Kane Comes to the Playroom and Gets Wet

 My Playroom—August, 2026

 

The next Sunday, I got an early morning text from Kane, the hot young man with the perfectly rounded, hairy ass.  He was going to the beach on Lake Michigan—and realized he would be driving right by my house.  Did I have the time for a quick fuck and send him on his way with a load of cum in his butt?

I have tried to get his hot ass to my playroom on numerous occasions, but it has always been easier to meet him at a venue halfway between our homes.  I instantly said that I had all morning.  He told me a he’d see me at 11 o’clock. 

I went to the kitchen and started melting the coconut oil…

 

Kane and time can be a relative thing.  He is often late, but today, the doorbell goes off at 11:01am.  After a quick hug, I take him down the steps to the playroom.  I love watching the look on men’s faces as they see the playroom for the first time.  His face keeps lighting up as he looks around the room.  He strips down fast and I get his clothes off the bed to the chair by the door.  I hang my robe up and sit on the flattened fuck bench.

“Now come suck Daddy’s dick…”              

My cock is hard and sticking out of the side of the yellow jock pouch.  He kneels in front of me and takes me into his mouth.  My cock is already drooling.  He gives a little moan as his tongue swipes over it.  He takes me to the root, holds it and then pulls off me.  There is a rope of deep throat spittle connecting us.  I use my fingers to wind it around my shaft before he does it again.

“Lick my balls.”

He does.  Gently and obediently.   They go into his mouth one at a time—and come out feeling wet and ready.

I get up and have him climb up onto the table.  His ass looks perfect when he’s on all fours.   It is gorgeously rounded.  He occasionally shaves it, but today the black hair is running riot all over his butt—and especially in the crack.  His ancestors must come from somewhere in the Mediterranean—but I’ve never bothered to inquire specifics, I just revel in what they have given him.

I kneel and dig in.  He groans and the poppers come out.  I lick up and down the deep cleft between the two full globes.  I finally burrow into his tight sphincter.  My hands have to pull apart his full cheeks so I can get as deeply into him as I want. He moans even louder as I begin to tongue fuck him.

I lube my dick with the warm coconut oil.  I stand up and work my way into his hole.  Damn, he’s tight today.  He pants as I inch into him.  I bottom out and hold.  I look at Kane in the mirror in front of us.  He’s found the mirror on the side wall—and has been watching my dick disappearing into him. 

 “Fuck me, Daddy.  Make me feel it.”

I begin a slow in and out.  His ass begins to loosen as I plunge into him.  I build up the speed of the drilling.  Kane pants; so do I.  I pull out and bring my wet cock back to his mouth.  He loves ATM and cleans me up, reveling in the taste of his hole—just as I had done moments before. 

I kneel and taste his freshly fucked hole.  It makes my dick even harder if that’s possible.  I fuck him again.  Harder.  More deliberately.  Once again, he licks me clean of the heady mix of coconut oil, ass jizz and precum.

We move to the sling.  It is so good to finally see him in my sling.  He loves how roomy it is—and the mirror above him.  I spend some time on my knees eating his hole, keeping it open and ready for my dick.  I stand up and slide in.  It’s a better angle now—and he takes the last three quarters of an inch of me that he couldn’t on the bench.  I fuck, looking at his face.  Not quite believing my good fortune.

To give my dick a break, I try the Seahorse on him.  He likes the feel of it, but he’s so tight today he does not even take half the toy.  I toss it on the toweled floor and use the real thing—a deep in and out.

“Do you have any piss?” he mumbles. 

This is new for us, but he’d mentioned it in his early morning text. I’ve hydrated.  I pull out and piss gushes over his just-fucked hole.  He groans.  His big dick thickens up and he strokes.  I finally knock his hand away so he doesn’t shoot.

I go to my knees and begin to lick up my piss.  His super hairy crack has caught so much it.  I lick him clean as he occasionally strokes his cock.  “So hot…” he groans.

I stand up.  My oily dick slides into him.  He gasps.

“Can you piss me in me?”

I nod.  His hand flies over his cock.  “Oh, shit…”  He’s shooting before I can even start pissing.  I catch his jizz with my left hand.  I soon have a huge puddle of it there.  I bring it up and he watches me lick my hand clean—while I keep pumping.

“I—I can’t take much more…after I shoot…”

I pull out.  I go to my knees and smear some of his jizz on the piss-soaked hairy cleft.  I begin drilling my tongue into him while I jerk.  The wet hairy ass is taking me over the edge incredibly fast.  I stand up and shoot all over his hole. 

Our eyes are locked as my left-hand fingers some of my jizz into his tight hole…

History: Finding (and Refining) My Kinks

 As I have finished writing all about the busy month of June, I thought it would be good to return to a post about my early sexual history.

 

2001-2004

My whole sexual experience expanded in 2001 with the CDC giving the OK for oral sex.  I had licked balls and shafts when I began playing with men other than my partner in the 1990’s, but I was careful about wet contact.  Now, while not immediately looking for guys to suck off, oral sex could be incorporated into our play as a whole.  I was still condomed for every fuck.  Every time.  I was never going to break that agreement I’d made with Rob.

