My Playroom—October, 2022

 

I had met him just a few days ago.  Jack was one of the players I wrote about in The Right Men in the Right Place.   (He was only identified as the Bear in Part One and Part Two).    He is around my age, with a thick ex-footballer build to him.  He loved my dick in his hole, and his tongue in my ass.  He had asked for my number before we were done there.  A week later he was ringing my doorbell for an afternoon in my playroom…

 

He is naked, his clothes tossed on the chair behind the door, when I walk back into the playroom.  He is standing by the bed and watching the porn, hard as a rock.  I slip out of my robe and toss it on the chair.  His eyes follow me as I move to the fuck bench, lean against it and tell him to suck my cock.  He kneels and spends long moments inhaling the scent of the jock pouch.  He grunts his approval and begins to lick the loosely woven fabric.  My dick, already plumped, responds to his hot breath, and hotter tongue.  It hardens, making the pouch look obscenely distended.  He lifts an edge and my cock springs free.  He mouths the helmet head for a moment, before taking me down his throat.  To the root.  And holding it there.  I push slightly—making him choke. 

He pulls off and looks at me with pure lust in his eyes.  “Do that again.”

So I do.

He comes up for air, trailing a long strand of deep throat spit.  My hand reaches out, winds it around my fingers and I smear it on his face.  This makes his hard cock ooze.  We do it all again, repeating the same process.

“Up on the bench,”

He kneels there, presenting me with his full ass.

“Anything you want,” he tells me.

I choose to tongue it first.  Deep and hard.  He looks to the left and sees the mirror leaning against the wall.  It is at an angle that shows him just what I’m doing.  Now he can see it as well as feel it.  He moans. 

I stand up.  “Did you say ‘anything?’”

“Yes, Sir.

I don’t answer, I just piss down his ass crack.  A short, quick blast.  I go to my knees and lick him clean.  I stand up and do it again.  I lick him clean once more as I grease up my cock.  This time when I stand, I push into him.  His puffy ass lips part and take me.  One inch.  Two.  I keep up the relentless pressure—and every inch is soon buried in his hot, wet butt. 

“Fuck me!”

I hold another moment—and then begin a slow fuck.  I speed up quickly.  I am sawing into his wet hole repeatedly.  Just as suddenly I stop.

“You want to taste your hole?”

“Yes, Sir.  Love it.”

I walk around to his mouth.  He gobbles me down, slurping loudly.  “Can you taste any of my piss?”

He grunts something that sounds like an affirmative.

I go back and fuck him some more.  When I pull out, he pleads to let him clean my cock.  I let him.  I even fuck his mouth a little, but the angle is bad to go too deep.  Then it’s another round in his butt.

He has asked for some pictures of his ass, so I take a few.  He pulls his cheeks apart—he’ll be showing his sloppy hole to anyone looking at his profile.  I put down the camera and eat his ass as he holds it open. 

Which makes me want to fuck it one more time…

*

We’ve moved to the sling.  He can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him—watching me fuck away at his hot ass.  It is refreshing to fuck a man who doesn’t rely on poppers to take me.  His hole is responsive to every thrust. 

“Remember,” he murmurs between grunts, “I want some time on your ass, too.”

This makes me fuck him harder, rattling the chains.  Finally, I stop to catch my breath.

“Let me eat your ass.  Please.”

“Sling or rimseat?” I ask.

“Both.”

I help him out and take his place in the sling.  He dumps the clothes out of the chair onto the bed, so he can sit and munch on my butt.  He licks the length of the crack—and then zeros in on teasing my hole with his tongue.  He’s great.  And obviously loves it.  He’s rock hard.  I stroke and watch what he’s doing in the mirror.

I try to see if I can give him some piss while he’s rimming, but the bladder seems to be dry.  I just lie back and stroke.

“I want to try the rimseat.”

I get out and drag it from its corner.  I arrange the mat to lie on.  “Let me give you a break and go under first.”

I do.  His ass fills every bit of room.  My mouth is plastered to his wet hole.  I can barely get air.  But it makes me every bit as hard as he was when he was eating mine.  I tongue fuck him, getting a cascade of ass jizz mixed with my precum.  It’s my turn to groan.  He must feel it dripping out of him as he moans right along with me.  I turn myself to the side in order to get some air.  I take a deep breath and tongue fuck him again.

He stands up.  “My turn.”

We switch.  I sit gingerly on the seat.  His tongue is instantly swabbing my crack and hole.  I sit and stroke—watching the porn and feeling my hole welcome his tongue.

Jack’s tongue and mouth are indefatigable.  My hole is amazing relaxed and wet.  I am so close to shooting and I’ll be damned if I am going to let it coat his chest.  He needs it inside his ass…as much as I want to put it there.

“I need to breed you.  You want my cum up your hole?”

“Yes!” he mumbles, still buried in me.

I stand up.  I move around and help him to his feet.  “Sling or bench?”

“Sling,” he decides.  “I can see more.”

Back to the sling we go.  I taste his hole the moment he is positioned in it again.  My cock is slick and ready.  I stand up and plow into him.  He grunts at the force of my entry.  I can’t help it.  I am in total rut.  I can think of nothing but my release.

Two strokes.  Maybe three.  And I explode.  Jack groans and squeezes down on my cock.  I couldn’t pull out of him now even if I wanted…

*

(And Jack capped it all off by having me stretch out on the bed and giving me a back rub.  He’s coming back next week!)

 

The original, with pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Rimming and Breeding Jack's Wet Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)          November 15, 2022