My Playroom—June, 2023

I received an email in my felchingpisser account.  The sender said he’d met me at a Cum-Union quite some time ago.  He told me that I ate the three or four loads he’d taken out of his ass and fucked him with what little cum was still in his hole.  He’d been thinking about me a lot lately—and he wanted to meet.

I have to say, the incident had all the hallmarks of me, but I couldn’t picture the man.  We quickly switched to text.  He sent me a face shot.  I remembered him immediately.  He is half my age, and a great pig.  He is slender, tall, with tufts of hair on his chest and a furry ass.  We had not played again.  Now he wanted to get wet with me in the playroom. 

We sent a bunch of texts with ideas for play and our limits.  Sometimes I don’t like to answer the text ‘What are you going to do to me?’—the guy is just jerking to the words and doesn’t really want to do more.  I was sure that was not Brent.  We talked about scenarios that turned us on.  Everything we brought up, we both liked.

I even agreed to meet with him a little earlier than I usually play.  He was so excited, he arrived earlier yet.  But I was ready for him…

I open the door to the playroom.  I am wearing just boots and the jock I am grunging up for a reader.  There, on his knees, is this hot young man.  He is wearing the white jock I requested, so we can watch it change color.  He has tall athletic socks on and nothing else.  He is kneeling in front of the sling, his hands behind his back.  Eager.  And expectant.

I mash the pouch of my pungent and stained jock into his face.  He groans and begins to lick it.  I will myself to piss—but I can’t quite get there, even as hydrated as I am.  Instead, my cock erects and he gives me some great head.  I grab his ears and face fuck him for a bit. 

I can’t wait to eat his ass after so long.  I tell him to get up on the bench.  His hot hairy butt juts out at the perfect height for me to dive in.  My tongue pokes into his tight hole.  But it loosens instantly.  I spit and lick it up—again and again.

“Take some poppers,” I tell him.  I’ve seen the bottle in his hand.

He does.  I stand up and let them hit him, slapping my hard cock on his right cheek.  I poke at his much looser hole, but I don’t go in—I shower it with piss.  It sluices down his hairy crack and onto the towel under the bench.  It’s not a big gush of liquid, just enough to flavor his hole.  I go to my knees and lick it up.  He groans.  I hear him take another hit as I eat him out again.  When he gets the cap back on, I stand up and enter him for the first of countless times today.  His hole is hot and ready.  I sink all the way into him as he groans.  Brent pushes back, taking the last inch I was saving for later.

Damn, he’s hungry.  I begin the fuck, long and slow.  I build fast.  Really slamming it into his receptive ass.  He groans and eggs me on, telling me how good I’m making him feel.  I slow down—and pull out.

“Let me taste my ass.”

I bring it to his face.  He licks and swallows me down, groaning at the juices on my cock.  It gets me even harder, so I pull out and fuck him again…

*

He’s in the sling.  I am eating Brent’s wet, and much looser hole.  I stand up.   My dick spurts piss all over his jock pouch.  I send a splash onto his chest—almost to his gaping mouth.  I dig his semi-hard out of the sopping wet pouch and wet it directly.  I bend and suck the piss off his cock.  He mops up his chest with his fingers and tastes me that way.

We fuck.  Repeatedly.  Brent cleaning my cock after each round.

“Daddy, I want to lick your hole like you promised.”

We change places.  I lie on the damp sling.  Brent goes to his knees and eats my hole out.  I close my eyes and revel in the all the sensations.  I hear him stand.  A gallon of piss is squirting out of him.  It is a young man’s flow—long and forever and copious.  It covers my ass, my jock and up to my chest.  It’s my turn to mop some up and taste it.  Brent goes to his knees, rimming me madly, trying to catch every delicious drop as it clings to the hair of my ass…

*

We fuck some more with him in the sling.  As he cleans my dick, I strap the leather restraints on his wrists.  I buckle them on his ankles as well.  As he lays there, I flatten the bench to become a padded table.  I get him out of the sling and onto the table before I grab the hogtie clip.  I clip his arms and legs to the four sides, causing them to bunch his limbs together.  I push down on it and it rolls his ass up to a good angle to fuck him while he’s helpless. 

I fuck him hard. 

He cleans my dick and we do it again.

*

I’ve pulled out the rimseat.  “Do you want to sit on it or be under it?” I ask.

“Under,” he says quickly, as he lays down on the mat.  I sit and let him go to work.  I use his poppers and relax and his active tongue licks every inch of my crack and hole.

I stand when my legs need to stretch, but he begs me to sit down again.  I do, taking another hit.

Eventually, we reverse.  I have him lean into the sling and shoot some piss on his hairy butt hole before he sits on my face.  I love how it keeps dripping—as I can’t possibly lick it up fast enough…

*

“I want you to breed me,” he says as he helps me up from the mat.

We have been playing for a very long time—and I am more than ready, after rimming him so deeply.

We both are very damp—all over.  And it feels great on this hot day.  I choose the sling.  “I want to see your face as I load you.” 

He gets in.  I kneel and eat his hole.  I can’t get enough.  I pull the cheeks apart and go as deep as on the rim seat.  I hear him do poppers.  I lube up as I eat. 

I stand and slide in.  He locks eyes with me.  “Fuck my wet ass.  Hard!”

I do as I’m told.  I am so close.  He passes me his poppers.  I take a hit.  I feel my cock swell even more as I screw the cap on.  I begin slamming into his wet ass.  The room is filled with the sound of our wet bodies colliding.

“Do it.  Fill me up…” he groans out.

I thrust a few more times.  I really want to tongue him again, but I don’t stop.  I am so damn close.

“Breed me…please…”

I look at him.  I can see that lust for load in his eyes. 

And I shoot.  Over and over.  I fuck it deep.  And it feels like there’s a lot of jizz.  I bend down and hold on to him, my cock still deep in his guts.  His arms wrap around me.

Eventually, I move.  I slip to my knees and lick out some of my load.  I feed it to his eager mouth, in a sloppy kiss…

The original, with a hot pic of Brent, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Pissing and Rimming Brent (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  July 15, 2023