Equipment Close-Up: The Black Dildo with a Handle

 I don’t use this toy much.  It comes out only for my fisting regulars.  It was gifted to me by a man with who I used to play.  He no longer wanted a wide and deep stretch and wanted the toy out of his personal play chest.

It is 18 inches long—with an insert-able length of 12 inches, and then giving my greasy hands a good handle with the remaining six inches.

 

The tip is phallic—and gives the hole a quite a stretch open to take it.  The shaft has three more undulations each snapping down afterwards like a butt plug.  The circumference at each of the thickest points is eight inches around.

This toy only comes into play after all the other toys have been used and my fists and dick need a rest.  Some have taken the head and first widening bulge—before begging off on any more.  I can only think of four men who each have an ass hungry enough to devour every inch of this monster.

But it was time for this toy to be taken off the back of the storage shelf and be introduced.  He has his close up in the next entry, when the ginger bear comes to visit.

Back to a Bookstore

 South Central Michigan—December, 2020

My third meeting in December of last year was different.  I had been corresponding with a man on AssPig.  He wondered if I’d even been to the bookstore that had once been an old strip bar, fairly near my new home.  I told him I had, but not for a long time.  (I later checked back in these posts—it was 2015, so a long time indeed.)   He wanted to meet there.  He wanted more cock than just me.

I hemmed and hawed as I responded.  I wasn’t sure I was ready to go out.  I asked him if it was even open.  He said it was….with shorter hours than ever.  I said I didn’t think I was ready for it.  Then I thought about the set up.  There were a number of areas in the large space, dominated by a television screen showing different genres of porn.  I thought about the room tucked away from the main door, that had two televisions—one gay and one straight.  I could easily fuck him there and let any other masked man into his mouth, if that’s what he wanted—and we’d be away from any traffic.  I knew I wasn’t ready for my usual bookstore’s small rooms…but maybe…

I finally said yes.  We arranged an 11:00 am meeting.

I drove to the store and parked.  There were maybe three cars in the lot.  I masked up, went in, paid the masked cashier a larger amount than I really wanted to pay and went in.

 

It’s dark, but set up much how I remember the space.  There is a television for straight porn, another for all girl porn—and one more, up high, for men who want their women a good deal older.  I find the trans porn in the same corner that I remember.  I turn to go through the door to the dual television room.  It’s boarded up.

I go back.  There is one man watching the straight stuff and he is not my guy.

I find a hall with the men’s room.  There is new room for gay porn beyond it.  A man about my age, naked, is bent over getting fucked by a totally naked man of about 6’ 4”.  My man has another man in his mouth.  No one is masked.

I watch for a moment.  I turn and go back out into the main room.  I almost leave.  Instead I watch the trans porn where I am the sole occupant.  I get hard…and it makes me want to try again.

I go back.  They are still in the same position.  My cock wilts.

 Fuck—it suddenly feels just like 1991 when I was in my first bathhouse, standing at the edge of two mattresses on the floor where a pile of men were having raw sex at the height of an earlier health crisis…and I stood there, with a limp dick and a Magnum in my hand.   

I calm down and go back.

My guy sees me.  He detaches himself from the two men and leads me to the couch.  I sit on the arm and he sucks my dick.  It doesn’t help.  I am totally soft.

I weigh my options…

And I kneel, take off the mask and stick my tongue in his freshly fucked hole.

I am hard instantly.  In a moment, I am ready to fuck.  The mask goes back on—as I stand up and I insert into his used hole.  The Tall Man watches.  He has a thick dick, but not as long as mine.  He works around and sticks it into the Bottom’s mouth.  The guy who was being sucked before, annoyingly plays with my ass through the fabric of my military camouflage pants.

I gesture for the tall guy to replace me.  We change places.

“Fuck me with that big dick, as I fuck him,” Tall Man suggests.

I do.  He has the loosest ass I’ve used, in years.  But I am hitting his prostate.

