Before the Boyfriend Comes Home

My Playroom—September, 2013

I returned from Canada and slowly got back to a my regular fuck schedule.  I was online at the top of the week.  The hot guy I called the Mystery Man when I wrote up our meet in the late spring, contacted me.  He was about to change jobs. Once he began working there, it would be harder for him to give the boyfriend the slip and get in the sling.  We both agreed he should get out here ASAP.  We set a date.  He told me he would text me as he was about to hit the road from Detroit.

I have decent cell phone coverage considering that I believe I live in a rural section of my state.  I was due to get his text about 1:00pm on the day of the meet.  It didn’t come in.  I waited.  I waited for a little longer.  I got online.  He was there.  “Did you get my text?” he asked.  I typed “No.”  And then my phone chirruped at me.  There it was—only 53 minutes after he sent it.  We chatted.  Still time?  We agreed we would now be a little rushed, but we both wanted it.  He did a quick clean out and hit the road.

He looked every bit as good as he did in May.  I still couldn’t come up with his name, but finally asked as I came up from eating his ass.  He grinned and told me.  However, I will always call him the Mystery Man on here to keep it consistent…

I go back to licking his hairy hole.  It is spread wide on the fuckbench. 

“Eat me out, man.  Tongue fuck me.”

I do.  I am going deep and lubing his gorgeous ass with as much spit as possible.  I don’t spend as long as I want eating him out.  We are on a schedule:  to get him home before the BF finishes up with work.  I stand up and insert.

“Fuck, I forgot how big you are.”

“Take my dick.”

“Oh, yeah.  Fuck me deep.”  I am.  I am balls deep already.  “Fuck me raw.”  He clamps down on my raw cock.  “Seed me like my man won’t.” 

Now he’s getting to it.

“He won’t seed this hot ass of yours?” I grunt out.

“He won’t even fuck me bareback.”

I shake my head.  His ass is everything any man could want:  beautiful to look at, but more importantly, talented.

“I’ll seed you every chance we get.”  And I mean it.  Every word.  But not yet.

My balls slap against him.  He grips the supports on the fuck bench until his knuckles are white.  I pull out and slap my cock against his upturned ass.  I bend over and spit on his slick hole.

Mystery Man groans.  I push right back in with my cock.  I marvel that I am fucking such a hot man.  He groans under me.  He reaches under the top part of the bench to feel his hard cock.  I look down—it’s rock hard and pointing at the floor.  I slow my thrusts, pull out and slap his balls with my rock hard penis.  It hits his balls with a loud thwack.  He grunts—and takes his hands away from his dick.

I pull out.  “Let’s do the sling.”

Once he’s situated, I am right back up him.  “Oh, yeah.”  He looks up at the mirror above him.  He has a great view of my hard cock hammering into his ass.  “Fuck me!”  He starts stroking himself again.  He has a great dick himself.  I spit on it.  He grunts and uses it for lube.  “Fucking rape that hole.”  The Mystery Man loves that word.  “Rape my fucking mancunt with that big dick.  Give me your seed.”  He’s stroking harder.

Shit.  I think he’s going to get off.  We’ve barely been fucking for thirty minutes.

“Fuck me,” he moans.  “I want your seed up my ass for the ride home.”

“Say it again,” I tell him.  “Tell me how much you want my load in your mancunt.”

“Yes.  Wet and slimy.”  He strokes himself.  “Dripping.”

“Fuck,” I grunt.  “I am going to shoot a four day load up that ass.”

“YES!”  His cock explodes across his ripped chest.  I reach down and smear his load across his pecs.  I bring the dripping hand up to my mouth.  It’s just enough to get me to shoot.  I fill his hole as promised...

He will have been in the car for just over 4 hours by the time he gets home—for just over thirty-six minutes of sex.  But he got his hole seeded by a big dick.  I got to fuck a hot man.  And I will do it whenever he wants…

The Treat in the Freezer

My Playroom—June, 2012

 
I was chatting with Mikey (the brother of Rob of the ‘Breeder’s Journal’) on one of the hook-up sites. 

 “Do you know this guy?” he asked.  “I know my brother used to fuck him all the time, but he won’t let me.”

I looked at the profile he named.  “Yes,” I had to admit.  “A long time ago when he lived closer to me.”

"You should hit him up—he’s looking.”
 
"He’s over an hour away,” I protested.

But the very act of my looking at the suggested man’s profile, made the “viewee” start a conversation with me—one that led to him making the drive out to the playroom.  He remembered my dick.  The fact that I had the new fuckbench clinched the deal.

