The Ginger Bear Takes (almost) the Entire Shelf of Toys

 My Playroom—January, 2021

 

I self isolated for my two weeks after my bookstore adventure.  All was fine. 

I had been seeing a fair amount of the Ginger Bear at his home, but now that I was pretty sure things were back to normal, I invited him down to see the playroom.  I usually travel—as a fisting bottom’s cleanout and a road trip are not a great combo.  But I live closer now—and he wanted to get out of the house.

He arrived as I was reducing the heat on our late lunch (for after our play) to a low simmer.  I showed him around the duplex—and then down the stairs to the playroom.  I left him to strip off and went back up to my bedroom to do the same.  In jock and boots, and a robe to get through the sun porch, I went back down stairs and shut the door…

 

The Ginger Bear is just straightening up from stowing his clothes in the bottom drawer.  I hang my robe on the knob.  GB sits on the bed and pulls me by the hips closer to him.  He buries his face in the stained fabric of my Fukdto jock.  He inhales and sighs.  I am getting hard.  The helmet head of my stiffening prick pokes out the side.  He licks it, concentrating on the piss slit.  I pull back the fabric pouch and let all of it bounce out.  His attention to the slit is making me achingly erect.  He takes about half my dick down his throat, getting it good and wet.

We move rapidly to the fuck bench.  The Ginger Bear only has a sling, so he likes the variety.  I kneel behind him and lick his furry hole.  I stroke my cock the entire time I eat him out and am more than ready to fuck.

I stand.  The head disappears.  I inch the shaft into him—until it all disappears.  He groans as I bottom out.  I know to wait.  I do a Kegel squeeze—making my dick head swell and pulse inside him.  He begins to pant—and I know I can fuck.  I pull out slowly and move back in at the same speed. 

“Look up,” I tell him.  “Look in the mirror.”  His head comes up.  His eyes widen and he grins as he watches himself get used on the bench.  I pick up the pace.  The flat of my hand connects with his full butt cheek, giving a ringing slap of flesh on flesh.  His hole spasms and milks my dick—so I do it again.

I pull out and let him taste his ass on my cock.

I fuck some more…soon working the egg headed dildo into place.  I add my cock sliding the underside of my dick over the ridged shaft.  He is feeling full.  And loving it.

I fuck.

I pull out.  I bring the base of the toy up and my cock goes back in, but this time under the toy—letting the top of my cock enjoy the ridges. 

I switch once more, pulling the toy down and I slide in on top of it.  My cock head keeps banging on the egg head—making him shudder in pleasure.

We switch to the sling. 

I rim a little.

I send a couple of spurts of piss on to his wet hole.  I lick that up, too.  I stand up and slide my cock into him.  He is looking at the entry in the mirror above.  Then his eyes close and he floats away into his own world of sensation as I fuck him.

*

I serve him some water, still in the sling.

I move on to the speculum.  He likes the cool metal in his hot hole.  He really loves the stretch as I crank it open.  My finger keeps snaking into his ass, touching his prostate, giving him the best kind of shivers.

Then it’s my cock pressing the speculum open a little farther to let my dick invade his abused ass.  I fuck—enjoying the metal/flesh combination around my swollen penis.

Once the speculum comes out, I grease up my hands.  After all this, my left slips easily into place.  I pull out and have to work a little harder to get my right hand in.  But then it goes—smoothly—letting his ass lips snap shut around my wrist.

I alternate hands.

I stroke my dick with whatever hand is not in him.

I stand up and fuck.  Swift and deep.  My balls slapping onto him.

I pull out…and the left hand fingers go in.  My cock travels down my wrist and into his stretched hole.  I don’t get the whole hand and dick in him together…but this is a great start.  The Ginger Bear’s eyes are wide as he watches it all in the mirror.

*

I have switched to the chain.  GB likes the weight of it in his gut.  I like it when I add my dick in over it—feeling the links on my cock.

I go back to just my hands. 

I finally grab the big toy—the 12 inch dildo that has a great handle for me to guide it.

The Ginger Bear takes the head like a champ.  I slowly push until he feels the first full stretch of the three bulges on the shaft.  He groans…and I can feel that I need to back up.  I do.

I re-lube. Again he takes the head.  We glide over the first bulge—and into the valley after it.  I pause and lock eyes with him.

“More?”

He nods.

I let him take a hit of poppers.  I back it up, leaving just the tip in his ass.  It goes forward.  Up the first bulge and down—and we stop at the biggest part of the second swelling.  I rotate it inside him.  And pull it out very, very slowly—letting his ass feel every undulation caused by the shaft.

I lube it up again.

His ass welcomes it in.  The head.  The first bulge and then to where we stopped at the biggest swelling of the second.  A slight push and we are into the valley beyond.  I pause and rotate the toy again.

I grease one more time.  I let him do a hit—and the toy moves slowly in, deep into bowels.  The head—now with ease.  The first, the second—and yes, all the up and over the third bulge.  It bottoms out inside him.

The Ginger Bear’s whole body shakes as he has a massive internal orgasm…

*

We left it there.  His hole was done.  Much better to clean up a little and go upstairs for lunch.