With a few hard strokes I make him cum in the guy who set this up.

When he pulls out, the designated bottom spins around and cleans the cock of the Tall Man.

The moment he is done licking the last drop off the Tall Man’s sensitive dick, I spin my guy back around and fuck into the dripping hole.

I will myself to cum…and I do.  Not the most spectacular of orgasms…but nice. 

A load delivered.

And I am out of there.

*

This was likely the scene where I took the most risk during all these months.  Am I proud of it?  Not particularly, but it’s what happened…and you know me and the truth.

Not to mention I came out of it just fine. 

FP and the Great Outdoors

 

It's quiet here.  Just me walking the pup as the sun begins to filter through the trees...

I am camping this weekend.  At the gay campground, of course.  

I have deliberately left the computer at home.  

Hopefully, I will have stories to tell....

"...Lick It Up, Fucker..."

 My Playroom—December, 2020

 

We talked online all through November.  Soon we switched to text.  His pictures were certainly intriguing.  In his very early 30’s, he was a tall-ish bear with long hair, a full beard and tons of body hair.  I soon learned he had a fun sense of humor and was kinky.  Very Kinky.  He had come from India to a neighboring Great Lake state to pursue his post graduate degree.  He was finding few kink daddies in his college town before Covid.  And no one now.

I invited him to come for a play session whenever he felt comfortable.  And, as he was far enough away, he could stay on the night on the bed in the playroom.  By mid December, Udarsh took me up on it.

He arrived late in the afternoon, a flurry of hugs and gifts.  Then we went straight to the shower to get scrupulously clean.  I laid out my lubes, lubes he brought and, as he told me “a mystery sack full of goodies.”

 

Udarsh kneels on the padded floor.  “I want your big cock,” he murmurs.  I start to take it out of the mildly dirty jock I’m wearing.  He stops me and pulls me by the hips into his face.  He takes deep breaths of the piss and cum scented fabric.  He begins to gnaw at it—and then to lick it with his wide, wet tongue.  My cock grows—shoving its way out the side of the pouch.  He swallows me down until he chokes.  He pulls off me, bringing up huge strands of deep throat spit.  His hand smears it on every inch of my engorged cock.  He sighs and deep throats me again.  This next batch of spittle goes all over my balls.  He then licks them clean—before spitting the gob back on my cock head and smearing it all around again.

I need to fuck.

I get him on the bench.  I spend almost as long on my knees as he did, tasting and probing his ass with my tongue.  The hair is a jungle back there—one I can’t get enough of parting with my tongue.  Soon enough I learn that I love the look of it clinging to my wet dick as I fuck him.

We move to the usual egg headed dildo so I can double fuck. He takes it well.  I have to slow down as I add my own cock alongside it.  But he opens and stretches.   He hits the poppers—and loves the stretch even more.

We move to the sling.  I finally have piss.  I coat his hairy ass crack.  He sighs and groans.  I wring out all that hair with my tongue, swallowing my own juice down.  I am super hard as I fuck him.  The chains rattle.  The sling sways.

I move from cock to toys…the black butt plug.  The black balls on a hard stem.  The biggest butt plug I have.   And the toy that is about the length of my forearm.

I now start with my J-lubed fingers, but switch to the speculum.  I crank it open.  I stand up and piss inside him.  He groans loudly.  My cock pushes into the piss laden hole—held open by the stainless steel medical instrument.  I fuck him, pulling piss out of his ass on each backstroke.

I fuck longer—even after the piss is gone…then screw the speculum shut.  I work my left into him easily now.  The right takes a little longer, but soon enough slips in.  I begin to alternate hands.  Left and Right.  I finally stop when I think his legs need a break from being up in the air.

Udarsh drinks water.  I drink my hot tea. 

“You should get in the sling,” Udarsh suggests.  “I have to piss.”

I hop in.  My legs slip into the stirrups.

