My Playroom—March, 2023

Sometime before I went off on my sex weekend (that included breeding Keshawn) I had heard from Jack.  He is the man around my age who is fairly new to gay sex—and is making up for lost time by embracing good pig play.  We set up a time to rut.  In the course of our texting, he told me he was eager and had done what I suggested. 

‘What was that?’  I asked in the next message.  And then I remembered, before I got his reply.  I had, in the course of my last session with him, mentioned that if he was a jerker, he could freeze his loads for our mutual pleasure.  I hoped I was right.  My phone dinged, but all he would tell me was that he’d be bringing me something special.

So, on a Friday afternoon, late in March, Jack showed up with a coffee cup.  Inside, packed in ice, was a condom…

He hands it to me, right at the front door.  “Five loads,” he says.

“All your own?  Or from others?”

“All mine.”  We go down to the playroom.  I am already in the jock I’m destroying for a bud and with boots, all covered by my robe.  I set the cup down on the toy shelf for later, first making sure there is enough ice to keep the devil’s dick solidly frozen.  I watch him strip.  He’s in a hurry.   The moment he’s naked, he kneels at the foot of the fuckbench.  I surprise him by handing him my phone.  I ask him to snap a picture of the jock, so the owner can see the results of my constant wear during my play time.

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He snaps away.  I move closer to him, take the phone out of his hands and toss it on the bed.  My jock pouch rubs his face.  He inhales deeply and begins mouthing the loosely woven cloth.  He is hungry.  My cock is swelling.  He licks at it, loving that the flavored fabric is between his tongue and my engorging cock.  Finally, the pouch can no longer contain all of me.  I yank it to the side and let Jack get to my dick for the first time today.  He sucks me all the way down before coming back up to my piss slit.  He holds the shaft of my cock with his left hand and just concentrates on licking the opening.  Burrowing in.  He must be getting some precum, for he is moaning softly.

The moment his hand releases me, I fuck his face.  Hard.  He chokes once—and that only inspires him to ask for more.  I do it again.  He does not choke this time.  I pull out of his mouth and turn.  I thrust my butt cheeks into his face.  He hungrily burrows in to find my hole.  He grunts, relishing the musk of the four hours since the morning shower.  I turn back around,  knowing he’ll have lots more time to lick my ass later.

“Get up on the bench, I want to do that to you.” 

Jack scrambles up.  The bench spreads his cheeks for me as he gets comfortable.  I dive in.  I love the fresh taste of his hole.  Soon it will reek of me, my sweat, my piss, my cum, his cum…

I stop stroking my cock at that thought—and redouble my efforts at opening his hole.  His pucker loosens.  I stand up and insert my cock.  The head goes in with the tiniest bit of effort.  Jack relaxes, takes a hit of his poppers and I slide the rest of the way in.  Every inch, buried in his hot flesh.  I fuck, slow and long.

“Make me feel it,” he pleads.

I build the tempo.  Really plowing into him. I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He groans and licks me clean.  I spit on my cock as I return to his ass.  I fuck him with just our mingled spit for lube. 

“Fuck me,” he groans.

Once again, he cleans my cock.  When I return to his used hole this time, I piss on it.  Jack groans again.  I can’t stop.  My clear piss runs down his crack and onto the towel under the bench.  I kneel and lick his fucked hole clean of piss.  I spit on my cock, and fuck him again…

*

I get him up off the bench after he cleans my piss flavored cock.  He’s sure he is going to the sling and get his loads into his butt.  I surprise him by getting into the sling myself.

“Eat my ass.”

He goes to his knees and begins licking me with such an intensity I have to ask him to start a little less aggressively.  He backs off.  I use the poppers I keep in my freezer just for his visits and his tongue inside me.  I let him lick and slobber all over my hairy crack.  I try to piss for him, but I’m dry.  He tries to add some piss to the mix, too, a little later, but it’s not happening today for him.  I am more than content with just his incredibly eager tongue working my ass lips.
 

We switch places.  I get his ankles in the stirrups and eat his hole.  And fuck it.  And have him lick up all those juices.  As I pull out of his mouth, I spit in it.  Jack groans and swallows.  I pick up his coffee cup, and holding it where he can see it, remove the condom with the five loads.  It is still solid—a large mass of off-white cum.  I snip it open, just under the knot he’s tied in it.  I hold it to his swollen ass lips and turn the condom inside out, pushing the frozen nugget of cum into him in one smooth maneuver. 

Jack pants—it has to be damn cold.  I kneel and lick up the slime trail of cum the frozen mass left, as the outer layer melted on contact.  I drool it down to my cock, stand up and push into him.  I can feel the frozen cum nugget about four inches into him.  I fuck it deeper, very aware of the melting devil’s dick as it drips on my penis and warms back to body temperature. 

I fuck him.

I bring it to his mouth.  He loves the taste of all the mingled juices now in his hole.  He cleans me thoroughly.   I go back to his ass and lick up a drip.  I spit it on his hole and fuck it back into him.  Once more, at the end of the fuck, I share my cum covered cock with him.  He licks me clean and swallows it all hungrily.  I go back to his ass and make sure to wipe up a small cum drip with the pouch of the jock.

As I fuck yet again, I have lost the feel of fucking in a load.  I grab the speculum.  This is new to Jack. But he’s eager.  With him cranked open, my finger touches his prostate repeatedly.  I do find more cum.  He licks my finger clean.

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I fuck with the device in place.  My cock is wet, not cummy, but he still enjoys the flavor, once I stop.  I remove the speculum and see the cup where I left it.  I take an ice cube.  I insert it in his slightly gaping hole.  I add my cock.  I push it deeper.  The melting water cleans him up.  My cock, when I pull it out, has a nice mix of water and the remaining cum from in his ass.  Jack swallows me down, moaning, and telling me how good I taste.

“I think you need some fresh cum in your hole.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You want me to shoot in you?” I ask rhetorically, as I slide into his well-used mancunt.

“Please, Sir.  I want to take your load home.”

I begin to fuck.  “You gonna keep it in you?’

“Yes, Sir!”

I pump a little harder.  “Really?”

“I might taste some, Sir, when I get home and…”  the sentence trails off into his panting.

I am pumping hard and fast.

“Take a hit of poppers.” 

I slow down as he unscrews the cap.  The moment it’s back on, I am back to slamming into him with all my strength.

In moments, I’m there.  I shoot five days of built up cum into him.  Jack takes it all…

And takes it home, unshowered, like a good pig…

The original, with pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Jack Brings a Cup of Cum (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   April 21, 2023