Using Ross on Bed and Sling

 North of Home—January, 2022

My first play of the New Year was with Ross, the man with the amazing rosebud.  What a great way to start 2022.  I went up to his house with my sling and a few toys…

 

I am standing, booted and jocked, on the tarp I have slipped under the sling to protect his bedroom floor.  Ross is sitting on his bed—which has an old throw over it.  He is naked.  Waiting.  Expectantly. 

“Get down here and suck my cock.”  It’s a command—but soft, almost under my breath.  Ross slips to the floor, and kneels between my boots.  His hands go instinctively behind his back as he inhales the aroma of the slightly used jock.  My dick is plumping, just at the thought.  Ross pulls back the fabric and swallows all of me, while I’m still more soft than hard.  He doesn’t move his lips.  Just his throat muscles tighten, massaging my dick.  I harden right up—deep inside him.  I finally have to pull out of him, it’s so tight.

Ross proceeds to suck me in a more traditional way.  Lots of tongue on the head.  Lips on the shaft.  A nuzzle and tonguing of my testicles.

“Get under my balls.”  I pull my cock up and let him crane his head around to tongue my not so secret spot where the cock ring cuts into my nut sack.  I sigh—letting him know he has done a good job.

“Up on the bed.”  He crawls up and into classic doggy.  “On your back—I’m not done with your mouth yet.” Ross rolls over and spins, so his head is hanging over the side.  I stand astride his face—at perfect skull fucking position.  I slap his chin first.  He opens and sticks out his tongue.  I slap it a couple of times—than wipe my drooling dick on his tongue to give him my precum.  I let him swallow—and, as he opens again, I am fucking his face.  Just half my cock for about 6 strokes.  Then I surprise him with a deep thrust or two.  He sputters but takes me.  Loving it.  Wanting more.  So I oblige.

This time I fuck slower—but deeper.  I make him gag.  A sound we both love.  I pull out after I do it a second time and make him lick my balls from underneath.  Then I pivot and let him briefly lick my ass as it hovers over him.  He burrows in happily as I sigh.

“I want to fuck you.  Here—from behind.”

Ross moves to present his ass to me again.  I fall to my knees and eat him out.  His hole flowers open with my insistent tonguing.  I don’t linger—I really want to fuck.  I stand up and give him my cock for the fist of countless times over the next few hours…

*

Ross is in the sling.  But not the usual way.  He is standing on the floor, his chest to the leather.  His legs are spread wide.  I am eating him out.  His ass is very wet after that first fuck.  I savor and swallow the ass jizz. 

I stand up.  My cock goes directly into his puffy hole.  I fuck.  Hard and fast.  His ass is wet—and making the most delightful sounds.  I pause in my fucking and without needing to totally disengage, I can reach the egg-headed dildo on the bedside table behind me.  Now the dick comes out of him, just as the toy glides in.  Ross does an intake of breath.  I fuck him with that for a moment.  Then I push the toy down and push my cock in with it—sliding along the ribbed shaft of the toy. 

Ross is now very full.  I pause.  And then, leaving the toy all the way in him, fuck him as hard as I have yet today.  I fuck him until his legs start to give out—our cue to move around and get him in the sling the usual way.  Once his feet are in the stirrups, the toy goes back in and so does my cock.  I love how tight it makes Ross feel.

I pull out.  Me first, then the toy.  I eat his hole a little as I stroke my cock.  Yup, I need to piss.  I have not hydrated extensively on the journey up, but I sure need to now.  I stand up and hose his ass crack with my pale yellow stream.  As the piss peters out, I move my cock head inside him, giving his ass a slight shower.  I go to my knees and clean up all the droplets hanging on to the hair in his crack and on his balls.  Just licking him hardens me right back up. 

I fuck.

I grab the ass grommet--the toy that adds thickness to my already thick meat.  I slide inside, my cock head poking out the other end of the rubber.  He takes my new girth after two preliminary thrusts.

