My Playroom—May, 2023

I came home tired, but exhilarated, from a really great IML.  (I do think I was not as tired as I would have been had I stayed in the host hotel with all it’s 24/7 temptations.)  I was not planning on playing those last three days of May, but I got an intriguing email.

Davis, a man who came to me for kink play that he could not find anywhere else, made three trips to the playroom in 2021—and then disappeared.  He was back at his parent’s home for a visit.  Could I host him for a day?

I could.

He arrived in the early afternoon.  It’s a drive to get to me, so he spent some time in the shower before we headed downstairs.  I learned we had met as he was finishing up his training in a medically related field—and the job he got had required him to move to a western state.   He hadn’t found many partners out there, but he told me that that had made him a little more versatile…

I walk into the playroom.  Davis is kneeling at the end of the fuck bench.  He may be just 30 or a shade more, tall, with a stocky build.  But he has trimmed up since he was last here.  He is kneeling in a jock and socks—and he can’t wait to mash his face into my jock pouch.  He inhales deeply.  This jock had a busy IML—and his groan tells me he appreciates it.   He tongues it for a bit, before he just can’t wait.  He pulls it to the side and takes my hardening cock deep into his throat.  I come to full erection inside him.  Choking him.  Making him reluctantly pull off me.  He pants and takes me down again.

I fuck his face a little.  He relaxes and I go deeper yet.  I pull out, twirling the strands of deep throat spit around my cock shaft.  “Clean that up,” I tell him.  He sucks me clean.  Until I pull more out of his throat.  “Up on the bench; I want to use it for lube.”

Davis scrambles up.  I spread his cheeks apart and smear the deep throat spittle covering my dick up and down his ass crack.  I finger some into his not too tight pucker.  I think about entering him right there—but I just have to rim that plump, full ass.  I go to my knees and explore his wet hole with my tongue.  I hear the poppers open.  He inhales and I go deep, probing his most private place.

I stand up, my lubed cock drooling.  I push into him.  He grunts and takes me quite easily.  He inhales more poppers and I begin a slow in and out.  Over and over.  I finally pull out and move towards his face with my wet cock.

“Please let me taste…”  He doesn’t finish the sentence as I have thrust my dick into his mouth.  He groans—and cleans me thoroughly.  I go right back to his ass and plunge in, with just his spit now for lube.  I fuck him hard, telling him not to take his poppers—to really feel every inch of my rampaging dick. 

He complies.  Whimpering.  And cleans my dick once again.

I sit on the bed, tossing the foam mat for the rimseat on the floor by it.  “Come here, you didn’t get my balls cleaned up.”  Davis kneels on the mat.  He spends long minutes working his tongue over them.  Then under my balls, remembering how I like the feel of a tongue right where my cock ring pulls them down.

I groan and tell him he’s a good boy. 

His response is to go a little lower on my perineum.  He grunts, and tells me how good I taste.  And goes a little farther yet.

“Do you want to rim me?”  This is new—he has never showed any interest in doing this.

He looks up, but stays in position.  “I do—if you like it.”

I simply touch his head and his tongue digs into my asshole for the first time.  And he’s good at it.  I let him go for a bit—and then compliment him on his technique.

“I’ve had to learn to top out where I work—and I found I really love to lick a man’s hole as much as I love having it done to me.”

I grin and push his handsome face back into my ass…

*

We move to the sling.  I am rimming his hole before the first fuck there.  I stand up.  Piss gushes out of my cock, coating his sparsely haired crack.  I kneel and lick it up before standing and plunging into him again.  I fuck.  His eyes riveted to the mirror above.  I pull out and slap my cock on the mound of his jock.  I pick up my phone and snap some pictures.

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We break.   He asks if he can eat my ass in the sling.  I hop in and he licks my entire ass crack, up and down, before burrowing into my hole.  I close my eyes, and let him do what he wants.  When he slows down, we reverse.  I eat his hole some more. 

I stand up.  “You said in your email you wanted to be tied down in the sling.”

Davis nods.

“While I have some rope, I like this better.”  I pull out a box of clear plastic wrap used for leftovers.  I work, winding it over his chest and securing him in place on the sling.  The wrap clings to itself securely.  I cover his crotch with the film, too.  I wrap it so his thighs are fastened to the D rings at the bottom of the sling.  I add restraints to his wrists and fasten them to the sling chains above his head.   He can’t move.  Nor does he want to.  He begins to pant. 

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I have left his ass crack open.  I start by pissing on it.  I splash some up onto his stomach.  Davis is so thoroughly covered that he can feel the heat but not the wetness.  It pours off him onto the towel below.  I lick up what is on his ass.

I fit my blindfold over his eyes.  I go back and toy with his hole.  Just my fingertips, teasing him.  Slowly, I change to my dick.  The head of my cock prods him and plays with his puffy ass lips.  Eventually, I slip into his well fucked hole and give him my full cock. 

Hard and fast.

Slow and easy.

More piss, right on his crack.

And a hard, chain rattling, fuck.

We break.  I cut him loose. 

I suggest the rimseat.  I make him go under first.  He has never had anyone sit on his face before.  He acquits himself well. 

I get up and fuck him, with his legs on my shoulders as he lies there.  He whimpers with each stroke.  I pull out and sit back on his face.  His tongue has found new energy in its attack.

Of course, we reverse it, too.  I want to really get deep in his wet fuck hole.  I feast on it as he groans out his pleasure.  My cock is rampant.

It’s time to breed.  We both know it.  We go to the sling.  I want to see his face as I shoot.

I fuck for a bit.  One last piss rinse of his crack.  A quick lick before I slip into him and fuck.

I am suddenly there, with the taste of my piss still on my tongue.  I grab the bars above me and let my balls empty into this man half my age.  I let my cock marinate in his ass for a long time.  It barely softens, but enough that if begins to slip out.  I go to my knees and taste the few drops of cum that escape with it.  I leave the rest of the load for him…

The original, with pictures, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Davis Returns to the Playroom (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  June 19, 2023