He hands me his poppers.  “Take a big hit.”

I do.  I look up into the mirror.  His dick is out of his jock—and he aims it at my ass.  I am deluged with a blast of piss.  It goes on and on.  He is emptying his entire bladder on my ass crack, balls and cock.  I am fucking soaked—and it feels great.  And then his tongue is lapping at me everywhere.  He is licking up every drop of his piss.  On my balls, on my cock—and then he kneels and begins to lick my ass.  I groan and take another hit.  As always it loosens my tongue.

“Fuck…eat my hole…”

He groans and burrows into me.  I can no longer see his face in the mirror as he is plastered against my wet, hairy ass.

“Get all that piss.  Lick it up, fucker…”

He does.  And spits it back on my tight pucker.  And then does it all over again. 

He comes around the side of the sling with a mouthful of piss and spit.  It goes on my exposed armpit.  He bends and laps it all up again—now mixed with the sweat I’ve worked up having vigorous sex.  

“Use the bottle,” he instructs me as he leaves my pit and goes back to my butt.  I am not nearly as damp there now, but he kneels again and begins to lap and kiss all around my butt cheeks, not just the ass crack.  I take the hit.  As soon as he hears the cap replaced, he begins pushing the sling away from him with both hands.  I swing away and smack back into his face—and his hardened tongue aligning right on my ass hole.

He groans each time I smack into him with a wet sounding splat.  I groan right along with him as he eats me out…

*

I fist him for quite awhile.  At first just alternating hands and then dick.  Eventually it becomes fist and hand together. 

We pause again.  We drink.  I have to piss again.  Udarsh gets back in the sling.  I fuck him for a moment.  Then I stand stock still.  And concentrate.  The plumbing re-connects in my dick…and I begin to piss.  And I can’t stop.  I am pumping my entire bladder full of piss up his ass.

“Oh, fuck…” Udarsh groans.  “So heavy…And full.”

I finally run dry.  I fuck a moment in it.  Then pull out.

“I want to drink it.”  I yank out the rimseat from where it is hiding next to the filing cabinet full of odds and ends of sex equipment.  I crawl under and Udarsh sits.  My tongue goes up and into him.  I expect a rush—and get a single drop.  I do it again.  And once more…and have to glue my mouth around his puffy ass lips.  It gushes out and straight down my throat.  I stop stroking.

When it finally stops, I go back to a regular rim job on his abused hole.

Suddenly he gets up.  “Close your eyes,” he tells me.  I do, thinking he is going to ride my dick.  Instead I hear the rustle of paper.  I hear the bag drop back to the floor.  Udarsh sits back down on the rimseat. 

My tongue goes right back into him.  Instantly I can feel something in his butt.  For an instant, I worry—and then my tongue recognizes it.  He pops out a candied coated peanut into my mouth.   And then another.  I think I eat six out of his ass.  An M&M has never tasted so good…

When he is empty—he gets up.  I get him into the sling and fuck an amazingly large load into his ass.

 

Udarsh was great company.  We liked our play so much—we did it all again by midwinter.

Keshawn Comes...Back

 My Playroom—December, 2020

On the first day of the month, the playroom was in use again.  Keshawn came to the new space and hopped in the sling.  He had driven quite a distance to get to me.  He was in the moment and horny as fuck.

It was a short intense fucking.  And it went pretty much stroke for stroke like the last time, but Keshawn’s ass made such an impression on my readers…I thought I’d run the picture again.

And here is a link to his getting bred in the sling. 

The real change is we went downstairs now to the playroom, not up…

Breaking the Bed

 My Playroom—November, 2020

There is only one other play session in November of last year…

I have known Matt for years.  We first fucked at CLAW, the leather weekend in Cleveland, six or so years ago.  I have stumbled on him at IML and an occasional Cum Union.  And just before things shut down, he was at the monthly orgy up north of me.  (The link to that great group is here.)

