Don and Reid Visit the Playroom

My Playroom—November, 2018

It was just a matter of time.  And not very long to wait at all.

Don and Reid (the furry bottom and the top with the huge, hooked dick I’d played with when I was out of state) had expressed interest in having a session in the playroom.  I got a text just before Halloween asking about dates and we agreed on one easily.  They would come in late afternoon and we’d have dinner afterwards.  The temperature was just beginning to be cool so I set up the space heater, just to make sure we’d sweat a little.

I put a fresh towel in the sling and older ones under it and between the legs of the fuck bench.   Water was set out.  As was the tub of coconut oil for lube.  I chose less fetish inspired porn; just a good bareback orgy so as not freak Reid out.  (There had been a moment when he sat down on the bed in my hotel room and the first thing he saw was Rod Painter sticking a massive stainless steel sound into his hard cock.)

A text announced they were within a block.  On arrival, Don ran to the toilet, not sure he could feed me.  Reid and I chatted about the architecture of the house I live in.  Soon enough they were stowing their clothes in the bureau up in the playroom.  I stripped to my yellow jock and boots.  Don grinned at me, totally naked and hard.  He knelt in front of us…

“Suck him so he’s hard.”  I didn’t have to say it twice.  Nor did Reid have far to go to getting that monster ready for play.  I watch in fascination as Don takes more of it down his throat than I ever could.  And then it firms up—and he cannot get it into his mouth nearly as far.  Reid pushes him over to my cock.  I have tented the pouch of the jock.  Don wets it with his tongue.  He groans at the taste.  I love discovering each time we play he is piggier than I ever guessed.  Soon he’s swallowing my fully erect dick to the root.  Over and over.

I grab Reid by the curve and pull him closer.  Don goes back and forth on our oversized cocks.  He deliberately chokes himself on each of us in turn.  I join him on his knees.  We each take a side of Reid’s cock.  We tongue the shaft in tandem.  I let him slide down to the head first.  Then it’s my turn. Now back to getting the whole of his cock wet.

I look up at Reid.  “Where do you want him first?”

He points to the piece of fuck furniture that wasn’t in my hotel room—the fuck bench.  Don climbs aboard.  I take a moment to lower the mid section to make it is more comfortable for him.  But then, since I’m right there, I attack his hairy hole with my tongue.  Reid watches and strokes.  I leave Don’s pucker sopping wet.  I stand up and enter him.  Reid moves closer.  He watches the head of my cock disappear into his partner.  He grunts in pleasure, as he hears Don groan.  I hold in place for just a moment and then work my entire length into him. 

Reid jerks faster.  “Fuck him.”

Don is now opening—I can begin to truly plow him.  My hips begin to slap against his ass.  Reid slaps his cock on his butt right next to my right hand.  His cock is beginning to ooze.

I give Don a few more strokes and pull out.  “Your turn.”  I move around and stick my cock in his mouth straight from his ass. 

Reid likes this almost as much as Don.  Reid pushes in—hard—no easing in for him.  He fucks him hard.  Like a whore.  It’s hot to watch.

We switch.  Reid brings his dripping dick to Don’s mouth.  I go back to the now gaping hole.  His hole has been manufacturing lube like crazy to protect it from that massive intruder.  I love how wet Don feels on my cock.  Don loves how my cock tastes when we rotate again.

And again. 

But this time I piss on his hole before I fuck it.

*****

Don is now in the sling.  I am fucking him.  Reid sits on the fuck bench.  His eyes are riveted to my dick as it enters his boyfriend.  He strokes his dick only occasionally, making sure he won’t shoot too fast.

I show off a little.  I stand still and pull the sling on to my dick and then push it off.  Over and over.  It shows off the whole length of my dick for it all comes out but just the tip.  Reid gets up and crawls under the sling.

“Damn…” is all I hear from him down there.  Then I feel him licking my balls…

*****

“You should eat Reid’s ass again,” Don says, panting a little and in need of a break.