“That is incredible,” he sighs. “I feel so full.”

*

“Put this on.”  I hand him my leather blindfold with the fleece lining.  He gets it in place and lies back in the sling, expectantly.  I fuck him.  I rim him.  I work his nipples with fingers, then tongue, then teeth.  I fuck my piss flavored dick into his mouth.  (It helps being tall!)  I piss on his crack.  Lick it up and fuck him.  I take some cold water into my mouth and dribble that down him as well.  All about contrast.  Not knowing what is coming next or where.

We flip.  I get in the sling and he spends a lot of time licking my balls and ass crack.   He buries his face and tongue eagerly into me.  I stop stroking and concentrate.  I have just enough piss left to run out of my cock, across my balls and down the cleft of my ass where he is currently tonguing.  He redoubles his efforts to get every drop off me.

*

I have used the speculum on him.

I have been fisting him for the last 15 minutes or so after the medical toy’s stretch.

Fist.

Fuck.

Fist and fuck together.

Fuck.

Piss.

Rim.

Fuck.

I am getting close.  He has tried to give me all of his rosebud into my mouth a couple of times on previous rimming moments, but I have asked to wait for that until it has my load all over it.  Just thinking that thought again makes my balls tighten.

“You want my load?”

“You know I do.”

“You gonna fuck my mouth with your rosebud?”

He groans out some sort of affirmative.

I look down at my cock and how his ass lips cling to it. 

And that’s it.  I blast into him.  Spurt after spurt.

I marinate for a long moment, catching my breath.  Then I go to my knees.  I lick up the cum I have pulled out.  I oval my mouth and he begins to fill it.  He is fucking my mouth with his prolapse as I lick up my cum and swallow…

Though saving a taste for him…

These two images are from our very first meet in 2015.

A Fisting New Year's Eve: Used Holes and One Virgin One

 North of Me—December, 2021

As I sat down to type, it felt a little odd to be writing up New Year’s Eve for today’s post in late February, but as I look back I realize it is right in line with other years.  Since I started the blog, there has almost always been 6 to 8 weeks from the sex to the writing of the sex.  I do like some time to elapse before writing.  It lets the events marinate in my mind.  I would love to eventually get it down to 4 weeks—slightly fresher but still with some rumination time.

 (And maybe I will get my wish as the threat of Omicron cut through a lot of potential January meetings.)

Back to December 31…We were going to fist and fuck in the New Year.  I arrived with the sling and the fuck bench at the home of the Ginger Bear.  I greeted him with a hug and, while he continued in the kitchen, I set up my contributions to the play area in the cool basement.  Mine was the third sling.  They were all in a row at one end of the wood  paneled room.  Just as I was hooking the sling into the frame, the host came down.  He needed to get some supports in a rafter, as there was flogging potential tonight.  He drilled as I screwed the legs into the bench and got it set.  This time I did not raise the middle area, but left it flat.  I had brought the legs supports, so a man could lie on it with his raised legs supported.  (I needn’t have bothered.  The slings were the place to be…)

Five more men were expected.  They began to arrive.  Some were the same guys I’d met at our Halloween Fist event, but there were men new to me, as well.  We were all in a similar age range, but for one who was likely some 15 years younger.  The plan had been to play, break and eat and play again.  It quickly changed to eat a little, play, eat and play.  After a bowl of delicious homemade soup, we stripped.  I added my chaps for some warmth and six of us went down to play, while the seventh stayed in the kitchen and warmed quiches…

 

It has been ages since I have fucked to the sounds of a flogging.  I have the Ginger Bear in the sling.  In the sling next door, the top has gone straight to fingering the hole that will soon take a fist.  I pause in my fuck, pull out and lick GB’s puffy ass lips.  It gets me even harder, so my dick is pumped back into him. 

Next door I watch the top’s hand disappear.  I pull out and grease up my left.  It is always an easy entry with GB.  We know each other well.  He relaxes and I glide into place.  I pull out and add my dick in with my hand.  The top next to us likes this move a lot.  I fuck in between my fingers deep in the Ginger Bear.

