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I was out of town for this experience too. I was in another city just to visit a friend but the visit was over and I was in my car headed home when a fit 20 years younger than me otter (with abs) messages me on Grindr. This kind of event was just about as rare as the then president telling the truth, so I pulled over and parked and quickly messagedback. I get my second shock when he tells me that he wants to get high and roleplay father/son with me. That's a no brainer I thought. Of course! We plan to get a hotel room, so I turn back around and meet him there. He was going to be my son on the high school travelling baseball team and his team had just won the tournament they were playing. It was late, so we got a room for the night. We're chatting, getting ready for bed and my son asks if we could do something new like smoke a bowl and get high together? I've always been pretty conservative and had never done anything like that before. I really had no desire to, or did I think it was appropriate for an adult to do with his kid. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but the next thing I know, my teenage son has me blowing clouds out of this weird looking water pipe thing. And go figure, it doesn't take long for me to realize that I liked it! lol I'm feeling new energy and starting to get warm when suddenly my son starts to kiss me. And take all our clothes off. He says we're gonna do some nekkid stuff too. It didn't take long for me to know that I liked this nekkid stuff too! He even blew one of those cloud thingies straight on my cock, if that don't beat all! And my teen boy did that just before he stuck his teen cock right in the old man's back door. Course we didn't have to worry about no rubbers or nothin'. Not like I was gonna get pregnant. lol Anyway, after we had played everything out, high from both drugs and what we did, it was nice to cuddle on the bed with clouds casually blowing by, stretching out this moment before you cant feel it it's stretched so thin. This sexy fine fit and freaky otter says to me: "By the way, I also have a twin brother." Wha?! 😃😃😃 "But he's straight" 😭😭😭 "But we still mess around with each other some times" 😈😈😈

My Playroom—March, 2023 Rock chatted with me on the fisting site. He lived far enough away, that I honestly thought it was chat—and that we’d never meet. I was wrong. He liked all that I had to offer: a big dick, patience with fist and a love of watersports. We quickly found a date that worked for both of us. On the appointed day, he was very conscientious about sending me the text I always ask for—which helps weed out flakes and helps me time the final set up of the playspace. Right on time, Rock was at the front door. He is tall—taller than me, so likely 6’4”. He is thickly built, with dark blond hair. He’s in his mid-20’s, but has a lot of sexual experience under his belt. He also has a slightly goofy smile that makes him incredible charming. And hot. He comes in. He is sure of his clean out—so we head right down to the playroom. I show him where to stow his clothes and go back up to get rid of mine. I add the jock that I’m wearing to get dirty for an admirer and my boots. I go back down—carrying the coconut oil. Rock is waiting for me, naked, on his knees at the base of the sling. I had given him no instruction about it—he just knew his place… I step forward, my covered mound of cock flesh rubbing against his face. He groans as he begins to mouth the fabric. He’s really hungry—and I want to feed him. My cock hardens. I release it from the jock and it stretches towards his mouth. He takes about half my length in one gulp. His mouth is hot, wet and experienced. He gives really great head. I pull out and bring that active tongue to my balls. Instinctively, he knows to lick, not to try to suck them into his mouth. Eventually, I lift them by pulling up on my dick, so he can bury his handsome face just below, them—where cock ring and balls meet. It’s my turn to groan. “I need to eat your hole. Get up on the bench.” Rock does as he’s told. I kneel and my tongue pushes into his young pucker. He groans and I hear poppers uncapped and inhaled. I lick and prod. He opens easily as the rush of fumes relaxes him even more. I lube myself as I rim—and in moments, stand to fuck him for the first time. He grunts as I slide in. All of me. In one long forward movement. “You have even more cock than your pictures show,” he pants. I just hold until I feel his muscles relax. I begin the fuck. Slow and easy. “Fuck me, Sir.” He looks up into the mirror and sees me fucking. “Can I call you Sir?” I nod—and pick up the tempo of the fuck. Faster. Harder. Making Rock pant. I pull out. “You