We re-group around the rimseat.  I’m under it.  Reid sits carefully down on the seat.  My tongue finds his virgin hole.  Don is sucking my dick.  I poke myself deeper and deeper into Reid.  I can hear him jerking his dick as I suck and tongue him.

Don has gotten my cock good and wet.  He sits on it and rides me.  He slams himself down on my dick until his legs give out.

The two men change.  Don sits down and gives me to eat the ass I just fucked.  Reid straddles my chest and face fucks his partner.  I can only sense it.  And hear it.  He can’t be taking more than half that cock.  Don chokes on the fuck tool.  It makes his hole spasm.  I groan out my appreciation.  Reid does it to him again.

I stop touching myself.  I concentrate on just eating the stretched out hole above me.

“I need your dick, not your tongue.”  Don stands up.  He heads back to the sling.  He’s in it and even found the stirrups by the time Reid helps me up.

“You first,” says Reid.

I plow right in.  It’s a noisy fuck.  My dick is making a suction sound on each withdrawal.  Reid pushes in close.  He blows his load all over Don’s ass.  I slow down.  When he is done shooting, I pull out and mop up his load with my dick head.

“Oh, fuck…” Reid mumbles and sits down on the fuck bench, spent.

I fuck the load into Don.  I am getting close myself.  I remember what I learned from Don—about how Reid loved that I asked if I could cum in his boy.  So I do it.  “Can I shoot my load in your boy?”

“You better,” is all the answer he gives me.

I speed up—and fire a pent up splatter of cum deep into Don…

Halloween Sex

Lansing—October, 2018

It was Halloween night.  I thought I had avoided the bands of marauding costumed youngsters on the weekend when my tiny town had held seasonal activities for them.  But no, actual trick or treating was on the 31st.   I jumped in my car and lit out for the establishment that is a cross between bookstore and bathhouse.  If horny guys were attending costume parties, I figured that this is where they would go afterwards.   I arrived so I could check out the afternoon/after work crowd, take a dinner break and go back to see how the evening panned out.

I walk into the large back room area.  It’s dark.  Three television screens are showing all manner of straight porn in this largest cluster of old couches.  A couple of men are jerking to the anal fucking on the major screen.  I walk past the sling.  It’s actually in use with a large man getting fingered by a trucker.  I go down the ramp to the original area.  The slurp ramp is empty.  I check the four curtained alcoves that are interconnected by gloryholes.  They are all empty.  Two men are lounging, not even jerking, watching the gay porn.  The smallest room, usually with bi or trans porn, is empty.

I go back to the straight room.  I sit across from the best looking man.  I can watch him jerk and see the bi-sexual screen at the same time.    We make eye contact twice.  I’m getting a good vibe from him, but no out right “come do me” gesture.  And suddenly I lose to a guy in drag who’s just come in.  She marches right to him, kneels carefully in her platform heels and takes him down her throat.  I watch a bit, jerking—but now I’m focusing more on the porn.

A trucker comes in.  He leans on the stripper pole next to me.  He slowly unzips, his eyes locked on me and my meat.  He reaches beneath the fabric of his pants and cradles his mound with a beefy hand.  I move forward on my seat towards him—and he leaves—headed for the men still playing in the sling.

I decide to jerk in the small room—where I’ve always had luck.  I go back.  It’s a particularly nasty threeway sex on the screen.  While straight, it goes back and forth between two men on one girl and two girls with one guy.  I stroke all alone.  I am all about the hung top on screen who gives one girl a cream pie, which she feeds the other woman by letting it slowly drip out of her.

I am no longer alone.  A business type, about my age comes in and sits in the chair across from me.  There is a padded table between us.  He takes no time to get comfortable, but just hauls out his hardening cock.  I can’t see much of it— just the head, which, with the table between us, must mean it’s longer than average.  He loves the new scene of two men doing a DP on a petite Asian. 

