My Playroom—August, 2023

The first Wednesday of the month Kieran was back in the playroom.  I’d met him in the bookstore where his oral talents were on display.  He’d come to the playroom once before for a good pounding.  (Here is a link to his first adventure in the sling:  Like I’m In Some Damn Porn Flick).  I knew that Wednesday was his ‘alone’ day so I was pretty sure I’d hear from him at the top of the week.  I did.  And now, here he was on my doorstep. 

“I don’t have too long.  I think the wife’s home earlier today.”

He was eager to get downstairs.  I sent him down to strip and I did the same up in my bedroom.  I went down and sat on the bed, naked but for a jock and boots… 

He looks good—thickly built with that long beard.  I stand up and he takes my place.  He reaches for the waistband of the jock and pulls me towards him.  I can feel his hot breath through the fabric.  He inhales deeply and then moves the stained pouch to the side.  His hot tongue goes to my balls.  He licks them, as we both watch my cock grow from plumped to fully erect.   He ignores my dripping dick and just continues coating my hairy balls with his saliva.

Finally, he goes for my cock.  He takes half of it on the first go.  Then all the way down, my wet balls slapping into his full mountain man beard.  He gags, to his delight, and pulls off me.  He slurps the deep throat spit off my cock shaft and then does it again.

We spend a long time here.  Kieran loves anal sex, but he is a cocksucker at heart.  And a great one.  I let him go back to my balls, getting them just as wet again. He lifts them and cranes his head around so he can lick my perinium.  Then it’s back to my cock.  He concentrates on just the precumming head at first—but soon he can’t stop himself from taking me to the root, over and over.

“Let me eat your ass.  I want it as wet as my cock is right now.”

He goes to the bench without my telling him.  He gets in place.  I kneel and eat his very hairy ass crack which is spread wide by him kneeling there.  I tongue drill his hole.  It flowers open as he begins moaning in time to my tongue thrusts.  I add lube to the spit covering my cock.  I stand up and slowly slide in.  I stop about halfway and let him adjust to the stretch.  His hole tightens for a moment and then relaxes.  I ease the rest of the way in.  He pants—and I begin to fuck.  Long and leisurely strokes.

“Damn, that feels good,” he groans. 

I continue at this speed for a bit, before picking up the tempo.  Soon my hips are slapping full strength into his full and hairy butt cheeks.  I pull out.  I don’t remember if he does ATM or not.  But he swivels his head around, expecting me to bring it to him.  I do and he licks my cock clean of all his ass juices.

I go back and fuck him one more time.

I know his knees are not the best—and though the padded bench seems to be working for him, I suggest the sling, so he can get on his back.  He jumps in.  Literally as the sling is set high for my long legs.  He reclines and I get his ankles in the stirrups.  I kneel and rim his well fucked hole.  It is just showing the slightest signs of gaping.  I want to make that happen.

I stand up and fuck.  Hard.  The sling rocks and Kieran moans out his pleasure.  I stop and pull out abruptly tasting my handiwork.  I rim—and then fuck him again.

I go back to exploring his open pucker with my tongue.  Again, he groans and tell me I can do anything to him.  I grab the medium sized black butt plug.  I lube it up and push it into his well-used manhole.  He is surprised—but loves the stretch.  I beat the on base of the toy.  His hole ass spasms.  I work out the toy and replace it with my dick once again, fucking him hard and fast…

*

We take a break from all the fucking.  Kieran is by nature more of a cocksucker.  And such a good one.  We stretch out on the bed and in moments, he has moved around so he can suck my cock.  He is doing repeated deep throating of me.  The angle is not quite as good as before, so I suggest he lick my balls again.  He does—and I jerk my dick without really thinking about it. 

Eventually his tongue works up my shaft again.   He swallows me down.  We’ve found the right angle again.  He takes me down repeatedly.  Often choking himself.  He coats my cock with his deep throat spittle and then cleans it all up.  Again and again.

I suddenly feel my balls pull up.  I can’t quite believe I’m going to shoot in his mouth and not his ass.  But I am so close, I just go with it.  I groan—and he instantly senses what is happening.  He takes just the head in his mouth and his thick fingers wrap around the rest of the shaft.  His hand barely moves—but the pressure is great.  His tongue is relentless in it’s moving over my cock head and into my piss slit.

“Fuck!”

I am still surprised—even at the moment when I start spurting into his mouth.  Blast after blast, his tongue swirls it away, swallowing my seed.   I will myself to just him drain me, no matter how super sensitive I get.

I can’t seem to stop spurting, but of course I do.  He finishes the clean-up, pulls off my dick and grins.

“That was better than at the bookstore!”

I smile. 

And he’s in great time to get home before the wife…

The original post is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Mouth and Ass...and Mouth (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   August 27, 2023