Osvaldo Takes Cock and Cum All Over the Bathhouse

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"You Should Be Up On that Screen..."

 Near Home—June, 2025

 

I had made plans to head to the bathhouse in northern Michigan for the third Saturday of June.  I knew I would be fucking almost all the night.  I decided to go to the bookstore the day before to satisfy my oral side.  I found it…

 

It’s crowded.  And with many men I don’t know.  My usual chair (my throne, as the Talker had christened it) was occupied.  I sat on the side wall.  I could still see both screens.   I take out my cock.  Across the way, the cross-dressing Latino is stroking a man I don’t recognize.  The guy whispers something to him and the Latino goes to his knees and sucks his cock.  This is brand new—he has never sucked anyone when I’ve been around.  I watch him take the load.  He all but runs to the restroom.  Well, baby steps…

I become aware of the man two chairs down from me on my right.  He is leaning forward, in lust with my dick.  He kneads his own cock mound still hidden by his jeans.  He rises and sits in the vacant chair next to me.  He watches me stroke.  He reaches out a tentative hand and replaces mine.  He sighs.

“You are so big.  You should be up on that screen,” his head nodding to the television mounted on the wall.

I smile. 

Emboldened, he leans over to suck me.  It’s not a great angle, but he makes it work.  He moans and takes about half my dick down his throat.  He can’t take more, but it still feels great.  Now, he moves to kneeling in front of me.  Much better, though he still can’t take me to the root.  He pulls off me.  “Come to my house, so we can get naked and do it right.”

I decline, nicely, I hope.

He sucks me again, as if this will change my mind.  He asks once more.  Then he tells me his address, so I can come by later if I want. He gets up and goes out the door.

He walks by a man who has moved his chair to being right by the restroom door.  I now recognize the seated guy as a bicurious young man that I have sucked to completion a number of times.  (I also gave him his first rimjob.) Where he is sitting is hugely problematic.  No one can kneel in front of him and not be in the way of men coming into the theatre or those using the restroom.  Maybe it’s a way to keep the men away.  But he is jerking furiously to the straight porn, showing his dick off to anyone in his sight line.

My usual seat becomes available.  I move over to it.  The cross-dressing Latino asks if I want to fuck.  I shrug.  I tell him I was surprised he sucked that guy. 

“I’ll suck you with a condom on.”

 I decline.  Then he admits the condom was a ploy for fucking him afterwards.   I tell him to check with me later.

My eye has been caught by a regular here.  He loves to strip naked and suck my cock and see where it will lead.  He’s a barrel-chested guy, with a once muscled body which is now much softer.  He has grey hair that is cropped short.  His cock juts out, angry and red as he starts towards me.  He kneels.  Any thought of a condom suck by the Latino vanishes as his wet tongue invades my piss slit.  He sucks me to the root.  Over and over.  He moves to my balls, licking them, drooling on them and then licking it back up.  He’s great. 

The man stands up, his cock bobbing right in front of me.  I lean forward and suck him.  He sighs.  He loves showing off for the room full of men.  He steadies himself by grabbing my shoulders and lets me take him deep into my throat.  He moans—and pulls out quickly.  He walks around to his chair.  He leans, arching his ass in my direction.  I wait a fraction of a second before I’m on my feet.  I sink to my knees and my face pushes into his ass crack.  My tongue finds his hole.  His ass lips are pronounced and engorged.  I lick them and all but chew on their puffiness.  I know this drives him crazy—and he groans loudly.

Rimming is rarely done in this room—except by me.  The other men jerking to the porn are now jerking to the two of us.  I groan myself as I feel his hole open, admitting more of my tongue.  I tongue fuck him for a long time.

“Fuck me, dude…” he whispers.

I keep eating him out for a long time after.  But I know I will slide into this hot, experienced ass.  I lube myself as I lick and spit into his hole.  Finally, I stand up and push in.  He groans.  “You’re always bigger than I remember….”

That makes me smile.  And to fuck him harder that much faster.   He takes it like a champ.  Finally, he twists around, pulling off me.  He smiles.  I go to wash up—not that I need to, but more to encourage other men to suck my cock.  When I come back to my seat, I am please to see the guy I’ve just fucked, giving head to one of our audience members.

I look over at the cute bicurious guy.  He keeps looking at me, but won’t move out of the bad traffic area.  A younger, thinner Latino who is notoriously picky in who he takes in his mouth, is all about the cute guy.  He wants him.  He tries to make a move.  He’s rebuffed.

