Jaylen Works the Cum Out of Me

 My Playroom—March, 2026

 

The playroom was busy in March.  Soon after S J’s fist fest, I welcomed Jaylen, who wanted to get back in the sling.  He is the young man I first met at his apartment, but once he came to the playroom for our second meet, he never wanted to be fucked in his double bed again. 

He arrived in the early afternoon.  I took him downstairs and went back up to strip down in my bedroom.  As I re-entered the playroom, Jaylen was watching the porn while lying on the bed.  He was naked but for some backless underwear.  I sat on the flattened fuck bench and he knelt in front of me…

 

Jaylen’s mouth is all over my swelling cock.  I have gotten it out of the pouch of the cleanest jock I currently own.  He kisses the shaft before beginning to lick.  He moves down first—and then up to my cockhead.  There is a single pearl of precum in the slit.  He licks it up.  Hungrily.  Now he is deep throating me.  Making himself choke.  Deliberately.  He pulls off me, panting for air. 

I let him get his lungs full, before I gently pull him towards my balls.  He licks them.  Tenderly.  But thoroughly.  He leaves them good and wet before deep throating me once more.

I am so ready to eat his ass.  “Let’s change places and get you up here.”

We both stand and make the switch.  I kneel.  Jaylen’s underwear, those backless, rides up just enough that I can’t get to his hole.  I help him take them off so I have total access.  Soon, I am buried between his generous ass cheeks.  I pull them apart with my hands so I can tongue fuck him.  He groans.  He reaches back with one hand to pull himself even more open.  I lick all around his pucker.  I lick up and down his crack, leaving a trail of saliva.  I work his tight hole once more.

I stand up, greased with coconut oil.  I work my way into his ass.  It’s easier to get into him nowadays then when we first played, but he is still tight.  My cock is relentless—and slides home, my overgrown bush flattened by his full cheeks.  I hold in place for a long minute.  I begin to fuck.  Slow and measured.   Almost all the way out and all the way in.  Jaylen groans.  I take a deep breath and begin to fuck him faster.  And faster.

“Yesssss….” hisses Jaylen into the mirror in front of him as he watches me pound into him. 

I stop.  Suddenly. And pull out.  I bring my wet cock to Jaylen’s mouth.  He’s all over it.  When we first met, I couldn’t imagine him doing ass to mouth.  But he tried it at my urging and he loves it.  He moans as he licks me clean of our combined juices and coconut oil. 

My cock is wet with his saliva as I push back into him.  I fuck him hard and pull out once more for a cleaning.

We move to the sling.  He wants to try a position he’s seen in some porn.  At first, I think he’s just going to stand on the floor with his chest to the leather, but no.  He straddles the sling, a leg on each side as he lays on his stomach.  His legs look awkward, so I get them into stirrups.  Now he looks hot as fuck.  I eat and fuck him in this position.  I take pictures for him to post on his profile.

He flips to the traditional sling position of being on his back.  My tongue can get deeper into his hole with his legs spread this way.  I tongue fuck him for a long time as he moans and squirms.  He touches his cock, but let’s go of it as I stand up to fuck.  I slide in.  I build to a strong, chain-rattling fuck.

I eat him out again.  He is self-lubing like crazy now.  I lap it up, groaning in the back of my throat.  It makes my dick even harder, so I stand up and fuck him once more.

We have a mini break as I pull out the rim seat and the mat.  Jaylen’s eyes are bright.  He loves how deep my tongue can go in him this way, but he also really likes to ride my cock as I lie there.  I go under and close it.  He sits.  His thick ass is spread by the seat and I have total access to him.  I eat him out, going deep.  He whimpers as I do it.

Without any direction from me, he stands, takes a few steps forward and sits on my hard cock.  I moan as he settles in place.  He loves taking charge for a moment.  He starts slowly, bouncing and squeezing my turgid meat.  He picks up his pace quite fast.  He is soon slamming himself down on me.

Abruptly he stands up.  He sits on the seat.  His ass has juiced up with riding me.  My tongue goes into him again and again to get every drop.  He is moaning.  The moment is so hot I have to stop stroking my cock as I rim him. 

Jaylen gets up once again.  He sits on my dick.  I wonder if this will be it.  Am I going to shoot?  He rides me just as hard, but for some reason my orgasm, though feeling like it’s just around the corner, never happens.  When his legs tire, he sits down on the seat once more.  His hole is sopping wet now.  I eat him out, moaning at my good fortune.

Suddenly, I know I am close to shooting again.  I tap his thighs and Jaylen stands up.

