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…
What a great way to bring in a new year. And a new rear!
ReplyDeleteAlways good to give a guy what he wants.
DeleteI have been spoiled with a lot of great group sex--it's a great way for me to spend NYE!