My aging muscle guy comes to me, wanting to get off.  After I get the load, I look over at the Latino and the cute guy again.  Cute Guy has given in.  He’s letting the Latino suck him—and obstruct traffic.  My attention is called away as a cubby guy goes down on me.  I watch Cute Guy suddenly stand up, zip up and all but slam the entrance door.  I sigh.  And pay attention to the man working on my dick…

*

It's later, the crowd has thinned.  I am alone in the room with a guy on his phone, watching his own private porn.  I am ready to head home.  The door opens.  It’s Cute Guy.  He sits where I began the day, off to the side.  I go over.  I ask if he’d gotten off.  He shakes his head before telling me he wants my mouth.  He even says please. I take it as a huge compliment.  He unzips and pulls out his dick.  He totally soft now.  I kneel and take him into my mouth.  He begins to harden with the first flick of my tongue over his piss slit.  Soon he has plumped and his precum is running.  My busy tongue soon has him achingly erect.  It’s not a big dick.  Slightly bigger than average with a hint of a curve that makes it fit comfortably in my mouth.

“That feels so good,” he whispers. 

Nothing like a vote of confidence to make me work even harder.  I suck him to the root repeatedly.  His breathing really doesn’t change, but he tells me he is getting close.

The door opens.  A hot guy, likely just into his 40’s, comes in, right from work.  He is goodlooking and muscled under his white shirt and slacks.  He sits near us, watching avidly.  But he keeps his distance.  He unzips and begins to stroke.

Cute Guy shuts his eyes.  He concentrates.  Now his breathing changes.  He’s on the edge.  I concentrate all my efforts on his cock head. 

“Oh, yeah…!”  He begins to spurt, filling up my mouth.  I have to swallow fast.  The kid is a gusher.  He touches my head.  Not holding me there—but for connection.  It’s a really hot moment.

And gone the moment he’s spent.  He let’s me clean him up.  He zips up and is gone with a “Later!”

The hot guy stops jerking as I stand up.  “Jeez, you’re hung,” he says.  “Let me suck you.”

I nod and sit in my usual seat.  The guy steps out of his dress pants and ditches the white shirt on the chair, quickly followed by his Andrew Christian underwear.  Naked, but for socks he comes over and kneels in front of me.  I really want to give him my load and start for home and dinner.  He licks up and down my shaft before taking me into his mouth.  He’s good.  He licks my balls. 

“You gotta fuck me.”

I nod.  It will be easier to give him my load.  I stand up and he kneels in my chair.  I kneel and pull apart his hairy ass cheeks.  I drill into his hole—a man on a mission.  He moans.  “Fuck me, fuck me,” he says in a mindless litany.

I stand up, well-greased, as my tongue can tell it’s a tight hole.  I begin to work my head in.  He yelps and reaches back, grabbing my shaft.  I can’t move.  In or out.  He pants.  He moans.  He tells me I’m too big.

“Let go and let me try…”

He begins to whimper.  He won’t let go.  Finally, I step away and he has to let go.  He straightens up and turns, “I’m sorry.  That’s more than I’ve ever had.”

As he says that his hand goes to his still rigid cock.  He’s about to fire.

I go to my knees and take him into my mouth just in time…                                   

The Helpful Cock Sucker Finds Me Some Ass

 Jackson—June, 2025

The day after the last post was the second Saturday of the month.  That meant the gay men of west Michigan would gather at the bookstore/playspace to the east of me.  I aimed to arrive just after noon.  I wasn’t disappointed…

 

The lot is full.  I finally find room to park as someone else leaves.  I go in, pay my admission and enter the lounge.  Men are everywhere:  watching and jerking to the assorted big screens, playing in the curtained cabanas, being serviced off the slurp ramp or milling around in search of the next cock or mouth.  I find a chair to the front, where I can see five different screens.  A regular, who loves my mouth, nods to me, but he doesn’t stay—he’s in pursuit of someone new. 

The cocksucking couple from my usual haunt are here.  Shaved Head nods to me.  I pull out my dick, but he’s in pursuit of new meat—and I can’t blame him.  Instead, I am treated to a warm up blow job by his partner.  Shy One comes over, kneels and gives me really great head.  He loves sucking me—maybe it’s because he doesn’t do it every time we see each other.  He spends a long time on me, thanking me as he gets up and moves on.