Two other guys come in.  One is a college kid from the local university.  The other is mid 40’s and dressed like he’s had a long day on a construction crew.  They sit in the remaining chairs and instantly pull out their dicks.  All four of us jerk—our focus constantly changing from screen to each other.

But no one makes the first move.  Not even me.  I feel reticent here.  Every time I think I am getting ‘the look’ from the Construction guy, he stops jerking and looks anywhere else.  The kid is clearly nervous.  The Businessman looks at no one but the kid or the screen.

The tension is building.  I am sure others feel the sexual heat in the room go up.  The onscreen porn is helping: both men shoot internally in the woman with the DP.  As we all watch a massive amount of jism drip from her ass onto a black towel, the Businessman stand up and shoves his dick into the folds of his linen trousers. He leaves the room abruptly.  I look at the other two.  They have their eyes on each other.   I leave them to it.

The area around the slurp ramp has a few more men milling around.  I stumble on the Businessman in a dark corner behind the ramp.  He is sitting there, with his dick out and waiting.  For me.  I fall to my knees and take him to the root.

“Suck my dick, fucker,” he hisses at me.  “I saw you looking at me.” 

I take his long, thin cock down my throat.  I can actually lick at his balls with it lodged inside of me.  He sighs.  He rises, his dick still in my mouth, and begins to fuck my face.

“Well, look here…” It’s the Construction guy, with the college kid in tow.  They unzip.  The Construction guy pulls me off the Businessman and guides me onto his average, but rampant, cock.  He fucks my face, holding the sides of my head.  He wants none of my expert tongue work, he drives into me to unload.  He edges himself with my mouth—and stops just before he spurts and pushes me onto the college kid.  His dick is slightly bigger and dripping copious amounts of pre-cum.  He follows the lead of the other two and fucks my mouth.

And blows a load instantly.

“Fuuuuck!”  he croons as he shoots.  Rope after rope of rather bitter jizz.  I try to clean his dick, as he pulls out.  He won’t let me—he pushes my head back to the Construction guy. The Businessman jerks wildly now. Construction guy lets me suck with some expertise for a moment before he goes back to fucking my face.

He gives me a second load.  His is the exact opposite.  Rather sweet and watery.  He can also stay in my mouth and let me suck and lick every drop out of him.

The third orgasm is all over my left cheek and beard.  The Businessman spurts blast after blast of cum—a huge load covering me and some on the shaft in my mouth.  I move to clean him up, but he won’t let me.  I go back and taste the Businessman’s cum on the Construction guy’s balls.  He lets me—then has had enough and moves off leaving me kneeling on the floor dripping cum from my beard.

*****

Dinner and a break.

The place is much busier after 7pm.

The first man I meet after dinner is a short, nicely built Asian guy I have fucked here before.  Last time I had to coax him into the sling.  Not tonight.  We go directly there.  He strips, totally.  He tosses his white t-shirt into the sling to have something to lie on.  I get his legs into the stirrups, which in the process spreads his bubble butt, just asking for tongue and raw cock.

I drop to my knees and begin to rim.

“I love your tongue,” he whispers.  “I’d forgotten how good you are.”

This makes me lick and suck his close to hairless ass all the more. 

He is now pleading with me to fuck him.  “Give me that dick…”

I stand up and slip it into him.  He groans and tells me it’s bigger than he remembers…

I am fucking very slowly.  I can sense we have someone watching us from behind.  I begin building the fuck.  Long and hard strokes.  The chains begin to rattle.  The man in the sling throws an arm over his eyes so he can’t see anything.  No distractions.  He wants every ounce of stimulation to be about the feel of his hole.

“That is…so….hot…” he groans out between the slapping of my hips against his ass.  His hard cock is flopping around; he makes no move to touch himself as I fuck.  And fuck.  And fuck.  I have gone from cocksucker to ass breeder.  But I know I don’t want to cum yet.  I finally slow down.  I pull out and kneel to clean up his hole.  It’s my turn to groan.  He’s a terrific self luber.  His hole is creamy and slick.  I lick and swallow his juices down.