The flogging has stopped.  The top was too hard too fast.  He is now using a dildo on the flogged man over in the third sling.  On the other side of me the top is trying for his other hand, the right.  It is slower going.

I pull my dick out and kneel.  I grease up both hands now.  The left goes in.  I add two, then three, then four fingers, sliding them down my greasy wrist each time.  GB loves each extra stretch. 

The guy with the toy in his ass has called a halt and gone upstairs.  The men on the other side of me have success—the bigger hand has been accommodated.  They begin a slow alternation of the left and right. 

This inspires me to try my right hand.  I work the left out, re-grease and slide the right in.  I am stopped at the bridge of my knuckles.  I do a couple of lateral eight finger stretches with both hands and try the right again.  Success.  My right sinks into place.  I pull out and do it again.

“Let’s stop,” says the Ginger Bear.  I can tell he is thinking of the kitchen.  I clean him up with paper towels.  I watch the men to my left a little—and then go up to relax until dinner.

*

After we eat, my first job is to soothe the hole of the man who’d been flogged and used rather roughly with the dildo.    He is in the right sling and worried that his hole is done for the night.  I distract him by talking about dinner and get my left hand up him without his really realizing it. 

It is a short fisting session—but I give him at least half a dozen anal orgasms.  He walks away, spent and happy.

The man who did the flogging has the young man in the sling.  I watch the older man fuck him for a moment.  My cock gets very hard.  They both notice—and both want me to take a turn.  I move in.  The guy’s butt is hairy—as is his chest.  He looks like he’s in construction—and the idea that he wants back to back men up his ass, makes my cock drool.

I lock eyes with him.  “You want my cock up your ass?”

“Fuck, yeah.  You look huge.”

“Fuck him,” says the other top.

Instead I go to my knees and eat the hole the top was fucking.

This makes the top very happy.  “Taste my cock juice in there?”

I grunt.  (I can’t, but it still tastes good.)

I spit one last time into the guy and stand up.  My cock head slaps his balls.  I lock eyes with him again and my cockhead prods his hole.  Once.  Twice.  And I slide right in.  He really wants me.  And he has me.  Balls deep.

“Fuck, yeah!” crows the other top and slaps my ass.

“Oh!  Fuck!!  You feel great…”

I am standing still, not moving a muscle.  Then I begin flexing my cockhead deep inside him.

“Fuck me,” he breathes.

And only then do I begin the long in and out. I build fast.  His ass is a natural.  He loves squeezing down on me.  I fuck him hard and fast—and pull out for the other top. 

He pushes right in and continues the fuck.  I know the top from Halloween—and know he likes a good dick in his hole, too.  I tell him to pause a moment—and I am up his butt. 

“Shit…”

“Do the work.  I’m standing still.”

He does—fucking into the construction guy and fucking himself as he pulls out of him.  It can’t last for long but it’s sweet while it does.  It’s a great mind fuck for all three of us. 

We change around again.  I’ve made the top go slightly soft by being in his ass.  I fuck the hairy guy in the sling until he shoots a load all over his hairy chest…

*

We go up for dessert.

I remind the vers/top who I’d just fucked that he had told me in October, no one had ever gotten a hand in his ass.  He could take bigger toys, but not a fist.  He’s eager to try me.  Down we go, back to the sling.

I do the same distraction method.  Slowly playing with his hole, doing slight stretching.  And before you know it, he was a fist virgin no more…

 

 Full disclosure.  This is NOT a shot from NYE 2021but it’s a really good picture of me in chaps.  Jacob is the welcoming bottom…

Keshawn Takes the Loads

 Indianapolis—December, 2021

A few days after Christmas, I went to Keshawn’s home in Indy.   We both had an itch that needed to be scratched.  I took the sling. It rained heavily, all the way down, lightening up just enough when I arrived not to get myself fully soaked as I grabbed the bags from the car.

