My Playroom—September, 2023

 

It was a given that GaryM, after our first hot session, would return to the playroom.  I think both of us were surprised that it happened quite so fast after the first.  But we were both horned and eager to try more.  We chatted a little by email about what direction we would like to take things.  Many fetish ideas were discussed, but I couldn’t get out of my head how I really wanted to wet his hole with piss before a long rim session…

 

GaryM arrives.  The nervousness he felt last time is now under control.  He is eager to get downstairs—and I am fine with that, as I have been tanking up for his arrival.  He strips down and kneels on the hard concrete floor, the eagerness to get to get my cock in his mouth overriding the comfort of the padded floor just a few inches away.  He inhales, his nose pressed against my jock pouch.  I have gotten the very used jock out of its baggie, still smelling mostly of Keshawn.  I hadn’t gotten it in the mail yet, so a wet session with GaryM will be a bonus for my Jockstrap Bud.

GaryM sighs—and then groans as I tell him that the jock pouch had been pushed up Keshawn’s cummy ass.  He tongues it, making it wet and even more fragrant.  My cock is now poking out the side.  I pull away slightly, and guide the head of my prick into his mouth.  He takes me hungrily, tonguing my dripping piss slit.  He stays there a long time before swallowing down most of shaft.  He chokes slightly and pulls back before taking my entire length on the next try.

I let him set his own pace with the cocksucking.  He’s really good and I just close my eyes and let him go to town.  I remember my full bladder.  I have to concentrate, but I spurt out a splash of piss.  GaryM’s groan of surprise (and lust) is music to my ears.  He stops the deep throat action and licks my entire shaft to clean it up.

“Get up on the bench.”  He gets up and assumes the position.  In the mirror to the side of the bench, he watches me kneel and begin to rim his hole.  My tongue loves the fact that this ass lips are already slightly swollen.  I suck on them for a long time before I stand up and piss on them.  GaryM groans and I get back on my knees and clean up his dripping mancunt.  I stand up and rub my cockhead on his hole.  His ass is so ready for the invader.  I push in.  The head pops through his sphincter.  I try to pause, but I feel drawn in.  In seconds, the entire shaft of my cock is inside him.  GaryM begins to squeeze, milking my cock, before I even begin the fuck.

I start a slow, languid, in and out.  GaryM moans softly.  “Fuck me…”

I build the tempo up.  Faster than I mean to—I can’t help it.  I am slamming into him.  Over and over, breathing a little hard.  And, abruptly, I pull out and piss all over his ass crack.  The moment the stream lets up, I go to my knees and slurp it up.  Noisily.  I stand and rub my cock up and down the still wet crack.  I take it to his mouth.  He groans again and begins tasting his juices and my piss smeared all over my cock. 

“Get my balls too, they’re covered.”

He happily obliges before I go back and fuck him again and again…

*

We move to the sling.  But I’m in it, not him.  I really want him to rim me every bit as much as I know he wants to do it.  I keep my legs up on the chains and watch him kneel, loving the hunger in his eyes.  He starts slowly, with light licks on my balls, and then trails down to my hole.  He burrows in—and I uncap the poppers I use only for moments like this.  His tongue suddenly feels like it is everywhere.  I am floating above the sling and letting him do what he seemingly loves best— to bury his tongue in man’s ass.

I have encouraged him to piss on my crack, but that doesn’t happen this time.  But neither of us care, he drills into me one moment, before going back to the gentlest tonguing of me. 

“Let me taste my ass on your tongue.”

He obediently stands up, leans across me and lets me savor my own flavor in a long, sloppy kiss.  He kneels again and burrows into me.  I stop stroking and concentrate on trying to piss.  And I can—spurting up in the air like a fountain before it rains down on my cock and balls and sluices down my hairy ass crack to GaryM’s eager tongue.  He collects it all, swallowing it down.  Does he bring some of my piss to my mouth?  Perhaps.  I am so lost in the moment (and the poppers) I cannot recall…

*

Eventually we change places.  I give him a long ‘thank you’ rimming before a lot of fucking.  I try to keep it slow, but my hips take over.  I end up giving him a fast and furious fuck.

But our minds are on our tongues and the other’s ass.  I pull out the rimseat.  He goes under it first.  I sit and let the seat open my hole a little more for him.  He licks and spits and drills into me, doing all the things I have done to countless men.

I stand up.  He is surprised, I think.  I hadn’t sat there for very long at all.  I grab the extra mug I have brought down for water.  I piss in it.  I lean into the sling and pour it down my ass crack.  I bring the dripping ass to his mouth.  GaryM pigs out.  He can’t get enough.  His tongue is everywhere, catching every drop of piss he can find.