I stay for a moment, but decide to push through the crowd to check out the medical exam table.  I get there, with my erection pointing straight ahead.  There are three men here.  One man leans against the exam table as the other blows him.  Sitting in the one chair in the room is the Voyeur.  He flogs his half hard cock as he watches the sucker go from a deep throat to licking the guy’s balls.  The Voyeur nods to me and I go to my knees to see if I can get him to stiffen up.  He does, slightly.  I finally have to stop.  The Voyeur leans down and tells me it’s fine—he’s already shot twice today.  He gets up and leaves.  I stay to watch the man across the room, who is sucking, get the load.

I move to the middle room.  There is an older gentleman here on one end of the sofa.  The overstuffed chair is free.  I sit there and stroke.  In moments, I have a cute cub on his knees and giving me head.  I sigh.  I am being blessed with men who have great oral technique today.  He happily sucks my cock and is just as turned on by my slightly sweaty balls.

A handsome guy stands watching us.  I recognize him.  He is the very married man who let me give him his first rimming.  I haven’t seen him since then, but here he is.  And hard.  He sticks his dick in my mouth as the cub keeps busy below.  I love this position—having someone on me as I suck a third. I happily do the same to the married man as I’m getting from the cub. 

It doesn’t last long.  Married Guy is now surrounded by three other men watching him get serviced.  He hates an audience.  He grumpily pulls out of my mouth and stomps away, expecting me to follow.  I get one of the spectators in my mouth instead.   The cub barely notices the man in my mouth has changed.  But he is getting tired—and soon takes a break.  Instantly, the guy in my mouth disappears after him.  I am once again alone with the older on the couch.

“You’re popular,” he says.  “I can see why…” He gestures towards my dripping dick.

“You have a great one yourself.”  And it’s true.  He does.  A good seven incher with a very pronounced helmet head.

He mumbles some sort of thank you.  I get up and kneel in front of him.  He’s surprised, but lets me do it.  I go down on him and in one smooth move go all the way to the base.  He gasps.  I begin working my tongue all over him.  In moments, I am swallowing his load.  He groans—and thanks me profusely.

I wander. 

I feed a guy my dick through the gloryhole.  He is the least experienced cocksucker I’ve had today.  But not bad. He slobbers happily on my cock.

I get some head in the same chair where I started.

I check to see if there is anyone looking to get fucked on the medical exam table.  There is a man there.  I have seen him here other times.  He is lying there blindfolded.  But he is positioned on the table so his ass is not available and his legs, with how he’s set the metal stirrups, get in the way, as well.  I wonder if he wants head—but his cock has all but disappeared into his belly fat.  I leave him alone…as has every man in the place…

I sit in the same overstuffed chair.  I have the room to myself for the moment.  The Married Guy finds me again.  He takes out his cock and offers it to me.  He is dripping cum.  “I just shot,” he tells me.  I keep sucking.  He’s taken his Viagra and it’s not going down.  The moment he is balls deep in my throat, a guy walks in.

“Dammit,” Married Guy fumes.  “Follow me.”  We make our way through the now slightly thinner crowd, our two hard cocks swinging.  He finds a free cabana.  “Suck my dick and see if you can get me off again.”

I do like a challenge.  I go to my knees and swallow him to the root.  He plumps some more, deep in my throat.  I pull off him to lick his piss slit.  It takes every trick I know, but in five minutes or so, I have him panting.  I love seeing the look of desire on his very handsome face.  In another few minutes, he is giving me his load.  Rich and creamy.  So copious I wonder if it really is his second one.  He declares himself done—and takes off.

I wander.  I sit in the chair in the back room.  The large man on the medical table has given up.  Men stop by, but no one is interested in me.  Not until a guy in his 50’s with a handsome face and a great head of hair, going grey at the temples, comes in.

“You need me on that dick.”

I nod.

He kneels.  He is every bit as good as Shy One.  I groan as he takes me effortlessly to the root.  I love his tongue work.  He spends a long time, unasked, on my balls.  He’s great.  But my cock can’t quite give up a load.

I tell him he’s good, but I often have a hard time cumming in a mouth.

“I know who you need.  Wait here.”  He leaves.  I don’t actually expect him to come back, but he does.   With a much younger guy.  He’s a dark blond and the jeans he’s wearing show off an amazing bubble butt.

