My Playroom—May, 2023

Maybe it was a good thing I didn’t get off at the bookstore, for the next day I got a text from Jack, the bearish man who has turned into such a fluid pig in my playroom.  He wondered if I had time for a meet in the next couple of days.  I did have the time—and I had balls I wanted to empty before my trip to Chicago.  We found a time and in less than 24 hours, he was at my door…

“I need to piss!” Jack announces as I open the front door.  “Which way is the john, again?”

I point down the hall and around to the left. 

He starts in that direction and stops.  “I should save it.  Let’s go to the playroom.”

We do.  I re-start the movie to give us some groans and piss splashings to accompany our own.  I go upstairs to strip, leaving Jack to do the same.  When I return in used jock and boots, I find him kneeling, naked, at the end of the fuck bench.

“Give me your cock!” he whispers.

I grind the yellowing pouch of the jock into his face.  Jack huffs the fragrance deep into his lungs before his tongue begins wetting the fabric.  He works the entire pouch until it is damp and only then do I take my hardening cock out of it.  He swallows me down, taking me to the root on the first try.  Soon my cock is covered in his deep throat spittle.  I catch the strands each time he surfaces and smear them onto my dick.

“Can you take a fuck?  Or do you need to get rid of that piss?”

“Fuck me.”  He scrambles up on the bench.  He knows my routine.  I go to my knees and begin licking his hole.  Jack’s ass opens on the first touch of my tongue.  He is horny—and that’s fine by me.  I spit one last time and push it as deep into him as my tongue will let me.  I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass.

“Give it to me hard.”

I glide in.  He grunts as my cock stretches him out.  I let him take a hit of poppers and begin the fuck.  Hard and demanding.  Jack groans loudly.  He looks over to his side at the mirror tilted against the wall so he can see me ravage his hole.  I slap his ass and he tightens down on my cock.  I fuck.  And fuck.

“Let me taste my ass, man.”

I obligingly pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cleans me—hungrily. 

“Let’s go to the sling,” I tell him.  He gets up and is moves towards it.  “I’m getting in it—you need to spray that piss all over my ass—and clean it up.”  I hop in, resting my long legs on the chains.  Jack kneels and begins rimming me.  It’s my turn to groan.  Almost immediately he stands up and begins to hose me down.  Ass crack.  Balls.  The cock I’m jerking.  And back again.  The moment his bladder runs down, he is on his knees slurping up his piss.  He cleans me up—and then concentrates on eating my hole.  You can feel how much he loves doing it.  He can’t stop—and I don’t want him to.  I borrow his poppers for a quick hit.  The moment the cap is back on it, I babble about how good his tongue is making me feel.  I shut my eyes for a moment, but open them to watch him tongue fuck me in the mirror above the sling.  He burrows in, spits and keeps going.  He jerks his cock relentlessly as he pleasures me with his tongue.

But soon enough, I want to be doing that to his ass.  We switch.  The moment I have his ankles in the stirrups, I kneel and begin licking the hole I fucked with such force.  His ass lips are slightly swollen.  I work them open until his hole is gaping.  Only then do I stand up and piss on his relaxed ass. 

“Fuck that piss into me.”

He’s read my mind.  I don’t clean up all the droplets hanging on the hairs of his ass crack with my tongue; I fuck them into his already wet hole.  Jack watches it all in the mirror above him.  My cock pummels him hard.  Over and over.

I pull it out and move to his head.  He cleans me up—enjoying the mix of piss and ass jizz. 

“Leave lots of spit on my cock—I don’t want to re-lube…”

He does—and I fuck it into his hungry hole…

*

I need a break.  I have been alternating fucking his hole, usually after a splash of piss, and then letting him savor all those flavors in his mouth.  Now, I want some too.  I get him out of the sling and spread the mat for the rimseat.  I lie down and he sits, spreading his hole open for my tongue.  I instantly get a drip of piss from what is clinging to the hair on the outside of his hole.  I lick that up before burrowing into him.  I have not pissed a full load into him, just a quick spurt, each time before I fucked him.  He is seriously wet now between that piss and his own ass jizz.  I can’t stop eating his hole.

But he decides for me.  He stands up.  “It’s my turn.”

We change places.  He eats my much less damp hole.  Suddenly, I stand up.  I move around, lifting his legs to my shoulders and fuck him as he lies there, his face framed with the toilet seat.  He grunts out his pleasure at being used.  I have a mental flash of how hot it would be if a third man was here so he could be rimming him as I fucked.  This thought makes me pre-cum even more inside him.

I pull out of his ass and sit back down so he can rim me some more…

*

We have moved back to Jack being in the sling.  My cock is deep inside him, hammering away. 

“Cum inside me...” Jack groans.  “I want your load.”

I am close.  I have really hydrated for this session—and I know I won’t be able to cum with a bladder still full of piss. 

I keep fucking. 

Jack keeps jerking his thick cock.

I pull out and in moments I am pissing a torrent of clear piss all over Jack.  Just as much as I took from him early on.  I cover his ass, his cock (which he stops jerking, he is so turned on) and his chest—then back to his balls and ass crack.  When it’s done, I go to my knees and begin licking his ass crack.  I jerk my cock.  I can’t get enough of either sensation.

And I’m there.

I stand up just in time to fuck my load deep into his pissy guts…

The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Jack Needs to Take a Piss (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   June 1, 2023