I set the sling up behind the couch as Keshawn found us appropriate porn to fuck by—in this case An Epic Orgy with 14 men rutting in a bar.  (And featuring two men, Jake Morgan and Clay Towers, I have had my cock deep inside.)  I slid the tarp under the sling to protect his carpet and we were ready to go…

 

Keshawn stands in front of the couch.  I sit on it to tie my boots.  His huge cock slaps me in the face.  I forget my laces and take him into my mouth.  Fuck, he is so damn thick I feel like I can’t help but scrape him with my teeth—my mouth is stretched so wide open.  But he doesn’t seem to care—or he’s used to it.  He moans as I tongue his piss slit.  I take maybe half of his dick down my throat—I just can’t do more.

He pulls out, kneels between my legs and sucks my drooling cock.  I lean back and close my eyes, letting the tensions of the three hour drive evaporate.  Keshawn doesn’t forget my balls.  He gets them good and wet.

“Let me eat your ass,” I finally murmur.

He heads for the sling, but I tell him to bend over the back of the couch.  He bends, watching the men on the big screen TV.  I kneel, pull his generous black cheeks apart and drill into his warm hole.

“Oh, fuck…”

His hole is so ready for me—just a few pokes of my tongue and he is flowering open.  But I don’t stop.  I lick and spit until Keshawn is groaning.  Only then do I stand up and work my greased cock into him.  He could just take it, his hole is so ready, but I want him to feel every inch as I push it into him.  I stop and pull back each time—giving him just a little more on the forward stroke.  His mouth may not be begging for all of it—but his ass sure is—it greedily takes every inch I give it.

Finally, I bottom out, my overgrown bush grinding against his ass lips. 

“Fuck me!”

I oblige.  Slow and long strokes—letting both of us savor it all.  But I can’t help myself.  I am soon fucking much faster—actually in time with one of the hairy, hot tops on the screen.   I slow down and pull out.  I taste his hole again.  He is so damn juicy—already.  I savor it and swallow.

“Let’s do the sling.”

I get Keshawn into the stirrups.  I love looking at his long, lanky body lying there.  I go to my knees and eat his hole briefly.  I can get my tongue in so much deeper with him on his back.  But soon my cock replaces it.  I thrust hard and fast—truly jack rabbiting his puffy hole.  Keshawn’s breathing is as hard and heavy as my own as I pump into him.  His hand strokes his never soft cock. 

I slow down.  I change to a very deliberate stroke—only giving him half my length repeatedly and then surprising him with the whole shaft.  Each time I give him the full length he groans—and his hand stops flogging himself. 

His ass is getting wetter.  I have to stop and taste him again.   I lick and spit some back into him.  I lick his ass jizz out again and this time I swallow it down.  I stick my cock back in his wet mancunt, get it good and wet and take it to his mouth.  He licks me clean, craning half of his upper body out of the sling.

“Now you know why I can’t keep my tongue out of you…”

I go back and fuck him, hard and fast…

*

I want his ass in a different position.  I unhook the stirrups and move them down his leg from his ankle to his knee.  Then I pull his leg towards his chest and hook the stirrup next to his head.  I do the same to his other leg.  I kneel and rim him deep.  Again, the change of position allows for even more access.  Keshawn is stroking hard.  I stand up and fuck him.  Balls deep on every stroke.  He grunts on every hard thrust.  He is loving it.  His moans are the kind that make me work even harder.

I relax his legs to the regular sling position.  The other is great—but tiring, even for the really flexible.  Once in place, I let him hit the poppers before I fuck him again.  Just as hard.  Listening to the steady smack on my hips on his generous ass cheeks.  Over.  And over.

Keshawn groans—and shoots a massive load all over himself.  I pull out and bend to taste some of it.  Then I coat my cock with his cum.  “Can you keep going?”

“Yes...”