“You should fuck him,” says my sucker.

“You want my cock?” I ask the younger guy.

He nods and unbuckles his belt.  He pulls off the jeans and tosses them on the floor.

“You want to suck it first,” I ask.

“Naw.  I’m just a bottom.  Fuck me as hard as you want.”  He bends over the exam table, jutting his hairless ass towards me.  The cock sucker goes around the side of the bench and holds him in place by spreading the young guy’s ass cheeks.  I kneel and begin rimming him.  He has the tiniest bit of hair around his pucker, but that’s it.  I get him good and wet.

“Feel good?” asks the sucker.

“Fuck, yeah,” says the bottom.  “He’s really opening me up for that big dick.”

I spit one last time and stand up.  My cock slaps the round globes of his ass.  I push into him.  His ass takes me effortlessly.  I love looking at his ass lips sucking my cock inside him.  I bottom out and wait.   He breathes.  The cocksucker feeds him poppers.

I begin to fuck.  Slow and deep.

“Give it to him!” breathes the cocksucker.

I pick up the pace.

“You want my load?” I ask.

“Fuck, yes!”  He’s breathing hard himself.

I build a little more.  And my cock goes off.  It just jettisons the cum I’ve been building up all afternoon.  But with no real feeling.  I churn it a little—and pull out.

The cocksucker is on me instantly.  He cleans my cock.  The young man starts to get up.  “Stay,” I bark out.  He does.  The cocksucker pulls off me, loving the taste of cum and ass jizz.  He sees my load beginning to ooze out of the bottom.  I kneel and lick up my cum.

“You pig…” whispers the cocksucker.

“Let me have a whiff of your poppers and I think I can shoot again.”

He gives them to me.  Instantly, I know I need to be inside this wet young man.  I stand and push in.  He groans.  The cocksucker pulls his cheeks apart.  I plow into him.  Two, ten, twelve strokes.  A few more and the orgasm begins.  I bellow out the feeling…and give the young man another load of cum deep in his ass…

A Lucky Friday the 13th

 Near Home—June, 2025

It was Friday the 13^th.  I had an anything but unlucky day at my usual bookstore.  Lots of men—and each generated a very different feel…

 

I sit in my usual chair.  The Talker has told me he likes to call it ‘my throne.’  I do have a great view of the porn and the whole room.  And anyone who cares to, can see my cock come out, harden and beckon the willing.  Almost instantly, an older man answers the siren call of my big dick.  He sits next to me.  I place him instantly; he is the gentleman who loves to run a finger over my piss slit and lick it clean of my copious precum.  He toys with me—and licks.  His soft hands feel great on my cock.  It is a relaxing moment.

Shaved Head comes from one of the three seats behind me.  I turn and see Shy One giving head to the Latino who never cleans out.  Shaved Head kneels in front of me.  He has been sucking me for a good two years now.  I have never given him a load.  He does it for the pleasure of having a big dick in his mouth.  It is, as always, a great buddy suck.  He continues until his knees wear out.

The older man next to me watches intently.  Does he wish that was him on his knees?  I can’t tell.  Suddenly he gets up and goes—just before Shaved Head finishes up.  He goes and waits by the door for Shy One to finish—a reversal of how it usually happens.  I hear the Latino moan…and figure they will be out the door in moments.  Shy One joins him, all smiles.  They go out as two new men come in.

One I vaguely recognize.  He is my age and still wears his hair in the long and shaggy fashion of his days in high school.  He sits one seat away from me.  The other man is also my age and his hair is also long and rather stringy.  He has a ballcap on to disguise the receding hairline.  He sits next to me.

He takes out his cock and strokes it hard with his left hand.  He reaches to his right, where the other newcomer is hard, too.  Ball Cap gives him a slow and leisurely hand job.  He suddenly lets go of his own dick and knocks my hand away from mine.  He strokes me.  His grip is tighter than I like, but not so tight I need to stop him.  He jerks us in unison.

Just as swiftly, after few moments, he stands up and goes quickly to the restroom.  Long Hair moves over into the vacated seat.  He nods to me and turns in his seat so he can use his right hand on my cock.  He strokes it just how I like it with a light grip and with varying speeds.  I even reach over and stroke him—something I rarely bother to do.

He suddenly stops and whispers: “Do you ever let yourself get sucked?”