I also began rimming my partners.  Rob and I had eaten each other’s asses for years, but I hadn’t done it with others since the health crisis.  Now it became part of almost every bathhouse hook up.  I loved approaching a stranger lying in the sling and surprising him by going to my knees and getting his hole opened with my tongue for the latex fuck that was about to happen.

During this time, I was also brave enough to finally attend my first piss party.  I knew piss itself was sterile—and could not support HIV.  The gathering was (and is) held in a back room of a gay bar in Chicago.  I was there to drink my water and feed my piss to others.  I had no interest in drinking it myself.  I was wearing my ancient pair of holey combat boots and my dirty jock.  In my sock was a string of condoms—in case anal sex was allowed.  I let men suck my cock.  I was in a very top mode that first time and did not always reciprocate—mostly to learn what was expected.  When I finally had to piss, I asked the guy sucking me if he wanted it.  He did.  I was standing in the middle of the room as I fed him my piss.  I had enough control to make the stream stop and start again, allowing him to swallow with ease.  Then my bladder took over and I gave the rest to him in a rush.  I loved watching how he beat his long cock as he gulped me down.  When I finally dribbled out the last drop, the guy stood up and leaned in to kiss me.  Why not? I thought.  Our mouths met and he fed me a huge mouthful of my own piss.  I was so turned on I shot a load.  He laughed and then cleaned my cock.  I sat back down.  Stunned.  And determined to drink from the tap before I left.  My hardon returned with the first gusher down my throat.  I don’t know how much I drank that first night, but I loved it.  (And I fucked a guy in the back corner—though technically, back then, we weren’t supposed to do that…)

I was still going south for work in the fall.  While there, I made a visit to the bathhouse in Atlanta.  It had no play area back then—everything was in the private rooms with the door firmly shut.  I had a pleasant time—but was in no hurry to go back.

When I was home and working in Michigan, I made a weekend trip to Toronto.  I began exploring the many bathhouses of that great city—many of which are gone now.  I loved Canadian men—who felt more uninhibited to me. And had so much foreskin to play with…

Closer to home, the Diplomat of Grand Rapids, opened a second location in Toledo.  My membership was good for either one.  And Toledo was a little closer—and the newer facility felt cleaner.  I spent lots of weekends there.  Room rental was good for 12 hours.  Play and sleep and play again before going out to breakfast and then renewing the room for another day.  I loved letting the retired State Trooper (he always brought up his former job) suck me off in the sauna.  I enjoyed seeing different men than the habitues of the other facility.

But the Toledo Diplomat did not have a sling.  The management always told me it was coming—but it never did.  But that didn’t stop a creative top who wanted one.  As is typical in a bathhouse, none of the walls of the individual room went to the ceiling (so you could hear each other fuck…) By standing on the bed, I could reach the top of the wall.  I bought two C clamps and would screw them in place on the wall over the head of the bed.  I then tied rope to them.  The other end of each strand had leather dog collars tied to them.  The collars went around the ankles of the bottom.  I could adjust the rope to the comfort of the bottom being trussed up, legs in the air, to fuck.  I left the door open as I plowed my first ass this way—and I became even more popular.  All the guys wanted to try it.

*

On the homefront, Rob was drinking even more.  He was a true functioning alcoholic at this point.  He was also finding more work away from me—so he could keep on doing it.  If he was home, my long weekends away were very much because I didn’t want to be around him—and watch him self-destruct.  He still would not admit there was any kind of problem with what he was doing to himself.

*

The other incredible change in 2001 was Manhunt.  I heard about the ‘dating’ site at one bathhouse or the other.  I had a computer—and found it.  Those early years were amazing.  Everyone wanted to meet.  I attended (and even set up) hotel parties—and guys turned out.   Even in my sparsely populated area of Michigan, you could find men.

Manhunt was responsible for my meeting and cultivating a long sex partnership with a man who lived in the town where I grew up.  He taught at one of the Universities—and was a pig, albeit a safer sex pig.  He was the first man I knew who owned a sling.  He’d fashioned his basement into a play room.   He had been a top in a relationship, but found his bottom side after his partner was gone.  This is where I truly refined my fisting technique.  We met almost every Monday.  He had other partners on the weekend—that he made sure I never met.   We fucked and fisted—a lot.  Occasionally joined by a top that he knew wouldn’t give me his ass.

My new playmate, Jack, also loved leather.  On my own, I had bought one piece, a codpiece, that had not been fitted to me properly (I know now.)  He encouraged me to get a harness.  And I did.  He thought I’d look good in chaps, but the readymade garments were never long enough for my long legs. He found a leather tailor in Chicago—and I went for a fitting while on a play weekend with Jack in the city.

He was a good friend.  And taught me a lot.  He was open to other kinks—and we tried a bunch of stuff.  As this was concurrent with my discovering watersports, he let me piss on his hole and lick it off.  His toy collection grew—and I loved the variety of things I could put up his shapely ass.

During this time, long before texting, I was in only occasional contact with my brother, living and working in New York City.  My parents were now wintering in Aruba.  They really wanted to take their two boys to the island and show them the timeshare they had.   We could never go during their months there due to our work schedules.  But eventually we went at a different time of year—and stayed at a similar property. 