“I am fucking your cum into you.  Take it.”  I have smeared vast amounts of jizz on my rampant cock.  I look down and see it froth around his ass lips.  Keshawn takes it like a man—but I can see the post orgasm fuck is harder for him.  I take a hit of his poppers.  I kneel and lick all the cum off the outside of his hole.  I stand up and sink into him.  I am firing off instantly—replacing all his jizz with a large load of my own…

And the largest snow of December dumped on me for the last two hours of my trip home…

 

An Epic Orgy is from Skynmen  (and recommended!)

Re-post: Ringing In the New Year—One Ass After the Other

 The good news is that I am writing for work.   Good, I hope, creative writing.

The bad news is that it took up the time to write today’s blog post.

And since you really don’t need to keep looking at my dick, let me point you to a hot post from years past.  2017.  All about the New Year’s Eve party I fucked and felched my way through in 2016.  It is called:  Ringing In the New Year—One Ass After the Other.  It takes place in Rod and Brice’s Chicago home.   (You read about them just recently when I caught up with them after years apart on my visit to Palm Springs.

This post has an incredibly high number of readers, according to my Blogger analytics.  But it is now old enough that a ton of my new readers may not have gone back so far in the archive.

 

So here we go with Ringing In the New Year—One Ass After the Other

From The Vault: Anticipation

 From The Vault:  Anticipation

 

I have done this before and I am sure I will again.  I did two photo shoots with a guy who used to contribute to Colt.  He shot hundreds of pictures and dutifully sent them to me.  I have used many, but I keep going back to the emails and finding good shots I never printed on the blog. 

These two pictures are from the On the Tracks series—when we had sex under a bridge by a still used railroad line.  (We paused and hid half naked, fully hard, as the train passed and the photographer waved.)  Both are of warm-up head in the van before we got out to shoot.  I love the camera angle—making by big cock look that much bigger.

 

If you need more, hit the On the Tracks label below this post and it will call them all up.

"Get Me Ready for Your Cock"

 My Playroom—December, 2021

We had talked for a bit on one of the hook up sites.  Perry and I seemed to be quite in tune for a session in my playroom.  We talked about some limits.  We spoke of kinks.  We met on Boxing Day…

 

I am half sitting/half leaning against the top piece of the fuck bench as I watch Perry strip.  I like what I see.  He is a good 10 years younger than I, and beefy as opposed to a bear. He is not quite my height.  As he bends to find his red jock, my cock stirs in my own jock pouch.  I can’t wait to get into him. 

Perry steps into the jock and looks at me.

“Come here.”  I point to the padded floor between my splayed legs.  He kneels.  He takes me out of the jock, sighs and begins not on my drooling cock head—but by licking my balls.  It’s my turn to sigh.  I knew he’d been reading the blog—and he’s remembered how much I like my balls tongued.  I give my cock an occasional stroke while his tongue seems to find every millimeter of my ball sack.

Slowly, his tongue finally leaves my nuts and finds my wet cock head.  He spends just as much time sucking my dick.   This makes me so ready to taste his hole—and I tell him so.  We move around to get him on the fuck bench.  I kneel behind him, pull his generous cheeks apart and then drill my tongue into his pucker.

“Fuck, yeah.   Get me ready for your cock.” 

I slobber into his hole.  Moaning.  His tight hole relaxes with each thrust of my tongue.  I lube my cock up as I do it.  Spit some more—and then I stand, my wet cock slapping his exposed asshole.

“Fuck me…”

My cockhead enters him before he finishes the phrase.  I am literally sucked in until I am balls deep.  I give him a moment…and begin the first of countless fucks over the next few hours.  He is tight and wet—and hungry.  He pushes back to meet me, squeezing down on my cock.

I pull out.  I am hungry to taste his hole again, now that it’s had a cock in it.  It doesn’t disappoint—he is a self-luber and I love the beginnings of his ass slime on my tongue.  It makes me fuck him again.  Harder.  Faster.  Longer.  He rears up on the bench to look at himself in the mirror.  Our eyes connect and he grins before muttering “Fuck me harder.”

