My Playroom—May, 2026
Zane and I came home from
the impromptu gangbang at the bookstore a little high with jizz joy. We had expected a couple of guys to stick
their dicks in his mouth as I fucked him, but we had lucked into the right
crowd of men. When we got home, I think
I took a nap—and Zane went down to where he was sleeping in the playroom and
may have done the same thing.
I made chicken stroganoff
for dinner. Zane showered right after I
did the dishes. I loved the idea that I
was starting tonight with a fresh canvas…
We start on the bed, as
before. But tonight it feels more
urgent. He sucks my cock, licks my balls
and my perineum. I can’t wait: “Sit on
my face.” He grins and turns, settling
his hairy crack down on my open mouth. All
that hair is still slightly damp. I make
it wet. I tongue fuck him deeply. I keep picturing all the men who shot up his
hole this afternoon. I can feel my cock
dripping at the thought, but I won’t let him bend to suck it. I want his full weight on my face. I need to be as deep as possible in him.
I double tap his furry
butt cheek and he gets up. He cleans my
dick of all the jizz drippings. We kiss. Without direction, he gets on the fuck bench. The ass eating continues. The first fuck. Slow and deliberate—opening his hole for the
night. The first ATM. And a kiss
afterword, tasting each other. Sharing.
Making our dicks drip even more.
I fuck him once more on
the bench. I let him clean my cock, but
as he’s doing it, I unclip the wrist restraint from the sling. When he comes up for air, expecting a kiss, I
buckle the restraint on his left arm. Now the right. I do the same with his ankles. I fuck him once more.
I get him up. I unbuckle the sling at the ass end and let
it hang from the front chains. I hang a
chain from the center of the frame. I
attach his wrist to the links above him.
He stands there, hanging by his wrists, his feet on the floor and his
butt jutting out at just the right angle.
I kneel and slurp the coconut oil out of his ass. It’s already thickening and looks like cum
dripping from his butt. I feast on it
before I stand up and fuck. He feels
terrific, as does the whole mind fuck of him hanging there.
I take him down and clip
the sling back in place. He gets in and
I clip his ankles to the added chains still hanging from the frame, so his legs
are vertical. I let him keep his arms
free. For the first fuck. So he can use poppers. Then his hands are secured. I fuck him, popper-less, and it makes his
cock stand up.
I slow and pull out. I eat him out again. I come and kiss him. I feed him his juices, then administer the brown
bottle. I cap it as I go back and fuck
him. His eyes are sometimes on me and
sometimes on the mirror above, watching his talented ass get filled.
I slow down the fuck and
pull out. “Be right back.”
I go to the freezer and
remove the other, bigger, load I’d collected for him. I take it down. The end of the condom bulges obscenely with
that young guy’s semen. I unwrap
it. I place it against his hole. Zane shudders at the cold. I push it in and he gasps. It’s a fat chunk of frozen cum now melting in
his ass.
“Fuck it deep,” he
murmurs.
I do just that. The cold on the tip of my cock is intense. His ass is so hot, that it is melting
fast. I begin a slow fuck. We can both feel
the delicious feeling lube coating his guts.
I pick up the pace. There can’t
be any left frozen, I think. But there
is—and as I go deeper into Zane, my cock finds it and delights in the coolness
of the cum all over again.
I pull out and let him
clean some off my cock. Then the
blindfold goes on. I am all over his
body with hands and mouth. He can never
be sure what I will touch or lick next.
His nipples. His navel. His mouth.
His cock. All are fair game. I settle down and felch out some of the cum
load, thinking how hot it is that the cum had already been in my mouth once
before. The thought makes me fuck Zane
harder.
I want my ass eaten. Tonight I opt for the rim seat. Zane gets under. The moment I sit down his tongue is in
me. Deep. And wet.
He makes the sexiest moans and murmurs as he eats me out. I sigh—and stroke.
I get up. The seat is low and my long legs are feeling
it. Zane wants more. He hands me his bottle of poppers he’d tucked
in his jock. I take a hit and settle
down. Whatever his brand is, they do nothing
for me. But his tongue is working me
hard. And that’s what I want…
I get up again. This time I raise the seat and tell him we will
reverse. He gets up. He expects me to lie down, but instead, I
tell him to get on the fuck bench. “I
want to eat a hole I’ve just fucked,” I say as I insert and begin a gentle in
and out. He groans. I stop dead.
His eyes find mine in the mirror in front of us. His eyes grow big as he feels piss filling
his ass. It’s not a lot—but all I can muster
at the moment. I pull out and lie
down. Zane settles down on the seat, which
spreads his hole for my tongue. I dive
in. I love the slight piss taste and the
heady cum/coconut oil mix. I work hard
to get my piss back. I would love it to run
out of him. Back I don’t get any. Not even a drop.
I finally come up for air. Zane lends me a hand to pull me up and into a
kiss. Our tongues roam around in each
other’s mouths. It’s hot. And real.
And connected.
We go back to the
sling. I need to breed. This is the third time we’ve played—and I didn’t
shoot during the first two. Zane can
tell by my face I am going to fill him with my cum. His cock erects. He jerks it in time to my fuck strokes.
“Give it to me,” he
moans.
“You want my cum? You’ve taken so much this weekend…”
“Please…I really want your cum inside me…”
This makes my cock swell. I know he means it. And I want my cum in him. All night…
That thought, of him
fingering his hole and tasting my jizz at some late hour of the night, pushes
me over the edge. I empty my balls into
him. I can’t stop shooting—I just hang
onto the chains. Zane begins milking my
dick in his ass. The contractions of his
butt give him some extra jizz.
I collapse on his chest. His arms go around me.
The perfect end to our
long weekend.
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