Kieran Needs Some Stress Relief

 My Playroom—July, 2026

 

The very next day I ended up having Kieran come to the playroom.  July was all about moving house for him, but he finally found time to sneak away after all his endless trips to the new place.  On arrival, he apologized that he had strained his back with the move so he wasn’t sure what all he could do.  He stripped and sat on the bed…

 

My cock is already making my jock pouch stretch as I think of his oral skills.  I step forward.  He inhales deeply before peeling the fabric away.  He takes me, semi-hard, into his mouth.  His tongue is all over me, making me fully harden up very quickly.  He groans the moment my cock has reached its full size.  He begins sucking me in earnest—a great mix of deep throat and active tongue work.  He does my ball repeatedly before always returning to my dripping cock head.

I usually lie down to help him get under my ball sack, but that’s off the table today with his bad back.  Instead, I just spend a little longer feeding him my cock.  I begin to throat fuck him.  He groans as I plow into his mouth and across his tongue, deep into his throat.  After a couple of minutes, I pull out, leaving him panting.

I suggest the sling.  He moves cautiously to get into it, but once lying back on the leather he declares he’s totally comfortable.  I kneel and begin eating his ass.  Kieran moans: “That feels so good.”  I add coconut oil to my cock as my tongue works his hole.  I stand up and push the head of my cock into him.  He gasps.  I give him a moment and then inch my way into him.  Slowly.  Until I am buried inside him. 

I begin a slow in and out.  My hand runs over his hairy chest, massaging one minute, tweaking a nipple the next.  Now it trails down to his balls.  My fingers stroke them as I continue to fuck.

I pull out.  I go to my knees and lick his freshly fucked hole.  I love how anyone’s hole changes after a fuck.  Kieran’s ass lips are starting to swell.  I suckle them, making the blood pump to them even faster.  I stand back up and slide into him once again.  He takes my whole length this time.  He’s watching in the mirror above the sling.  The sight of him taking my dick makes his cock begin to harden.  I fuck—grabbing the top of the sling frame to pump harder.

I take a breather.  I grab the Seahorse off the toy shelf.  I slather it with lube.  Kieran loves the bumps on the toy.   The first time I used it on him, I think he took half.  Today, he has two thirds of it buried in his gut.  I push it in with the curve going up.  He pants as it grazes his prostate.  I push it in with the curve going down.  He moans and mumbles: “Deeper.”  I comply.

Seeing the toy split him open makes me harder yet.  I pull out the Seahorse and fuck him once again.  Slow.  With deep, long strokes.  His cock had gone down with the toy.  He gets hard again when the real thing is working his hole.  His hand goes to his erection and he works it for a moment—and then let’s go as I pick up the pace of the fuck.

I pull out once again.

I eat his hole for a moment before I get up and grab the Spades.  Instead of balls on a string, they are five mini butt plugs strung together.  Kieran loved this the last time we played.  I grease them up and insert the first one.  His hole snaps shut.  I begin working the second one into him.  Again, his hole closes around the end of it, but not as tightly now.  I push the third into him.  His hole gets smaller, but does not fully close.  I try for the fourth, but it’s too much.

“I’m pulling them out,” I tell him.

His hole resists as the big part of each spade leaves his hole.  He gasps—loving how full he felt—and then nothing.

“Do it again.”

I do.  One.  Two.  Three.  Try for four—and nope.

This time, Kieran’s cock has erected a little more with each spade worked into him.  He’s fully hard.  He cradles his dick in his hand.

I pull the string out.  One.  Two. Three.

“Fuuuuuuck!”

Kieran is shooting.  His load is all over his chest.  I stand up and lean in to lick up some of it.  He let’s me get the cum on his belly, but pushes me away from his tender dick.

Last time, he told me we could keep going after he shot.  Not today.  With the orgasm, I suspect he’s feeling his back again.  I help his out of the sling, hand him a towel for the rest of the cum splatter and watch him get dressed.  I grab my phone.  Just under an hour.  As I got off the day before at the bookstore, I am not at all distressed to put on my robe and follow him up the stairs…