My Playroom—September, 2023

Kieran sent me a text.  He wanted to suck my cock.  And get pounded.  He is the bearded married man I met at the bookstore—and who has had two sessions in the playroom.   Those had given him just what he needed and he wanted more. 

He had actually been asking to come over once a week since the last time.  For a variety of reasons, I couldn’t say yes to all the requests, but I did now, in the middle of September.  I knew I was going into a work gig, so this would be a good way to empty those blue balls from the trip to the bookstore I detailed in the last post…

I am naked but for my yellow jock and boots.  (Yes, this jock is actually dyed yellow, not one that I have turned yellow.)  I am watching Kieran get out of his clothes.  Now fully naked but for socks, this hairy bear comes over to the bed.  He sits and leans into my crotch.  He inhales deeply and his fingers pull the fabric away from my hardening dick.  He takes my semi hard cock to the root, his full beard brushing against my balls.  I harden up in his mouth.  To the point it actually hurts.  I pull away and stand up, giving him a better angle to use his considerable oral talents.

Kieran sits up and once again he takes my fully erect dick to the root.  He doesn’t choke—but when he pulls off me there are stings of deep throat spit.  His fingers catch them and he twirls them around my shaft before taking me into his mouth again.  All the way down—and this time when he pulls off me, he keeps my cockhead in his mouth.  His tongue is busy in my piss slit.  I can feel my precum ooze onto his tongue.

I close my eyes and just let him go to work on my cock and balls.  And he does—getting them dripping wet and ready for more.  When I finally open my eyes, I see his thick cock head is juicing from what he has been doing to me.  I lean down and lick him clean and then spend a few moments sucking his cock.  But I want to lick his ass—and I tell him so.

Without being told, he goes to the bench.  His full, hairy ass is right there for me—I kneel and begin to lick it.  He groans.  He turns his head slightly so he can watch me in the mirror as I stoke myself and eat him out. 

“Fuck me with that big dick,” he groans.

I ignore him and keep eating his hole.  It’s so good to be in an ass after all the cock from the bookstore.  I don’t want to rush it—I want to savor the opening of his tight pucker and all the hair becoming matted and wet.  I keep going.  And going.

I stand up.  I am now rampant, not just hard.  My cockhead pushes against his spit covered hole.  He takes a breath and I slide in.

“Yes...” he hisses.  “Fuck…”

I take him at his word.  Slow and languid.  Getting him used to my length once again.

“I really need this,” he grunts out.

“So do I.” 

I pick up the pace.  His eyes go to the mirror in front of him.  He lifts his head slightly so he can see my thin frame standing behind him, drilling into his ass.  He can’t see my cock with this mirror, but he can sure feel it.  He is moaning constantly as the thrusts get more and more intense. 

I stop.  Suddenly.  I pull out and bring my dick to his mouth.  This married man is a pig.  He loves ass to mouth.  He cleans me thoroughly. And asks for more after the next fuck round.

I fuck.  I let him clean me.  Twice more.  Then I fuck him, pull out and lie on the bed.

“Clean me up here—between my legs.”

He crawls into place.  He savors taking my cock, slimy with his ass jizz, deep into his throat.  He cleans me of every drop—jerking himself as he does it.

“Let’s go to the sling.”

He is getting the hang of getting into it now, with much more ease than before.  I get his legs in the stirrups—and begin eating his ass again.  I hear him moan—and stroke his cock some more.  I stand up and begin to fuck.  His eyes go to the mirror.  Today the sight of me seems to be driving him crazy.  He jerks harder as he watches my cock plow into him.

I slow the fuck and pull out.  I want to taste his juicy ass once more.  I rim him.  My tongue reaching as deeply into him as I can get.  I stand up and slide into the slippery hole.  I begin a blistering fuck.  His hand on his cock matches my stroke…

“Fuck!”

And he is shooting.  All over his hairy chest.  I mop some of his jizz up with my hand and taste it.  My fingers find more and slime it onto my prick.  I fuck it into him.  Telling him just where his cum is going.  His eyes are shut tightly.  And I can see it on his face before he says it…

“I don’t think I can take any more…after I shoot.”

I pull out.  He becomes all apologetic.  I tell him I take it as a compliment. 

And a part of me does…but it has just made my blue balls ache more.

Kieran dresses and leaves, choosing not to shower, taking the smell of our sex home with him.

I go to the freezer, find the current devil’s dick, and jerk out a massive load into the condom lined shot glass.

At least my load will be put to good use…

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Kieran Asks for More (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 4, 2023