“You love that don’t you?”

I confess that I do as I help him out of the sling.  I also confess that I would love to eat someone else’s load out of him.

“I’d love that, if I see the right guy.”

I bend him over, chest on sling and fuck him again.  Telling him how I want to slide into him on someone else’s cum.  He actually strokes his cock as I say those words. 

This fuck is shorter.  I clean up his ass once more.  We kiss briefly…and he goes to scout for another top.

*****

I get my cock sucked at a gloryhole.

When I emerge my fuck bud pulls me aside.  “Check out the guy with the beard.”  He gestures to a man standing watching the Trans porn on a mini screen.  “I would love to take his cum for you.” 

The man in question is mid 30’s, with a thick growth of beard that is perfectly trimmed.  Even on this chilly night, he is wearing a shirt that shows off the hours he’s spent on his arms at the gym.  His jeans are tight and nicely mounded.  He notices us looking at him.  He grins, then remembers it’s sexier to glower, so he does.  And moves off.

“Follow him.  I’ll be at the sling.”

“Give me a few minutes to talk to him and then come find us.”

I follow him to the bathroom closest to the sling.  He’s pissing as I enter.  I go to the sink, and pull my half hard cock out of my jeans and wash my dick.  All for show.  And he notices.

“That’s a great cock,” he says, shaking off the last droplet of piss from his own sizable piece of meat.

“Thanks.  You too.” 

He makes no move to put his cock away.

Finally he says “Let me taste it.”

I move away from the sink and he bends to lick my wet dick.  He’s a good cocksucker.  And he likes what he has in his mouth for he kneels in front of me.

“I love this dick, man.”  His pants, never done back up, fall to his knees.  He pulls my cock out of his mouth, spits on his fingers and coats his hole with his own spit.  “Fuck me.  Right here.”  He stands and bends over, thrusting a beautifully toned, hairy ass at me.  He reaches behind him and guides my dick home.

“Fuck!”  It’s bigger than he expects.  It really stretches his hole.

I can’t believe I am fucking this man raw in the bathroom.  He’s used to my dick now, and shoves himself down to the root of my dick.  “Fuck yeah. I need this…”

I fuck him.  Slow and steady.  He jerks his big dick, which grows a little bigger as he does so.

“I have a hot bottom I’d love you to breed if you are versatile.”

He groans as I hit his prostate.  “Yeah, I’d like that, especially if you were up my ass while I did it.”

I fuck, reaching around and finding massive nipples under his Tee.

“He should be here in a minute,” I say.  “I told him to come find us.”

And indeed I can hear someone outside the curtained doorway.  I pull out of him.

“Fuck yeah,” he mutters.  He’s in total rut now.

The guy who comes through the doorway is not my Asian playmate, but a man I used to fuck years ago before drugs took over his life.  But the Stud has him bent over and pulls the guy’s jeans down with force.  The new guy is bewildered but totally up for a big dick.  The Stud pushes into the man’s ass (which, knowing him, more than likely has a load or two in it.)

I consider fucking the Stud, but just then the intended bottom walks into the scene.  He smirks wryly and comes to me.  He drops his pants to his ankles and we fuck our bent over men, side by side.  The sounds of fucking fill the small concrete room.

I still think I can salvage this:  “You want to switch holes?”

“Yeah,” says the Stud.  But before he can—“Fuck, I’m cumming!” and he fills up the other man.  The man who took the load swivels and cleans his cock, and leaves, doing up his pants.  The Stud is all sheepish and leaves us alone, too. 

My dick is still in place. “Back to the sling?”

“No.  Fuck me.  Right.  Heeeere!”  And he splatters a load all over the floor.

