My Playroom—November, 2023

I came home from the house party entirely sated, truly drained dry.  I had done so much with so many.   It was the middle of the next week before I felt like sex again.  I thought something completely different would be a good change of pace.  Kieran, the married man who can slip away midweek, was eager to suck my dick.  His mouth is so good and that seemed like the change of pace I needed after all the fucking I did in Chicago.

He arrived right at 1:00pm.  Kieran likes to play early and get home before the wife arrives back at the house.  He went right downstairs and stripped off.  He’s a bear—with a great hairy chest.  The wild beard had been trimmed into submission—but it will still feel good on my balls.  I have not bothered to get dressed after my shower this morning.  I am naked but for my clean(ish) jock, boots and wristband the moment I take off my robe…

“Let me get that big cock wet.”

He sits on the bed.  I move in, my cock swelling under the jock pouch.  He breaths deep—and almost immediately gets to the main course by pulling back the fabric.  My cock all but slaps him in the face.  He grabs it and takes it deep into his mouth.  I love how he sucks cock.  Great suction.  A roving tongue.  At total ease with deep throating my full length—and only choking on it when he wants to do it. 

My balls are being massaged by the beard right now—but soon it is his tongue.  He leaves them wet and dripping, going back to licking my piss slit.

Suddenly, he pulls off me, holding the base of my cock in his hand.  “Fuck me?”

I inwardly sigh.  I was kind of hoping not to go there, after the failure of his last clean out attempt.  Cleaning for his favorite toy and for my dick (and then back to tongue) is a very different thing…

He moves to the bench and gets into position.  I eat his ass.  For a long time.  My cock is more eager to fuck than my brain.  I grease my dick up as I lick the valley between the two full butt cheeks and then drill into the hole.

I stand and work myself in.  I make a conscious effort not to do too deep.  I fuck him.  “So full,” he groans, though only three quarters of my cock is in him.  I pull out.  He’s clean.  I relax and make him do some ATM.  Kieran loves this—it makes him feel ‘dirty’ and ‘used’ as he told me after our first session. ‘Like those sluts in porn…’

I bring my cock back to his ass.  I glide in easily.  And I forget—I give him every inch.  I fuck for a bit—and pull out.  Things seem fine.  I towel down my dick to make sure. 

I go back to the bed.  I really want to get off in his mouth today.  I spread my legs and he crawls between them.  He spends a long time sucking my cock and licking my balls.  Twice I think I am close enough to shoot, but can’t quite get over the hump to do it.

At his eager suggestion, we move to the sling.  I hang a chain from the cross piece above, giving him something else to hold onto.  I kind of like that fact that the sling still feels so foreign to him.  He rolls back and I get his ankles into the stirrups. 

I kneel to rim.  It’s not happening. Something smells off.  Instead, I use the eggheaded toy on him.  He takes it with much panting, his eyes glued to the mirror above.  It comes out clean—so my dick goes into him.  I fuck, not too deeply. 

Then it’s the toy again.  On a whim, I add my dick with it and he takes it easily.

I fuck without it.

I use the butt plug.  He loves when it’s fully inserted and I pound the heel of my hand on the base.

I fuck him again—but I still don’t want my face fully down there.

Now I pull out some graduated balls that are not connected with string, but made into a firm latex toy between the every increasingly sized orbs.  He takes it.  I don’t go deep.

“Fuck me with that thing.”

I do.  In and out.  I stand.  I add my cock to this toy, too.  Something I have never done before.  With anyone.  I like the feel of the smooth balls under my cock. 

I fuck him again.  I sense his hole is wearing out and I don’t want it to go bad.  I try to cum.  But my trigger is always eating that fucked hole.  Suddenly, I grunt and pound into him.  I know my ‘I’m cumming’ moves quite well.  Yeah, I fake the orgasm.  Looking in the mirror, my face contorts beautifully.  I would have believe it, too.

Kim has no interest in getting off himself.  “I’ll do that once I get home—and I’m not so stretched out.

He showers—and takes off…

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I am not sure how to progress with Kieran.  He had no interest in doing another rinse the first time this happened.  This time, there was no actual mess, but it still changed everything about our session.

The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Kieran's Mouth...and Ass (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   November 28, 203