Giving Teddy Something New

 My Playroom—March 2026

On the day I was playing with Jaylen, I got a text from Teddy.  Teddy is the guy I used to fuck (and share) at the bookstore back when there were still two theatres.  He’s come to the house alone (which was great) and with his partner (which was one of the worst meet-ups in recent years.)

He wanted to play again.  Alone.  He was desperately horny. We arranged a time two days away.  His final text to me was “Use me hard.  I want your cum and piss!”  This had been talked of before, but we had not included watersports in our previous meets, at least not in any major way.

On Monday, I began hydrating two hours before he arrived…

 

The doorbell rings a few minutes after our appointed time.   He’s tall, dark and muscular from construction work. He’s likely 40 + now.   We go downstairs.  He strips and kneels at the base of the flattened fuck bench.  I walk towards him.  I grind the pouch of my stained yellow jock into his face.  He pants and begins to lick it.  He moans.  My cock lengthens, sticking obscenely out of the side of the pouch.

“Suck it.” 

He does.  With real passion and need.

I desperately feel like I could piss right now—but I can’t get the plumbing to work.  I can piss hard—but at this moment I’m too hard.  He deep throats me and chokes.  He pulls off my dick, with two strings of deep throat spittle still connecting us.  I wind them around my fingers—and smear them on his face. 

He moans, deep in his throat.  He really does want to be used.  I hold his ears and fuck his face.  I give him just half my length.  Slowly, I go deeper and deeper.  I bottom out.  He chokes.  I smear him with spittle once more.

“All fours.  Now.”

Teddy gets up on the padded fuck table.  I kneel and eat his ass.  I coat myself with coconut oil.  I stand and insert.  It’s a hard fuck, right from the start.  He takes it and tells me he loves it.  I pull out and make him do ass to mouth.  He does.  Willingly.  Anything to please me.

I fuck him again.  Harder, if that’s possible.  He takes it, clearly loving it.  I bring my cock to him to clean once again.  He does—leaving me dripping with his saliva—and my own precum.

“Roll over on your back.”

He does, his legs in the air.  He wraps his arms around his knees and pulls them towards his head, tilting his ass so I don’t have to do as deep a knee bend.  I fuck him.  I pull out, he opens his mouth to clean me, but I don’t give him my dick.  I sit on his face.  He moans in surprise, but instantly begins licking my hole.  This is new.  We have never talked about it.  I jerk as I grind down onto his face and tongue.

I stand up.  I turn and send a jet of piss across his face.  He moans and I sit back down so he can continue his rimming.

We move to the sling.  I eat his hole.  He is wonderfully open now.  I stand up and slap my cock on his balls.  I begin to piss.  A steady stream this time.  It covers his balls, sluices down his ass crack and onto the towel under the sling.  I stop myself midstream and go to my knees and begin to lick it up.  He moans.  “I want to taste it.”

I stand up, my mouth full.  I move to the head of the sling and bend.  He opens his mouth, knowing I have my piss for him.  I drool it onto his tongue and go back to lick him some more. 

I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  Teddy is very hard—and jerking himself.  Twice I knock his hand away.  When I slow down and pull out, once again I move to his mouth.  He does that awkward move in the sling to get my cock in his mouth.  He moans at the taste of his ass juices and my piss.

“Up and out,” I direct.  He gets out of the sling, surprised.  He’s even more surprised when I get in it.  “Eat my ass again.”

He kneels and digs in.  He groans.  He seems to be incredibly turned on to do something he’s never done with me before.  I stroke.  Eventually, I tell him to lick up to my balls.  He does.  I begin to piss.  A perfect fountain up into the air before landing on me and his face.  He goes crazy.  This seems to be exactly what he wanted.  He lets my piss cover him. He licks up every drop he can find.  He smears his piss covered face on my ass cheeks so he can lick them clean once more.

Suddenly he stops.  He stands up.  “Sir, I need to run upstairs and piss. I’m…”

“No.  You don’t need to do that…”

“But…”

“Piss on my ass and lick it up.”

The look of shock on his face gives way to hunger.  He places his semi-hard cock on my balls, just like I had done.  I can see his concentration as he wills himself to let fly. 

Nothing. 

Now a trickle.  He moans.  It grows.  It’s become a waterfall.  Now, a torrent of piss is released.  He can’t stop even if he wanted to…

He runs dry and he goes to his knees and begins licking his piss out of my ass crack.  Then from my cheeks, my ball sack, my jock.  I jerk my cock.  I am actually able to add a small spurt of piss of my own as he works his tongue all over me.

“I need to get out.”  He stands, a little unsteady on his legs as I swing out of the sling.  I tell him to get in as I need to breed him.  He hops in and his legs find the stirrups with no help from me.  He pulls himself down, spreading his damp ass for me.

I kneel and tongue him briefly, but I am so ready to breed.  I stand up and slide in.  He pants.  His cock erects.  He plays with it, but halfheartedly.  His concentration is on the feelings in his hole. 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Knock me up, Sir!”

I give him a few more strokes and let the cum flow.  The spurts go deep into his guts.  He forgets about his cock as he milks my dick with his talented hole.  I stay inside him for a long time afterwards.  I really want to piss his ass.  But I have nothing left in my bladder.  I reluctantly pull out, realizing it will be something new the next time we meet…