If he only knew.   I nod.  He goes to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  It is very tentative, but not bad.  And he is incredibly needy.  He desperately wants to get me off.  He works hard.  I suggest he licks my balls.  He does.  Delicately.  Not really savoring the full flavor of them on his warm June day.  He goes back to my cock.  He works with renewed vigor, beating his own cock relentlessly as he sucks.

He stands up.  His knees needing to get off the hard floor.  His slightly thicker than average cock bounces in front of me.  I lean forward and take him in his mouth.  He is so surprised he gasps.  And in seconds, the cock that he flailed so hard goes off, giving me a thick load.  I swallow it all.  I think this surprises him, too.  He goes off to wash up and piss.

I stroke, using his very slippery spit on my cock.   I watch two very young men, off to the side, take turns on each other.  You can feel their lust for each other from across the room.

Near the young men is a guy in late 40’s.  He has taken out a thick dick to beat along with the young cocksuckers.  He nods to me.  I nod back.

The door opens.  Gym Built, the guy who loves to have his nuts crushed, comes in.  This is the day it really sinks in that he is showing up on Fridays hoping to find me here—as I know what to do to get him off.  He sits in the chair next to me.  Suddenly he stands and his walking shorts and boxer briefs fall around his ankles.  He strokes with one hand and pulls his nuts with the other. 

I go to the floor.  I suck his cock.  I pull on his ball sack.  I crush his hairy orbs between my two palms.  I have detailed my playing with him enough times to condense it here.  The vibe is intense concentration to get him off.  We both work hard at it.  It takes some time.  When I started, the guy in his 40’s was intrigued.  Now it’s taken so long, he’s found his own private porn on his phone.

A groan brings me back to Gym Built.  He’s on the edge.  The first spurt hits his navel.  The rest is swallowed by me.  I clean up his cock and find the stray jizz as he pants, coming down from the poppers.  He squeezes my shoulder by way of thanks—and takes off without a rinse or a piss.

I sit.  I hope, frankly, the big cocked guy in his 40’s will make the move.  I need a man on my cock right now.  He waves me over.  He has progressed from just having his cock out to now having his pants around his ankles.  I get up and go.  I stand in front of him, my cock right at his mouth level.  He ignores it.  “Suck me,” he hisses.

I am fine with that.  Once I have a load in my mouth, I always want more.  And I have swallowed two now.  I kneel.  His cock is thick.  The cock head has a slight upwards curve to it.  I have to really watch my teeth.  And this guy is demanding.  He removes my hand cradling his nuts. (Does he think I am going to do to him what I did to Gym Built?)  I swallow him down and instantly, before I can establish any kind of suck rhythm, he is fucking my face with upward thrusts.

He grabs my shoulders so I can’t move.  I just stay still and let him fuck my mouth.  My tongue, is of little use.  He let’s go of me with his right hand, keeping me in place with his left.  With just one hand he opens his poppers, takes a massive hit and seals them again.  If he was thrusting hard before, that was nothing.  The vapors make him pummel me—harder and deeper.  He grabs the back of my head and pushes me down so his cock is always in my throat.  Two or three more pumps and he is erupting.  I can’t taste anything, he is so deep.  As he lets go, and I slowly pull off him, I get one small drop of his sweet jizz on my tongue.  He all but pushes me away as he stands up, and pulls up his pants.

I sit in my chair to catch my breath.

The crowd has thinned.  Soon I am the only man here.

The door opens.  A young man, likely mid-thirties, comes in.  I have seen him before.  He is mixed race, thin, and handsome.  Once again, he sits where he can see me across the room.  I wait for him to take out his phone.  He does.  He checks it, turns it off and, to my surprise, gets up and walks over to me. 

“Suck you?” he whispers.

“Sure.”

His shorts drop to his ankles.  He has no underwear on.  The white A-shirt looks even whiter on his thin chest.  He kneels and begins taking me into his mouth.  I so want him to be good.  I want to give him my load.  But he’s eager, at best.  There is a moment of a tooth on my flared head.  Nothing consequential, but enough to make me wince.  He gets up, all apologetic, and sits next to me.

“I don’t do that much,” he whispers.

