My Playroom—February, 2023

 

He contacted me on one of the hook-up sites.  He liked my dick pics.  Of course.  He was eager to make the drive to the playroom.  He was yet another new guy, but I took the chance and he showed up right on schedule.

Judd’s a big guy, taller than my 6’ 2” and big boned (that former football player type.)  He was nervous.  I showed him down to the playroom and suggested he strip down while I went back upstairs to do the same.

I put on a new jock.  Pristine.  It had just arrived from the guy who loves to have me wear them for sex and then send them back to him.  I snapped a couple of pics of it being snow white. 

Then I went downstairs and had Judd take another.  He handed my phone back to me and sat on the bed.  He tried to smile…

 

“Are you alright?” I ask.

“Sure.  It’s been a while…”

“Since you’ve had sex?” I set the phone on the television stand.

“Since I’ve got fucked.  I’m more of a cocksucker.”

“Then why don’t we start there.  Get me hard.”  He goes to his knees in front of me.  “Get this brand-new jock good and wet.”

He licks and eventually gnaws at the lily-white fabric.  My cock begins to swell.  I let him take me out.  He’s right—he’s a damn good cocksucker.  I let him set his own pace, to get me raging hard.

Finally, he pulls off my cock.  “That’s a great dick,” he grins, looking at it, with one hand on my balls and the other circling my girth at the base.  “Sir,” he adds as an afterthought. 

I don’t respond.  I just fuck his face.  It’s my turn to be in charge.  I let go of his head when it’s obvious he needs to catch his breath.

“Why don’t you get up on the fuck bench?

Judd climbs aboard.  He looks great there, his full ass spread and inviting.  “Please, just go slow…”

I go to my knees and surprise him with my tongue.  I work it into his very tight starfish of a hole.  He gasps.  I keep it up and slowly work him slightly open.  I dip a finger in the coconut oil and lube him up.  This causes him to groan louder—but still in a good way.  I go back to my tongue, lubing my cock at the same time.

I stand and begin to enter him.  It’s work—but the head pops in.  I pull it right back out and go back to my knees.  My tongue works the enlarged hole open just a little more, getting it to really relax.  I try again with my cock.  I bury maybe two inches in him this time.  I pull back out and find the smallest butt plug.  He takes it easily—with only the slightest gasp as the thickest part eases in.  I play with it, turning it, beating on the base of it with the flat of my hand.

“Try your dick again.”

I pull out the toy.  And my cock sinks home.  He pants—and takes me.  I hold a moment and begin a slow fuck.  He reaches under the bench and finds his own cock.  He groans and takes all of me. 

I pull out. “You want to taste your hole?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

I move to his head and let him slobber on my cock, tasting his ass juices.  I think he is surprised how much he loves this.  We end up doing it every time I pull out.

I use the speculum on him.  I want him just slightly looser.  He loves my finger in him after each crank open.  He really loves when I fuck him with it in place.  I remove it and fuck him again.  Now his hole is just how I want it:  tight, but accommodating.  He cleans me up again before we move to the sling.

“Stirrups?”

“Yes, please.” 

I get his ankles in place.  Judd can’t take his eyes off himself.  He moans about how vulnerable he looks and feels.  I take the opportunity to piss on his hole.  He gasps—and then moans as I lick it off him.

I fuck him.  Harder now.  The chains rattle.

I use the egg-headed dildo.  He pants on the size of the head, but he takes it—and feels proud.  I use it strictly as a stretch—there is no way my cock is joining the dildo inside Judd.

It’s back to just my dick.  His hole is looser now, but still tight compared to so many of the men who frequent the sling.

“Fucker me harder, Sir.  I can take it.”

So I do. 

And he can.

I use the graduating balls on him, just to give him one additional new sensation up his ass.

I fuck again.  I stop, still fully in him.

“Where would you like to get bred?  Here or the bench?

He thinks for a millisecond.  “The bench.  I feel even more used over there.”

I get him out of the sling and onto the bench.  I piss on his hole again—and he whimpers.  I lick him clean—and it makes my cock drool.  I am so ready to breed. 

“I want your load, Sir…”

“I know you do,” I say, standing up.  I slide in.  I can still feel some hot piss clinging to his pucker, that pucker that isn’t closing so tightly now.

“Give it to me…” He looks up, into the mirror in front of me.  He can see me fucking him, slapping his generous ass as I plow.

And I’m there.  I cum—spurt and spurt…

*

Judd comes back to the playroom to get dressed after his shower.  I am picking up the towels and toys, etc. as he sits on the bed to dress.

“I saw you once before…”

“Oh?”

“Up in Lansing.  You came into a gloryhole booth I was using.  Your cock was out and hard—just like today.  But I didn’t get to suck it.  You were distracted by someone else.”

I have no memory of this.

“But I sure had it today.”

He did indeed…

 

The original post, with the pictures mentioned, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: “Please, Just Go Slow…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   March 11, 2023