I do.

We move to the sling.  

I eat his hole briefly—but I am too eager to fuck him again.  I do a slow, deliberate fuck—to let him feel me invade every inch my cock can reach.  Perry’s eyes have just found the mirror above the sling.  He groans in the back of his throat and begins to pant.  This makes me pick up speed.  I begin thrusting deep and hard.  The sound of my hips slapping his upturned ass fills the room…

*

“Let me put this on you.”  I have the blindfold in my hand.  “You have watched it all—now it’s time to just feel it.”  I let out the strap and buckle it in place.  He looks hot—blindfolded and content—waiting patiently for me to do anything to him.  “I do this for I never want you to know where I will be next…”  My fingers lightly graze his nipples.  One hand runs down his chest and touches his cock mounded in the jock pouch.  The other hand bears down on his nipple, working it hard.  My tongue soon replaces my hand on his nipple—I lick lightly.  Teeth are applied—just grazingly.

I move to his ass.  I slap his pouch with my hard cock.  I fuck him, briefly.  I kneel and rim him again.  I take a sip of cold water and spray it over his ass crack.  He gasps—and I lick it all up.  I do it again. 

I fuck him.

I go back to rimming extra juicy hole.  I do the cold water spit one more time.  I let it drip off him as I stand up.  Suddenly I am pissing his ass crack—the hot piss totaling changing the temperature of his ass.  I kneel and lick it up, savoring the taste.

I fuck him.  I give him a piss spurt as I pull out—so it’s not too deep in his hole.  “Push it out,” I tell him as I kneel.  He does and I swallow it down…

*

It’s my turn in the sling.  Perry sits on the chair and licks my balls as I lazily jack my dick.  Occasionally his mouth replaces my hand—but it is mostly about getting my balls incredibly wet.  When they are—we change places and I fuck him again.  We both love the sound my wet testicles make as they slap his upturned ass.

“Let’s try this.”  I grab the speculum.  

His hole is gaping enough now it slides right in.  I crank it.  After each turn of the key, my finger snakes in and finds his prostate.  His cock is drooling under the fabric—making a stain.  I continue until it is wide enough for me to add my cock.  Perry watches me enter him in the mirror above.  He groans and closes his eyes.

“So full…” he mutters.

I fuck him for quite some time, loving how the medical device changes the feel of his butt.  Finally I crank it shut.  I slide the slender butt plug in him as I show the speculum to him.  I splay the sides open so he can see how far he was stretched.

“Please breed me…”

I set the speculum on the towel under the sling and add the butt plug to it.  My tongue finds his hole.  I rim him with intensity.  My cock rears up—dripping precum.

“I want your cum, man.”

I stand up.  I enter him.  The switch has been flipped.  I am all about myself now.  My need to breed.  I fuck him hard.  He vocally eggs me on.  I grab the upper cross pieces of the sling frame.  I fuck a couple of more strokes.  And my cock begins to fire…

FFist, FFun and FFellowship (and an Equipment Close-Up)

 North of Me—December, 2021

The Ginger Bear and I decided to do a brief meet in the run up to Christmas.  I went north in time to arrive in the middle of the afternoon…

 

The sling is still in the basement.  I am glad the space heater is running.  I drop off my bag and go back upstairs to wait as the Ginger Bear does a last rinse.  When he joins me in the living room, we stay upstairs talking about this and that before we head down a flight. 

Damn. 

The space heater has thrown a breaker and it’s quite chilly.  I toggle it back in place before I strip.  I get my boots back on in a hurry—the floor is cold. I add the jock simply to keep my lube in the waistband.  I kneel and lick his fresh from the shower ass crack, concentrating on opening his pucker. 

I am soon fucking that hole.  Hard.  I have brought the eggheaded dildo.  I add it—and my cock.  I love how it tightens up any hole.  We fuck for a bit, me holding on to the top of the sling frame and letting my hips do the work.

