My Playroom—March, 2025
Kieran, the married
cocksucker, was horny. He let me
know. Repeatedly. The texts just kept coming. He has only two days in the week he can sneak
away. Unfortunately, I had them
booked. But I told him I could play
either of those days the next week. He
instantly set the date and time.
On the designated day, he
parked in my driveway five minutes ahead of schedule. I was ready with all the towels in place and
the lube laid out. We chatted as we
walked down the steps to the playroom. I
asked if he had been to the bookstore lately.
(It is where we met.) He hadn’t. He wasn’t a huge fan of the new set up all in
one room (which I kinda love.) And he hated
how the gay couple I often see there got to everyone he was interested in
before he did (which made me sorta smile.)
He stripped down to
athletic socks and sat on the bed…
I hang my bathrobe on the
doorknob. I have put on a jock that has
not seen much service. (It’s been handy
to keep at least one fairly scent free.)
I stand before him. Kieran twists
my cock out of the pouch. It plumps in
his hand. It grows hard and sturdy in
his talented mouth.
I idly play with his hairy
chest as he licks my cock head. His tongue
swirls round and round it. My piss slit
begins to drip precum. I look down. His short cock has hardened, pulling back the
foreskin. His left hand begins jerking
and squeezing it as he sucks me.
To vary things a little,
a begin a slow face fuck. Kieran takes
it willingly. I can tell he likes it as
his hand on his dick moves faster. I build
up the speed. I stop, deep in his throat
and he takes over. He pulls me back out
and his tongue is all over my head and shaft.
Finally, I pull it totally out of his mouth.
“Balls.”
I take a step closer to
him. I hold onto my cock and give him
access to my nuts. They pull up a little
as his tongue flicks over them. He
carefully sucks each in turn into his mouth—the suction gentle, the tongue
caressing. He licks the bottom of my
cockring.
“Let me have that cock
again.”
And he starts all over
again. He is in no hurry to get his ass
pounded today. He sucks. He deep throats. He goes back to my balls. I am on the verge of asking if I can lie down
on the bed so he can continue that way, when he says “I better get in the sling
or I’ll shoot.”
He gets up on the sling
and I get his ankles in the stirrups. I
kneel and taste his hole. He has been busy
with his toy at home, for his ass lips are very pronounced, even before I work
on them. I burrow in, loving the feel of
the swollen flesh on my tongue and, eventually, in my mouth. He moans.
I am more than ready to fuck, but I spend a few more minutes with my
tongue in his ass.
I stand up and push in. I watch his face. As he relaxes, I begin to saw in and
out. Slowly. Deliberately.
His eyes are on the mirror above him, watching my cock open his
hole. Kieran reaches for his own cock
and then thinks better of it the moment he touches it. He lets go and closes his eyes to concentrate
on the fuck.
I pull out and go to my
knees. I hungrily take those swollen ass
lips into my mouth. He sighs and I
moan. I tongue them, loving the freshly
fucked feel of them. His asscunt is
juicy—and I spend long minutes fucking him with my tongue.
I stand up. My cock is freshly lubed. I plunge into him.
“Fuck, you feel even
bigger…”
And I think I am; the
tongue fucking has gotten me really, really hard. His hand goes to his dick. I increase the speed of the fuck. Kieran squeezes his oozing dick. Repeatedly.
“Oh, hell….” And he
shoots.
I slow down. I know from experience he can’t take a fucking
once he’s shot. I swipe my hand through
the puddle of his cum. I smear it on his
hole. I go to my knees and begin eating
his ass again. I suckle on those cummy, full
ass lips. And jerk. I surprise myself and think I might just get
off this way. I keep working and finally
manage to get both of his ass lips into my mouth at the same time.
Bingo!
I stand up and slide into
him easily. In three or four strokes I
am filling his ass with my seed. Kieran
is surprised—and pleased. I marinate in
his ass a bit, before reaching for a towel…
I glance at my
phone. Forty minutes from start to juicy
finish…