"How You Should Always Jerk Off"

Northern Michigan—April, 2014

I have mentioned elsewhere in these pages that I joined Asspig in December.  I had cut back on fisting for a time.  I still did some, but nothing like what I had been doing four or five years ago.  For whatever reason, I was ready for it again by the end of 2013 and finally joined the site which is more about the hand than the dick.

I played with a few people off that site—who I have written about on here.  By the middle of April I noticed a party being formed on Good Friday in a town to the north of me.  If you are reading this, you know I love to play in groups.  I asked for an invite.  They were happy to take a chance with a new (to them) guy.

I volunteered my sling—but they already had three.  So I suggested the fuck bench and the rimseat for variety.  It was a group of about twelve men.  Most were my age or a little older.  Three men were younger than I, one in his 20’s, one in his 30’s and one in his 40’s.  Most knew each other.  There was much talk centered around the snack filled dining table—but that was in the kitchen.  The play area was downstairs in a clean but stark basement.  Three slings were lined up next to each other.  On the opposite wall I set up the fuck bench and the rimseat, with each positioned so the man on the bench or seat could watch the sling action. 

The youngest of the men was one of the guys I had played with in the bookstore in Lansing.  He was thrilled that he could be shared between me and his regular fuck bud.  Being such a good bottom I was surprised to learn that he was a fisting top much in demand as he had the smallest hands of the group.

The play was very segmented.  Two couples would go downstairs at a time while the others ate and chatted.  Occasionally, I would fuck the guy I knew while holes were being worked on at the other end of the room.  Eventually guys trusted me to take a turn on their holes. 

The first man wanted hand only, no cock.  I gloved up and got him talking in tongues.  Literally it seemed.  His wails of pleasure and gibberish were heard throughout the house. But I don’t need to record that scene.

Nor do I really want to write about the top who sat on the rimseat and asked me to eat him out.  I did.  He splattered a huge, runny load all over my chest in no time.

I took turns fucking the guy I knew along with his older fuck-bud.  Then the older man surprised me by replacing my friend on the bench and asked me to plow him.  I did—until he came.

No, the scene I want to record happened after pretty much everyone had left.  The four of us who had come the farthest were staying the night.  After we said good night to everyone I ventured down into the rather chilly basement with the oldest man there.

“Do you want just my hand or my cock as well?” I ask.

“I would be a fool not to get fucked by that monster.  Both, please.”

I had watched him take two different guy’s paws very deeply at different times that night.  I glove up and grease up my cock.

“You don’t have to rubber up your dick.  Fuck me raw.”  I toss the unopened Magnum onto the linoleum.

I look down at the man in the sling.  He’s a very fit 66. Handsome, rather chiseled features with iron grey hair.  His nipples are pierced with silver rings.  He can’t stop touching them in anticipation.  I kneel.  My tongue sinks into his well worked ass. 

“Oh, God,” he hisses, “kiss my hole.  Make love to it.”

I do.  I part his ass lips easily and stick my tongue into him as deeply as I can.  He squirms.  I can hear the poppers open.  Hear the intake of breath.  The moment the cap is back in place he starts a whispered chant of every obscenity he can think of:  “Eat my man handled man-cunt.  Make it sloppy with your spit.  Put that big cock in me.  How many asses did you have it in tonight?  Fuck the shit out of me like you did that boy…”

I stand up. My cock is drooling.  I tell him so—as I wipe it across his ass lips.

“Stick it in me.  Please.  I want to feel…..”

He leaves it unfinished for the sheer girth of it entering him is more than he expects.  He’s silent for the first time—but his eyes are shining.  A low moan now replaces the whispered imprecations.

Poppers are opened as I saw in and out of his ass.  He huffs.  And a new string of words emerges.  “Fuck me as hard as you can.  Deep.  Just like that.  Fill my ass with that big fat cock.  Fuck me…”  On and on he goes.  Until the poppers wear off.  Another hit and his mouth spews out more filth. 

I dip my hand into a convenient can of Crisco strapped to the sling stand.  I pull my cock out, rather roughly and insert two fingers into him smoothly.  Right in the same rhythm I’d been fucking.  Out and in.  Then the third finger.  My cock spits some precum out of the slit.  I add that to the stew of lube deep in his ass.  My entire right hand slides into him.  I hold it for a moment, then twist it out.  My cock goes back in.  I fuck as I grease up the left hand.  I repeat the same pattern, now with the left. 

Left.  Cock.  Right. Cock. Left.  Cock.  Right. Cock.  Left.  Right.   Now four fingers from each hand in a lateral stretch.

That makes him huff the biggest intake of poppers, yet. 

“Fuck that feels good.  Do anything you want to my hole.  Stretch the shit out of it…”

I am close to a double fist, but I don’t quite fit it in.  Instead I pull my left hand out and sink my right all the way in.  I lean over him and slide my cock into his abused hole.

“Oh, SHIT!  Is that..?”

“I am fucking my fist in your hole.”

And I am.  My cock is gliding through my encircling fingers. 

“Jerk off in my ass.  Let me feel you do it…”

I stop thrusting and stand still.  I slowly slide my hand up and down the slippery shaft.  I am truly jerking off in his butt.  He huffs some more and tells me he’d love to have my load in his guts.  My hand moves faster and faster.  I think this might take me over the edge after the hours of play.

“Cum in me.  Please.”

My hand in hitting the right spot inside him.  His anything but erect cock is seeping more and more fluid and pooling it around his belly button.

“Fuck!”  My voice is as low as his has been.  I lean across him.  We kiss—my hand still jerking inside of him.

The moment our tongues touch, I shoot.  I shake as each jet of cum rips out of my cock.  His arms encircle me and hold me in place.

It feels like hours later, but I’m sure it’s only a few seconds.  My hand and rock hard cock are still deep in him.

“Now,” he whispers in my ear, “that’s how you should always jerk off.”