GaryM Arrives with Toys

 My Playroom—September, 2024

 

It took a while for our schedules to mesh, but on the last Wednesday of the month, frequent commentor (and occasional post contributor to this blog) GaryM, returned to the playroom.   He arrived right at our appointed hour.   We hugged and went right down to the playroom.

GaryM had brought toys.  He began unpacking.  There were two huge dildoes, one in gray and one in black, and a flexible shaft with a handle.  Those three he gave me, saying he’d rather read about them used on others then to use them on himself.  (I am sure they will appear as an Equipment Close-up at some point—but it will take the right ass for them to be used.  Jake, are you reading this???)

He also brought one he wanted me to use one him.  It was The Chute from Topped Toys. 

We left it on the bed as GaryM, now stripped to a jockstrap, knelt in front of me as I sat on the fuck bench, my legs spread wide…

 

He inhales the aroma from my stained jock.   He tongues it a little, but my cock is growing fast enough that he peels back the pouch and begins licking the head of my dick.  I watch it vanish into his mouth.  He tongues it, probing it for pre-cum.  Soon, he swallows most of the shaft.  He holds it for a moment, then comes up panting for air.

He does it all again, before I suggest he get up on the bench.  I want my tongue in his hole. 

He climbs on and then pulls his knees up towards the mirror, lowering his ass to the perfect height.  I lean in and get my first taste of his hole.  My tongue begins to work him open.  I lube myself with the coconut oil he has brought.  His hole stays stubbornly tight.  I use a lubed finger to help.  Finally, I stand up and work my dick into him.  His hole fights me a little—but my cock is victorious as it pushes into him.  GaryM groans.  I hold a moment and begin a slow in and out.

GaryM groans again.  His eyes are on the side mirror, watching my cock begin to pick up speed.  My hips are soon slapping onto his ass cheeks with a delightfully wet sound.  I slow and pull out.

“Let me taste it,” he begs.

I bring my cock to his mouth.  He slurps loudly as he cleans me up—loving the mix of the coconut oil, his natural ass lube and my precum.  He takes me to the root, then pulls back and spits on my cock head.  I use his spit for round two of fucking.  He’s still tight, but I can get back in much easier than the first round.  I let him lick my cock of his juices after the second fuck, as well.

We move to the sling.  I get his legs in the stirrups.  I kneel and eat out his fucked hole.  My tongue baths his ravage ass lips, hoping I can relax them a little more.  Soon enough, I am standing back up and drilling my coconut oil covered cock into him.  He tries to watch the fuck in the mirror, but it’s too much—I watch his eyes roll up into the back of his head in pleasure.  He comes back to earth when I pull out.  I let him clean me here, too, though it’s never as easy in the sling.  But he cranes his head around to get the job done.

I want to open him up a little more.  I try the speculum, but his hole is tight enough, it is not going to go into him comfortably.  Instead, I use the smallest butt plug.  That does the trick for the moment—I get into him more easily for the next fuck round.

I reach for the reliable egg headed dildo with the small ribbed shaft.  I grease it up.  His hole takes it.  Eventually.   I pull the end of it down, then to the sides, seeing if I can get his hole to loosen up a little.  It has always been a good toy to add my cock with it.  But not today.  GaryM actually winces as I try.

I go to the bed and grease up the Chute.  Maybe since it’s a familiar toy for him, it goes in easily.  I work it in and out.  I slide a greased finger into the chute of the Chute.  GaryM likes that.  I try two—that works, as well.  I stand up and add my greased-up cock.  It’s a tight fit with my thickness, but I slide into him with the toy in place.  He loves the super full feeling of it—and the soft material of the toy combined with human flesh.  I fuck him.  But it can’t last for long.  I am soon all but pushed out of his hole.

“Let’s take a break so I can eat your ass,” GaryM suggests.

I agree.  I get up in the sling, giving him the mat for rimseat to kneel on.  I start with my legs up on the chains.  His tongue connects first to my balls.  He spends some time there, but he can’t wait to get to my tight pucker.  His tongue is all over it, before he begins drilling into me.  I take a hit of poppers and relax.