I do some speculum spreading before the first hand goes in.  I crank it open—and add my cock.  I watch his eyes roll back in his head.

The Ginger Bear is always twisting his nipples no matter what it is I am doing to his ass.  This trip I have brought some nipple forceps.  They go on with a nice intake of breath from him and a satisfying snap as the handle locks in place.

My left hand goes in easily after some finger stretches.  Then my right.  Soon, I have one hand in him and four fingers from the other adding a little more stretch.  He sighs.  I reverse the hand in him and stretch with the other fingers.  Both of us like the feeling. Back and forth and back.

There is a toy on his table I don’t recognize.  It looks like a miniature fire hydrant.  The head goes in easily.  I have to work just a little on the bigger rim that finishes the head.  Next on the toy’s shaft are four prongs (the spigots on the hydrant, I suppose.)  I don’t want to just push them all in.  I work to get each to disappear individually with a little ass massage.  There is then another thick ring.  A little more pressure and a little more massage and his hungry hole takes it as well.

And suddenly we are really feeling the chill.

We go upstairs and warm up.  The Ginger Bear fixes a pizza with chicken and barbeque sauce that is amazing…

Equipment Close-Up:  The Fire Hydrant

The Ginger Bear had ordered two of the toys.  He gave one to me.

The Hydrant stands seven inches high.

The top ring is six inches in circumference.

The lower ring is ten inches in circumference.

So, it is certainly not for beginners.  I enjoyed working it into him as it gave me more to do than just grease it up and slide it in.

I would say two thirds to three quarters of the fisting men I know could take it.  For others it will be a challenge.

Equipment Close-Up: The Ball Crusher

 Equipment Close-Up:  The Ball Crusher

If it were all together, it reminds me of a wood block—the musical instrument in the percussion section.  It is handmade and beautifully finished.  All the edges are incredibly smooth.  The middle section has two large holes that you can’t see.

 So his balls go between the lower and middle plate—so they fill the holes in that middle plate.  This looked tricky and Jake did that to himself.

I took the top piece, and loosely fit it over the two long bolts on the side.  Wing nuts are then used to slowly tighten the top piece down on top of his testicles. 

Jake got into the sling so we had a better angle.  Sorry the pictures now are not the best but you get the idea.  As I tighten the wing nuts, the cylinders on the top piece press against his flesh.

Jake likes me to tap the top piece once it is as tight as he can take it.  Hard.

And here are his balls, after…

Guest Writer: Assplay in an Even Colder Climate

(Here, as promised, is Jake's take on our play of the previous post.) 

Gusts of wind and rain had swept through the Wolverine State all night long and well after daybreak. The weather was still bleak, unsettled and lowering when I left home for a two-hour drive down to Felching Pisser’s new quarters, in a lovely town that once was our state capital. He’s been there for a while now, and this visit is my third this year, once in the beauty of springtime, then in the warm weather of early summer, and now in the late fall, in the face of a major “weather event” sweeping across the Midwest.

 

Treetops were tossing, limbs had fallen, and loose brush tumbled across the road as I drove along. But the roads were free of traffic, and I was desperate for a fuck and a fist, so I kept going.  I called ahead to let FP know that I was not far away, since it looked like I would arrive much earlier than we had planned.

 

FP opened his front door to greet me, and we hugged each other.  He was looking well, handsomely dressed and even slimmer than usual, his body very firm to the touch, up and down. Physically we are different in every way, but I love his build and personality nonetheless.

 

It wasn’t long before we descended to his subterranean playroom, not as large as the old one, but much more like a dungeon than a bedroom.  I was soon undressed and harnessed for play (bull dog harness and leather cock and ball stretcher). I wanted to top up my poppers dispenser, but couldn’t find the bottle of Rush I was sure I’d packed for this visit.  When FP fucks or fists you, you don’t need poppers; he will be in my ass before I know it.  However, they are an enhancement to play, but today I will have to do without.