We went for a walk over to view their condo.  It was nice and I could see why they spent Michigan winters here. Then my parents took us to their favorite part of the beach.  My mother seemed oblivious—but it was the gay section of the beach.   Almost all men, with the occasional topless female. (I proved it was the gay section by taking a walk into the underbrush and fucking an incredibly hot islander on the hood of his car, once he’d given me a Magnum.)

That night, after the parents were in bed, my brother and I sat on the veranda with a bottle of scotch and had a long talk about sex—our first in almost 15 years.  I told him I was going to the piss party in Chicago.  He told me he had helped start the piss group in NYC.  I told him about my love of leather.  He told he’d been a leather man since his move to the city.  I told him about how adept I’d become at fist.  He agreed that he loved working an ass that way.  We were so alike it was slightly frightening.  Both tops.  Both heavily into kink. Both in relationships that allowed us to have a homelife—and play with other men.  It was after that night that I began getting the best birthday presents from him:  speculums, toys, and the like. 

Even better, we were in close contact again. 

Reconnecting with Osvaldo's Hot Ass

 Grand Rapids—April, 2026

 

It had been quite some time since I’d seen Osvaldo.  Our last bathhouse adventure was at the end of summer—and it had not gone as well as many in the past.  He was also finding it harder to share me with others during our play—even though the whole point of meeting in a bathhouse was to get his ass used by as many men as possible so I could fuck in their cum, something we both loved.

I had called a halt to our meetings for a bit.  I was ready to see him again around February—but that was when I was kept at home and in bed with a respiratory ailment.  I reached out to him in the middle of April—and I went north on a Saturday night…

 

The place is crowded.  It is ‘All Gender Night’ so there are lots of men (and very few women who are tucked away in the special events area.)  Many guys are just sitting around, but I can hear moans from behind closed doors as I strip and stow my clothes in my locker.  I am booted and jocked, my towel thrown over my shoulder.  I go up the stairs to the play area. 

The first thing I see is Osvaldo on his knees, sucking a daddy who is sitting on the couch by the large porn screen.  I watch for a moment and then go around the corner and sit in a chair near the sling.  There is a porn screen here, too.  I harden up and begin to stroke.  Men walk by me.  They nod or smile, but no one wants to actually have sex.

Osvaldo finds me.  He is looking a little trimmer than the last time I saw him.  He is in a colorful jock that frames his shapely ass.  He kneels and goes to work.   His mouth is wonderfully wet.  I ask him if he got that guy’s load.  He stops, looking up at me in surprise, then grins and nods.  He goes back to work.

I am ready to fuck.  To my left is the sling and to my right a hard fuck bench.  I tell him to get on the bench.  His ass is jutting towards me—a hot, hot butt.  I kneel and begin to eat him out.  “It’s been so lonnnnnggg…” he moans as I drill into him, tasting his fresh hole.  I want to fuck him.  The three men who have stopped their constant meandering are also ready for me to stand up and penetrate.  I rise up, my tumescent cock slapping his ass—giving the onlookers an eyeful before I bury it into Osvaldo.

“Take that big dick,” says the oldest observer. 

I push into him for the first time in months.  His hole is tighter than I expect—a nice surprise.  I fuck him with slow measured strokes.  One of the three guys watching finally has the sense to feed Osvaldo his dick as I speed up the fuck.  I build fast enjoying seeing him take dick at both ends.

Osvaldo is moaning constantly as he works on the two of us.  He’s always been good, but it feels like he has more control of his ass—and I like how it is squeezing down on my marauding cock.  The guy in his mouth pulls out.  He doesn’t wan to shoot this early in the night.  I pull out of his ass and bring it to his mouth.  He cleans me, moaning anew at the taste of his ass jizz.

“What a good boy,” a handsome Black man tells me.  I offer the guy either of Osvaldo’s holes, but he’s not ready yet, he just fondles himself under his towel.  I go back and eat his freshly fucked hole before fucking him once more.

The Black guy watches us for a long time.  When he leaves, I suggest Osvaldo follow him and offer himself one on one.  He nods—and goes after him.

I am left with a guy who has been eyeing my cock from the moment I sat down.  Somewhere in the middle of the first fuck, he’d settled on a bench behind the fuck bench.  He has had a great view of me thrusting into Osvaldo.  Now he wants to get on the fuck bench.  I nod.  He gets on, reaching back to pull his right cheek to the side.  I am lubed and push it.  His ass is the exact opposite of Osvaldo’s it feels wide open already. 

I fuck, slowly at first.  And then I smell it.  He hasn’t cleaned.  At least not properly for my size.  I pull out.  I lean over and whisper to him he needs to check his clean out.  He looks at me as if I am crazy.  I head for the rest room, not very happy...

*

I find Osvaldo at the medical table.  Tonight, it is canted at an angle. Osvaldo steps up on the foot rest and leans forward.  It’s actually a great fuck angle—he feels totally different as I slide into him.  The only drawback is that his head is too high to have a dick in his mouth while he’s fucked.  But he takes my hard ass pounding.  We have a stroker watching us.  He doesn’t want to fuck.  I pull out and tell Osvaldo to suck this cock.  He does.  When the guy has had enough, Osvaldo stands back on the bench and I fuck him once more.