The pleasure just keeps coming.  Finally, he pauses.  I use the break to ask him to hand me the stirrups.  I get one in place, at my knee, then fasten the hook behind my head on the D ring of the sling.  Then the other leg.  It raises my ass slightly and certainly spreads what ass cheeks I have, giving him even easier access.  He dives in.  I lose all track of time as he is making me feel really good with just his lips and relentless tonguing.

I come back to reality, as my legs are telling me they aren’t used to this position.  I need a break.  I unclip the stirrups.  GaryM stands and helps me up.  He sits rather heavily on the bed.  We talk about his tight hole.  He doesn’t know why it is behaving the way it is.  And I can tell he really isn’t feeling his normal self.  He makes the decision we should stop…

*

I felt badly for him—though we’d played for an hour and twenty minutes.  He has such a long drive to get here—but it was the responsible thing to do.

 

Here is link to the Chute by Topped Toys.  I am not sure which number GaryM owns.  The higher the number, the bigger the girth.

Guest Writer: FP Knows What GaryM Needs

 (So, as promised, here is GaryM’s take on our play session…)

 

FP Knows What GaryM Needs

Despite the unpredictable Great Lakes winter weather, with a snow event just the previous day. I found myself making the journey once again, on dry roads, to FP's playroom. There was something extra special this visit. An anticipation that knew no bounds. Perhaps a comfort level after my previous visits or some level of hunger that I knew FP could more than satisfy. However I may try to explain it, it was very real and powerful.

 After the usual preliminaries, I crossed that threshold into the playroom where FP was waiting expectantly for me to drop to my knees and show some proper appreciation, which I happily provided.

 Normally we would then proceed to the fuck bench where I would kneel and present my ass for his (and my) distinct pleasure. But this visit, I was in such a state, I requested we immediately head to the sling. My entire life focus at the moment was FP's cock deep in my ass.

 My legs in the stirrups and I in the perfect and favorite position for his assault. After an appropriate amount of rimming me with that talented tongue and driving me nearly over the edge, there it was...that perfect cock knocking at the gate. The first couple inches tentative, knowing better than me that I needed a moment to adjust and then my insistence that he bury that cock deep in my hole. He did...and I was in heaven. 

 For those of you that have had the pleasure of being fucked by FP, you also know this man knows how to fuck. An uncanny ability to vary that fuck and know when to fuck gently and when to slam with a force that hits spots you never knew existed. This is what I had been waiting for ever since that last visit.

 Then more of that soothing tongue on my used hole, followed by my demand to clean his cock which he happily obliged.

 My turn now is to get him in the sling and do what we both love so much. 

Rimming. Start with his balls, thoroughly licking them and slowly, (very slowly), working my way underneath at the base which he finds so sensitive.  I continue my journey towards that expectant flower, but of course I stop there. A slow tantalizing trip all around that pucker, just teasing. I hear the poppers opening and he is preparing himself to slip away when I finally cross that threshold.

I can't recall exactly how I proceeded because you see, I am lost as well. I've wanted to dive into that hole and it has taken all my willpower not to.  I'm certain he felt my warm breath on his hole and then suddenly the slight touch of my tongue. He's moaning now and I can't resist any longer. When my tongue begins its assault and I use every trick I can think of to please this man.  I can't even guess how long this lasts and only reluctantly ends because his legs get tired in this position.

 We both need a break at this point and take the time to try something new. 

FP wants to hang the fuck bench from the sling frame. It takes some adjustment to get it set up at the proper height but eventually we succeed.  I'm the lucky one that gets to try it first. It's very different from the leather sling but equally as enjoyable.

 Time for some toys. I had brought some mostly because they feel so totally different when someone uses them on you as to how they feel when you control them. We used a nice assortment which had the ultimate effect of leaving me open and gaping. FP has one thing I had never tried, a considerable length of heavy chain which I was very interested in trying. Mostly because of the sheer weight. He very slowly and carefully fed me the chain and it is difficult to describe the feeling.  The cold hard links set off some totally new sensations deep in my gut. I then felt so totally empty and used. I demanded he fill me with his cock which was such an incredible contrast that his onslaught felt amazing.

 FP tried the bench for some additional rim action and he seemed to enjoy it as well. But his long legs soon began to quickly tire.