“Sling,” I bark out.  He is in it before I can fully stand up.  I kneel and eat his ass again, though it’s more about greasing up my cock.  I stand and push into him, a little roughly.  I need his hole.  Now.  I begin to fuck.  Jaylen’s cock firms up.  He knows I’m going to shoot.  

It takes very little time.  Suddenly, I am holding onto the chains and my cock is blowing it’s load deep inside him.  I stop thrusting and just let my balls empty.  This is his cue to start stroking himself.  He hardens fully.  He pumps.  I lightly touch his balls.  It sends him over the edge, pooling his load on his stomach, filling his belly button.  Before I pull out, I swipe my fingers through his jizz.  I lick them clean as Jaylen moans... 

Fucking My Fist Inside S J

 My Playroom—March, 2026

 

The man I had called Sawyer (and Fist Guy when I first met him while having group sex) had wanted to come to the playroom around the time I had the flu.  He understood the need to wait.  We both wanted me in top form when we met.  As I improved, we set a date near the middle of March.

In the meantime, we emailed each other.  He’d found the blog (not a hard thing to do as it’s listed on two or three of my hook-up site profiles.)  He wondered about his blog name.  I told him I create a name for a least a modicum of anonymity.  He was mock incensed.  He had always used his name or initials in profiles, for online postings. 

So, to that end, Sawyer will now be S J… 

 

He looks great, stripping down, tossing clothes in the chair.  I sit on the flattened fuck bench.  He comes over, naked but for socks (as the cement floor is cool to cold) and kneels in front of me.  My cock is quickly out of the pouch and in his mouth.  I close my eyes and let his tongue do anything it wants to me.  He licks my shaft, my balls and my drooling cockhead.  He deep throats me again and again.

It’s too much.  I need to taste his hole.  I have him get up on all fours on the bench.  I kneel and lick down his ass crack.  The first time, I just go right on over his hole and keep licking downward.  Then I come back up—and this time I zero in on his pucker.  He groans as I batter it with my tongue.  He opens easily and my tongue goes deeper and deeper.  His hole is begging to get fucked—and I can’t wait.

I stand, my cock glistening with coconut oil.  I slip into him.  I mean to stop two thirds of the way in—but his ass just swallows me up.  Every inch is in S J’s hot hole.  I pause, the briefest of moments and begin a slow fuck.  Really opening his ass.  Coating it with the first layer of lube—and making him start to produce his own hot ass jizz.  I build rapidly.  I am fucking fast and deep.  My left boot goes up on the bench—and my cock goes into him even deeper.  S J groans.  I keep drilling.

His hole has opened fast, as is the case with many guys who love fist.  I pull out and grease up the egg headed dildo.  It slides into his hole and my cock is right on top of it.  Perfect.  His ass feels just like it did when I started.  I fuck him for some time before I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cleans me up, relishing the taste of his own hole.  I fuck him again, this time with the dildo on top of my cock.  It’s not as comfortable, so I slip out and reverse it so the toy is under my cock once more.

I pull the dildo out and grease up the stainless-steel oval head of the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  The coconut oil glints in the reddish light from the fixture above us.  I slide it in.  S J groans.  It’s still cool to the touch.  It heats up quickly in his hot ass.  My cock goes into him, too, right along the smooth, thin shaft.  I love it as a DP toy.  I love how my cockhead smashes into the head of it, pushing it ever deeper into S J’s willing hole.  I fuck him like this for a long time—but with frequent breaks for some ass to mouth action.  His saliva mixes with the coconut oil making a fabulously slippery lube.

We move to the sling.  I eat his wet hole.  I fuck it.  I go get the clear dildo with the black handle and slip it inside him.  He loves how full he feels with it.  But I know that he really wants fist—the toys are just a good change of pace. 

I begin greasing up my left hand.  My fingers, first two, then three, are inside him.  I grease my right now, too.  Three fingers of one hand slip in, slide out and three fingers from the other hand take their place.  Back and forth.  Now, all six go in, knuckles together and palms out.  I do a stretch.  Opening him ever more.

I regrease.  My left hand works into him.  All of it.  His ass lips clamping down on my wrist.  I stand up and my rock-hard cock slides down my wrist and enters his hole.  My cock head crosses my palm and the head goes through my fingers inside him.  I fuck this way for some time, pull out and slide in once more.

I grease up the right hand.  It takes slightly longer to get into him with my dominant hand.  I do the same thing with my cock—adding it to my fist inside him.  It is not quite as comfortable a fit, so I go back to my left and do it all again.

I kneel.  I do some more ass stretches.  Now I alternate hands.  First the left slips in, turn slightly and pulls out, followed by the entrance of the right.  Back and forth.  It makes S J pant.