We reverse.  He sits on my face.  I can now get even deeper into his well-fucked hole.  His juices make my cock as hard as it’s ever been.  I am constantly jerking and working my precum over my shaft.  GaryM suggests he ride me for a moment.  He gets up and settles down on my cock.  It’s slightly awkward, but the reward of his freshly fucked ass on my tongue is worth it.  I savor all the ass slime dripping out of him.

We take a break.

But my cock wants more ass.  We go to the sling.  The moment I get his feet in the stirrups, I slip into his hole.  I fuck him hard.  I fuck him slow.  And, just as I am about to speed up again, I realize that I can piss.  I slow down.  I stop.  My cock head swells…

“Can you feel it?”

He can’t for a moment—and then the unmistakable warmth fills his ass channel.

“Fuck…” he croons.

I am giving him my entire bladder.  I always try to do just spurts when I’m in the playroom, as keeping some in reserve lets me piss more often in the scene.  But not now.  I just empty myself into him.  All of it.  His ass, hot before, is now even hotter.  I begin fucking, churning my piss deep in his guts.

“You want to feed it to me?”

Of course he does.  We go back to the rimseat.  I lie down and he sits on my face.  My tongue pokes into him.  I get the tiniest dribble.  I keep doing it, knowing that the deluge will come with a little more prodding.  But no.  GaryM is not giving it back to me.  But the idea of getting an avalanche of piss in my mouth any moment is making my cock work overtime. 

I know I need to breed.  I tap him on his thighs and tell him to stand.  We get him into the sling.  I actually rim a little more, as I stroke my cock.  I am so damn close to shooting.  I stand up and slide into his ass.  I can feel the piss he is retaining and fuck into it.

And I am there.  I fire round after round into his ass.  My cum mixing in with my piss…

*

I am told that he got home (2+ hours of driving) without leaking a drop.  He couldn’t wait to masturbate as his cock had not cooperated at my house.  His climax came fast which caused him to unleash all the hidden juices in his ass…

I am proud to say that he told me he tasted the heady mix of piss, ass jizz and cum…and loved it!

 

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Pissing of GaryM (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  October 10, 2023

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And there's more....My next post:  How Do You Forget a Devil's Dick?

 

Sitting in My Out of State Motel Room—October, 2023

 

About three hours after I sat down and rather quickly wrote up the last post, I literally dropped the pen I was using at this new work gig.  I realized I had not mentioned one of the highlights of the play with GaryM.  I was more than a little dumbfounded that I could forget it.

I make a lot of notes after bookstore or group play: types of men, what I did, the usual where, what and who.  I don’t take as many notes after a playroom session.  It is more controlled.  There is usually just one person.  I may make a note of what toys came out or that I have a picture or six on my phone.  With GaryM, I was so sated (and tired in the best possible way!!) after our wet session, I made no notes at all.  After all, I am now recording things that happened just three weeks ago—why would I need any aides in remembering?

I guess it doesn’t matter why I forgot, but it does, perhaps matter what it was that I forgot.  During the sling fuck, I excused myself and went upstairs to the freezer.  I brought down the devil’s dick I had been working on over the last two weeks. (And mentioned in a couple of posts.)  I slipped the condom with about seven frozen loads out of the shot glass.  GaryM was eager for that very cold nugget of cum to be in his ass—and perhaps slightly apprehensive.   I will let him describe it—from an email of his, wondering why I hadn’t included it:

“Once again you most definitely caught the essence of our playdate. I hope your readers understand how the addition of piss to the play can really bring out the animal in each of us as it did for me. Another level of intensity.

But I couldn't believe you neglected to mention the devil's dick. Was there a reason or did it just slip your mind?

I just know when you shoved that ice cold cum into that furnace I call my hole, it was mind blowing. How quickly it melted and how very different your cock felt as you fucked me in that silky cum. That and the total mind fuck of knowing it was several loads of cum. Then you added your piss and I truly lost my mind in all the sensations. My only regret was that I couldn't feed it all back to you under that rim seat. When that floodgate finally opened later that day and I saw all that cum, piss and ass slime I only wish we could have shared it. You would have loved it.”

 

And it really was great to fuck in my melting cum.  It’s fantastic to fuck in anyone’s cum you may find in hot hole, but to feel the drip of the melting semen, returning to its viscid state, is mind blowing.  And this one still tasted like cum—no freezer burn!  I shared it off my dick for GaryM to lap up—and of course I sampled some as I rimmed him.

I added the piss up his ass deliberately to make sure that I would be drinking it as he sat on the rimseat, but his ass was not about to let the heady mixture go.  I actually am rather happy he took it all home and had fun with it when he finally was able to get himself off.

I apologize to my readers and GaryM—I wish that it had been written up in its proper place.   Maybe I will edit it into the post…or maybe I will leave it as it stands to remind me to take more notes…

 

The post is here, with pictures:  From My Side of the Sling: How Do You Forget a Devil's Dick? (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   October 12, 2023