Once he was in my playroom, I marveled again at how this man is ever wanting for sex partners.  He is perhaps 5’ 10”, lithe and mostly smooth.  He is ten years younger than I and looks younger yet.  His profile’s main picture is a shot of his beautiful sculpted ass. That ass looked even more inviting in the mirror as he bent over to suck my cock.  I sucked him briefly, too, but he couldn’t wait to get on the bench…

 
His knees sink into the padded supports of the bench.  His round ass juts out, begging for me to lick it.  I kneel.  My tongue makes contact.  Paul groans.  Loudly.  His head jerks up, catching his own face in the mirror on the wall in front of him.  He keeps looking into it, watching me grind my face as deep as possible into his ass.  My tongue has opened him up.  I am deep into him.  My saliva is coating his butt canal.  I am stroking my cock as I tongue fuck him.  I grab the lube out of the waistband of my jock and add just a drop of lube onto my cock.  I do it all by feel, I never need to stop the rimming.

I stand up and slap my cock on his juicy hole.

“Put it in.”

I do.  Slowly.  Inching it in.  His ass gives way under the pressure of cock slowly pushing forward.  I stop halfway.  I let him rest a second, and then begin again.  Pushing.  Opening.  Until I’m home.

"Oh, God, you feel good,” Paul grunts out.

He’s tight.  I don’t move for a long moment after I reach my full length in him.  Our eyes meet in the mirror.  “You want this cock?”

“Fuck, yes.  And your piss.”

I stiffen.  I hadn’t prepped for piss play at all.  I didn’t remember that he liked it.  I shrug it off and start the slow withdrawal.  I only get out halfway before I push forward.  I repeat.

“Harder.”

I don’t need any other prompting.  I slam into him.  Then pull almost all the way out.  He’s getting repeated full strokes now.  And loving it.  He’s grunting and moaning and, occasionally, calling me names.  I love how the bench positions his ass for me.  It is perfectly aligned for the long, deep strokes I am using.

We finally break.   But not before I kneel and taste his ass.  He is looser now, but not by much.  He knows how to keep his hole tight.   He tastes of his own self lube and the drippings from my cock.  I eat him out, and then work most of it back into him.

We share a bottle of water.  I admit to not remembering he liked piss in his hole.  He tells me it’s okay, but I can see he disappointed.

“Let’s do the sling.”  I get him up into it.  I lean over and spit on his hole.  My cock head pushes against his pucker.  He’s almost as tight as when we started.  I get into him, but it takes a moment.  I lean over him and smile.  Paul relaxes and I slide in.  He feels totally different on his back and with his legs in the stirrups.  His ass squeezes my cock on every stroke.  I lean in again and we kiss.

I straighten up and pound the hell out of him.

Paul strokes his long, thin cock.  I think he might cum.  I don’t want this to end.  I slap at his balls with the back on my hand.  He slows his stroking.

“I have something for you since I don’t have piss.”  I slow and then pull out.  “I’ll be right back.”

When I come back into the room, Paul is waiting, ass up, back on the fuckbench.  I dangle the full condom in front of him.  “I have a devil’s dick for you.”

 “How many loads?”

“Four.  All of my own cum.”  I warm the frozen loads for a second, and then peel the condom away from the frozen nugget of semen.  I push it against his hole.  To my surprise, it goes right in.  I move around and push it deep into him with the head of my cock.  I love the freezing pellet on the tip of my dick and the warmth of his ass all around my cock shaft.  It leaves an amazingly slick trail for me fuck in.  It’s a mind fuck for Paul, too.  His cock is rock hard and sticking straight down.  I start a quick, accelerating fuck.  My hips are slamming into his upturned ass.  I am churning my jizz in him, so his hole is frothing white.  I look down.  I think I may cum.

“You want my fresh cum?”

“Yes!” 

I spurt deep into him.  My hot cum mixes with the still slightly cool cum of the freezer.  I collapse on his back and hold onto him.

When I finally pull out, I see a white puddle on the new floor mat.  I have made Paul shoot without him needing to touch himself.

I  hunker down and bury my face in his frothy hole.  My cum is everywhere. I clean all around his asshole and lick as deep as I can go. 

 “I love your bench.  It’s new?”

“Yeah, I’ve used it a couple of times, but this is my first cum on it.”

 I can’t imagine a better way to break it in. 

And I tell him so.

My Playroom--A Fuckbench for You

When I bought my fuckbench last April, and posted a picture of it, I received a very polite email from a gentleman I had never met.  He was in the process of drawing up plans for a wooden fuckbench.  He didn’t really want to create a website to disseminate the instructions, but thought my blog might be the place.  Would I be interested in seeing his work?

Well, of course I would.

When I opened the attachments, there were meticulous designs for three different benches. The instructions were clear.  The illustrations were great and really clarified the construction.  They look similar to a sawhorse, with padded top bracing for the stomach and padded leg supports.

