Equipment Close-up: The Traffic Cone

 Equipment Close-up:  The Traffic Cone

 

I hadn’t thought about the traffic cone for a long time.  But with the move, I found it, tucked away in a dusty, cobweb filled corner of the basement.  For a time it had proudly been in the playroom, but seemingly I had left it in the cellar one year, what with my constant need to dismantle the equipment each summer.

Now, back in the mid 1990’s I owned a video tape of Falcon’s Flashpoint:  Hot as Hell.  In the video, Byrce Colby had sex on the hood of his car with Trent Reed’s cock and fist and a ton of toys—including a scene where he sat on a traffic cone.  This really sparked my interest (and made my long term partner turn an odd shade of green).  

I had found a young man in Nashville, Tennessee who had a bottomless pit of an ass.  As I was headed south for a few weeks of work (and sex with his cavernous ass) I saw a traffic cone on the highway.  It was way off the road and forgotten by the work crew.   I stopped and grabbed it.  I cleaned it up and took it with me to the first meet I had with the young guy.

He had seen the movie—and pointed out that Bryce was a good deal taller. This cone was 30 inches high.  My friend wasn’t concerned that the circumference was 8 inches at the top of the cone—but that he wasn’t tall enough to sit on it.

So we didn’t do anything with it that night.  I waited until I was asked back to his house for a threeway.   The other top and I picked up the bottom and holding his thighs all the while sat him on the Criscoed end of the traffic cone. The 8 inches suddenly seemed bigger with his ass right there—but he took it on the second try.  And we bounced him on it for about 5 minutes.  We only stopped when, without ever getting hard, the boy dribbled an immense amount of cum out of his tiny dicklet.

I used it once in my playroom with a tall man who loved the challenge to stand astride it and impale himself on it.  All while I lay on the bed, jerking to him riding it.

Now it is cleaned up again from all the dust of the basement.

And is now in my new playroom. 

I don’t think it will get a lot of use, but I can think of a couple of men I play with who might get off on the mind fuck of sitting on a traffic cone.