I hold him in place.  I barely have to move until I shoot.  His ass clings to me until he is satisfied that he took every drop of me…

The Pictures on the Playroom Walls

My Playroom—October, 2018

I don’t usually have really similar sex back to back.  (It's good for me and good for my readers.)  If I fist one night, the next day I can have sex I’ll cruise for a cock to suck at the bookstore.  If I have a night of group sex, I aim to have an intense one on one session for my next encounter.  But this time, my next adventure was another fisting session.

Dan was an old friend, a bear about my age.  We have played since before the blog.  While I do fuck him, it’s much more about bigger things going up his ass.  I used every toy I own.  It even included the length of chain that hangs on the closet door frame, which, when you pull it out of a man’s ass, acts like a set of balls on a string. 

So since it would be a lot of words talking about my left and right hands going into him, I thought I would tell you not about the sex, but about something much more lasting.  A few years ago, Dan’s partner died, around the same time I lost mine.  Dan had to downsize and move in with his family.  After a session back then, he asked if I would be interested  in some pictures his partner had drawn that used to hang in their playroom  Dan loved them, but didn’t need a younger member of the family to find them in storage.

He brought them to me (not to mention his old sling) in a few week’s time.  They have been on my playroom walls every since.  They are very much of that school of look at your Honcho/Play Girl/Mandate magazine and draw the photo, but I think they are very nicely done.  And since they are of the men I first saw naked in those very magazines, I really love them. 

I’m very pleased Dan trusted me with them.  

He was thrilled to see them again…

I’m sorry the snapshots aren’t better, but you get the idea, even through the glass reflection…

Wetter With Every Stroke

Grand Rapids—October, 2018

I live in a rather rural part of Michigan out of necessity for my work.  The hook up apps are not a lot of help for my area.  Some are better than others, of course.  Asspig, the site devoted to fisting, has so few people on it that I rarely turn it on unless I’m visiting a metropolitan area.  But just before the end of October, my email indicated I should sign in.

A hot, worked out 50-something would be spending the night in Grand Rapids in two days.  Did I have any interest?  I explained I wasn’t very close.  But in our email exchanges, we were touching on all sorts of things that made my balls tighten.  I finally agreed to go north.  I wasn’t crazy about his late night check in time, so we agreed that he should sleep and we would meet the next morning.  I even volunteered to take my sling.

I packed it and threw in a couple of toys for variety. I hit the road before the sun came up.  There was little traffic and I arrived at his upscale hotel a little early. 

The man who opens the door looks exactly like his pictures:  shaved head, goatee just beginning to go grey, about 5’ 9” with a body that is trim.  And he’s naked.  A nice sized cock is swaying, stretching out towards me.  He is fresh from the shower and still slightly damp.  We hug.  He goes back into the bathroom for a last check as I set up the sling in the space he has cleared for me.  I get set up and strip down to my jock, putting my boots back on as Kyle re-emerges.

I stand up.  We kiss again.  He is not as damp now, but still wonderfully warm.  The kiss is exploratory---but heats up fast.  My tongue invades his mouth—just as it wants to invade the ass my hands are all over.  Kyle breaks the kiss, by bending to taste my mound of cock.

“H’mmm…” he says, inhaling deeply.  “You wore it.”

It’s the yellow jock that has seen a lot of action since its last rinse.  He mouths it for a moment, than pulls the pouch aside and licks my hardening cock.  He lets it get hard in his mouth.  He doesn’t do too much more—the erect cock makes him go to the edge of the bed and get on all fours.

Perfect.  I can’t wait to taste his ass.  I kneel and lick the entire ass crack from top to bottom.  I hear the poppers open as my tongue drills into his pucker.  He opens easily.  My tongue works his hole, helping it relax.  I can’t wait.  I’m really hard and ready.  I stand up and enter.  Fuck, he’s hot and wet.  I grunt.  Kyle groans.  I sink all the way in.  I barely move.  He squeezes down on my cock. I begin a slow stroke.  He is getting wetter with every stroke.  I accelerate and my hips slam against his firm butt cheeks.