Matt wanted to come see the new playroom.  He told me he had been very good in staying isolated and was in real need of a good fucking.  We talked scheduling and agreed on a time right at the end of the month.

 

Matt looks great in his jock—all yellow and black.  He is shorter than I am, compact and a good deal younger.    The moment he is downstairs, he is on his knees.  He gets my cock hard just from my looking at him there.  I let him suck me at his own speed, before grabbing his head and fucking his face.

He groans—but never gags.

I let him go and he pulls off me, holding my dick by the base, looking at it.  Then he spits on it and takes me to the root again. 

Once again he pulls off me and spins around, crawling up onto the bed.  His butt goes up in the air as he hunkers down on all fours, presenting me that hot hole.  I go to my knees and eat him out.  I shove countless gobs of spit up his (currently) tight pucker.

I stand and slip inside him.  I don’t wait—I just start fucking.  Matt’s head snaps up.  His eyes go right to the mirror behind the bed—watching himself getting railed.  He begins to push back on my invading cock.  Hard.  He is slamming himself against me.

And literally, the caster on the bed snaps off.  The corner we are on sinks to the floor. 

We are fine—no one is hurt.  We simple move to the fuck bench.  And I snap the first picture of his slightly used hole.

And my cock in it.

I fuck him just as hard here…and he can push back with abandon. 

I finally let him clean my cock off with his tongue.

And fuck him again.

We move to the sling.  It never ceases to amaze me how different a man on his back feels than on all fours. 

I fuck.  He groans—and does a hit of poppers.  His asshole blossoms open and I fuck harder.

I rim his now wet pucker. 

I fuck him once again.

“Can I put a load up you?”

“Already?” he asks.

“No, a frozen one.”

He is excited—I go up to the freezer and pull out a knotted shut condom with a very large cum load frozen in it.

I take it down, cut off the knot and slip the hunk of cum into his hole.  He grimaces as the cold nugget goes in, but then his smile returns as I kneel and my tongue snakes out, licking up the slimy trail the devil’s dick has left.

I lick.  And finally I add my cock into his hole.  I can feel it.  The hard, cold cum is right under my cock head.  And melting.  I can hear the squish of my cock fucking in my own jizz. 

I pull out—and bring my cock to his mouth.  He squirms around so he can lick my baby batter off my dick head. 

It makes me hungry to taste it myself.

We pull out the rimseat and the mat.  I lay down.  Matt sits on the seat.  His ass winks open and a drip of cum lands on my waiting tongue.  I lick his puffy ass lips and then drill into his hole for more.  I am rewarded with a few drops. 

Then the remains of the frozen chunk falls into my mouth.  I work it back up into him.  Matt stands and moves to sit on my cock.  He’s lowers himself onto me and pushes the chunk of jizz deeper into him. 

He’s in control.  I can only lie there and let him pleasure himself.

He grunts and groans.

Without any prompting from me, he suddenly stands and sit back down on my face.

The cum has melted.  I am treated to a veritable cum-fall of jizz pouring out of his open hole.

I stop stroking, afraid, I’ll shoot.

After swallowing every drop I can find, we go back to the sling.

It’s time to breed…and we both know it.

I sink into his juicy butt.

Matt takes a hit—and I pick up the speed once the cap is back on.

And suddenly I am there…I’m over the edge. 

I load him this time with hot cum…

Inaugurating the New Playroom

 My (New) Playroom—November, 2020

We had chatted.  I think he’d first sent me a tug on AssPig.  But other than saying we’d like to meet sometime, nothing had ever come of it, as he was quite far north in Michigan.  Well, I have moved closer to some of the bigger mid-Michigan cities.  In November, this young man was looking for some play and wanting to make the drive.  He had been staying home and doing nothing but playing with his toys all fall.  We arranged a date near the end of the month.  He brought J-Lube.  I washed all my toys one more time as they had been wrapped in towels for the packing.

