the fabric.  Soon, he pulls it to one side with his teeth, letting my hardening cock spring free.  He looks at it for a moment, before swallowing me down.  I love to harden up in his throat.  I plump up fast.  He waits for as long as he can, before pulling off me and gasping for air.  He catches a breath and devours me again.  First a series of quick deep throats—and then he settles down to licking my cockhead and piss slit with his fabulous tongue.  I close my eyes and just let him do whatever he wants.

I open them again when he moves to my balls.  He loves to inhale deeply, savoring the fragrance of my nut sack.

“Lie down on the bed, so I can do them right…”

I do, adjusting the pillow so my head is a little higher and I can watch.  He sits between my legs and begins licking my balls.  He lifts them, his tongue tracing my cock ring.  He knows I like a guy to dig his tongue between the ring and my balls.  He does it expertly, making me squirm.

Now his thick tongue is lapping every inch of them, leaving me covered in his hot saliva.  Soon enough, he comes back to lick all that up, too.  He begins to work up the shaft.  He does everything he’s already done before, but now with me lying down.  I close my eyes again and let him go to town.

He pulls off me.  “My hole needs your cock.”

He stands up, as do I.  I have hung a chain from the top of the sling frame for Kieran to use to grab onto.  He’s short—and the sling is set tall for my legs.  He rolls into place, releasing the chain.  I get him to pull himself down towards me, using the D-rings on the sling.  He’s in position and ready.  I go to my knees.  I finger his hole with coconut oil.   He’s done a good job today.  I go to lick his hole.  But there is a funk that makes me stop.  To be blunt, he’s cleaned the hole, but the expelling water has left his perineum and even his cheeks with an unpleasant smell.

I stand up and slide in.  I fuck him.  Hard.  Letting out my frustration.  He’s taken away one of the things I love most about a good fuck.  I pump into him.  He’s surprised at my speed—but loving it.  And, surprisingly, my cock is, too.

“I think I could cum…” I mutter.

Before he can say anything.  I am unloading deep into his ass.  I’d thought about faking it—and my body took over.

He’s pleased.

I’m fine with the compromise.

But it means another talk before he’s over here again.  And I’m not looking forward to that…