I give my hands a break and grab the Seahorse, the curved toy with lots of ridges.  It must feel incredibly different after me.   He likes the curve going up—but he LOVES the curve going down.  His moans make my cock hard.  I pull the toy out and fuck him again.

I do alternate hands once more.

Now my left and my cock.

Again, to vary things, I grab the Sex Machine, the toy that looks like a dick cut off a robot.  S J pants with this one.  He takes maybe two thirds of it.  Poppers come out.  He takes more.  And more.  This mammoth toy is not quite buried in him, but damn close.

We take a rest.

When he’s back in the sling.  I work the swollen lips of his ass with my tongue.  I get very hard as I suckle on them. 

I fuck him. 

I work my left hand into him.

I re-visit most of the same toys once more.

I wipe up the excess Crisco and eat his hole once again.  My cock hardens up.  I slip into his abused ass.  He grins at me, nodding, knowing what I’m about to do. 

“Do it, Daddy.  This ass is yours…”

I slide in. 

I love the feel of his puffy hole…

Jaylen's Wet Hole

My Playroom—March, 2025

The next day I had action in the playroom.  Jaylen, the young man I met about two years ago, wanted a return visit to the playroom.  He has a complicated work schedule, but we found time we were both available on the Saturday afternoon.  Once again, his choice was to come to the playroom as opposed to fucking at his apartment.  He loved the atmosphere and the fuck furniture.

Jaylen is a very punctual young man.  He arrived a minute before our agreed time.  He was a little nervous as I greeted him at the door.  We headed right down the stairs…

 

Jaylen strips off as we catch up on each other’s lives.  He is close to 30 now.  His hair is long.   Really long.  His build is cubbish, but there is not a hair on his body below his neck. He keeps a designer jock on.  And socks, with the cool floor.  I ditch my robe, hanging it on the doorknob.  When I turn back into the room, Jaylen is already kneeling, ready to serve.

“Get my cock hard.”

I step closer.  My mound of cock and balls, covered by the least used jock in my rotation, presses into his nose.  He huffs the scent.  He squeezes his own hidden cock in response.  My pouch is pulled aside and he begins to suck me.  Each time we meet, he is better at handling my thickness in his mouth.  I hold him in place after a bit and fuck his face.  He gurgles happily, until I let him go to proceed at his own pace.

He eventually pulls off my cock and nuzzles into my balls.  “Get them wet,” I tell him.  He does, lapping away at the hairy orbs.  I lift them and his tongue goes under, connecting with my cock ring.  He whimpers a little as his tongue hits the hard metal.  And sighs as he licks the tightening sack.

“Let’s get you into the sling.” 

Today, he rolls back into it easily.  His legs go up and are secured.  I kneel and pull apart his generous ass cheeks to get to his hole.  He groans as my tongue flicks across his tight pucker.  I work on it a long time.  I want to be able to get into him a little more easily, today, than in previous sessions.  I work hard, and Jaylen relaxes, his hole is now inviting me in.  I stand up.  My cock pushes into him.  Slowly.  Steadily.  He pants.  I am buried to the hilt now.  He wills himself to relax.  And he does.  I begin a slow fuck.  He moans, lost in sensation, with his eyes closed tight.

He opens them as I pick up speed.  His eyes lock on the mirror above him, watching my cock pound into his ass.  I finally slow, pull out and go to my knees to taste my cock juices in his ass.  His ass is amazingly juicy after my assault.  My tongue works into him as deeply as I can get it.  As I do, I grease up the smallest butt plug.  I slip in in and tell him we should move to the bench.

Today I have it as a flat padded table, so the usually raised middle section won’t be uncomfortable for him.  He kneels on it, liking his reflection in the mirror dead ahead of him.  I kneel and work out the plug.  I stick my tongue in his slight gape.  He gasps—and then moans as I tongue fuck him.  I stand up and fuck.  Hard.  Faster than before.  I pull out.  “Taste your ass.  See why I can’t keep my mouth off your hole.”  I feed him his cock, wet from his ass.  He hesitates a fraction of a second before he takes it in his mouth.  He moans as he cleans it.  He loves his juices as much as I do.

I fuck him again and have him clean me.  And I repeat it all a third time…

*

We take a quick break.  While he has some water, I pull out the rimseat.  This is new for him.  I get under it and invite him to sit on my face.  He does.  His large ass all but seals my mouth to his hole.  If I want air, I have to turn to the side—but I don’t.  At least not yet.  I love eating his hole and not being able to breathe.  I finally gulp for air and my tongue goes right back into him.