 At this point I could barely stand and needed a moment to rest on the bed and just enjoy some of the ever present porn. I absentmindedly began stroking my cock while watching and becoming quite aroused. Then suddenly to my surprise my ass felt so empty. I spotted FP's egg-shaped smaller dildo and without a moment's hesitation jumped up, grabbed it and shoved it forcibly in my hole without any additional lube. (My hole was already flowing with coconut oil nothing additional was required.)  I think I even surprised FP when I did it but he only laughed. 

It's exactly what I needed and I was suddenly feeling quite refreshed and frisky. 

Only then did I realize what FP was doing—getting the floor cushions and rim seat out. I was more than ready. Still plugged and very hard and there I was on my back as his ass was being lowered onto the seat, his ass cheeks spread perfectly for easy access to the prize. A hit of poppers for both of us and I couldn't control myself. I felt like a starved animal. I was feasting, I was stroking, my legs raising up in almost uncontrollable spasms. FP used that moment to simultaneously slap the base of that plug still buried in my hole. It took every fiber of my being from cumming at that point. I had to immediately stop stroking.

 Why did I stop myself, you ask? Because I wanted FP's cock in my hole and I needed his load. I jumped back on the sling/table and FP was immediately inside me completely. He suddenly held very still and I was a bit uncertain why until to my complete surprise I realized something very warm was filling me up.

Oh gawd...the perfect ending...a piss fuck and fuck he did. I was babbling at this point, begging for it and with a huge hard slam he gave it to me.

 I was enjoying this moment so much I really was so overwhelmed I couldn't concentrate on getting off myself. I knew then what I really wanted was to clean that clock and enjoy all those flavors. But for a moment FP was much too sensitive to even pull out, let alone let someone suck his cock.

 After a moment he managed to oblige me and I hungrily enjoyed myself. Then I realized, I just had to get off. I felt ready to explode but needed some help. I asked him to use the favorite egg head dildo on my ass and he quickly went into action.

He began a true assault on my hole with that toy. He knows I like it hard and he gave me exactly what I needed. I exploded all over my chest and the last thing I remember is begging him to keep fucking me.......I didn't want this to end.

 As I later shared with FP. This was the most intense, pleasurable visit that we've shared so far.  Of course, I usually always feel that way after we've played.

GaryM's Three Hour Play Session

 My Playroom—February, 2024

I was so drained (in so many ways!) after the piss party, that I took some days off from looking for sex.  But I was ready to go again by the end of that following week; a good thing as GaryM was making another trip to the playroom.

Friday morning, he sent a text saying he was on the road.  There was so little traffic and road construction, he was at my doorstep before the appointed hour.  He went down to the playroom to strip off while I did the same up in my bedroom.  I added my usual boots and leather wrist cuff and shrugged into my Bulldog harness.  Then I covered my slightly engorged dick with the jock that reeked of the piss party.  I tromped down the stairs…

 

GaryM is waiting, looking at the piss porn on the television.  He has a jock and harness on himself.  And socks.  The cement floor is very cool, even with a warmer than usual February.  I pick up the mat used for the rimseat and toss it on the floor.  I sit on the bed and spread my legs.  GaryM kneels on the mat.  He stares for a long moment at the mounded pouch of my jock.  Slowly, he brings his face to it, sniffing.  It’s a heady aroma of dried piss, sweat, ass jizz and cum trapped in the fabric.  He groans in the back of his throat and begins to lick it, bringing the juices back to life.  He tongues it, chews it, and sucks at it.  Finally, I twist the now wet fabric off my hardening dick.  GaryM begins licking every inch of my throbbing, growing flesh.  He licks my balls.  And under them.  The entire shaft.  The drooling piss slit.  Only then does he start to actually suck my cock.

He begins to squirm as my cock goes deeper into his throat.  He twists on the mat, partly from excitement and partly to find the right angle to take more of me.  Finally, he pulls off me, panting. 

I suggest the sling. In our correspondence, he has told me he is not as good on his knees on the bench for taking cock.  I help him in, snapping the stirrups into place.  I kneel and my tongue connects with his twisted pucker.  I drill into him.  For a man who takes some large toys, he has remained incredibly tight.  My tongue slowly begins to make him loosen up.  I slather coconut oil on my dick and stroke as my tongue pushes and prods.