The old television viewing area downstairs has been re-done and has two double bed mattresses in it, each on a frame so you aren’t fucking on the floor.  I suggest we try it.  We go down the stairs, but it’s too cold.  The room is freezing.  We head back upstairs and do another round on the fuck bench.

*

We take a break from each other.  I decline going into his room so he can film.  He has countless videos of me sawing into him already.  I go into the sauna and soon have a hot mouth of my cock.

We meet back at the sling.  I have been pounding water all night to give him the piss he craves.  And I’m ready.  Osvaldo hops into it.  I kneel and taste his hole.  I can taste that another man has been in him.  Not a load, but a nice precummer.  I eat him out.  Hungrily.  A man in a sling is so perfect for getting my tongue deep inside him.  Osvaldo groans.  He begins to beg me to fuck him.  I rise up and slide in.  I pound him, rattling the chains.  Suddenly I stop.  I concentrate.  The floodgates open and I am pissing up his hole.  A torrent…and I can’t possibly control it.  Finally, it dwindles down, then stops.  I pull out carefully.  His eyes are big as he gets out of the sling and races for the shower—where I know he will film the fountain shooting out of his ass.

I go and sit on a bench to watch some porn.  A hot cub asks if he can suck me.  I agree.  He is terrific.  His knees get tired, so I stand on the bench so he can suck me with ease standing up.  A man passes us, a friend of the Cub’s.

“You need to suck this guy.”  So, the new man sucks me. And the Cub finds another man to keep himself busy.  Then it’s that new guy on me and the two friends suck each other.  In the end, I’m passed around to five guys—each who take a turn and eventually come back for a second round.  Not all have great skills, but the moment is so alive and spontaneous it is wonderful.

I finally step off the bench.  The Cub sits there and I fuck his face for a moment.  I also surprise him by sucking his cock.  “I’d love that thing up my ass,” he tells me.  We go to the fuck bench and I eat his furry hole.  The exact opposite of Osvaldo’s smooth cheeks.  Damn, I love variety!

I fuck him hard.  My hips on his plumper ass make a delightful smacking sound.  I slow down and pull out.  “Let me taste it…” he whispers.  I let him clean my cock.  He has a nice ass, but his mouth is golden…

Osvaldo has been watching the fuck.  I can’t quite read his expression.  When the Cub gets up and goes, I decide it time for me to go home.  I point to the sling and Osvaldo hops in.  The oral session with the five guys has really gotten my juices flowing.  We can’t seem to get anyone else to breed Osvaldo tonight—so I will.  I eat his hole—tasting the flavor of my piss. I grease up and enter him.   Osvaldo moans and I begin pumping hard, right off the bat.  I am on a mission. 

Osvaldo sees it in my eyes.  “Breed me!  Give it all to me.”

I fuck faster….and I’m there.  Relief with each spurt filling Osvaldo’s hot ass…

Giving Teddy Something New

 My Playroom—March 2026

On the day I was playing with Jaylen, I got a text from Teddy.  Teddy is the guy I used to fuck (and share) at the bookstore back when there were still two theatres.  He’s come to the house alone (which was great) and with his partner (which was one of the worst meet-ups in recent years.)

He wanted to play again.  Alone.  He was desperately horny. We arranged a time two days away.  His final text to me was “Use me hard.  I want your cum and piss!”  This had been talked of before, but we had not included watersports in our previous meets, at least not in any major way.

On Monday, I began hydrating two hours before he arrived…

 

The doorbell rings a few minutes after our appointed time.   He’s tall, dark and muscular from construction work. He’s likely 40 + now.   We go downstairs.  He strips and kneels at the base of the flattened fuck bench.  I walk towards him.  I grind the pouch of my stained yellow jock into his face.  He pants and begins to lick it.  He moans.  My cock lengthens, sticking obscenely out of the side of the pouch.

“Suck it.” 

He does.  With real passion and need.

I desperately feel like I could piss right now—but I can’t get the plumbing to work.  I can piss hard—but at this moment I’m too hard.  He deep throats me and chokes.  He pulls off my dick, with two strings of deep throat spittle still connecting us.  I wind them around my fingers—and smear them on his face. 

He moans, deep in his throat.  He really does want to be used.  I hold his ears and fuck his face.  I give him just half my length.  Slowly, I go deeper and deeper.  I bottom out.  He chokes.  I smear him with spittle once more.

“All fours.  Now.”

Teddy gets up on the padded fuck table.  I kneel and eat his ass.  I coat myself with coconut oil.  I stand and insert.  It’s a hard fuck, right from the start.  He takes it and tells me he loves it.  I pull out and make him do ass to mouth.  He does.  Willingly.  Anything to please me.

I fuck him again.  Harder, if that’s possible.  He takes it, clearly loving it.  I bring my cock to him to clean once again.  He does—leaving me dripping with his saliva—and my own precum.

“Roll over on your back.”