He arrived a little late—but let me know each step of the way.  I had seen him on many guy’s certifications, so I knew he was accomplished at both topping and bottoming for fist.  He was not yet 30 years old, maybe six foot tall—and carrying some extra Covid weight.  He was hairy all over.  And eager.

He checked his cleanout, while I grabbed some water…and down we went for the inaugural play in the new set-up.

 

Barry compliments me on the set up.  He pulls a squeeze bottle of J-lube out of his bag.  I set it by the sling.  Barry kneels—and begins to nuzzle my jock.

“Let me suck that.”

He swallows me down and lets me thicken in his throat.   Suddenly, he has a lot more dick lodged in his throat than he bargained for—he pulls off me, gasping for air.   He gives good head, but never tries to deep throat me again.

I want to taste his ass—and tell him to get on the fuck bench.

He does.  I pull apart the large hairy ass cheeks and sink in.  He loves my tongue—and says so repeatedly.  I lube myself as I rim—so in one swift movement I can stand up and sink my dick into his now open, and wet, hole.  I slide in until I am grinding my pubes against him.

“That is a big dick.  Fuck!”

I hold.

I fuck.

He does poppers and is instantly taking me as if it were a breadstick.

I pound his ass, pull out and move to let him suck me again.  But I have misjudged the placement of the bench—and I can’t fit between the mirror and the end of it.  I make a mental note to move it—and go back to fucking.

I grab and egg headed dildo.  He takes it easily, too.  A little less so as my cock pushes in to join it.  But he relaxes with a popper’s hit.  And then begins to moan as my cock goes over the ribbed shaft of the toy—stretching his already stretched hole.

I fuck him again with just me.

And once more as a DP with the toy.

He is ready to get off his knees so we move to the sling.  No stirrups for him.  He loves his bare feet against the poles of the frame. 

I rim.

I fuck with deep thrusts.

I fuck him by standing still and pulling the sling forward—then pushing it back.  Barry takes over, pushing against the poles to move back and then impaling himself on my engorged dick. Hard and fast.

 He slows and stops.  I go back to hip thrusts—and inserting 2 fingers along the top of my cock.  He takes me easily.  Barry huffs poppers—and I now have 4 fingers along the top of my cock.  I pull out and sink to my knees.  I plant my full face into his wet ass crack.  I lick and spit—and reach for the thick black butt plug.  I love having the toys so close to the sling.  I spit one last time, j-lube up the plug and work it in.  His ass snaps down on the small end.  I pound on the base of the toy—sending reverberations through his hole, through his whole body.

It comes out.  Dick goes back in.

Then the left hand.  Easily.

Right hand.  With a little work.

Left.

Right.

Left with two fingers of my right added by sliding them down my wrist into him.

Now the right and two fingers of the left.

Left with three.

Left with four.

Right hand slides in and forms a fist deep in his bowels.

I go back to just fucking him.

“I like your hands—but I love your cock,” he grunts out.

I tell him how good his ass feels…taking his mind off the fact that my left hand has replaced my cock—and then my cock slides into my open palm.  His eyes are suddenly riveted to the mirror above him.

“Both…” he mumbles.

“I’m jerking myself in your guts.”

He just groans and takes a huff. 

I move my hand over the knob of my cock.  It feels terrific.

I do this time and time again…speeding up the hand movement just a little on each repeat.

***

With his delays, we are running a little short of time.

“Will you breed me?  I really want you to…”

“Sure.”  I pull my hands out of him, swipe a towel down his ass to get rid of excess J-lube and bury my face once more in his ass cleft.  My cock spasms.  And I know it will be easy to breed this boy.

I stand up. 

Slide in.

I look in his eyes as I begin to pump.

“Shoot it,” he hisses.

I grab his poppers, take one long hit—and fire off a week’s worth of cum into his stretched out hole…

***

He showered, thanked me and hit the road pretty fast.

