Kane Comes to the Playroom and Gets Wet

 My Playroom—August, 2026

 

The next Sunday, I got an early morning text from Kane, the hot young man with the perfectly rounded, hairy ass.  He was going to the beach on Lake Michigan—and realized he would be driving right by my house.  Did I have the time for a quick fuck and send him on his way with a load of cum in his butt?

I have tried to get his hot ass to my playroom on numerous occasions, but it has always been easier to meet him at a venue halfway between our homes.  I instantly said that I had all morning.  He told me a he’d see me at 11 o’clock. 

I went to the kitchen and started melting the coconut oil…

 

Kane and time can be a relative thing.  He is often late, but today, the doorbell goes off at 11:01am.  After a quick hug, I take him down the steps to the playroom.  I love watching the look on men’s faces as they see the playroom for the first time.  His face keeps lighting up as he looks around the room.  He strips down fast and I get his clothes off the bed to the chair by the door.  I hang my robe up and sit on the flattened fuck bench.

“Now come suck Daddy’s dick…”              

My cock is hard and sticking out of the side of the yellow jock pouch.  He kneels in front of me and takes me into his mouth.  My cock is already drooling.  He gives a little moan as his tongue swipes over it.  He takes me to the root, holds it and then pulls off me.  There is a rope of deep throat spittle connecting us.  I use my fingers to wind it around my shaft before he does it again.

“Lick my balls.”

He does.  Gently and obediently.   They go into his mouth one at a time—and come out feeling wet and ready.

I get up and have him climb up onto the table.  His ass looks perfect when he’s on all fours.   It is gorgeously rounded.  He occasionally shaves it, but today the black hair is running riot all over his butt—and especially in the crack.  His ancestors must come from somewhere in the Mediterranean—but I’ve never bothered to inquire specifics, I just revel in what they have given him.

I kneel and dig in.  He groans and the poppers come out.  I lick up and down the deep cleft between the two full globes.  I finally burrow into his tight sphincter.  My hands have to pull apart his full cheeks so I can get as deeply into him as I want. He moans even louder as I begin to tongue fuck him.

I lube my dick with the warm coconut oil.  I stand up and work my way into his hole.  Damn, he’s tight today.  He pants as I inch into him.  I bottom out and hold.  I look at Kane in the mirror in front of us.  He’s found the mirror on the side wall—and has been watching my dick disappearing into him. 

 “Fuck me, Daddy.  Make me feel it.”

I begin a slow in and out.  His ass begins to loosen as I plunge into him.  I build up the speed of the drilling.  Kane pants; so do I.  I pull out and bring my wet cock back to his mouth.  He loves ATM and cleans me up, reveling in the taste of his hole—just as I had done moments before. 

I kneel and taste his freshly fucked hole.  It makes my dick even harder if that’s possible.  I fuck him again.  Harder.  More deliberately.  Once again, he licks me clean of the heady mix of coconut oil, ass jizz and precum.

We move to the sling.  It is so good to finally see him in my sling.  He loves how roomy it is—and the mirror above him.  I spend some time on my knees eating his hole, keeping it open and ready for my dick.  I stand up and slide in.  It’s a better angle now—and he takes the last three quarters of an inch of me that he couldn’t on the bench.  I fuck, looking at his face.  Not quite believing my good fortune.

To give my dick a break, I try the Seahorse on him.  He likes the feel of it, but he’s so tight today he does not even take half the toy.  I toss it on the toweled floor and use the real thing—a deep in and out.

“Do you have any piss?” he mumbles. 

This is new for us, but he’d mentioned it in his early morning text. I’ve hydrated.  I pull out and piss gushes over his just-fucked hole.  He groans.  His big dick thickens up and he strokes.  I finally knock his hand away so he doesn’t shoot.

I go to my knees and begin to lick up my piss.  His super hairy crack has caught so much it.  I lick him clean as he occasionally strokes his cock.  “So hot…” he groans.

I stand up.  My oily dick slides into him.  He gasps.

“Can you piss me in me?”

I nod.  His hand flies over his cock.  “Oh, shit…”  He’s shooting before I can even start pissing.  I catch his jizz with my left hand.  I soon have a huge puddle of it there.  I bring it up and he watches me lick my hand clean—while I keep pumping.

“I—I can’t take much more…after I shoot…”

I pull out.  I go to my knees and smear some of his jizz on the piss-soaked hairy cleft.  I begin drilling my tongue into him while I jerk.  The wet hairy ass is taking me over the edge incredibly fast.  I stand up and shoot all over his hole. 

Our eyes are locked as my left-hand fingers some of my jizz into his tight hole…