He does, his legs in the air.  He wraps his arms around his knees and pulls them towards his head, tilting his ass so I don’t have to do as deep a knee bend.  I fuck him.  I pull out, he opens his mouth to clean me, but I don’t give him my dick.  I sit on his face.  He moans in surprise, but instantly begins licking my hole.  This is new.  We have never talked about it.  I jerk as I grind down onto his face and tongue.

I stand up.  I turn and send a jet of piss across his face.  He moans and I sit back down so he can continue his rimming.

We move to the sling.  I eat his hole.  He is wonderfully open now.  I stand up and slap my cock on his balls.  I begin to piss.  A steady stream this time.  It covers his balls, sluices down his ass crack and onto the towel under the sling.  I stop myself midstream and go to my knees and begin to lick it up.  He moans.  “I want to taste it.”

I stand up, my mouth full.  I move to the head of the sling and bend.  He opens his mouth, knowing I have my piss for him.  I drool it onto his tongue and go back to lick him some more. 

I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  Teddy is very hard—and jerking himself.  Twice I knock his hand away.  When I slow down and pull out, once again I move to his mouth.  He does that awkward move in the sling to get my cock in his mouth.  He moans at the taste of his ass juices and my piss.

“Up and out,” I direct.  He gets out of the sling, surprised.  He’s even more surprised when I get in it.  “Eat my ass again.”

He kneels and digs in.  He groans.  He seems to be incredibly turned on to do something he’s never done with me before.  I stroke.  Eventually, I tell him to lick up to my balls.  He does.  I begin to piss.  A perfect fountain up into the air before landing on me and his face.  He goes crazy.  This seems to be exactly what he wanted.  He lets my piss cover him. He licks up every drop he can find.  He smears his piss covered face on my ass cheeks so he can lick them clean once more.

Suddenly he stops.  He stands up.  “Sir, I need to run upstairs and piss. I’m…”

“No.  You don’t need to do that…”

“But…”

“Piss on my ass and lick it up.”

The look of shock on his face gives way to hunger.  He places his semi-hard cock on my balls, just like I had done.  I can see his concentration as he wills himself to let fly. 

Nothing. 

Now a trickle.  He moans.  It grows.  It’s become a waterfall.  Now, a torrent of piss is released.  He can’t stop even if he wanted to…

He runs dry and he goes to his knees and begins licking his piss out of my ass crack.  Then from my cheeks, my ball sack, my jock.  I jerk my cock.  I am actually able to add a small spurt of piss of my own as he works his tongue all over me.

“I need to get out.”  He stands, a little unsteady on his legs as I swing out of the sling.  I tell him to get in as I need to breed him.  He hops in and his legs find the stirrups with no help from me.  He pulls himself down, spreading his damp ass for me.

I kneel and tongue him briefly, but I am so ready to breed.  I stand up and slide in.  He pants.  His cock erects.  He plays with it, but halfheartedly.  His concentration is on the feelings in his hole. 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Knock me up, Sir!”

I give him a few more strokes and let the cum flow.  The spurts go deep into his guts.  He forgets about his cock as he milks my dick with his talented hole.  I stay inside him for a long time afterwards.  I really want to piss his ass.  But I have nothing left in my bladder.  I reluctantly pull out, realizing it will be something new the next time we meet…

Jack Gets Wet

 My Playroom—March, 2026

 

Jack, the man who been a regular at the bookstore and in my playroom a few years ago, was back in area.  We had a great re-match. (Jack Returns to the Playroom).  As we were walking upstairs, he reminded me he loved piss during our play.  I apologized that I’d run out of time that day to hydrate properly, but would the next time we met.

I got a text from him a few weeks later.  We set up a time.  On the day, I began hydrating the moment I sat down to type my morning blog post.  He arrived that afternoon—and I was ready…

 

I go downstairs with Jack and watch him strip off.  He looks great.  His head is shaved.  He’s hairy, right where you want him to be.  Nicely muscled from work and not the gym.

I sit on the flattened fuckbench, kneading the mound in my jock pouch.  Once he’s naked (but for socks with my cold floor) he kneels and buries his face in the fragrant jock.  He murmurs his appreciation before he begins to lick the fabric.  My cock fully erects, poking out of the side of the yellow jock.  He slowly licks up the shaft before swallowing me down.  He deep throats me with ease, making my cock drool.  I let him get me good and wet, but I can’t wait to eat his ass.

“Let’s trade places.”

He gets on the bench, on all fours, and I kneel on the padded floor.  I bury my face in his ass crack.  He groans.  I moan—and begin to lick his tortured pucker.  His hole loosens slowly, and that’s just fine, as I’m in no hurry.  I am right where I want to be.  I burrow into him, leaving his hole very wet.

I stand up.  My coconut oiled cock pushes into him for the first time today.  He moans—his eyes riveted to the mirror on the side wall that lets him see my anal attack.  I fuck him slowly, relentlessly building up speed.  My hips are now slamming into his hairy ass.

I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He devours me.  He loves ass to mouth.  I tell him to lick every inch of me—and he does.  I go back and slip it into him again.  I pound him hard and once more take my wet dick to his all but drooling mouth.  He cleans me.  Thoroughly.  Even my wet balls.

