Fucking and Fisting Away the Cold

 My Playroom—December, 2021

It had been a while since I’d seen Jake.  I always wait for him to contact me for he rarely can get away for a play date.  He had written about a week earlier that he would have some time coming up.  We’d agreed on a day and time—and then Michigan weather stepped in.  A huge cold air mass was sweeping through the Lower Peninsula causing lots of wind damage and power outages.  My place was fine, but I turned on the space heater as the basement playroom was very cold.  We checked in with each other that morning and Jake decided he still wanted to come south…

 

I get a text.  Jake’s running ahead of schedule.  I slurp the rest of my soup a little faster—he’s only 15 minutes or so away.  I get drinking water down to the playroom and place towels under the sling and bench.  The play bed is made and ready.  Toys are on the shelf. 

Lube.

I go upstairs and find the Crisco.  I spoon out as much as I think I might use and take it downstairs.  I select a disc of fisting porn and get that ready to go.  It is feeling warmer.   I shut the door to keep the heat in.

There’s the doorbell. 

I head upstairs.  Jake comes in.  We hug.  I can feel the chill on his coat.  I take it and hang it up.  He grabs his bag and we go downstairs.  I suggest he leave his clothes on the chair behind the door to keep the bed free before I go upstairs to strip.

Jake has his clothes off and his harness on by the time I’m back.  I leave my robe on the doorknob.  It’s just jock and boots for me.  We embrace.  My fingers find his oversized nipples and twist.  He pants.

Jake sits on the edge of the twin bed.  He wants to suck my hardening cock.  It is better if he can get it deep inside his throat before I fully harden.  Not today.  I am erect and he can’t quite get his mouth around it without some pesky teeth getting in the way.  I don’t care—we’re here for assplay not fellatio.

“Get on the bench.”

He does.  I kneel and attack his ass with my tongue.  Jake groans and tells me how good it feels.  I am deep in his hole very fast.  I stand up and slide the dick in—not nearly as slowly as I might.  I just fuck him.  Hard.  His hole flowers open like it always does with me.  I quickly add the egg headed dildo and DP him with toy and flesh.

His ass is so ready for me that I grease up my left hand while he is still on the bench.  I kneel and it’s a straight shot in.  An easy entry.  I alternate between hand and then cock and back again.  I want more.  I grab the Ass Grommet from the toy shelf and slip it over my erection.  It makes the circumference of my cock about the same as my fist.  I grease it up and push all of me in.  Jake yelps but takes it.  So much so that he begins pushing back on my thrusts to meet me.

Sling time.  Jake opts for the ankle restraints instead of the stirrups.  I start with the speculum.  (As if he wasn’t already open!!)  We both enjoy the incremental opening.  And the fuck once the wings are wide enough.  I close it and begin fisting for quite some time.  Lots of first one hand and then the other.  Back and forth.  With an occasion eight finger stretch.

I grab the chain with the medium sized links.  I grease it up and watch it disappear into him, link by link.  Jake loves the heft of it in his gut—and the  stretch as each link slowly emerges as I pull it out.

Back to hands.

Then I use the long toy with the handle.  It fucks his wide open hole to the very depths.  As I switch to the butt plug, the lights go out.  And the heater.  I take a quick look upstairs.  The electricity is out for my whole neighborhood.  There is a small basement style window above the rimseat wall—so we have enough light to continue.

We soon pause for a moment on the bed, Jake holding me.  It’s getting nippy in the room already.  When we get up, he gets his balls inserted in the bottom half of a tight wooden box, shaped like a musician’s wood block.  There is a top that slow screws down to crush them.  Jake lies back in the sling and I slowly work the device tighter and tighter on his testicles.  I drum on the box—sending vibrations through his body.  He wants more.  I hit it harder, finally grabbing the rigid pink dildo with balls and use it as a mallet.

We unscrew it all.  We fuck.  It’s getting damn cold.  I cover his upper body with an extra towel.  I am working for a fisting double…but the cold is just too much.  We have played for quite a bit and his hole can use the break.

We wipe down.  We dress.

And the lights come back on…

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Exactly 24 hours after this entry posts, there will be another post.  A Guest Writer.  Jake has once again written up his version of this play session.  I think you will be intrigued by the similarities…and the differences in how we remember it.  (I made a point of not reading his until I had my piece written.)

In a couple of days I will do an Equipment Close-Up post to show you the ball crusher box.  Lots of pictures of Jake in it—and how it works.

The toys we used….I now take a picture after the cleaning to remind me what was used for the write up….