Jack Gets Wet

 My Playroom—March, 2026

 

Jack, the man who been a regular at the bookstore and in my playroom a few years ago, was back in area.  We had a great re-match. (Jack Returns to the Playroom).  As we were walking upstairs, he reminded me he loved piss during our play.  I apologized that I’d run out of time that day to hydrate properly, but would the next time we met.

I got a text from him a few weeks later.  We set up a time.  On the day, I began hydrating the moment I sat down to type my morning blog post.  He arrived that afternoon—and I was ready…

 

I go downstairs with Jack and watch him strip off.  He looks great.  His head is shaved.  He’s hairy, right where you want him to be.  Nicely muscled from work and not the gym.

I sit on the flattened fuckbench, kneading the mound in my jock pouch.  Once he’s naked (but for socks with my cold floor) he kneels and buries his face in the fragrant jock.  He murmurs his appreciation before he begins to lick the fabric.  My cock fully erects, poking out of the side of the yellow jock.  He slowly licks up the shaft before swallowing me down.  He deep throats me with ease, making my cock drool.  I let him get me good and wet, but I can’t wait to eat his ass.

“Let’s trade places.”

He gets on the bench, on all fours, and I kneel on the padded floor.  I bury my face in his ass crack.  He groans.  I moan—and begin to lick his tortured pucker.  His hole loosens slowly, and that’s just fine, as I’m in no hurry.  I am right where I want to be.  I burrow into him, leaving his hole very wet.

I stand up.  My coconut oiled cock pushes into him for the first time today.  He moans—his eyes riveted to the mirror on the side wall that lets him see my anal attack.  I fuck him slowly, relentlessly building up speed.  My hips are now slamming into his hairy ass.

I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He devours me.  He loves ass to mouth.  I tell him to lick every inch of me—and he does.  I go back and slip it into him again.  I pound him hard and once more take my wet dick to his all but drooling mouth.  He cleans me.  Thoroughly.  Even my wet balls.

I go back to his ass and kneel.  I begin licking his freshly fucked hole.  He groans.  I moan into his crack.  My tongue goes deeper now, after the fucking.  I want to stay there, licking and spitting, but my cock tells me to fuck.  I stand up and plow him once again.

I stop, let him clean my cock and go to take a sip of my hot tea.  My eye catches the spreader bar under the sling.

“Sit up,” I tell him, unbuckling an ankle restraint from the sling chain.  I buckle it on his right ankle.  I get the other one and do the left.  I connect the bar between the two.  Jack knows just how to roll back, taking the spreader bar from my hands and holding it close to his chest, tilting his ass up, all while begging for my cock.  He gets it.  I push in and hold the bar with him.  I fuck him.  I love how helpless he looks.  It makes me fuck him harder yet.

I pull out.  He turns his head slightly so he can taste me.  I don’t stand still this time.  I fuck his face.  Then it’s back to his ass for a lazy, slow fuck that makes him beg for me to be harder.  I oblige.  I pull out once again and let him taste the mix of his ass jizz, my precum, and coconut oil.  I let him clean every inch of me.  I pull out.  He expects me to return to fuck him once again.  I don’t.  I sit on his face.  I am in a slightly uncomfortable squat—but I don’t care.  He is going crazy on my ass crack and hole.  I let him get me good and wet.  I try not to jerk as he does it, but I can’t help myself.  Finally, I stand and fuck him once more.  Another cleaning…and we move to the sling.

I eat his well-fucked hole.  He is really open now.  I love the taste of him.  But I also want him to taste more of me.  I stand up and give him a quick blast of piss.  It cascades from his balls on down to his ass crack.  I poke some into his butt.   He squirms.  I cut off the stream and kneel.  I lick him clean—starting with his dripping testicles, down his hairy crack and into his hole.  I am rock hard as I lap it all up.

I stand and fuck him.  His eyes find the mirror above him.  He loves watching my cock slice into him.  I fuck.  I eat his hole.  I fuck and let him clean my cock.  I drink more tea to keep the juices flowing.

I make an announcement. “I want you to eat my ass.”  We trade places in the sling.  I hook the stirrups around my knees and fasten them to the D rings of the sling behind me.  It tilts my ass up so he can go deep.  He loves to eat ass.  And it shows.  He can’t get enough.  I let him pleasure me for a long time.  Then I ask for him to lick my balls.  He does.  The moment his tongue touches them, I begin to piss.  It is a perfect piss fountain.  It rains down on my balls and sluices down my ass crack.  He dives hungrily for it.  His tongue is everywhere, catching every available drop.  My ass cheeks are coated with piss—and he licks me clean.

“Kiss me.”

He stops and rises.  We have a long kiss—exchanging the incredible flavors of our sex…

*

The rimseat comes out.  I go under and eat his hole.  His ass lips are wonderfully puffy.  “I want you on this,” he mumbles as I lick him out.

We exchange places.  He eats my hole with an amazing ferocity.  Then I stand up.  He is still wearing the ankle restraints as he lies on the mat under the rimseat.  I hook up the spreader bar again, pull his legs up until he can grab them.  It puts his ass in the right position.  I fuck him.  Silently wishing another man was here, so he’d have an ass to eat while I fucked him.  It’s a hot, but slightly awkward position.  I pull out and sit back down on the seat.  He rims me again—with the same enthusiasm as the very first time.

He stops.  “I need to piss,” he says, “and I want to cover your ass.”

I get up and unsnap the spreader bar I’ve left on him.  I get in the sling.  He stands, but can’t get the piss going.  I suggest he take a sip of water from the pitcher I have on the file cabinet.  He does.  It does the trick.  It starts as a small flow covering my balls; and then its a cascade of hot liquid down my ass crack.  The moment he’s done, he is on his knees, licking me clean.  I take a hit of poppers and just let him do what he loves…

When I come back to earth, I am so ready to breed.  We change places.  My tongue works his tortured hole.  It makes my cock so hard to take his swollen ass lips into my mouth.  But I need to cum.  I stand up.  I slide into his hole for the gazzillionth time that day.  I am so close.  I begin to fuck.

“Give it to me!”

I speed up.

“You know I want your cum…”

And, man, do I want to give it to him.  My balls ache.  “Fuck…” I mumble.

I do another taste of his ruined hole—and that does it.  I stand back up, slide in and explode.  Giving him every drop in my balls…

*

And to cap it off—he gave me a fabulous massage on the bed.  My shoulders and lower back hadn’t felt so good in weeks!