want to taste your ass?” “Yes, Sir. Love it. Makes me feel really slutty.” I bring it to his face, while he’s still on the bench. He licks his ass jizz off me—moaning in the back of his throat as he does it. I go back to fuck. I stay in him a little longer and repeat the ATM process afterwards. This time, I tell him to clean my balls, too, as his hole is super wet now. He savors each one. I go back to his upturned ass. I slap his slightly gaped hole with my cock. Piss spurts out, cascading down his moderately hairy ass crack. I kneel and lick it up, pushing some of the pale piss into his hole. I fuck him again. This time the cleaning of my cock and balls gives him his first taste of my clear piss. I pull out the egg-headed dildo. My cock has opened him, so it goes in with the merest hint of resistance. I pull it down and slide my cock in with it. He takes a hit as he realizes just how full he feels. I repeat it again—this time with my cock under the toy. “Clean my cock over here.” I toss the mat from the rimseat on the floor next to the bed. I sit on the edge of the bed, my legs splayed, my wet cock bouncing. He scrambles off the bench and kneels on the mat. He licks every millimeter of my cock and balls. When his mouth is on my nuts, I will myself to piss. I create a piss fountain that runs down my cock and unto my balls, where Rock can let it play on his tongue. He groans out his appreciation. I lean forward and bring his head up from my crotch. I kiss him, wanting to taste everything he is tasting. It lasts for a long moment, as our tongues wetly explore, then I push his head back down again to my drooling cock… * As I’m adjusting the stirrups of the sling for his height, Rock says “I love how you fuck—and I love your piss. If you want to skip the fisting, I am fine with just what we’ve been doing.” I agree with him—I can’t keep my mouth out of his hole and I’d rather not have the industrial strength lube in my guts. I fuck him for the first time on his back. I watch the pleasure I am giving him wash across his expressive face. I piss on his hole here. I lick it up and bring some up to his mouth. He gargles with it and doesn’t swallow, but lets it all flow out over his chin and chest. I go back and lick it off him. I crank him open with the speculum. I don’t think he’s had one in him before. I finger his prostate. And fuck with the device in place. I pull out and send a splash of piss into his open hole. Rock groans—and fuck the piss deep into his manhole. Now I want to really eat his ass. I set up the rimseat and lie down. This is a first for him. He sits gingerly on my face. My tongue slides deeply into his spread hole. He gasps. I mumble for him to hit his poppers. He does and proceeds to babble as I lick his fucked-up-and-pissed-out hole. My cock is achingly erect as I lick and spit on his puffy ass lips. Finally, I touch his thighs—telling him to get up. “I want to drink my piss from your ass.” “Fuck, Sir. Please.” I have him lean on the fuck bench for the filling. I fuck him for a moment, then stop—keeping my cock deep inside him. I take a swig from my water bottle and piss begins to flow from my cock. It fills his ass, bathing my cock in my hot juices. When I run dry, I pull out and lie back in place under the seat. I borrow his poppers and take a deep hit. They hit just as he settles down above me. My tongue finds his puffy ass lips. I probe deep. Nothing but a single drop of piss. I do it again. I hear Rock groan and he releases it all. A piss cascade. A slightly yellow waterfall is forced down my throat. He is moaning loudly as he feels it all leave his body. I had no idea I gave him quite so much—but all I can do is keep swallowing. He slowly goes to just a dribble, leaking from his ass. My tongue works into him—and he really is empty now. My cock is drooling—and Rock even mentions how hard I am. I get him to stand. “In the sling. I want to see your face as I breed you.” I am on a mission—I need to shoot in that hot ass. I want him to have my DNA. And now! He gets in, his legs on chains, not taking the time for stirrups. I sink into him. I fuck. Hard. Rock, who has quite a big cock, erects as I fuck. He knows what’s coming. I do one last rim—and I’m there. I stand up and get my dick up his slick hole just in time. I pump spurt after spurt into him. I grab the top of the frame and just hang there—letting my cock marinate in his asscunt. “Fuck, Sir. I swear I could feel it…” I let go and go to my knees. I lick up the escaping cum. I keep it in my mouth. I stand up, lean across his chest and snowball our mixed juices into his hungry mouth… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Filling Up Rock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 10, 203