I realize that I hadn’t said my usual thing about riding my cock and then sitting back on my face.  Just as I’m thinking it, Jaylen stands up.  He moves so he is astride my cock and sits on it.  He gasps.  I groan.  He rides me, pounding himself down on my dick.

“Let me taste that hole again...” I mutter.

He ignores me for another minute—and then pulls himself up with a delightfully wet squishy sound and sits back on the seat.  His hole is the wettest I’ve ever seen it.  Ever pore is oozing his homemade lube to protect his insides from that fat intruder between my legs.  He pants.  The act of my tongue fucking him is driving him crazy.  Every nerve ending around his hole is screaming. 

We only stop so that I can finally get some air.  Jaylen gets on all fours on the bed as I sit on the mat and slow my breathing. 

“Fuck me.”

I stand and fuck him, his head buried in a pillow.  I realize as I plow him, that the rimseat has gotten my balls working overtime.  I am actually close to shooting.  I don’t want to do it like this—I want to watch his face as I breed him.  I slow my anal assault and ask it he’ll get in the sling again.

Jaylen is more than willing.  “You going to breed me?” he asks as he lies back and raises his legs to the stirrups.

“You bet.”

I go to my knees and, once again, bury my face in his wet ass.  He pulls his cock out of the jock as I lick him out once more.  He begins to jerk it as I stand and slide into him.  I am even more ready to unload than I thought.  I could do it right now.  I hold it another moment.  It is an exquisite agony.

“Oh, fuck!  Take it!!”

I am squirting into him, flooding his already wet hole with my cum.

“Yesssss,” he croons.  He beats his cock as I stay still, buried inside him.  In moments, he is covering himself with his cum. My hand smears it around on his belly.  I take my cummy fingers and run them down his crack as I pull out of his ass.  I push some of his semen inside him so it can mingle with mine, making him wetter still… 

Joseph's Furry Ass Returns

 My Playroom—February, 2025

 

The very next day, the sling was in use again.  I had arranged for Joseph, the young man who had just moved to the area, to make a return visit.  He was eager, but mentioned that this time he would need to do an evening.  I was fine with that, but told him I wouldn’t fully hydrate for piss as I didn’t want to be up every hour to piss after he leaves.  He understood.  I was now really looking forward to it after the abbreviated play time with Kieran’s quick cumming.

 

Joseph texts me from the drive that he’s here.  He’s of that generation that doesn’t know what a doorbell is for…I let him in and we go downstairs.  I am wearing my robe and boots, with a medium used jock.  Joseph strips down to a pink jock.  It looks great, framing his very furry ass.  He comes over to hug me.  His arms go around my chest, my hands instinctively cup his hairy ass cheeks.  We grind our bodies together.

“Get hard in my mouth, Daddy.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I go and lean on the fuck bench.  He kneels and inhales the jock.  “Fuck, you smell good….” He buries his mouth on the pouch.  My cock begins to go from plumped to hard.  He pulls the fabric to the side and takes me into his mouth.  In moments, thanks to his busy tongue, I am fully erect.  I hear him fumble with his own cock, freeing it from the fabric.  He strokes as he fully deep throats me.  He pulls off me, with a long string of deep throat spit connecting his mouth and my dick.  I wind it around the shaft, while looking into his cock hungry eyes.  He takes me to the root again.  When he pulls off me, all the saliva pools on my balls.

“Clean them up.”  My voice is soft but authoritative.  He does, his tongue slurping up the mess.  This makes him jerk harder.  I lift the cleaned up hairy sack and tell him to clean under them. 

He does.  But for only a second. “Oh, fuck, Daddy…”

He stops.  He’s shot a big load that is coating the once clean jock.

I can’t believe it’s happened again.  On back-to-back days…

“I can keep going.  Really.”

“Get up on the bench.”  He crawls up, having worked most of the load into the fabric of the jock.  I get a finger full of jizz before he move and smear it down his ass crack as he presents his butt to me.  I kneel and lick him clean of the cum clinging to all that hair.  Then I burrow into his hole.  He groans.  I re-double the strength of my attack.  I am truly tongue fucking him and he loves it.

I stand up.  I rub my cock head up and down his furry crack, before prodding at his pucker with my wet head.  I deliberately don’t go in.  Just tease it. I walk around and give him my cock to suck.  “Taste your hole.”

He groans and cleans my cock of our combined sex flavors.  I go back to his ass and eat him out again.  In earnest.  His hole opens with all the attention.

I remember that last time he wanted the first fuck in the sling, so he could relax.  I tell him to hop in.  He does, his ankles in the stirrups before I can assist.  I kneel and spit on his hole three times.  I stand up and work my rock-hard cock into him.  He pants, but takes me with little effort.  He closes his eyes and seems far away.