I pull out.  His hole is dripping.  I lean over and lick it up—if I didn’t know better, I’d swear he is loaded.

We fuck some more.

I add the eggheaded dildo easily into his ass.  I scramble up on the bed to feed him my dick.  He seems to love the taste of his juicy hole as much as I do.  He licks more than sucks and it feels great.  I move around back behind his ass.  I pull the toy down slightly, stretching his hole.  I think about adding my cock, but say:  “Let’s get you in the sling.”

Once he’s in and adjusted, I push the toy in his ass down and add my dick alongside it.  Kyle’s eyes go wide and he hits the poppers.  I wait until the bottle is capped to begin to fuck.  The toy is pushing me tightly against his hot flesh.  It feels great:  soft and wet on the top of my dick with the firm plastic below. 

I fuck him this way for quite a long time.

I grease up my left hand as I fuck.  I pull my cock out and work my hand into him.  It goes in fairly easily, snapping tightly around my wrist.  I turn it slowly so I am palm up.  I pull out slightly so I can open my hand.   I come out flat handed.

I fuck.

I grease my right.  It takes a little more work, but not much.  I repeat the turn, the open, the pull out.

I fuck.

I insert the big black butt plug.  His hole stays stretched as I bring my dick up to his mouth.  He cleans me off.

I go back around and show him the speculum.  The plug comes out and the medical tool goes in.  He takes a big hit—and I begin to crank it open.  I stop and play with his prostate.  I keep cranking to the width where I can add my cock with his hole splayed open by the stainless steel wings.

“That is so hot,” he mumbles, after screwing the cap back on the poppers.  “My hole is yours.”

I add a finger alongside of my dick.  The cock comes out and the finger stays—followed by two more.  They stroke and caress his super wet insides.

I crank him closed and begin alternating fists into his ass.  He is more than ready.  We never have an issue getting them in place.  I grease up the three tiered black toy, which is large enough that only select men can take it.  Kyle manages the first two tiers with no problem.  We work on the third.  I rotate it.  I start from the top again.  He takes a hit and …Yes.  He takes it to the hilt.

I leave it in place for a moment, then out it pops and I reward him with a hard fuck.  He groans and coaxes me to give it to him harder.

I kneel and take a sip of water and spit it into his open hole.  He loves this.

“Cool that hole down,” he croons.  He gurgles his pleasure as I lick it out.  I swallow the warmed liquid down.

“There’s an ice in bucket in the bathroom,” he tells me.

Not to appear too eager I stand up and fuck him a little more.  Then I do go find last night’s ice.  I kneel and take a cube and insert it into his puffy hole.  He pants, but seems eager.

One.  Two.  “How does that feel?”

“Cold right as it goes in, then I can’t really feel it.”

Three.  Four.  Five.

“Oh, fuck, that’s cold—but it’s so hot!”

Six.  Seven. Eight.  Nine.  I stand up and stick up dick in him.

“Argh!” I yelp.  The cooled entrance flesh, gives way to his usual hot and wet canal—but then my cock head hits the iceberg in his ass.  I batter it.  I can feel it melting over my dick with each stroke.

Why don’t I do this more often?

I fuck him until I can’t tell if any ice is left.  I pull out, kneel and lick at his ass.

“If you want that, let me sit on your face.”  He’s as eager to feed me as I am to drink.

I help him out of the sling.  I lie on the bed, my head right at the edge.  Kyle can stand on the floor and sit on my face.  He does just what I tell him.

It takes a moment, but I get a cool trickle of water.  Gravity takes over—a gush splashes out of him and into my open mouth.  Water mixed with his crazy amount of ass jizz.  I am rock hard.  He is moaning with every movement of my tongue over his puffy, stretched hole.

He stands.  I swing off the bed and push him chest down on the rumpled covers.  My cock finds his hole.  I breed him with a final grunt of my own.

He crawls off me and into bed. 

I follow. 

Our arms entwine…

*

I will also say Kyle gives terrific back rubs.