My Playroom—September, 2020

We’d been talking online forever.  I was pretty sure that talk was all that this one would ever be—after all there was an almost 40 year age difference.  But we kept talking.  We loved the same things—  juicy, cumfilled fucks.  Loads shot down the throat.  And most of all piss—anywhere and everywhere.

And then on the last day of the month, he asked to come to the playroom.  We talked about covid.  He never left his college apartment, where he lived alone, as all his classes were virtual.  I told him about meeting the guys in their playroom…which was just shy of two weeks ago.  He was fine with that.  He asked that we not use names.  I would be Daddy.   I was to call him Boy or Urinal.  I was fine with that.  It actually made my dick twitch.  Then he asked if this meet could just be oral.  (I was guessing he’d stopped his PrEP as he was not hooking up.)  Normally, I might not have agreed to no fucking, but the lure of a piss pig was too strong. 

It was the right decision.

 

He arrives right on time—and needing to piss.  We go right upstairs and strip. The boy is tall and lanky.  He could almost be me at 24, thin, toned not muscular, shaggy hair, slightly hairy chest, and a big hard dick pokes out of the side of his jock.  He goes barefoot.  I am in a dirty jock and boots.

“Come here, Boy.”  I point to between my spread legs as I lean on the fuck bench.  “Suck my dick.”

“Yes, Daddy.”  He kneels between my boots.  He inhales.  And begins to mouth the dried piss and cum on the jock.  He groans.   He fists his growing dick.   I just have to touch his arm and he knows to stop jerking himself.  He concentrates on me.  He takes me down effortlessly.  This Boy has talent.  And I tell him so.

I finally stop him. 

He rocks back on his heels, looking at my engorged, red dick. “Beautiful, Daddy.”

I thank him by sending a short blast of piss across his face.  The blast covers his face.  The second spurt goes into his open, begging mouth.  I push my cock into his piss filled mouth and face fuck him…making him drool some piss down his chest.

He whimpers.  A whimper that tells me he loves it.

“Get on the fuck bench.  I need to at least eat that ass.”

He clambers up as he says, “Daddy, the next time we meet, I promise you will fuck me with that beautiful Daddy Dick.”

His ass is magnificent.  It is the perfect bubble butt.  There is some hair in the crack—and quite a bit right around his hole.  The jock frames it perfectly.  My cock so wants to poke into that pucker.  But I kneel and settle for my tongue.   I lick the length of the crack.  I tongue fuck him.  I travel down his hairy taint, pull the jock away and lick his balls from behind. 

I suddenly feel it.  I stand and shoot a spurt of piss on his ass crack.

“Yes!” he crows.  “Give it to me.”

I am already back on my knees and licking it all up.  I swallow most of it.  And push some into his tight boy hole.

“I need to piss so bad—but I’m too hard,” he moans.

I tell him to get up.  He does and instantly goes to his knees and swallows me down.  “Don’t forget my balls.”  Boy moves off my dick and takes one after the other into his mouth.  I stop jerking and will myself to piss a little.  I get the tiniest drizzle to run down my shaft and over my balls—which he laps up with tiny grunts in the back of his throat.

We break long enough to drink a bottle of water each.

“Sling time.”

He gets in.  I stand between his legs—and instantly shoot out a stream that first hits his mouth and then covers his chest.  “Yesssssss!” he sighs.  He scoops up some with the palm of his hand and dribbles it into his mouth.  I lap up what has landed on his sizable cock.

He squirms.  “Does Daddy suck Boy dick?” 

I don’t answer.  I give him head that makes him squirm.  I stop when I see his balls tightening.  Now I go to his ass.  His hand goes to his cock.  I stop and look at him.  He lets go and grabs the D-rings of the sling.  I love how open his hole is now—almost like a dick had been in it.  I tongue fuck him.  Then I give him a quick, short piss squirt and go back to eating it.

I hand him the blindfold.  He puts it on.  I lick his entire body.  I piss on his pits—splashing some into his mouth as well.  I lick it up.  I move to the other pit and do it again.  I cover his cock and lick it off, careful not to take him into my mouth.

Then it is back to his wet ass.  “Daddy, I have to…piss…” and before he gets the last word out, he is pissing all over himself—his now semi hard pointing right at his mouth.  I grab his dick and point it straight up where his piss rains down on his pubes and balls—and begins to sluice down his ass crack.  I swallow it down.  It is incredibly sweet.

When I have had enough, I stand up and rub my cock around on the wet crack of his ass.  I bring it to his mouth.  He hungrily cleans my cock of his own piss mixed with mine.  I take off the blindfold and get him out of the sling.

We drink a little more.

He kneels and I truly feed him a piss load down his throat.  He is on the verge of shooting as I do it.  I clamp down and stop myself from emptying it all down his throat.  “Stand up and lean into the sling.”  He does.  I tell him I’m going to piss his crack—and then he’s going to sit on the rimseat.

I cover his bubble butt with the last of my piss load, directing most of it to the hairy crack. 

I lie down and shut the seat down.  He sits—carefully—this is a first for him.  His ass rains piss down on my face.  He moans loudly as my tongue finds what was once a pucker and is now becoming a slit—even without fucking.  This is doing it for me.  I have to stop jerking my dick to make sure I will give it the Boy. 

“Daddy—that feels so good.” 

His hole opens more.  My tongue goes deeper. 

“It’s just like you’re fucking me.”

I grunt, lost in the moment.

“I promise to come back so you can breed me…”

I tongue fuck him.  Hard.  I wish that he could piss again—I so want to be covered as he is sitting there.

Without warning he stands up.  He kneels between my legs and takes my cock into his hot mouth…and before I know it, I am giving him my load.  I shoot and shudder and hold him in place.  Not that he is going anywhere.

When I finally let him go—he still stays there, making sure he has every drop.

We get up. 

He whispers “May I cum?” 

“Of course.  How can I help?” 

“Eat my boipussy some more.” 

He gets in the sling—where there are still puddles of piss on the leather.

He jerks and I eat. 

He shoots—like 24 year olds do—copious and very white—all over himself.

He doesn’t expect me to lick it up. 

Or feed him some cum off my fingers. 

But he is glad I do…

 

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