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My Playroom—May, 2103

He must have given me a name somewhere along the line—but after instant messaging for days on end and finally arranging a date for the middle of the month— by the time he arrived at my door, I no longer knew it. I watched him get out of his car. He looked exactly like the man you’d take home to your parents: tallish, good looking, gym-fit, dark hair, obviously successful with the car he was parking in front of my house.

As I answered the door, I ran through his last email to me. “I will be there right at 2pm so I can get home B4 my BF gets home from work,” he’d typed. “Use me hard, BB only. Do whatever you want to me.” I got him up to the playroom, told him to strip and went downstairs to put on my boots and jock. Once I was ready and I opened the door, he was right where I wanted him—astride the new fuckbench.

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I stand in the door just looking at that ass. It’s a thing of beauty. It’s so white, beautifully shaped with just the right amount of hair down the crack. I kneel behind him. The only sound in the room are some moans coming from the porn playing on my laptop and his deep breathing as he waits for me to touch him. So I don’t. I just look at his ass. His breathing becomes more rapid. I slowly lean in. My beard brushes his perineum. My tongue hits his hole.

He whimpers. “Oh, thank you.” He grunts as I push deeper. “Yes.” He pushes back onto my face. “Use my ass.”

I’m stroking my cock as I’m eating him out. His hole is responding to my tongue’s insistent probing by becoming more pliant. I stand up and start to insert my cock. I stop to take a picture.

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And another.

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As I push forward he squeezes down on me, milking my cock. It’s my turn to grunt. I am balls deep. I listen to his heavy breathing for a moment, and then begin a long, slow pull out. When I see the flare of my cock head, I shove it back in. Deep. He grunts a low, rumbling sound of pleasure.

I fuck him as hard as I can. I love the view of him below me, clutching the handles of the fuckbench. He is bucking back on almost every stroke—showing me he can take the hammering I’m giving him.

I stop. I pull out and taste his hole. It’s sweet with lube and pre-cum.

“Let’s get you in the sling.”

I enter him hard this time. One long stroke. He grunts. I pound his ass again--just as hard, reveling in how flipping him onto his back gives us both whole new sensations.

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