I stand up.  My cock head slips into him.  I hold in place. 

“Give it to me,” he groans. 

I push the rest of it into him.  My balls grind into the wet flesh I had just been tonguing.  I hold again—and then begin a slow in and out.  I finish the first fuck at a hard driving tempo.  GaryM can’t look away from the mirror above him, well, that is until I pull out and bring my dick around for him to lick again.  He licks up the mix of cock jizz and ass juice with relish.

I go back to his hole and go to my knees to taste him again after the first fuck.  I eat him out for a long time before I grab the black butt plug.  I grease it up.  GaryM groans as it goes into place.  “Just what I wanted,” he moans, “stretch me wider.”  I beat on the base of the plug with my fist.  GaryM moans as it vibrates deep inside him.

I work it out and fuck him once more.  Harder.  Deeper.

This time I stay right there to taste what my cock has done to his hole—how it has made it so much looser, and the ass lips puffier.  I grab the dildo he gave me, a big curved rather realistic looking cock.  Realistic until you get to the bumps on the flared head.  And the ridges on the shaft.  I lube it up.  He takes it, panting and telling me to fuck him with it harder.  I do.

I pull it out.  I think about following it up with my dick, but remember he has brought some toys that are on the bed.  One is a very long, very slender wand in copper colored silicon.  I grease it up.  It slips easily into his now gaping ass.

“Are you going to double…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence as my rampant cock is already joining the toy.  It makes for a nice stretch and a great double fuck.  I try it out both above and under my cock.  I love how softly it caresses the underside of my cock.

As I finally pull out of him, I murmur, “You need to lick my ass.”

We exchange places.  I get in the sling and let him go to work on tonguing my tight butt.  I keep trying to shoot some piss while he’s down there, but it’s not happening.  I relax and just let him go to town on my underused hole.

We take a break.  The padded bench is sitting to the side in pieces.  GaryM and I now take the sling out of the frame and hang the bench, as a padded fuck table. 

I help get him up and on it.  He likes the difference in feel, a different kind of support.  I rim him briefly and fuck him hard.  I grab another of the toys he brought—a big black toy shaped vaguely like big horse cock.  GaryM is ready for it now.  It goes into him deeply and easily.  I love the look of something so large inside him.

“I want to try your chains.”

We decide to start small, with the medium sized links.  I grease them up.  He helps hold the end as I work each link individually in between his swollen ass lips. 

“So heavy…” he murmurs. 

I put all but the last five links into him.  I tell him he has over a foot of chain in him.  He groans.  At both the mind fuck—and the actual fuck. 

“Now come the fun part.”  I pull as slowly as I possibly can.  Link by link it emerges.  GaryM huffs and puffs with each link.  Finally, they are all back in the palm of my greasy hand. 

“Again?”

He groans out a “yes…’

*

I decide I want to feel the fuck table myself.  I get up into it for another brief rimming.  I do like the support of the table—but I miss the leather of the sling wrapping itself around me.  I don’t let him do me for too long this time here—I’d rather get out the rimseat.

As I set it up next to the bed, GaryM grabs the eggheaded dildo I usually use to DP guys.  He greases it up and slips it inside himself before he gets under the seat.  He eats my ass with abandon.  Sometimes I stay upright and let him go deep—other times I bend slightly forward and work the toy in and out of his hole as he continues to eat me out.

*

We’ve been playing for over two hours.  Almost three.  I need to get off.  We fuck, with GaryM on the padded table still hanging in the sling frame.  I am at the point I feel my orgasm building, and then it slips away.

I rim him again.  I stand up and slide in.  In just three or four thrusts I shoot.  But it’s just jizz being ejected from my cock after all the play, not the overwhelming feeling I crave.  I go back to my knees.  I can taste my jizz oozing out of him—and that does it.  I stand up just in time to slide back in and shoot some more—this time with every nerve ending screaming.

I pant.

But I stay in place, holding onto the sling frame.  GaryM is working on his dick.  He wants to shoot with me inside him—and that is fine.  I don’t trust my legs enough to pull out. 

And suddenly the piss I wanted earlier begins to flow.  I can’t stop it.  I am emptying my entire bladder in his ass. 

