I moved in November of 2020.  I wrote an entire illustrated post about my new playroom.  If you want to look at that, it is here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/equipment-close-up-new-playroom.html

 

My (New) Playroom—November, 2020

We had chatted.  I think he’d first sent me a tug on AssPig.  But other than saying we’d like to meet sometime, nothing had ever come of it, as he was quite far north in Michigan.  Well, I have moved closer to some of the bigger mid-Michigan cities.  In November, this young man was looking for some play and wanting to make the drive.  He had been staying home and doing nothing but playing with his toys all fall.  We arranged a date near the end of the month.  He brought J-Lube.  I washed all my toys one more time as they had been wrapped in towels for the packing.

He arrived a little late—but let me know each step of the way.  I had seen him on many guy’s certifications, so I knew he was accomplished at both topping and bottoming for fist.  He was not yet 30 years old, maybe six foot tall—and carrying some extra Covid weight.  He was hairy all over.  And eager.

He checked his cleanout, while I grabbed some water…and down we went for the inaugural play in the new set-up.

 

Barry compliments me on the set up.  He pulls a squeeze bottle of J-lube out of his bag.  I set it by the sling.  Barry kneels—and begins to nuzzle my jock.

“Let me suck that.”

He swallows me down and lets me thicken in his throat.   Suddenly, he has a lot more dick lodged in his throat than he bargained for—he pulls off me, gasping for air.   He gives good head, but never tries to deep throat me again.

I want to taste his ass—and tell him to get on the fuck bench.

He does.  I pull apart the large hairy ass cheeks and sink in.  He loves my tongue—and says so repeatedly.  I lube myself as I rim—so in one swift movement I can stand up and sink my dick into his now open, and wet, hole.  I slide in until I am grinding my pubes against him.

“That is a big dick.  Fuck!”

I hold.

I fuck.

He does poppers and is instantly taking me as if it were a breadstick.

I pound his ass, pull out and move to let him suck me again.  But I have misjudged the placement of the bench—and I can’t fit between the mirror and the end of it.  I make a mental note to move it—and go back to fucking.

I grab and egg headed dildo.  He takes it easily, too.  A little less so as my cock pushes in to join it.  But he relaxes with a popper’s hit.  And then begins to moan as my cock goes over the ribbed shaft of the toy—stretching his already stretched hole.

I fuck him again with just me.

And once more as a DP with the toy.

He is ready to get off his knees so we move to the sling.  No stirrups for him.  He loves his bare feet against the poles of the frame. 

I rim.

I fuck with deep thrusts.

I fuck him by standing still and pulling the sling forward—then pushing it back.  Barry takes over, pushing against the poles to move back and then impaling himself on my engorged dick. Hard and fast.

 He slows and stops.  I go back to hip thrusts—and inserting 2 fingers along the top of my cock.  He takes me easily.  Barry huffs poppers—and I now have 4 fingers along the top of my cock.  I pull out and sink to my knees.  I plant my full face into his wet ass crack.  I lick and spit—and reach for the thick black butt plug.  I love having the toys so close to the sling.  I spit one last time, j-lube up the plug and work it in.  His ass snaps down on the small end.  I pound on the base of the toy—sending reverberations through his hole, through his whole body.

It comes out.  Dick goes back in.

Then the left hand.  Easily.

Right hand.  With a little work.

Left.

Right.

Left with two fingers of my right added by sliding them down my wrist into him.

Now the right and two fingers of the left.

Left with three.

Left with four.

Right hand slides in and forms a fist deep in his bowels.

I go back to just fucking him.

“I like your hands—but I love your cock,” he grunts out.

I tell him how good his ass feels…taking his mind off the fact that my left hand has replaced my cock—and then my cock slides into my open palm.  His eyes are suddenly riveted to the mirror above him.

“Both…” he mumbles.

“I’m jerking myself in your guts.”

He just groans and takes a huff. 

I move my hand over the knob of my cock.  It feels terrific.

I do this time and time again…speeding up the hand movement just a little on each repeat.

*

With his delays, we are running a little short of time.

“Will you breed me?  I really want you to…”

“Sure.”  I pull my hands out of him, swipe a towel down his ass to get rid of excess J-lube and bury my face once more in his ass cleft.  My cock spasms.  And I know it will be easy to breed this boy.

I stand up. 

Slide in.

I look in his eyes as I begin to pump.

“Shoot it,” he hisses.

I grab his poppers, take one long hit—and fire off a week’s worth of cum into his stretched out hole…

*

He showered, thanked me and hit the road pretty fast.

I sent him a text thanking him for making the trip…and have not heard from him since…

 

The origianl of that post is here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/inaugurating-new-playroom.html