I agreed to send them to anyone interested in adding a piece of fuck furniture to their playspace—whether it’s a dungeon or the guest bedroom; the attic you have cleaned up for play or that spot behind the furnace that you were never quite sure what to do with…

 Here is a sample of the instructions:

A-FRAME                                    

Part Designation:

A1  Beam                    2x4  1 piece at 9 inches

A2  Beam                    2x4  1 piece at 20 inches

B  Legs                        2x4  4 pieces at 32 inches

C  Diagonal Bracing  2x2   4 pieces at 24 inches

D  Horizontal Brace    2x4 2 pieces at 25 inches

J   Arm Rest Support 2x4  2 pieces at 14 inches

K  Arm Rest Bracket 2x4  2 pieces at 20 inches

L  Hand Grasp            2 pieces of 1 inch diameter dowel at 10 inches

 

 

1.      Cut Beam (A).  A1 is 9 in. long and A2 is 20 in. long.

2.      Cut 4 legs (B).  Top of leg should be angled at 75^o and bottom at 15^o, both across the narrow side of the 2x4 board.  See Fig 1.  Height of bench is determined by the shorter distance between the beveled edges of the leg.  For each 1 inch change in bench height add or subtract 1 1/32 inches in leg length.  For each leg board, beginning slightly in from one end at a point “a” (Fig. 1), draw a line across the narrow side of the board at a 15^o angle to a point “b” on the opposite edge. From point “b” measure along the length of the board the distance calculated to be the bench leg length to a point “c”.  From point “c”, draw a line across the narrow side of the board at 75^o to a point “d” on the opposite edge.  Lines “ab’ and “cd” should be on the same edge of the board and inclined in opposite directions.  Cut the boards along these lines..........etc.

 

What I can’t show you are the drawings—Blogger won’t let me either cut and paste them, or upload them since they aren’t photos.  Trust me, they are great.

To be clear, he is not charging for these.  Nor am I.  Just send an email to me at felchingpisser@gmail.com and I will be happy to forward them to you.

We both believe that there is actually furniture that can make sex better. 

It’s time to get out your skill saw…

 

 

My Playroom--Fuckbench to Fistingbench

One of the things that made me buy this fuckbench was its adaptability.  The middle section can be lowered by removing a single bolt so it forms a flat, padded bench .

There are stirrup attachments that connect to the legs of the bench, so the bottom's legs have support.

A shot of the stirrups, but with the middle section back up.  I found I could leave the stirrups in place and revert back to the fuckbench mode.  This shot also shows the head rest at the back for the flat position.  

The one thing I didn't get for this pretty incredible piece of fuck furniture are a set of hooks.  They would allow me to unscrew the legs, screw in the hooks and then hang the flat bench from my sling frame. 

Something to save for....



My Playroom--The Fuckbench

 The newest addition to my playroom is the fuckbench.

Notice the extra padding.  Even I have tried it out for a good rimming session.  It really is comfortable.  Also, I like the handles for the bottom to grip onto. 



A fuck bud volunteered to show it off for you all.  Here he is in classic position.  I hung the mirror right at his level so he could see me working his hole.

He told me he really felt cushioned and supported.   The aluminum construction makes it easy for me to shift and to store it in pieces.

The extra uprights here and in the picture above are a bondage frame that can be attached. 

The middle section can be adjusted up or down to the size of the man on it or the height of the top doing the fucking.

I then stopped taking pictures and slid my cock into that hot hole.

I will look at the bondage attachment the next time I write about my playroom.



Ex-Military Ass Breaks in the Fuck Bench

I don't have time to write a full entry, today or tomorrow, but I do have two shots of the first hot ass on the new fuck bench.

 

 

I don't have the playroom set up the way I want it yet.  But that didn't stop a three-way that included getting my dick into this ex-navy ass.

 

 

 

We have played a lot while he's been staying in my hometown.  He's taken me repeatedly and two of my friends (one of them showing off the goods here.)  

 

I've also whored him out twice in a back room.

 

He's great.  And is headed back to base at the end of the month.





The Package...Assembled

The new fuck bench is assembled.

 

The middle section can also be lowered to a flat cushioned bench.

 

I was hoping to take some photos with someone on it, but we went to another city to play last night.

 

They will happen--stay tuned.

 

 

 

 



The Package

Christmas came late to my house. 

Well, to my playroom. 

I had a totally unexpected contract this year.  I took some of that “bonus” salary and treated myself to something I’d been wanting for a long time.  When I ordered it, it was out of stock—they needed to build it. 

So I waited.

They were going to email me a ship date so I could be home to greet UPS.  I never got any kind of notice from them.  But today, sitting by the back door of my house, was the package.  I dragged the 75 lb. package up the stairs and into my kitchen.

Like all good Christmas toys, it has to be assembled: 

 

Here it is just out of the box. 

Tomorrow night I will be inviting a good f-bud over to help me assemble it.  My readers will be the first to see it….