I nod.  I glance at his crotch.  His own cock has not hardened at all.  His dick looks tiny, covered with a very large foreskin.  The teacher in me comes out.  “Let me show you…”

I kneel. I carefully cover my teeth.  My tongue goes to work on him.  He gasps.  I pull off him.  His cock has grown from small to very average.  I lick his fragrant balls.  He groans and says something that sounds like a compliment in Spanish.  I go back to his cock.  It keeps growing.  It is now a hot, thick seven incher.  My tongue works the foreskin back.  His breathing becomes rapid.  His cock has grown more.  It is now at least as big as mine.  I pull off to admire it—and do his balls again.  This time, I work a wet finger along his ass crack and the seat until it finds his pucker.  I play around it. I don’t go in.

His breathing becomes ragged; he gasps for air.  I really want to hear him say “Fuck me!” but he doesn’t.  My finger keeps exploring as my mouth takes his now big dick deep into my throat.  As I pull off for air, he pants, “I’m…” and begins shooting.  It is the biggest load of the day.  Thick and creamy.  I clean him up.

He is thrilled—and a little embarrassed—as he pulls himself together.  I consider jerking myself off, but decide to save it.  Tomorrow is the group that meets at the other bookstore on the second Saturday of the month.   I am confident I can find someone there who will want it…

All But Three

 My Playroom—June, 2025

 

Evan, the man who visits from Chicago, had told me he was moving.  He wanted to make sure we had another round in the playroom before he left the Midwest.  I agreed. He arrived in the late afternoon on the first Saturday of the month.  We chatted as he had a vodka and lemon to relax from the drive in.  He told me he had already sold his house.  Everything was packed but his essentials, so he had brought no additional toys. He also told me he was now living in a rental in Chicagoland until late autumn.  This was both for retirement purposes and to let the workman finish his new home down south. He hinted that with this extension he might make it back for one more round of play in the early fall.

He went off to clean out and I made more tea for me.   I put the casserole in the oven on a very low temperature so it would be done once his ass was exhausted.  I went downstairs and turned on some fisting porn.  Evan arrived and dropped his robe.  Totally naked, he knelt in front of me…

 

Evan is my age, or maybe even a couple of years older.  He is in great shape for his age, still thin and lithe.  His mouth is eager, if not skilled.  I think he is just not used to my thickness.  But it makes me hard.  As soon as I am, I suggest he get on the fuck bench.  He clambers on to it, showing me his ass.  I kneel and dig in.  I want to get in some good rimming now, as it will soon be overflowing with lube.  I lick and spit.  He moans and the popper bottle opens for the first of countless times over the next hours.  He groans and tells me how good it feels.  He finds the mirror to the side that shows him just what I am doing.  He can’t stop watching me tongue fuck his hole.

I stand up.  My cock goes into him.  His ass instantly squeezes down on me in welcome.  He milks it as I slowly invade him with my full length.  My pubes are soon rubbing against his hairless ass cheeks.  I grind into him for a moment and then hold still.  He pants.  His ass relaxes—and I begin to fuck.  Slow and steady.  A welcome-to-the-playroom fuck.  He huffs.  I pick up the tempo.  His ass opens easily.  What was a lovely tight flesh sleeve on my cock is already needing more.

I pull out and grad the ubiquitous eggheaded dildo.  I grease it up with the K-lube he has brought.  It slides home in one easy glide.  I add my dick, which loves the thin ribbed shaft.  My cockhead slaps onto the full, thick egghead.  He sighs.  I moan a little.  I love this toy.  It instantly makes his hole feel as tight as the first moment I pushed into him.  I fuck, making him breath harder.

I replace the dildo with the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the metal toy GaryM left for me.  The stainless steel is always cool down here in the playroom.  Evan does an intake of breath as the chill metal touches his ass lips.  The BBB disappears inside him with ease.  I love that I can add my cock with this toy, too.  And my cock loves the coolness of the metal (while it lasts).  My cock head batters into the oval ball over and over.  By the time I pull out, the BBB is Evan’s body temperature.  I regrease and insert both the toy and my cock into him again. 

The next toy is the Seahorse, also a gift from GaryM.  I show it to him before it goes up him.  Evan loves the curve and all the ridges.  He is sure he won’t take it all.  He says that—just as the toy bottoms out, every inch in his ass.  I fuck him with it.  I turn the toy so the curve goes the other way.  He takes it all that way, too.  I pull it out and stick my dick in him.  It feels warm and wet, but my dick is now not feeling his stretched hole at all.

