Jake Meets a New Toy

My Playroom—November, 2018

I am a planner.  I know that my fisting buddy Jake is as well—but this time he learned with very little notice that he would be traveling near me.  He wondered if I was available.  I was—still in my down time from work.  I cranked up the space heater in the playroom the moment I agreed, but it seemed to make little difference in my drafty old house with the unseasonably bitter cold weather outside.

He arrived a little late.  (Clean out issues.)  Jake double checked he was ready—and we trooped upstairs.  It was still cool if not cold in the room.  He stripped down and I lost my bathrobe.  We got right to it—Jake ass up on the padded fuck bench…

I kneel behind him.  I dig in.  The bench naturally parts those full cheeks and my tongue goes right into his hot hole.  He groans and I spit into him.  I do it again and again.  My dick is rampant—and fucking will warm me up—I stand up and enter him.  Another groan from Jake and the cap of the poppers comes off.  I begin a slow in and out.  Now faster and faster.

I grease up the infamous egg-headed dildo.  I work it into his willing hole.  I lift up the base and add my cock.  Fuck!  His hole is now incredibly tight.  I leave the toy in place and plunge in and out of his wet ass. 

I take the toy out and add the open plug he leaves at my house.  I caress his prostate with it in place.  I lube my dick and slide it through the hole in the base.  More poppers for him—and more wet, sucking sounds from my dick as it pumps in and out of him.

I use my fingers through the toy again.  I find his prostate.  My two fingers squeeze it—again and again—just like he likes it.  Now,  I fold the toy in on itself and pull it out.  My fingers are cold.  I need to warm them up.  I grease my hands.  The left slips in easily.  And out.  The right does the same with a slight twist of the wrist.   Jake seems lost in his haze.  I can feel an offending fingernail push into the pinkie on my right hand.  I’m glad it’s me feeling it and not Jake.  I come out and add a traditional butt plug.

“Let’s move to the sling.”

I help him in and get the stirrups to his satisfaction.  It’s full on fisting now.  I add black Nitrile gloves to cover the offending nail I missed in the filing this morning.  I grease up—a mix of Crisco and coconut oil.  I open him fully quite easily—lots of lateral stretching first.  And then a slow entry of my left hand. 

It’s just the fist at first.  But soon I’m uncurling my fingers inside him and inching my way deeper into his guts.  It’s slow work, and I am hunched over on the chair, my ear to his abdomen as I explore.

I decide the long toy, left behind by a trick I rarely see anymore, might help with exploring the depth.  It is 19 inches long (but only 12 that can be inserted), with a pointed tip and with a shaft of varying diameters.  I don’t use it on many men.  It takes a lot of lube, but my hands are covered.  I begin a slow push of the monster into place.  We stop at one third.  Pull out and insert again.  This time it’s halfway in.  Another out and in it goes to three quarters of its full length.  The last time it slides fully into place.  The stop on the handle of the toy is pressed against his puffy cunt lips.  I hold it in place.

“Fuck me with it.”

I begin a slow fuck with the monster toy.  I am pulling half of it out of him and fucking it right back in.  I don’t do it for long…but when I finally take it out and my left hand crawls into him, I go deeper than I have ever been.

I change the pace with the first dildo I ever bought—the ‘flesh tone’ is an ugly pink that no human should ever be.  It is life like…but made long enough ago to be really hard plastic.  It seems to do a number on his prostate as its thick shaft fucks into Jake, making him squeal in delight.

Finally, between the cold and my back being bent so much, I need to call it a session.  I am sure Jake’s hole could take more…but maybe not.  As he gets up he is incredibly shaky.  I urge him to lie down.  He gets on the bed and, after I join him, actually dozes…the perfect response to intense play.

 Tools of the trade. 

I refuse to type Weapons of Ass Destruction…

Tomorrow I have Jake's version of events ready to post.