My Playroom—October, 2026
Remember the handsome man
who took my dick and cum as he sucked a young Latino at the end of “The Perfect
Afternoon” post? I knew that I had
played with him over at the Jackson sex venue, but I didn’t know I had been chatting
with him on Recon. When I got home, I
pulled up the site and found him, though his one picture looked nothing like
him.
After that afternoon fuck,
we both knew that a meet in the playroom was needed. He arrived on my doorstep just six days later...
“Wow!” Ron has just
walked through the door of the playroom.
His eyes are wide. “This is
perfect…”
Instantly, he begins unbuttoning
his shirt. In moments, he is naked, his
clothes on the chair by the door. He
looks at the porn on the television, and his cock begins to swell. He sits on the edge of the bed. I am wearing my usual jock and boots, the
pouch of the jock now looking quite swollen.
I step towards him. He pulls the
fabric away from my cock and takes me into his mouth.
He moans and goes to
work. I love getting hard in someone’s
mouth. I don’t do it often enough—I’m often
rock hard before they even begin. His
tongue is great. He can’t keep out of my
piss slit. My cock is beginning to juice
up. He pulls off me, looking at the
head. He gently squeezes my balls and is
rewarded with a pearl of precum. He
hungrily licks it up.
We move to the flattened
bench. He gets on all fours. I kneel and begin to lick his ass crack. He groans.
His dick is like a faucet. There
is a continual drip from his cock onto the bench. I run my fingers through the sticky mess and
smear it on his pucker. My tongue pushes
it inside him.
Ron is moaning. He has found the mirror to his left. He watches me eat out his ass. I tongue fuck him a long time. He’s tight—and I’d like him to be looser
before I get my dick in there. I dip my fingers
in the coconut oil and grease up my cock.
I can’t wait. I stand up and work
the head into his slightly loosened hole.
He gasps—and I glide into him.
All the way. My pubes grinding
against his cheeks.
I pause.
I begin a slow fuck.
“Yessss….” he moans.
I pick up the pace. Ron moans.
He reaches back and touches his cock for a moment. I love how it swings in rhythm with my fuck.
I finally stop and pull
out. I don’t know if he does ATM, but I’m
guessing he does. I take a step towards
his head. “Bring that thing here and let
me taste it,” he moans. He takes me to
the root, enjoying the heady mix of lube/precum/ass jizz on my cock. He pulls off me and all but smacks his
lips.
I go back to his ass and
fuck him once more. We do round two of
ATM—and then head to the sling. He loves
the springs—and I find that I can hang the stirrups on the lower hook end of
the spring and it’s just the right height.
I go to my knees. I spend a long
time eating out his freshly fucked hole.
I love how his ass lips are beginning to engorge. I can’t seem to stop tongue fucking his ass.
I stand up and fuck him
once again. It feels totally different,
now that he’s on his back. I fuck him
for a long time. My eyes catch my reflection
in the full-length mirror behind the sling and I lock eyes with myself. I make the chains clank—and the new springs give
Ron a real ride.
I change it up by working
the Spades inside him. He loves the
toy. And it is the perfect stretch for
his tight hole. I work three of the five
spades into him. He pants on the pull
out. The next time he takes four. I try for five—but it’s not going to happen.
I go back to my dick.
Then it’s the
Seahorse. I only give him half of the
curved toy. He loves the feel of the
bumps and ridges. He seems to take just a
little more of it when the curve is going down.
I fuck him once again.
The last toy of this afternoon
is the clear dildo with the black handle.
He loves the smooth glide into him—and with this toy—he takes it deeper. I spend quite some time working it in and out
of him.
I fuck him yet again.
We break. He drinks some water and I sip my tea. I sit on the flattened bench, spreading my
legs.
“You want me to suck your
cock?” he grins.
“Nope, just lick my
balls.”
He likes this idea. He licks them individually. He tries to hoover them into his mouth, but I
remind him just to lick, not suck. This correction
makes him work harder. He lifts them to
lick the underside. I tell him to let
his tongue trace the cock ring. I moan
as he does it. Now his tongue is all
over the underside of my balls and my perineum.
He leaves the area sopping wet.
It’s my turn to lick
him. I pull out the rimseat. I ask if he’s used one before.
“Nope. Can’t wait.”
I get under and Ron sits
gingerly on the seat. It spreads his
hole open—and my tongue goes the deepest it’s been in him today.
“Holy shit…” he moans.
I can’t stop tongue
fucking him. He is so wet after all our
play. I keep licking and spitting.
“Ride me—then sit back up
here.”
Ron gets up. He chooses to face me as he sits on my
cock. It feels great to be back in his
warm, wet hole—and not have any say in how he uses my dick for his own pleasure. He slams himself down on me again and
again. Eventually, he sits back on the
seat—and my tongue goes crazy as I slurp away on his ass.
Once we stop, Ron is back
in the sling. “Try your hand.”
I remind him I didn’t
bring down the heavy-duty lube, but I have some Fuck Water left over from the
Fornication Parties sitting around. I
use it. But he’s uncomfortable—and my
nails aren’t prepped for this kind of play.
We leave it for another session.
“Will you cum in me?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Of course! I love how vocal you get.”
I smile and push my cock
into his hole. He takes a hit of poppers—something
he has used very sparingly over our session.
I am building nicely, but I’m nowhere near shooting. I reach for his brown bottle and take a hit.
Perfect.
My cock is instantly
needing to spurt. I fuck him hard—making
the sling bounce.
“FUCK!” I’m there and shooting. He jerks his own semi-hard dick. I hold onto the chains as I feel my semen blast
out of my cock. He keeps stroking
himself. I slowly pull out. A tiny stream of cum is escaping. I go to my knees and stop the flow with my
tongue…
No comments:
Post a Comment