And his cock stands up again.

I begin moving in and out.  His hand finds his dick.  He doesn’t jerk it, he just holds it, squeezing it occasionally.  I build to a hard driving fuck.  He takes it, egging me on to really use him.  I pull out and make him taste his ass jizz on my cock.  He licks me clean, craning over the edge of the sling to get every inch of me. 

I fuck him again.  The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the small room.

I work the tiniest butt plug into him.  He moans as his ass lips close around the thin shaft at the end of it.  I bend and taste the pearl of jizz that has appeared on the end of his dick.  He moans. 

I realize I have some piss.  I work out the toy, before I cover his balls with my pale stream.  It sluices down his ass crack.  Still pissing, I poke some into his slightly gaping hole.  I don’t fill him like last time, just a jet or two before I run dry.  I go to my knees and lick up his dripping flesh.  He is so hairy below the waist, the piss just clings to him, waiting for my tongue to lap it up.  I love how wet my face is when I am done. 

And my cock is raging.  I stand up and fuck him.  Hard.  He moans with each thrust.  I only stop when I have to catch my breath.

“I want you to sit on my face,” I tell him as I help him out of the sling.

He starts for the rimseat, to pull it out from the wall.

“No.  On the bed so your butt really covers my face.”

He grins as I lie down.  He steps up, straddling my chest.  Slowly he brings his still damp ass down to my face.  His slightly open hole connects with my mouth.  My tongue works into him.  It finds the dribble of piss inside him.  I lick and swallow.  He presses down on me.  Cutting off my air on purpose.

“Jerk that dick, Daddy, as you eat me out.”

I mumble something.

“I need to go home, Daddy, and I want you to cum.”  He grinds down on my face, that wet fur feeling terrific—and my tongue going deeper into his hole.

“Shoot for me!”

And that does it.  I spurt a gusher all over myself.  He leans to taste it, letting me catch some welcome gasps of air…

And a link to his first visit last month:  A New Furry Ass Visits the Playroom

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Jake’s Insatiable Ass (and Nuts of Steel)

 My Playroom—August, 2024

It had been a long time.  Jake, the man with an insatiable ass and a high tolerance for pain, came back to my playroom.  He looked tan and fit as he stripped down, tossing his clothes in the chair.  He saw the wrist and ankle restraints hanging on the sling.  He strapped on all four, loving the feel and, more importantly, they put him in the right head space.   I was in my used jock and boots, not bothering with the wrist band, as that wrist would likely disappear in his ass.

 

Jake sits on the bed.  He announces that he no longer uses poppers—getting all the rush he needs from the play.   I step forward.  He nuzzles my swelling cock in the jock pouch.  He inhales deeply.  I twist aside the fabric and get my half hard dick in his mouth.

Jake begins to suck, using lots of tongue.  I really prefer him popper-less for this and tell him so.  The heady fumes used to make him not be as careful with my cock.  He gets me hard and ready before he moves to my balls.  They are left wet and dripping.  One more trip back to swallowing almost my entire length before I tell him I want to eat his ass.

He gets up and automatically gets on the fuck bench.  I kneel and sink my tongue into his pucker.  It all but pulls me into him.  I lick and spit, all while I lube my cock with coconut oil.  Surprisingly, I don’t linger there.  I want to fuck him.  I stand up and slide in.  He groans.  I think he’s oblivious to the mirrors.  His eyes are closed in concentration.  I give him every inch.  I hold—and begin to move.  In and out.  Instantly his ass adjusts to the intruder.  It relaxes.  In moments, if I want to keep it tight, I need to add a toy along with my cock.  I grab the egg headed dildo with the slender shaft.  I grease it up with my cock still in him.   I slip out and push the toy into place. 

Jake groans.  I add my cock back in, with the toy above it.  Now he is back to feeling just like how he felt those first few moments.  I fuck, pull out, and push my cock back into him with the toy below me.  This is how I always used to use this toy; I loved the rippled shaft on the bottom of my cock.  But both feel great—so I keep pulling out, switching positions, leaving the toy in place and pushing my cock either above or below it.

Now, I pull out and bring him my cock to clean.  Jake’s eyes light up.  He loves ass to mouth.  He swallows me down, licking every inch of flesh.  I can’t take my eyes off the hungry look on his face as he does it.

I fuck him once more, toy still in place and bring my cock back to his mouth.  The heady scent of coconut oil fills the room as he cleans me once more.