And he loves it. 

He jerks faster and faster as his guts get filled.

GaryM begins shooting, right as my dick goes from pissing to dribbling deep inside him…

*

As I have in the past, a few days later I asked if he wanted to write up this session, too.  He sent it to me almost immediately.  I can truthfully say I haven’t read it.  It will be posted next time and we’ll see if we remember things the same way…but from his perspective.

GaryM Brings His Toys

 My Playroom—January, 2024

 

GaryM was coming back to the playroom for another session of wet fun.  I was looking forward to seeing him again.  I spent the evening before thinking about what new things we might try—or how to make things we’d done slightly different.  I went to bed, still musing over what we might do. 

And it went on all night.  I would sleep for an hour and suddenly wake up—not even remembering what it was that woke me up.  After this happened three times, at ever shorter intervals, I picked up a book and tried to read myself to sleep.  It worked, eventually—nodding off at just about the usual time I get out of bed.  I woke up about two hours later and started my day, feeling really tired.  It was still a couple of hours before GaryM was due to arrive.  I began hydrating, knowing I was starting way too late…

 

He looks good.   I have placed the mat that I usually use with the rimseat on the unpadded part of the playroom floor.  There he kneels, looking at my mound of cock flesh, hidden in a jock that is just beginning to show signs of heavy use.  I step in.  I let him inhale the scent.  Me and the jock.  I grind the pouch into his face.  He begins to pant.  My cock is waking up with his hot breath and busy tongue.  I let him get the fabric wet.

With a twist of my fingers, I release my semi-hard cock.  GaryM is all over it.  He licks the sides, the head, my balls, all before he takes it into his mouth to start sucking it.  It feels great.  I let him go at his own speed for a bit—then grab the sides of his head and start to fuck his face.

GaryM grunts with each thrust.  His cock responds, too.  I stop and stand still, once again giving control over to him.  He goes for the full length of me down his throat.  It gets so tight, so deep.  It feels great and pinches at the same time.  I gasp.

He comes up for air—and licks my balls thoroughly.  I sigh out loud.  After a few minutes, I turn and pull his face into my ass.  For the first of many times, his tongue connects with my pucker.  His groans match my own.

“Get up on the bench.  I need to do that to you.”

He does.  I kneel and dig in.  My tongue pressures his ass to slowly let me in.  He groans and I hear his poppers open.  I spend a long time there, getting his ass ready for my dick.  Finally, I stand up, lubed and ready.  I press against his hole.  GaryM pushes it out, almost daring me to get inside him.  I have to work at it, but I do, with his hole flowering open to welcome me.

I fuck him.  Slow and long.  Then fast and hard.  I pull out and move to his mouth.  GaryM cleans my cock with relish.  He slurps all his ass juices off me. Noisily.

I go back and fuck him again.  Harder.  One foot up on the bench so I can go deeper.  I repeat the journey with my wet cock to his hungry mouth.  He cleans me up.  On the way back to his ass, I grab the egg headed toy.  I grease it up with the coconut oil GaryM brought.  It slides into him quite easily now.  My dick soon follows, being stroked by the thin ribbed shaft of the toy.  This time I am on top of the toy.  I fuck and then reverse it, so my cock is under it.  GaryM is feeling very full—and tells me so.

We break.  I lower the middle part of the bench so it is flat.  Last time he was here, I had his ankles connected to the spreader bar and fucked him that way on the flat bench.  But it was too low  for sustained fucking with my long legs.  This time I put the rimseat mat on it, folded in two.  It raises the height of the bench nicely.  I strap GrayM into the ankle restraints and clip on the spreader bar.  He rolls back, his head cradled by the head rest on the bench.  I pull the bar up and his legs come up.  He grabs the bar and brings it to his chest.  His ass is perfectly aligned with my cock now. 

We fuck hard, both of us grunting. 

I give him my cock to clean.

We fuck again, some ATM and then I turn, my legs straddling the head rest and sit on his face.  He’s surprised and groans out his delight at having my ass grind onto his mouth.

“Let’s do it right in the sling.”