I go back to his ass and kneel.  I begin licking his freshly fucked hole.  He groans.  I moan into his crack.  My tongue goes deeper now, after the fucking.  I want to stay there, licking and spitting, but my cock tells me to fuck.  I stand up and plow him once again.

I stop, let him clean my cock and go to take a sip of my hot tea.  My eye catches the spreader bar under the sling.

“Sit up,” I tell him, unbuckling an ankle restraint from the sling chain.  I buckle it on his right ankle.  I get the other one and do the left.  I connect the bar between the two.  Jack knows just how to roll back, taking the spreader bar from my hands and holding it close to his chest, tilting his ass up, all while begging for my cock.  He gets it.  I push in and hold the bar with him.  I fuck him.  I love how helpless he looks.  It makes me fuck him harder yet.

I pull out.  He turns his head slightly so he can taste me.  I don’t stand still this time.  I fuck his face.  Then it’s back to his ass for a lazy, slow fuck that makes him beg for me to be harder.  I oblige.  I pull out once again and let him taste the mix of his ass jizz, my precum, and coconut oil.  I let him clean every inch of me.  I pull out.  He expects me to return to fuck him once again.  I don’t.  I sit on his face.  I am in a slightly uncomfortable squat—but I don’t care.  He is going crazy on my ass crack and hole.  I let him get me good and wet.  I try not to jerk as he does it, but I can’t help myself.  Finally, I stand and fuck him once more.  Another cleaning…and we move to the sling.

I eat his well-fucked hole.  He is really open now.  I love the taste of him.  But I also want him to taste more of me.  I stand up and give him a quick blast of piss.  It cascades from his balls on down to his ass crack.  I poke some into his butt.   He squirms.  I cut off the stream and kneel.  I lick him clean—starting with his dripping testicles, down his hairy crack and into his hole.  I am rock hard as I lap it all up.

I stand and fuck him.  His eyes find the mirror above him.  He loves watching my cock slice into him.  I fuck.  I eat his hole.  I fuck and let him clean my cock.  I drink more tea to keep the juices flowing.

I make an announcement. “I want you to eat my ass.”  We trade places in the sling.  I hook the stirrups around my knees and fasten them to the D rings of the sling behind me.  It tilts my ass up so he can go deep.  He loves to eat ass.  And it shows.  He can’t get enough.  I let him pleasure me for a long time.  Then I ask for him to lick my balls.  He does.  The moment his tongue touches them, I begin to piss.  It is a perfect piss fountain.  It rains down on my balls and sluices down my ass crack.  He dives hungrily for it.  His tongue is everywhere, catching every available drop.  My ass cheeks are coated with piss—and he licks me clean.

“Kiss me.”

He stops and rises.  We have a long kiss—exchanging the incredible flavors of our sex…

*

The rimseat comes out.  I go under and eat his hole.  His ass lips are wonderfully puffy.  “I want you on this,” he mumbles as I lick him out.

We exchange places.  He eats my hole with an amazing ferocity.  Then I stand up.  He is still wearing the ankle restraints as he lies on the mat under the rimseat.  I hook up the spreader bar again, pull his legs up until he can grab them.  It puts his ass in the right position.  I fuck him.  Silently wishing another man was here, so he’d have an ass to eat while I fucked him.  It’s a hot, but slightly awkward position.  I pull out and sit back down on the seat.  He rims me again—with the same enthusiasm as the very first time.

He stops.  “I need to piss,” he says, “and I want to cover your ass.”

I get up and unsnap the spreader bar I’ve left on him.  I get in the sling.  He stands, but can’t get the piss going.  I suggest he take a sip of water from the pitcher I have on the file cabinet.  He does.  It does the trick.  It starts as a small flow covering my balls; and then its a cascade of hot liquid down my ass crack.  The moment he’s done, he is on his knees, licking me clean.  I take a hit of poppers and just let him do what he loves…

When I come back to earth, I am so ready to breed.  We change places.  My tongue works his tortured hole.  It makes my cock so hard to take his swollen ass lips into my mouth.  But I need to cum.  I stand up.  I slide into his hole for the gazzillionth time that day.  I am so close.  I begin to fuck.

“Give it to me!”

I speed up.

“You know I want your cum…”

And, man, do I want to give it to him.  My balls ache.  “Fuck…” I mumble.

I do another taste of his ruined hole—and that does it.  I stand back up, slide in and explode.  Giving him every drop in my balls…

*

And to cap it off—he gave me a fabulous massage on the bed.  My shoulders and lower back hadn’t felt so good in weeks!

Making Him Piss with Each Fuck

 My Playroom—February, 2026

I got a text from a man I had played with in a group situation, almost two years ago.  I don’t know if I had given him my number or he’d asked the hosts for it.  I was fine with a rematch and we set a date for him to come to the playroom.

In the write-up of our first meet, I had called him Cumpisser as he’d had prostate surgery and could no longer produce semen, but if your dick batterer his prostate often enough, he would shoot piss streams all over himself.