We switch to the sling.  I eat his slightly gaping hole, my tonguing pushing in deep.  I fuck him.  Slow and leisurely.  I kneel again and work 4 fingers from each hand into him and do a lateral stretch.  And again.  I reach for the nearest toy.  It is the curved dildo with all the bumps that GaryM left with me.  Jake takes it, moaning as the toy just keeps filling him.  He takes every inch.  He moans as I pound my fist on the bottom of it, sending reverberations through his entire body.

I pull it out.  I fully grease up left hand.  With little effort I am inside him.  All of it.  I twist it out and do it again.  I move on the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the stainless-steel egg at the end of a long thin metal shaft.  He loves this, and takes it deep.  I stand up and fuck him with this toy in place, enjoying the hard shaft under my cock and my cock head butting against the metal egg.

I fist him once more.

Now I add the Ass Grommet over my cock and fuck him with my supersized penis.  I love the feel of his ass, as my cock sticks out of the end of the toy.  He loves the extra girth around my already large dick.  He reminds me that he was the one who left this toy with me.

I go thru the toy chest.  The three tiered butt plug-ish toy my brother gave me.  Jakes loves the softness of this one, so I follow it with a really hard toy which is long and has three bumps in the shaft.  I hold onto the handle and work it deeper and deeper.

I pull out the fisting toy that Fort Troff is selling.  It is shaped vaguely like a open hand with the thumb on the palm, but it is not realistically detailed.  It is made of a very hard material.  And Jake is the first man to love the feel of it.  He takes it easily.

We break for water and tea.

Jake gets back on the bench.  I use most of the toys on him again.  Every one of them feels brand new, with his ass in a different position.  Now I also use my right hand instead of my smaller left.  I have a hot moment of going from one hand to the other, really stretching his ass.

Jake has brough the ball crusher, the red wooden box you’ve seen on these pages before.  He puts his testicles inside.  He adds the top piece that I will slowly tighten down to really crush them.  We take a moment to string the box up so it is pulls it away from his body.

I slowly tighten the two wing nuts to tighten it down.  The slightest turn makes him gasp, but he is loving it.  I work them until I have it really tight on him.

“Now hit it.”

I do, with my fist.  It’s not enough.

“We need a mallet.”

I pull out the first dildo I ever bought for a fuck buddy, so long ago I rarely use this hard, unforgiving toy on anyone.

It makes an ideal hammer.  I hold the shaft and beat the massive ball sack down on the box.  Jake groans and encourages me to hit harder.  I do.  Over and over.

We finally stop and take off the crusher.  We’ve been playing for over 2 hours.  He gets back in the sling.  I kneel and use my alternating hands on him, until he reluctantly says we should stop…

 

Here are all the toys used.

Jake wrote up this play session, too.  I have kept it in my email, unread by me.  I will post it tomorrow.

Keith Hosts with his Hole (Part One)

 Saugatuck—July, 2024

I was excited.  Keith, the handsome man I had re-connected with in June, wanted to do more.  To host a small group, actually.  He wondered who I knew.  I immediate thought of the couple (Tall Top and Tim) I had invited down to ravage Muscle Ass last month.  I was sure that all four of us had met and played up at the house party in Grand Rapids.  Pictures were exchanged.  Everything was set.

Two days after the holiday, I drove west, with my sling and rimseat.  I got to Keith’s beautiful and large home right on time.  We hugged and he helped me carry things into the lower level of the house.  He had pushed all the furniture to the walls, so I had plenty of room to set up the sling.  The rimseat was along the left side of the sling frame—and Keith and pulled a padded bench out of his furnishings and placed it to the right.  It was a great height for a bottom to lean on and present his ass.

We heard the car in the drive, just as we were finishing the set up.  Tall Top, looking tanned and relaxed, was the first in.  He couldn’t take his eyes off Keith.  I hugged Tim.  The other three did remember meeting and playing, but it had been several years since they’d met.  We went upstairs to the kitchen for drinks and waited for our fifth person, a top from Grand Rapids.  When the Uber finally dropped him off, he proved to be a man around our age and quite the talker.  Soon, we went downstairs with our drinks and stripped off.  The new top shut up and went to a corner where he did more watching than playing…and not one of us cared…

 

Keith is leaning on the bench, his glorious ass jutting out.  I kneel and begin to rim him.  His ass opens for my tongue.  Tim, to our left, is kneeling, and getting his partner hard.  In moments, Tall Top moves from Tim’s mouth to Keith’s.  I fuck Keith with my tongue as Tall Top’s dick completely fills his mouth.  Tim crawls under the bench, knocks my hand away from my cock, and begins to suck me.

“Fuck him,” Tall Top commands.