I unbuckle him and ease myself up into the sling.   My legs stay on the chains, not in the stirrups.  GaryM kneels and begins licking my balls.   It is a long, luxurious process for him to get to my ass.  I stroke my dick, my eyes often closed, but at times catching my reflection in the mirror above me.  His tongue reaches my pucker.  I hit the poppers I save for this moment.

We lose track of time.  He is doing what I think he loves best—and I am getting a treat I don’t get from many men.  I have no idea how long I am there or how many hits I take—babbling out my pleasure as the fumes take hold.  I try to piss for him.  I want to cover my cock and balls and let it run down my crack for him.  But I am not as hydrated as I thought I was.  And, frankly, I could barely stop jerking my cock as he tongued me…

*

We have switched places in the sling.  GaryM has brought three toys with him.  They are dildoes that are shaped like a cock, but in three successive sizes.  After I have fucked him my own dick, I start using the slender one on him.  Our thought was to fit my cock in with this one.  I add fingers, but I don’t think my cock will fit.  The toy is not that slender.

I pull the toy out and push my cock in, instead.  I fuck.  I walk around the sling to bring my dick to his mouth.  He cleans me—and I fuck him again.

I go for the next toy.  It is fatter.  I grease it up.  Gary has to really push against it to open fully.  But it goes in.  I turn it.  Slowly.  There are ridges on it that hit different areas in his ass with each slight twist.

GaryM is panting.  The toy comes out.  My dick goes in.  He actually flinches.

“I think my hole is getting tired…” he murmurs, then explaining his cleanout had taken longer and he is now feeling the effects of that.

He asks about the series of graduated balls on my toy shelf.  It is a long toy with a sequence of ever-increasing diameter of the balls.  He takes the first one with ease.  And the second.

I pull it out and eat his hole once more, glad we are using coconut oil and not Crisco. 

The balls go in again.  One.  Two.  And the third.  It hits the bend deep inside.

“That’s it.  I think I’m done.”

I help him out of the sling and we hug. 

There is so much more to good sex than just getting off…

Guest Writer: GaryM Services FP

 There I was back on the road again heading for my 3rd visit to the lair of FelchingPisser. Not a huge fan of long drives but I knew what awaited me would be well worth the effort. 

 I can't begin to express how much I was looking forward to this playdate. I have quickly discovered that with FP every visit somehow manages to surpass the previous one. As we get to know each other better I find he always manages to add a new dimension to our playdate and in doing so promotes such an incredible sense of anticipation and raw lust. 

 FP has an uncanny ability to read people and instinctively seems to know what buttons to push and how far to take things. I do have the advantage here. Reading his blog, you quickly realize that most everything you need to know about his wants and desires are there for all to read. Getting to know me is another issue. I believe in communication and I always try to share with him how I'm feeling and what my needs are.  Most importantly, he listens.

 As I have gotten to know FP there is a certain comfort level in our play and more importantly a deep sense of trust. Surprisingly, I have found myself opening up to him about some of my deeper desires that I've been reluctant to share with others and I know we'll be incorporating some things in future play.

 Now, to this playdate...FP welcomes me into his home, we hugged. Suddenly, it dawns on me, I've never seen FP wearing clothes. He always greets me in his open robe, jockstrap and boots. Looking incredibly sexy and ready. We both know why I'm here, why waste time. I can appreciate that. After a quick check for cleanliness. I quickly undress. In a nutshell, I had told him I really wanted to be used, restrained and helpless. Trying to look somewhat subservient I wore my harness and a leather collar, cock ring, ball stretcher and my red jockstrap. I am ready for whatever awaits me.

 I cross that threshold into that den of sexual delights. FP is standing there now without the robe and I quickly fall to my knees. I know right where I belong. I'm faced with a nicely used bulging jockstrap that is barely able to contain his massive member. FP informs me this is the jock he wore the night of the fuckfest house party, telling me to wake up all those flavors. That's all the incentive I need. Ahhhh, the heady smells and taste.

 When we are both satisfied that I've done a good job he pulls the jock to the side revealing the real prize. There it is, that weapon of mass destruction. I grasp it and admire the girth before wrapping my lips around that sweet head. I know well enough I'm not the most accomplished cock sucker especially when servicing such a massive piece of meat. But every fiber of my being wants to deepthroat that fucker until I gag.....and it's glorious. I suddenly feel his hands on the back of my head forcing me to take every inch. This is what I've been wanting and waiting for. "Throat fuck me"!     

