Full Service Top?

My Playroom—December, 2016

On all my hook up ads, I have called myself a Full Service Top from the very first.  Any causal reader certainly should agree that I know my way around an ass.  I have been told I’m an excellent fister.  I love all sorts of watersports—and I know how to use it for sensuous enjoyment or as a way to humiliate a sub.  I know how to flog.  I am adept at cock and ball torture having been tutored by a man who loved to have his balls beaten black and blue.  I am excellent at role playing—though I don’t get much call for it.  I have a number of things in my playroom to make nipples much more sensitive.  I am good to go if a husband takes me home to fuck his wife—or fuck him in front of her—or both. 

I know I have much to learn involving BDSM and I will be a willing student (are you reading this Derrick and Jeffrey??).  The one thing I knew I didn’t need to do was to feed scat.  I have had a number of men ask—and I thought I might go there at first.  I usually believe you need to try things to know if you like it, but I realized there was nothing sexual for me in that activity and  I was quite content to leave it alone. 

But you have something new?  Let’s talk about it.  At the top of December, I got an email…

He arrives ten minutes late.  I was on the verge of writing him off.  He rings the bell carrying an immense gym bag.

I let him in.  He is a good 10 years older than his pictures, but I merely sigh under my breath.  I could wish that it was only 10 pounds heavier than those same pictures, but no, it’s a good deal more than 10.  He starts talking and digging into the bag.

“Did you bring them?” I ask.

“I’m just getting them.  We need to sterilize the set.  You have a big pot?”

The “them” are sounds.  I have never done any urethral play but I’m more than willing.

I am picturing the short silicone ones I’ve seen for sale, that are vaguely the size of big golf tees.  So I get out a sauce pan that will hold them.  My new play partner arrives in the kitchen.  He hands me an immensely long leather kit.  I open it.  They are metal—and a good 15 inches long.

I find a jelly roll pan and we boil them on top of the stove.

I get them on a clean towel with a pair of tongs and— still too hot to touch—we go up to the playroom.

“Now,” he says.  “You want to try these up that big dick of yours?”

“I thought I was using them on you.”

“Sure, sure.  Just thought I’d offer.”  He hops in the sling. 

I put on latex gloves.  I kneel.  We start with the smallest sound.  I lube it up.  I am told to grip his cock (fairly typical in size—maybe slightly thicker) so my thumb helps push the piss slit open.    The end goes easily into his piss slit. I work it maybe and inch into him.  This is striking me as very medical…I mean, I’m the guy that looks anywhere else but at my arm when a nurse is drawing blood for my HIV test…

“Try the next one.”  I do the same thing.  He huffs poppers and is no longer telling me anything.  There is a bend to the sounds and I don’t know which side should be facing me.  So I ask.  I get no answer.  I get “Go deeper.”  I try.  Maybe two inches into him.  I am now feeling light headed.

“I don’t know if I this a good idea…”

“Skip the third one and get the fourth.  I want to feel it.”

I put the sound down and concentrate on the towel on the floor.  I stare at until I feel in control again. 

I pick up the fourth.  I lube it.  I have to really work to get this bigger tip into his small piss slit. 

“Now go deep,” he grunts.

I start down his dick.  Maybe three inches.  I stop.

“I want to feel it way lower.”

He takes it from my fingers and I watch it go in another inch or so.  I have to look away.  I get off my knees and sit down.  I don’t quite put my head between my legs, but it’s close.  I could easily pass out if I let myself.

I finally tell him I can’t do more.

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We move on to my hands up his ass.  He has no interest in my dick.  And that’s likely a good thing.  He'd never have felt it.  The speculum, usually a tight fit in any man, falls out of him.  Literally, as I am reaching for a toy.

I am able to put both fists up him.  Together.

He goes home happy.

I think.

And I learn I have another limit.