I stand up and slide, for the first of countless times that evening, into Keith.  Tall Top pulls out of his mouth and comes around to watch my cock sink into that gym-built butt.  Tim stands and feeds Keith his bloated dick.  I pull out.  Tall Top slides in.  We are about the same length, but Tall Top has a cone shaped dick—a smaller head than mine, but the shaft just keeps getting thicker and thicker.  Keith moans.  Tall Top fucks him hard and pulls out.  I go back in.  We trade off on his ass.  Over and over.  I clean Tall Top’s cock every time he pulls out, before I slip mine back into Keith.

I give his ass once again to Tall Top.  I move to where Tim is still feeding his cock to Keith.  I bend him over on the other side of the bench, so the two men’s arms are next to each other, their asses pointing in opposite directions.  I kneel and eat out Tim’s hole.  He moans and does some Maximum Impact.  As the vapors hit, I stand up and push into his hole.  He moans.  Keith turns his head and the two bottom’s kiss.  The sight of it makes my cock drool deep inside Tim. 

Now, Tall Top and I take turns on the two asses.  We circle the bench, fucking one and then the other.  Tim cleans my cock before I slip into Keith.  I always lick the hole I am entering again.  Even Tall Top, who doesn’t often rim, finds Keith’s ass a magnet for his tongue. 

The fifth man is happily stroking in the corner.

I take Tim to the sling.  I get him in and eat out his well-fucked hole.  I can’t see Tall Top, but I hear him tell Keith to lie on the bench.  I hear bodies shuffle next to us as I lick up all the juices in Tim’s hole.  When I finally stand up to fuck, I see Keith lying the length of the bench his feet in the air and taking a forceful dicking down.  His eyes roll into the back on his head.  I look into Tim’s face.  It’s a look of pure bliss.  He is right where he wants to be.  I fuck him hard.  I’ve brought the mirror—so Tim sees as well as feels, every stroke.

“You want this butt?” asks Tall Top.

I nod and we change.  Keith’s hole is now really open.  And dripping with his ass jizz and our precum.  I lick it all up, making my cock even harder.  I stand up and fuck.  I glance over.  Tall Top is fuck him partner and the fifth guy has moved closer to watch them.  I look at Keith—he is gloriously happy.  I lean down and kiss him…

*

Eventually, we get Keith into the sling.  I eat his hole, Tall Top feeds him his cock as Tim licks Keith’s mounded jock pouch.  I stand up and fuck.  All eyes are on my dick slicing into Keith.  I pull out.  Tim cleans me up, reveling in Keith’s ass jizz as Tall Top comes around to fuck.  I pull out of Tim’s mouth and move around behind him.  He grabs Keith’s chest as I fuck him, bent over the other man.  Tall Top likes this.  He loves seeing his boy take my dick.  It makes him fuck Keith even harder.

“We should switch,” I pant.

We do.  I slide into Keith.  His ass is so creamy I wonder if Tall Top has loaded him.  I watch Tall Top fuck Tim.  This time, Tim has moved slightly, so once again the two bottoms can kiss as they are each being plundered.

Tall Top nods at me.  We switch holes.  I don’t bother to eat it out this time…I just push into the wet, wet ass…

*

We break.  We have a hot tub session, all five of us fitting in.

But we’re still horny. 

We go back downstairs.  The hot water has drained the blood out of my dick.  I lie on the mat under the rimseat.  Keith sits on my face.  A mouth, I assume it is Tim’s, engulfs my cock.  I harden right back up.  Keith is moaning.  I feel Tall Top straddle my chest.  He feeds Keith his cock.  Keith moans around the thick shaft in his mouth.  It literally makes his hole open even more for my tongue to go deeper.  And I begin getting a drip of cum onto my tongue.  It’s unmistakable.  I am now sure that Tall Top has shot at least a partial load in him.  I feast on it.

The mouth leaves my cock.   Tim moves around, raising my legs slightly.  Soon I feel his legs slide under them.  Tim is sliding down on my cock, facing away from us.  I stroke his back.  He is riding me now.  Hard and fast.  It feels wonderful.  Keith is grinding down on my face.  Tall Top occasionally makes him choke with his thick dick in his mouth, making Keith's hole spasm—and giving me another drip of jizz…

 

(More to come…)

 

Here is a link to Tim and Tall Top coming to the playroom for Muscle Ass.

Here is a link to Keith coming to the playroom.

Muscle Ass and the Power of Piss

 My Playroom—April, 2024

 

Muscle Ass, the hot man working a contract in my area, was back for another few days.  Between his work schedule filling his days and the gig I was doing on most evenings; we were forced to meet for another late-night session. 