We switch to the sling.  I use the big black butt plug on his hole.  I use the Ballistic Butt Bomb as a hammer and smack the end of the toy once it’s in place.  It sends vibrations through his ass that make him moan.  I move on to the hard plastic toy in the shape of a hand.  This is a rough toy for many men, but both Jake and Evan take it with ease.  Evan groans in pleasure—but does comment that he can feel how rigid it is compared to the others.

For the first time I grease up my hands.  My left goes into him easily after all the toy stretching.  Now the right.  Then eight fingers from both hands, with my palms together.  I reverse that so the eight fingers are back-to-back.  This way I can pull his hole more open yet.

I grease up my cock and grab the Ass Grommet, the toy that fits over my cock, doubling the thickness of it, with the cock head poking out of it.  I tell him to take a hit of poppers.  I fuck into him the moment the cap is back on the bottle and the vapors hit.  He takes me effortlessly and loves the stretch.  “I feel so damn full of you…”  I fuck him hard.  He takes it like a champ.  And had his first assgasm. 

I switch things up with the speculum.  The metal is as cool as the other stainless-steel toy.  I slip it into him and slowly crank it open.  My finger plays with his prostate after each turn of the key.  Evan groans.  I stand up and fuck with the speculum in place.  The metal has warmed up, but I still enjoy the hardness of it next to my cock.

I pull out and crank it shut.  I grease up the biggest of the butt plugs, this one given to me by my brother.  It is tiered.  The first instantly disappears in his ass.  Now the second and wider tier.  In moments, the rest of the toy sinks into him.  I pull it out and show him what I have used.  He tells me to put in in him again.  I do.  All but effortlessly.  Evan’s body shakes uncontrollably.

More hand.  Left.  Right.  Left with my cock, fucking through my fingers deep inside him.  Now my right.  Add my cock and fuck.  Evan blisses out, lost in sensation.

We take a break.  He stretches, careful not to step on the toys littered under the sling as he steps down.  When he gets back in the sling, I suggest using Jake’s idea of cuffing his ankles at a 90-degree angle to the top of the sling frame.  Evan is game.  I rig the chain to hang down, add the restraints to his ankles and snap him into place.  I start with the Seahorse again.  Evan tells me it feels totally different, but he loves it.  In this position, he asks for depth play, as we have stretched him so much with girth.  I pull out the balls on a hard column of plastic.  He takes it—deeper than anyone but Jake.  I pull out the other depth toy that is thicker.  Evan takes this, too.  Repeatedly.

I slow things down by working 16 inches of chain into his hole, link by link.  He loves the weight of it.  And the stretch as I slowly remove it link by link.  I put it in and pull it out of him three times, to his ever increasing bliss.

I move on to yet another of GaryM’s contributions.  It is a long toy, with a black handle.  The long, very flexible insertable end is clear plastic and has a pointed end, growing to a girthy middle and reduces in size as it reaches the handle.  Evan loves this toy—and asks for it when he sees it still on the shelf.

“What about that one I couldn’t take last time?”  I think he means the fire hydrant, an ugly ‘flesh’ toned toy that is a plug, but with a ridge to get over and then a ring of nodules, before the ass lips close over the thinner shaft.  Evan couldn’t get past the ring last time.  I grease it up.  He takes it all.  The first try.  I show it to him, asking if this is the toy he meant.  It is.  And I put it into him, every inch of it, three more times.  Evan moans.

I lower his legs to the traditional stirrups.  We have a long moment of greatest hits, using almost all the toys over again.  It’s time for the grand finale.  GaryM had left two very long, very thick, typical cock shaped toys.  Evan has his eye on the slightly smaller one, though it is bigger than anything else he’s taken.  I grease it up.  He huffs poppers.  His hole is incredibly open, and I still have to work the head in carefully.  But once it is inside him, he all but pulls the rest of the shaft into his ass.  It is as deep as it can go.

Evan is elated with the feelings coming from his ass.  I have given him several assgasms in the course of all the play.  I pull it out and insert the monster again.  He has another—babbling incoherently.  It is the perfect end of our session.

I help him out of the sling.  “Did I take most of your toys?” he asks.

“All but three.  One too small, one too hard and so old I should throw it away and that huge one.”

“Next time for that last one…” he says pointing to it on the shelf.

Just shy of three hours of play, we go upstairs.  He rinses off and I take dinner out of the oven…