As we started, we had a couple moments of not meshing easily.  He wanted the porn turned up as the space heater was drowning it out.  It’s a hassle with this particular television set up, but I did it.  He began sucking my cock as he sat on the bed—and asked me to remove my used and fragrant jock.  I did, sighing.  And then we settled down into a fun session…

 

His mouth is good.  I am now hard and ready.  He’s impatient, in a good way, to get to anal play.  I suggest the flattened fuck bench.  Cumpisser gets on all fours.  I go to my knees and eat his hole.  It flowers open with no work at all.  I lap and poke and spit.  He groans.  I know he wants my cock and I give it to him.

I stand up, sliding in until my balls are slapping his ass.  He gasps.  I fuck.  I find his spot.  Piss pools on the bench.  In the time since we played, he’s worked on opening his hole.  I add the eggheaded dildo in the first five minutes of our fucking.  My cock loves the feel of my trusted double fuck toy.  CP loves being filled this way and groans appreciatively.

I work the black toy out and grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb off the shelf.  I grease it with coconut oil and, with a circular motion bury it in his hole.  My cock follows.  It is still a hot novelty for me to use this stainless-steel ball on a slim pole as a double fuck toy.  My cock loves battering into the head—and the slim pole feels wonderfully smooth under my cock and especially under my balls.

We move to the sling to get him off his knees.  He grabs a towel to contain the piss.  I eat his hole and fuck him again.  I use the BBB once more, sliding my cock into him with it in place.  He groans, watching me do it in the mirror above the sling.  The towel absorbs another round of piss.

I move on to the clear dildo with the black handle.  Despite its unprepossessing appearance, guys love it inside them.  CP is no exception.  He blisses out—and pisses and pisses.  I work it a little faster—than go back to my dick.

The Seahorse is next.  He loves the rough texture of the toy.  He takes it deep, whether the curve is up and down.

I do another round of fucking.  His hole is really stretched now.  I re-use the eggheaded dildo to tighten him back down.  I move on to the toy that is a series of pyramids, that act like a string of butt plugs.  I realize as his ass devours it, I should have used it sooner.  It just slips into him now.

I have a sip of hot tea and pick up the speculum.  I slide it into his well-used hole and begin the slow crank open.  CP’s eyes get big.  He loves the stretch.  “I’ve never had one of these before.”  I stop and take pictures for him.   I put my phone down and stand up.  He’s not expecting me to slide my hard cock into him.  I fuck him, speculum in place, harder and harder.  I want him to piss—and I’m pleased when he does.

I pull out and close the speculum.  I now reuse every toy that has been in him today.  Somewhere in the middle of this round, his bladder runs dry.  I ask if he wants water—but he’s fine.

I pull out one last toy, the black dildo with a handle.  He wants to see how deep he can take it.  The shaft has three bulges in it.  He takes the first two, about 8 inches of the possible 12.  I pull out, re-grease and try again.  No deeper.

I go back to the Seahorse.  He groans.  And then tells me his hole is done for the day.  He heads up to the shower, to rinse off all that piss.

I am pleased at the re-connect and rather glad he has called an end to the session.  I am tired.  Post flu, I still do not have my usual stamina back…

*

The toys.

I am not sharing the pics of the speculum.  Sorry.

A link to our first meet:  Four Wet Pigs in a Playroom

Four Big Dicked Pigs

 Lansing—November, 2025

 

It had been forever since I’d seen both halves of the couple I’d christened Tall Top and Tim.  They used to be regulars at the house party to the north of me, but they were now enjoying retirement—which meant long stays in sunny places.  But at the top of November, Tim reached out.  They were home and wanted a small group either at my place or theirs.  I knew they had some regulars—so we decided they would host.  Accordingly, I went up to Lansing on a Wednesday afternoon. 

They live in a gorgeous house.  The playroom is on the upper floor, in the maid’s quarters.  There is a sling, the same padded fuck bench as mine, a double bed and a rimseat.  There are mirrors everywhere.  I stripped down as Tim introduced me to Ray, a good-looking guy likely in his 40’s, 20 years younger than the three of us.  Ray tells me he’s all top but loves to have his ass eaten.  I make a mental note…

 

Tall Top and Ray are making out on the bed.  Tim kneels on the edge of the mattress to suck their cocks, his ass in the air.  Perfect.  I kneel on the floor and begin eating him out for the first of countless times in the next couple of hours.  His hole opens easily under the assault my tongue is giving it.  I stand up and slide into him.  Tim groans around the cock in his mouth.  He continues to go back and forth between the two. 

Tall Top moves away and comes around to watch me fuck.  He loves me to open up his partner.  He jerks his wet dick.

“Ready?” I ask.

He nods.  I pull out and he sinks in.  He sighs in contentment.  I am pleased that Ray reaches for me and sucks my cock straight out of Tim’s slick butt. It’s good to know we are all pigs.  He can’t quite take me to the root as I stand there.  He asks me to lie down.  I do, still watching Tall Top plow into his partner.  Ray kneels between my splayed legs and takes me down his throat inch by inch.  He chokes once, but manages it.  Over and over.  When he tires, he simply shoves Tiim’s head down on me.