We met on a Wednesday.  We chatted a bit.  He told me about an encounter he had the night before where he was fucked in the cab of a semi-truck by not one, but two drivers.  Repeatedly, as both were multi-cummers.  Hearing how awash his ass was with cum, hurried us along to get down to the playroom…

 

Muscle Ass is watching porn, stripped to a jock, a harness and thick socks for the cool floor.  As my bathrobe comes off, he goes to his knees in front of the sling.  Seeing that hard ass framed by the straps of his jock makes my dick thicken.  The idea that that ass took so much cum last night, makes me fully hard before his mouth totally envelops me.  He feels very wet and hot.  His tongue is active, especially around my piss slit as I am leaking precum.  I mostly let him work my cock at his speed and rhythm, but I can’t help but once or twice hold his head in place and fuck his face.

I let him come up for air.  He stands with “Sorry, I need to go upstairs and piss.”

I look at him.  “I’d be happy to drink from the tap.” 

He looks intrigued.

“Or,” I continue, “you could hose my ass crack down while you rim me.”

“That one.  Get in the sling.”

I hop in.  I elect to keep my boots on the chains, not in the stirrups.  Muscle Ass kneels and his tongue finds my hole.  No trailing down from my heavy balls and across my perineum.  No, his tongue zeros in right on my tight pucker.  He groans.  I moan and uncap the poppers I keep for being rimmed.  His tongue is so deep, so fast.  I close my eyes and babble about how good it feels.   MA spits on my hole.  His tongue spreads it around, poking some into me.  He does it again and again.

I concentrate, stopping my stroking for a moment, and will myself to piss.  It’s not a lot, but some pale piss flows down over the balls and down my ass crack to his waiting tongue.  He groans again, and licks me clean.  He stands up, determined to hose me down.  But he’s hard.  Too hard.  He curses at himself.  I tell him to shut up and eat my ass…

*

Muscle Ass is now in the sling.  I am kneeling on the slightly damp throw under it and eating his ass.  I can’t stop thinking about the big dicks that were fucking him last night.  I stand up and slide in.  He grunts.  I pause and let him adjust before really starting to fuck.  His ass is wet and hot.  I begin to plow him. 

“Fuck, yes!” he moans.

I fuck harder yet.  Abruptly I stop, pull out and make him taste his ass on my cock.  He swallows me down, making the sexiest sounds deep in his throat as he cleans me up.

I fuck him again.  And again.  Each time, his mouth is just as hungry to taste himself.

We switch to the bench.  He can’t take his eyes off the mirror to the side.  He watches me rim.  He sees me stand up.  Insert.  And plow.  He groans and curses and tries to hold off using poppers and loses the battle.  I fuck that much harder as the vapors hit.

I pull out and bring my wet cock to him.  He cleans me.  “And my balls,” I remind him.  They are awash with ass jizz.  He licks and sucks each orb, carefully, into his mouth.  I go back and lick his ass, enjoying the same juices that he has just ingested.  I fuck once more.  More cleaning.

“I need to stretch.” 

Muscle Ass gets up and does just that.  I notice his dick is totally soft after all the hard stretching of his ass.  “Still got to piss?”

“Fuck, yes. Get back in the sling.”

I do.  I take a hit of my poppers.  And in moments I am being pissed on.  No, not just pissed on, but hosed down.   With a fucking fireman’s hose.  It just keeps going and going and going. A powerful, never ending blast of piss.  My ass is incredibly wet, my balls, my cock…

And now he is on his knees, licking it all up.  He spends most of his time on my ass, but my cock and balls are cleaned too.  When he has a mouthful of his piss, he brings it around to my mouth.  It starts as I nice fluid swap.  But it builds into a kiss of dueling, hungry tongues.

He reluctantly breaks it.  The lured of licking my ass is too strong.  He all but wrings out the hair in my ass crack with his tongue.

We kiss once more.

And I tell him I need to fuck him.  It’s getting late—and I am so ready to unload my balls.  We change places.  I kneel on the very wet throw.  I open his hole once again with my tongue.  Today he has very pronounced ass lips from the fucking he took the night before.  I savor them.  They are now so puffy they fill my mouth, making my cock drool.

I fuck him.  Long, hard strokes.  Making the chains sway.

Then I stand stock still and push the sling away—and him off my cock—before pulling him back onto me.  Again and again.

One more round of rimming for me as he poppers up.  I stand, his taste still on my tongue.  I get halfway into his puffy hole before I explode.  Half the load drips down his crack—the other half is deep inside him.

My tongue soon finds it all…