Moving To The Burbs

Part 3

The Play Room

Sunday morning I woke up and made breakfast.   I walked around the house with my cup of coffee, trying to figure out how to decorate it better than it was with my bachelor pad stuff.  It's not that I was looking to settle down with a husband and a dog or cat, but I wanted a more mature home to live in that still had that homo edge to it.  I spotted a few boxes in my living room and it reminded me I had to send thank you's to the people who had given me house warming gifts, some of which were still there, unopened.  The first one I unwrapped turned out to be a pride flag and the pole and mount were over in the corner in a long brown box.

Another box had a retro avocado colored crock pot that wouldn't match anything in my kitchen, but I still loved for it's quirkiness.  The next box had a collection of leather wrist and ankle straps and a few other nylon strap tie downs.  A heavy box had a gallon sized tub of lube and I wondered who was going to be giving me my first fist.  Both would add to the growing playroom toy box.  The last present had a set of BBQ tools that I could have used during the housewarming party.   

I tossed on my yard work clothes and headed out with the pink toolbox that my sister had given me as a gag gift one birthday and hoped I had the stuff to put the flag up.  A few people were out walking around, some pushing strollers, some solo and a few couples.   All said "Hi" and one straight looking couple complimented me on the flag.  Once it was up, I looked around the block and noticed that I wasn't the only one with a pride flag on display.

Just as I was putting stuff away, one guy walked up to me.  "Hi, I'm Cal.  Welcome to the neighborhood!"  Cal was a tall guy with a bit of a gut on his thin body, about ten years older than me with a long beard that hung down at least six inches off his chin.  A baseball cap covered his buzzed brown hair.

"Hey, Cal.  Thanks!  I'm Kevin" I replied.  

"Uh... I was given some stuff from Jeff and Rich's playroom to store.  I have no idea if you're interested in any of the things, but I was supposed to offer them to the new owner before anyone else.   We had a lot of fun down there.  Learned a lot too" Cal said.

I chuckled and wondered what kinds of things that he had been taught.  "Uh, sure.   It sounds like they used to have some wild parties down there" I replied.

"Just one requirement, though...  You need to keep the tradition alive and invite people over to play.  Jeff and Rich did it monthly, but a few times a year should be good" he said.

I nodded and told him "I don't think that would be problem" and I saw him smile.

"I'll be over in about an hour, get those muscles warmed up... some of that shit is heavy" Cal said and took off.  Sure enough, an hour later a pickup was backing into my driveway.   It was obvious that he knew the steps to the basement were close to the back door.   We pulled the St. Andrews cross out first and took it down into the basement.   I was tempted to just leave things at the bottom of the stairs rather than take them into the playroom, but Cal didn't seem to be stopping when we got to the bottom of the steps and soon we had the cross all the way into the playroom. 

"There's some anchors in the floor and wall where this attaches right about here.  It's fucking solid when you get it bolted down" he said, looking around.  He had a huge smile on his face and I wasn't sure if he was re-living some of the sessions he'd had down there or if he saw the sling and knew I had already broken the space in.  

"Looks like you're already feelin' at home here.  You use it yet?"  he asked.  I chuckled to myself since I got my answer and didn't even need to ask. 

"It was a housewarming gift from a friend... and yeah, it got christened already" I replied, a little embarrassed but also turned on remembering spending a couple hours getting fucked in the sling.

"Sweet" he said as he walked back to get the next load.  The fuck bench was heavier than I expected and the padded platform wasn't light either.   The fuck pole wasn't too bad, it was just unwieldy.  The last of the furniture was a throne for Dom/sub play.  Three boxes of hardware and the legs for the platform were the last things to take down.   Cal showed me where everything mounted, including some heavy rings on the wall.   

I saw him grab his crotch and realized that he was getting aroused seeing the playroom get reassembled.  I'm not sure what came over me, but I walked closer and knelt down in front of him.  "Thanks for bringing this stuff over.  I'll be sure to let everyone know when I throw the inaugural party down here" I said, as I unbuckled the heavy leather belt and unzipped his well worn and torn jeans.  His cock was straining at the white briefs and the uncut six and a half inch dick had a strong smell.  

I took it in my mouth and let my tongue take over.  I pulled the foreskin back and lapped all around, tasting the sweat and piss that had accumulated over at least a day or two.  After giving it a tongue bath, I began to bob on the shaft, feeling it get fully stiff.  I guessed that if Cal was the caretaker of the equipment, he was probably also one that preferred being more dominant.  My hands were behind me once his jeans and underwear were down far enough for full access.  While I wasn't a sub, I did know what to do in this position courtesy of Manny's training.  

I pulled off and licked over his big, hairy balls before going back down on his shaft.  This time, his hands grabbed my head firmly and he began fucking my face.   His cock was easy to take to the root and he liked to hold me down with my face in his untamed bush.  "Yeah... suck that cock...  Troy and Drew were right... You are the perfect addition to the hood" he said after he started plowing my face on his shaft again.  My tongue and lips were doing their best and a few minutes later got rewarded with several shots of thick cum filling my mouth.  

It was a big load and I did have to gulp down a couple times to make sure none of it spilled out, but I left my mouth full for a moment as his body calmed down.  I swallowed the last of his seed before licking any remaining jizz off his dick.   A loud pop filled the room as I pulled off and looked up at Cal.  The grin behind the beard was big and he told me "Thanks, boy.  I needed that bad.  Wife's been way too fuckin busy and she ain't nowhere as good as you."

He zipped up and was walking back to his truck a few seconds later.  I went through the boxes and laid the stuff out that needed to be installed.   I was going to need some more tools and made a note of what I needed.  The home improvement store was getting visited more than the grocery store these days.   I found a folded sheet of paper that had a spreadsheet of most of my neighbors names on it.  There were columns for position filled in with T, V, or B.  A column for Lthr, Ds, Orientn, # and email filled out across the top.  I was surprised that several guys on the list had "str8" under the orientation column.  I assumed that they might be guys like Cal that would get blown by a guy when they needed to get off.