My Playroom—October, 2019

My busy summer work went on longer than usual this year.  I couldn’t get the playroom set back up until October.  It was worth the wait, for I had the perfect man to celebrate the re-opening.  Cody was from a neighboring state—and had visited the area two years before.  (You will find that entry, A Visiting Pig in a Cheap Motel, here.)  This time, he agreed to come a little farther and experience the playroom as he wanted to get wet…

He is right on time.  I am wearing boots and a yellow jock, under my grey bathrobe, as I answer the door.  Cody comes in and we hug a hello.  He still looks great:  a younger looking late 40’s, dark hair and those great tats over a good portion of his body.  And they are related art tats—not random inkings here and there.  As he strips and stows his clothes in the bureau, I notice the frame on his back has been finished.  He leaves on a jock—but otherwise is totally naked.

I hang my robe on the back of the door and stand at the end of the fuckbench.  My dick plumps in the yellow pouch just from looking at him.

“Here.”  I point to the padded floor in front of me.

I can see that momentary flicker of hunger in his eyes.  He kneels and instantly begins mouthing the full pouch.  He groans from the heady aroma of ass sex, cum and piss that exudes from it.  His spit re-activates it.  And Cody can’t get enough of it.  His tongue is everywhere.  He even gnaws at it.  My cock is swelling so that it is uncomfortable; I finally have to manually release it from the jock.  He takes my dick deep into his throat in a single move.  And keeps it there.  He holds me clamped in his throat until he might gag—before finally coming up for air.

He gasps for breath…then goes right back to pleasing me.  I take a healthy swig from my water bottle.  I let him suck me for another few minutes as I keep hydrating.

“Get up on the bench.  I want to taste your hole.”

I step to the side and he clambers up and into place.  He loves looking into the mirror in front of him where he watches me slap his ass with my spit drenched cock.  I wipe it down his slightly hairy crack and kneel to rim him.  My tongue pokes into his pucker.  He opens his hole and I sink into him.  It’s glorious and my cock begins leaking pre-cum like the clichéd faucet.  I wipe some off on my fingers and smear it on his hole.  He groans—knowing just what I am doing.

“Stick some in me…” he pants.  “Begin the breeding…”

I spit in his hole and drill it in with my tongue.  When my fingers are covered again, I poke them into his ass.  He exhales long and loud.

I stand up.  I need to fuck him.  This second.  I plunge into his wet ass.  He grunts.  I actually gasp as he feels so good.  My hips slam into him.  I am fucking full speed in moments. 

I stop and bring my cock around for him to clean.  I remember how much he loves to taste his ass on my dick.  He grunts his appreciation to me and cleans me thoroughly.  I go back to fucking.  Then another cleaning.

This time, when I’m back at his upturned ass, I don’t just shove it in.  I slap his wet hole—and give him two good spurts of piss.  He groans out “Piss me…”  I stick my cock in him and fuck.  I don’t want to piss out his hole—at least not yet.  Soon enough I am bringing his piss flavored ass juices to his mouth on my cock.  He cleans me.  “Sooo good…” 

I fuck his face a little and even give him a tiny piss spurt in his mouth.  This makes me kiss him.  We revel in all the flavors we are sharing.  I go back to his ass and rim him.  I can really taste the piss.  I collect some juices in my mouth and go back to kiss him once more…

*

I am buried in his ass.  We are still on the fuck bench.  I have just added the egg-headed dildo and he is getting double fucked for the first of many times this afternoon.  He is now full.  Very full and very tight.  He groans out his pleasure over and over.  I am fucking with the dildo under my cock—as I usually do it.  When I pull out, I change it up, leaving the toy in place, but pull the base upward.  My cock slides back in with the ridge shaft now above me.  It’s a new feeling.  For both of us.

I keep fucking until I need to feed him another splash of piss.

And of course we kiss…

*

I insert the big black butt plug before we move to the sling.   Once his feet are in the stirrups, I begin tapping on the base of the toy—sending vibrations through his abused canal.  I pull it out and fuck. 

I re-plug him and take my dick to his mouth once more.  Then repeat the process.  I switch to the bigger black coned toy that has many ridges—so that it always reminds me of some sort of perverted Christmas decoration.  He takes the first two with ease…I have to work carefully to fill him with the rest.  But he takes it.  His eyes are on the mirror above him—watching himself open up. Submitting to me inch by inch.

I blindfold him now, using the leather one with the fleece lining.  Once he relaxes, I kneel and begin eating his abused hole.  I fuck it.  I pour cold water on it from my bottles and slurp it up.  I piss on it and do the same.  Cody is squirming and panting.  Reveling in every sensation.  Every touch.  Not knowing what I will do next.

I move up to his side.  He is grasping the D rings on the sling, so his arms are just above his head.  He feels me there and opens his mouth.  I let him taste his asscunt on my dick.  Then I piss on his armpit.  I kneel and lick it off.  Dribble it into his mouth.  And kiss.

I go back and fuck his ass.  I do the same to his other arm.  He is getting very wet.  It puddles beneath him on the leather sling.  I fuck.  I rim.  I piss.  I use the speculum. Never letting him know what I will do next; his body hyper-alive with one sense gone.

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