Alexander Works Through the Toys

 My Playroom—July 2026

 

I met Alexander in July of 2025 at the group party that used to happen in Grand Rapids.  He was a very distinguished, good-looking man who had come out late in life.  But he was feeling poorly that night and he left early, before any play.  The host was a great matchmaker and he made sure that Alexander got my phone number.  Alex talked to me, via text, a little later that month, but nothing came of it.

A year later, I received another text from him.  He wondered if he could come to the playroom.  It hit a sweet spot in time where I had a number of days open—and we made a date that worked for both of us.  By this time, I really had forgotten what he looked like—but I was impressed as I answered the door.  Alex came in—and was ready to head right to the playroom…

 

I open the door and let him go first into the playroom.  He’s impressed.  “All those mirrors…Hot!”  He starts to strip down.  I suggest his clothes go in the chair.

“Do you like to rip off underwear to get to my ass?”

“Sure.”

He leaves them on and sits on the bed.  “Let me suck that big dick.”

I work it out of the pouch of my very clean yellow jock.  He hungrily takes it in his mouth.  His tongue finds my piss slit.  He digs in and then he licks all over my cockhead.  I push a little deeper into his mouth to see how he can take it.  He takes the hint and swallows my entire length, grinding against my bushy pubes.  I stand still and let him go to work.  He quickly pulls up off me and gives me a good, varied cock sucking.

I want to eat his ass.  I suggest the bench.  Still clad in his underwear, he gets on all fours.  I reach up to rip.  Nothing.  I try a different way.  There is no give to the material.  I look to see if I have the scissors in the room—and of course, I don’t.  The potential hotness of the rending of his briefs has now made us both laugh.  He slips them off—and I stop chuckling the moment I bury my face in his hairy cleft.

He groans.  I moan as I lick.  His pucker flowers open with my continuous prodding.  I am deep in his hole.  I lube up with the coconut oil.  I stand and slide my head in.  He grunts as it breaches his hole.  I wait for a couple seconds and then slowly open him up.  He moans as I bottom out.  I hold—and begin the fuck.

His hole accustoms itself to my girth very quickly.  He has told he likes fist, too, and with how quickly he opens, I believe it.  I fuck him, our eyes meeting in the floor-length mirror in front of the bench.  He nods, enjoying my railing of his ass.

I pull out.  I ask if he wants to taste his ass.

“Fuck, yes!”

I let him slobber all over my cock.

“Get it good and wet, I’m not adding more lube.”

He does as he’s told.  I go back to his hole with saliva dripping off my dick.  I fuck it into him.  His hole is relaxing with every stroke.  It has gone from a tight sleeve to a spacious, hot fist hole.  I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I twirl it in the coconut oil and then into his ass.  He gasps at the very cool metal pushing into his hot flesh.  My cock follows, fucking into the bulbous head of the toy.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” he murmurs, his eyes now on the side mirror where he can see me in action.  I fuck.  I pull out and have him clean me once more—with the Ballistic Butt Bomb still in his ass.  I fuck him with the toy in place one more time before we move to the sling.

Once there, I soothe his ravaged hole with my tongue.  A quick fuck, before I reach for the speculum.  I slip it in and crank it open.  My finger plays with his prostate after each turn of the thumbscrew.  He moans.  It’s now wide enough for me to add my cock.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him, watching me fuck between the metal wings of the surgical equipment.

When I’ve had my fill, I crank it shut and ease it out of him.  I grab the medium sized black butt plug.  He takes it with little effort.  I use the BBB to pound on the base of toy, sending shivers through him.

I am ready to try my hand.  I smear Crisco all over my left.  Two fingers glide into him.  Three.  He pants.  Four.  I fold my thumb to my palm and push in.  Gently, but with purpose.  His sphincter snaps around my wrist, taking my whole hand.  I just let it stay there—then with a slight twist, pull it out.  He grins a delightfully goofy grin.  I do it again—and get the same result.

We take a little break, sitting on the bed.  As I enjoyed it so much with Jaylen the other night, I cuff his wrists, unhook the sling and fasten his wrists to the middle of the sling frame.  He juts his ass out—knowing just what I want.  I slide in and ravage his ass.  Something about the position (and his helplessness) makes me fuck him harder than ever.  I stop before I shoot, this time.

When he’s back in the sling, I pick up the Seahorse.  He takes three quarters of it with ease.  I go back to the BBB and then the Seahorse again.  This time he takes it all. 

I settle down to a rotation:  butt plug, Seahorse and then my left hand.  Now it’s plug, BBB and my right hand.  Back and forth.

“I love that look of the big one on the top shelf,” he tells me, looking at the rack of toys on the side wall.

“The Cutler X or the Sex Machine?”

“That one that looks like a robot’s dick.”

I go get the Sex Machine.  I grease it up—using a lot of lube.  I work it into him.  He takes a third of it the first time.  The next round he’s up to the halfway point.  To give his ass a break, I go back to the Seahorse.  The next time the big toy goes into him, he takes two-thirds of it.  I show him just how deep it went.  He’s impressed.

“And I think that may be enough for tonight,” he informs me.

Neither of us have gotten off in the traditional way, but we are both still very satisfied with this first meet after all these years...