“Sit on my face,” I grunt out.  Ray leers at me and stands astride my chest.  He lowers a beautifully hairless ass down on my eager mouth.  I feel totally smothered with his generous butt cheeks.  He groans and begins talking incredibly nasty as his hit of poppers kicks in.  He grinds down on my tongue—and I give him the same tongue fucking I gave Tim.  He moans again and again.  He only gets off me when Tall Top pulls out of Tim and Ray wants a turn on the only ass available to us. 

Tall Top bends and sucks my dick as Ray fucks.  Suddenly, he pulls off me and announces: “You should get under the rimseat.”

I lie on the floor.  The seat comes down.  Ray sits on my face and Tim sits on my dick.  He begins to bounce.  I can’t believe how much the seat spreads Ray’s ass.  I am so much deeper inside him now.  He groans and takes another hit of poppers.  He begins talking trash, but is soon silenced by Tall Top’s big cock in his mouth.

Tim tells the guys he wants to sit his freshly fucked ass on my face.  They move and Tim sits. He is practically raining ass jizz on my tongue, he’s so wet.  I dig in.  It’s my turn to groan.  Someone is sucking my cock.  I guess it’s Ray.  I am proved right for at that moment Tim is pulled up by Tall Top.  He is fucked for a few strokes and told to sit back down.  This is something the three of us know to do—as all three of us love it.  TT does it again.  Maybe a little longer and deeper this time.  All I know is that Tim’s ass is gushing out his homemade lube…

*

Ray, after a round-robin of the three of us taking turns fucking a bent over Tim, takes a break.  He wants a quick rinse off in the shower downstairs.  Tim, ever the good host, goes down with him to see that he has everything he needs.  I suggest to Tall Top that it’s his turn on the rimseat.  This is something I had to coax him to try when we first met.  But now he loves it.  I get under it again and eat him.  He groans—and tells me how much he’s missed my tongue.

Suddenly, someone is sucking my cock.  Tim must be back, for in another moment he is riding me again.  Hard.  He is pounding himself down on my thick column of manmeat.  “Sit on his face,” Tall Top tells his partner.  They change places.  Tim’s hole is still very wet.  I tongue it.  Tall Top feeds Tim his dick.  He deliberately forces it down Tim’s throat to choke him.  Each time his throat spasms, so does his asshole.  I love the sudden gape as his throat is pummeled.

I finally need air.  I come up and clean my palette with my water bottle.  I suggest the sling.  Tim jumps in.  I eat his ass briefly, before I stand up and plow into him.  Tall Top stands to the side, watching me use Tim.  They have springs on all four of the sling chains, so it has a great bounce as I plow him. 

Tall Top takes a turn.  He pulls out and I go back in, drilling deep with long, hard strokes…

*

Ray is back.   We are all taking a moment on the bed.  Tim mentions he had a piss fuck when they were in California and loved it.  I tell him to get some towels under the fuck bench.  Tall Top gets out his phone to record it.  Tim, finished waterproofing, gets on the bench.  I eat his hole again as Ray feeds Tim his dick from the front.  I stand up and fuck.  I pull out.  My cock erupts with piss over his ass crack.  One longish blast.  I bend and lick it up.  I fuck him again.  This time I pull out and begin to piss and shove it back into his ass.  I hold, filling his guts with my piss.  Ray has stopped feeding him and come around to the side to watch.  I fuck.  We can all hear the slosh inside Tim.

“I gotta feel that,” moans Ray.

I churn the piss a little more and pull out.  There is a splash of piss to the towels.  I step to the side and let Ray fuck him.  He has to stand on tiptoes to reach Tim’s ass, but he does.  He makes the sexiest groans as his cock hits my hot piss.  He fucks a little, then, still inside Tim, he steps up onto the bench, his feet in front of Tim’s knees.  His torso is on Tim’s back, his cock still in Tim’s ass.

“Eat me out again,” he crows.  I do.  I lick his ass.  I lick his balls.  I lick what I can of his shaft sticking out of Tim’s hole.

“Think we can double fuck him like this?” he grunts.

I move and press into Tim.  Instantly, I dislodge Ray’s cock.  We don’t try to get him back in.  I just fuck Tim.  When I pull out, sloshing more piss to the towel, Ray climbs down.

“Seed him,” he grunts.  “I want to taste your load in him.”

We are all ready for me to shoot.  I kneel and rim his piss-soaked hole.  He has taken so much cock today—we’ve really stretched him out.  Just sticking my tongue into him and tasting my piss and the idea that he’s had three cocks in him repeatedly, is more than enough to make me ready to shoot.

I stand up and plunge into his hole.  I fuck him hard and fast.  He moans out his pleasure.

“Beg for it,” I bark.

“You know I want it…”

“Want what?”

I pick up the speed of my fuck.

“I want your cum in my ass!”

Perfect!  The word triggers my orgasm.  I grab his hips and pump my cum into him.  Three, now four spurts.  I churn it so it mixes with my piss.  Tim gasps.  Tall Top gets closer with his phone and films me in close up pulling out of Tim.  Piss trickles out of his ass.  I go to my knees and staunch the flow with my tongue…