 When FP seems satisfied, he leads me to the fuck bench positioning me on my knees. My ass exposed. I know what's about to come. I reach back and spread my cheeks, my hole is throbbing and there it is...his tongue rimming my hole.

 There are many things FP and I share a real passion for and rimming is at the top of that list whether giving or receiving. In this instance it's a prelude to him fucking me. Knowing at any moment that tongue will be replaced with his cock. That moment when his cock opens me up for the first time this day. That feeling is indescribable. Let the fucking begin.

 Soon it's time for the sling. Not for me, but FP. He too loves being rimmed and not enough men seem interested in providing that pleasure. He knows with me he has found a companion in crime. Picture him in that sling, legs up ass exposed and ready. Someone has rung the dinner bell and it's time for me to feast.

 I want to savor this moment. This is my chance to pleasure the man who does so much to satisfy me. First there is his hard cock on display and I know I want to start there. I aggressively deep throat him until I'm gagging and coating his cock and balls in throat slime. He orders me to lick it all up to which I happily comply. I spend a good deal of time licking his balls making certain to spend a good deal of time at his sweet spot under his balls below his cock ring.

 Then I begin the slow journey with my tongue towards his hole. Getting the hair around his hole nice and wet teasing him and teasing myself as well. But even I only have so much control and I dive in and start ravenously worshipping that tight pucker. It makes absolutely no difference knowing I can never breach that orifice. The simple act of trying to bury my tongue as deep as possible literally makes me wild with desire and, considering the moans emanating from FP, I must be doing something right. He especially likes it when I drag my beard over his hole. Time seems to stand still for both of us.

 In my sexual haze I'm thinking it just doesn't get any better than this when suddenly I realize he has let loose a fountain of piss raining down on us both. Suddenly there is this sweet warm nectar everywhere which needs to be licked up. It's absolutely overwhelming in a good way. I'm not sure which of us enjoyed it more. Plus later on in this fuck session I ended up under the rim chair looking up to that ass descending onto my face for more of the same.

 Eventually we got out of the sling and FP was attaching leather restraints to my wrists and ankles. I knew then he had not forgotten my request to be helpless and used. It was my turn in the sling to be restrained and fucked. FP was ready to fuck and fuck me he did intermixed with a great deal of rimming and bringing me his cock and balls to clean over and over again. Another of our shared passions.

 Then FP seemed to have an idea, He lowered the center portion of the fuck bench to make a fuck table. He got me on my back and attached the leg restraints to a metal spreader bar. This was something new for me. He had me grab the bar and pull it towards me until I realized my ass was in the perfect position to be fucked. I had no idea I was about to go for the ride of my life.

He fucked me hard and deep. I was in ecstasy. Unfortunately, being as tall as he is, the angle wasn't conducive to an extended ride. But even though it wasn't long it was incredible.

 We knew the afternoon needed to wrap up so it was time to finish up in the sling. FP knew exactly what I wanted and needed. We both took a good hit of poppers and he seemed to really become that ultimate alpha fucker. He knew I wanted it rough and he delivered. He grabbed me by the balls because he knows I love my balls abused. He grabbed me by the leather collar at one point and it felt like he was choking me and I was his bitch to use however he wished. All the while fucking me hard. I let him know in no uncertain terms that this was exactly what I wanted. I can be a very verbal bitch at times. But not in a fake way as you see in some porn scenes. I couldn't be more honest in expressing myself in wanting him to destroy my hole.

 FP has incredible bladder control and seems to control hiss piss flow without any difficulty. There he was pounding my hole and suddenly it became a piss fuck. I assume that was the trigger we both needed for suddenly he was flooding my guts with his cum. Slamming his cock deep in my hole. I, of course, thoroughly cleaned his cock afterwards.

 There was so much this visit and many other things that we did that I didn't even touch on in this post. Perhaps he will share some of them when he writes up his review.

 Another incredible play afternoon in the books. I've already started formulating some ideas for a future play date.

 I'm really anxious to read his thoughts on this session. My only hope is that he enjoyed it as much as I did.

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