I sent him a text thanking him for making the trip…and have not heard from him since…

Equipment Close-up: The New Playroom

I moved 25 miles north on November 2, 2020, with the rather cute movers in masks.  I had the new version of the playroom up by the second week.  It is in the basement—in the one finished room down there.  It is slightly smaller.  So far, I have not used it for anything more than one other man.  Four or five of us would fit and with six, well, it would be tight.

 

The light above the fuck bench has a red bulb, so we don't need the white light I used for these pictures.

The big screen went in.  The porn always reflexes the fetish play we will be doing ourselves.

There were two huge mirrors left by the previous tenant.  They are now behind the sling and the fuckbench—they are great to heighten the excitement.  The pictures are still waiting to be hung.

A Farewell Fourway

 My Playroom—October, 2020

There are no questions about the events of my last play date in October.  It was with men I knew.  And it was the last sex in the playroom in my old home. 

It was a memorable way to say good bye to the space.

 

Don and Reid, the couple who have found incredible sex by opening their relationship, let me know they wanted to meet one last time at my house—before I moved even farther away from them.  We set a date and I shot a text to Braydon, the hairy cub Reid had loved to fuck the last time we all met.  Braydon was available—and was taking constant Covid tests as part of his job—and was super horny.

They arrived within moments of each other.  After lots of hugs and a little catch up, the four of us went upstairs and stripped down…

 

Reid, the top with bigger cock than mine, is hard the moment he sees Braydon bend over, his hairy ass on full display, to remove a sock.  Don goes to his knees in front of me—and Braydon in front of Reid.  There is the sound of nothing but sucking—wet, deep cock sucking.  And a few grunts of pleasure. 

At some point the men on the floor switch.  Braydon attacks my dick with pent up hunger.  I pull it out of his mouth and make him lick my balls—loving his full beard massaging them in the process.

Soon I am on the floor taking turns with Don on Reid’s hard cock.  Braydon has crawled around so he can suck Don as we alternate on Reid—one of us on balls, one on the shaft and then reversing—passing the cock to the other with nothing but tongues and lips.

I stand up and tell Don to get on the fuck bench.  Reid hoists Braydon to his feet and moves him to the bed.  Both men are now on all fours—both facing mirrors so they can see the tops kneel and begin to rim.  Reid is pushing his dick into Braydon, before I am anywhere near done tonguing Don’s moist, hot hole.   Eventually I stand and enter.  I glide in.  And bottom out.  I hold.  I pull back, incredibly slowly…and begin to fuck.

Don hits the poppers—and begins pushing back with ass on my fuck stroke.  This makes me fuck him even harder.  I can see the refection of Reid and Braydon in the mirror in front of us.  Reid is pummeling that cute, cubby ass.

I pull out and do the first of countless trips of taking my ass-wet cock to Don’s mouth.  I keep rotating around the man.  As I back to fucking, suddenly Reid is there.

“Taste his ass!” he tells his partner.  Don licks ever millimeter of dick presented to him.  I pull out of Don’s ass and let Braydon clean me.  The boys both make grateful gurgling noises in the back of their throats.

Reid fucks Don a little.

Then Don suggests Braydon get on the bench.  He does.  I go first in his ass, while Reid uses his mouth.  Don crawls between my legs and licks the underside of my cock as I fuck.  I fuck for a bit—then pull out and let Don clean me.  I push back into Braydon’s hole for half a dozen strokes and then back into Don’s mouth.  Reid comes over and watches his partner sub out.   His cock gets harder and the head redder, if that’s even possible.

Reid fucks the boy again.  Don and I have an intense oral moment as he deep throats me, making himself choke on purpose to constrict his throat around me.  Finally he stands—and fucks Braydon himself.  Reid and I slap our wet dicks on Braydon’s face—as his tongue snakes out on first one and then the other.