 

We began by standing up and pressing our bodies close together, my soft flesh grinding into his hard and bony body.  As always FP made the first move, working my nipples hard enough to make me lightheaded. My dick stirred and I let out the first moan of the day. I sat on the bed with my head level with his crotch and gave him head for a bit.  Last time I had been able to deep throat him to our mutual satisfaction, but not today.  “The immensity of his enormity” (to borrow a romance novel phrase) was just too much for me.

 

Then it was on to the fuck bench.  FP adjusted my position to his liking and then lubed my hole by rimming me and working his spit into my hole. He lubed his legendary dick and thrust in.  In only a moment or two he was fucking away, and I was up on all fours, rearing back, enjoying what always feels like the best fuck of the year.  A dildo was added to the dick, and we all four fucked on together.

 

Then a much more massive object was shoved into place, and more fucking followed.  I couldn’t see, of course, but FP had gotten out the Oxballs Pig Hole I had gifted to his collection some time ago. He had mounted it on his dick, and then shoved dick and dildo into my sloppy hole in one firm blast.  At some point, either before or after, FP shoved in his first fist of the day, followed by his dick, for a power-assisted fuck.

 

At FP’s command, I lifted myself off the fuck bench and laid back into his sling. FP bound my ankles into the sturdy and handsome cuffs (his brother’s workmanship) that hung from the sling chains, and I happily settled in. The more serious assplay began, but before long the lights went out, and more importantly, the little space heater died on the spot.  A quick search showed that power had gone out for the whole neighborhood. There was just enough daylight from the little window to allow us to keep going.

 

Lots of fucking, fisting, and dildo/speculum play ensued, until we both needed a bit of a rest. I lay on my side, and FP rolled up into my arms.  It was already cold enough to make cuddling a necessity.  I made a quick survey of all the hills, ridges and hollows of his body, letting my hand come to rest on his bulging yellow jock. Then I passed out, until FP was up again and ready to continue.

 

It was time to load my balls into my current favorite toy, a custom-made wooden ball crusher, climb back into the sling and present my balls for his pleasure.  FP went to work, but something seemed to hold him back. He never wants any pain near his balls, and so it may be difficult for him to get into ball crushing; but I enjoy it, and for the first time truly regretted not having access to my poppers. We finally set my balls free from the crusher and went back to fucking and fisting.  FP was seriously working up to a double wide fisting, but for the moment, all I could take was one hand and four fingers of the other. Again, where are the poppers when you really need them?!

 

Time and temperature were taking their toll.  FP works hard at whatever he does, and I am happy to take all he cares to give.  But the room had sunk from pleasantly warm to noticeably cool, and now it was downright cold. I began to shiver a bit, and FP covered my torso with a bath towel.  I pulled it up over my shoulders.  Finally FP decided we had played long enough (we began before 1 pm, and now it was well past 3!).  I agreed and tumbled out of the sling once more.

 

We dressed in record time. I was about to put on my shoes when the bottle of Rush rolled out of the left one! We laughed at the irony of it; I had looked into every nook and cranny of my toy bag, but never thought of checking my shoes. Upstairs again, FP finished changing into street clothes, and we jumped into my Ford Ranger.  We fired up the truck and set out to tour the town while the cab warmed up.  We stopped at a shop to pick up hot spiced tea (two 24 oz. cups) and continued our tour until we were both warm again, inside and out.  The flow of talk never ceased, in sharp contrast to our play sessions, when FP only speaks to give a command, and I grunt, moan and yell, but seldom use any words.

 

In other words, it was just another installment in the long history of our friendship, and one more batch of great memories added to our store. This time together was made all the more memorable for having done all this stuff in a stone-cold room, getting colder every minute. The weather outside may or may not be frightful, but in a playroom you want just a bit of warmth! But one way or another, sex with FelchingPisser is always the greatest of life’s pleasures.