We go to the sling.  Braydon is in it first.  Reid fucks him, Don makes Braydon lean out of the sling to clean his cock.  I go under the sling and lick on the underside of Reid’s cock as he fucks. 

Soon I take a turn in Braydon’s ass.

 And Don does, too.

Then Don gets in the sling.  Braydon thinks he’s hard enough to fuck—and does, for a moment—but soon let’s me into Don as he moves around to the side to chew Don’s nipples.  As he is bent over Don, Reid moves behind him and takes Don’s ass.  Braydon and Don hold on to each other as our fucking becomes more and more intense. 

Soon Reid moves Braydon over to the fuck bench to continue.  I eat out Don.  I fuck him again.  Long and hard—until he asks for a break.

Don is now super hard.  He spells Reid up Braydon’s hungry hole.  I take the moment to lick Reid’s ass.  I am seemingly the only man who he lets do it…and he loves it.  He stands, legs wide, and grabs onto the sling poles, letting me burrow into him. 

The noises of good sex drown out the porn on the computer…

*

Braydon is in the sling.  Reid is going to cum.  And soon.  His breathing is raspy.  Don is sucking my dick, but watching his partner fuck the cub.  Reid groans and unloads.  He pulls out.  Don goes to felch—and I kneel to clean off Reid’s cock.  Once I have, I join Don on the floor and we take turn tonguing Reid’s load out of Braydon—and snowballing it back and forth. 

 “Fuck in some of that load,” pleads Braydon.

I stand up and slide into him.  We have left lots inside.  He is awash with jizz.  I fuck.  Don takes a mouthful of cum to Braydon and gives it to him.  I stop, rim another moment and fuck my seed into the Cub’s ass.  I groan out my orgasm.

Don is right there to clean me—and felch.  He tries for every drop of the mixed seed.  He is so aroused, he rises up, sinks his cock into Braydon’s slick ass—and unloads his balls. 

It’s my turn to clean him.  I felch and snowball our cum to both Don and Braydon.  Don goes to his knees and buries his face where there are now three churned loads of cum in the hairy ass suspended in the sling…

 

 

The playroom.  I wanted to make sure I recorded the look of it for I took it down the next day—and moved it up to the new duplex.

Rod with the Silver PA

 My Playroom—October, 2020

So I have one more meet from six months ago that is really hazy.  I have no pictures to help me here.  It was just two days after Jay.  The guy was a totally different type—but the kinds of things we did were very, very similar.  I think.

Rod was a good looking bear, going slightly grey.  I know I knew he was very fist oriented.  But he had made clear he loved the things my moniker of FelchingPisser conjured up.  

I remember receiving a very sloppy blow job as I rested my ass on the fuck bench.

I ate and plowed him there first.  Because I almost always do.  I am sure the eggheaded dildo would have been the next thing up his hole.  It is a great gentle stretch.  And my cock joining it separates guys who love fist from guys who just think they want my hand.

Oh, he wanted my hand.  Often.  I think I did his first fisting right there on the bench.  But only after he had greedily cleaned my cock of his ass juices.

The sling was where I fucked him next.  And pissed on his silver PA-ed cock and ass crack.  I know I licked his dick clean of every drop of my piss.  And likely pushed it into his butt with my tongue.  But I have no recollection or no notes of what toys I used on him—before a lengthy session of him taking both my fists.  Could I double him?  Did I add my cock?  I don’t know.

I am sure I used the rimseat.  I likely pissed his crack first.  Did I give him a piss enema?  Again, I’m not sure.  Likely.

And I bred him.  I’m pretty damn sure of that…Most likely in the sling.

I do have one comment from him.  He loved how I mopped up all the piss and cum with my jock.  A jock that belongs to reader Big Blue Bear.

 

I want to say again to these men—in case they are readers.  These were fun sessions.  My lack of memory should not be read in any way that they weren’t good.  Or memorable.  It’s just those damned specific memories I usually still have to write up the event.  

I would play with any of you again.  Anytime.