The Scent Pig: "I'm So Full..."

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Evan Brings His Toys

 My Playroom—February, 2023

Evan came to the playroom on the last Friday night of the month.  He had found me on Asspig, the fisting site, a couple of years ago.  He lives two states away and has driven in each time we’ve met.  We play, eat dinner and then he spends the night on the bed in the playroom.  I think this is his fifth trip to see me.

He had purchased some new toys.  I encouraged him to bring them.  I have my regular ones, but I know that he loves a variety of shapes and sizes up his ass.  He arrived late in the afternoon with a backpack full of goodies for the playroom…

And flowers for me.  Really.  I don’t think any man has brought me a bouquet on a fisting date.  Usually, the only rosebuds in my house are the ones I help nurture while they are in the sling.

Truthfully, I was touched.  And told him so. 

Evan had a drink to relax him from the drive, while I sipped my tea.  We chatted about this and that as I hunted for a vase.  Something, I soon realized, I don’t have.

Eventually he went off to check his clean out and I stripped down, after having found a 19^th century pancake batter jug for the flowers…

 

Evan has made it down to the playroom.  He is in a red jock—and kneeling expectantly.  He is a short man, fit, and has a lovely, pliable ass.  He may be all about his hole, but he loves my cock before fingers, hands and toys.  He pulls aside the still very clean jock I am grunging up for a friend.  He sucks me hard—and eagerly climbs up on the bench.  I snap a picture of his ass before I kneel and tongue his hole open.

My cock goes into him.  All of it.  He is so ready.  I fuck.

I ask if he wants to taste his ass.  He does.  Just the idea of it makes him shiver.  He licks me clean and I go back to fucking.   Soon enough I add the eggheaded dildo.

“This is the one you add your cock with…?” he begins, but breaks off for a popper hit.  The toy glides home.  I stretch it down and add my cock.  He feels really full now.  I fuck.  I pull out, lift the toy up and slide in again, my dick now under the toy.  The first way feels better, so I go back to it.

We fuck for quite some time.  When I need to catch my breath, I go to the speculum.  This is different for him—I usually use it in the sling, when he is on his back.  He likes the stretch and encourages me to open it just a little farther.  It is easily wide enough now to add my cock.  I fuck him again, this time stretched with the stainless steel.

I close the speculum down and insert the small pink butt plug from my collection.  It is too small.  I upgrade to the bigger black one.  I want him to keep the stretch as we take a quick break and move to the sling…

*

My hand is buried in his ass.  No more pictures now with my greasy paws.  I go back and forth between my left and right.  I add my cock when the left is already in him.  I curl my fingers around the shaft and jerk in his ass.  He groans out his appreciation.

I start in on his toys.  Each time, I do the new toy and then go back to one hand or the other.  There is a very standard sized bright pink dildo molded as a cock.  I should have used it earlier, but he still enjoys the change.   I go on to one of the beautiful bronze silicone toys—sort of phallic with a large base—for that knotted feel.

My cock demands some action, so I slip that black ass grommet over my erection.  This supersizes the thickness of my dick inside him.  Evan loves it—and tells me so through his popper haze.

It’s on to two more of the bronze silicone toys, each bigger than the other.  It is fun watching his reaction as they go in.  He recognizes the feel of them, of course, but they feel different as another person uses them on him.  “Almost like they are brand new,” he murmurs, “with you inserting them.”

He suggests some depth play, to take a break from the width stretch.  I go for my graduated balls. He takes the first two with ease, then I work the next two in slowly.  This is followed by my hand inching every deeper into him.  I finger the bend, the second hole, as we call it.  Evan is breathing fast—and we take another break.

Still in the sling, we repeat the toys he liked the best. 

Now, he wants to try the fire hydrant, the toy that was gifted to me by the Ginger Bear.  He takes most of it, but we can’t quite get it all inside, for his ass to snap shut on the thin shaft.

I go back to my hand for a moment.   Evan thinks he may have had enough.

The movie has run out.  We have been playing for three hours.

We clean up and I take dinner out of the oven…

"Can You Load Me?"

 Near Home—February, 2023

My ‘perfect scene’ of filth kept me sated for a bit.  I was back at it on the next Tuesday afternoon, late in the month…

 

I am standing behind a very cute young man.  He is college age, white, and wearing expensive looking clothes—not dressed for this place at all.  He is buying a ticket for both the theatres and the arcade here at the bookstore closest to my home.  He pockets his debit card and turns to look at me.  He looks me in the face.  No reaction.  His eyes travel to my crotch.  And now, he smiles and goes into the gay theatre.

I buy my ticket and, through force of habit, go into the straight one first.  No one is there.  At all.  Why didn’t I just follow the college kid?  I go into the gay cinema.  I can barely open the door as three young men are crowded in the back corner, all with their cocks out.  There is the young man I’d just seen and two young Black men.  One of the Black guys I recognize from here.  He always looks like he’s come here from the law office.  He has a cock my size and the white kid is currently fondling it.  The other young man is slightly scruffier looking with a scraggly beard.  His cock is smaller, but still impressive.  As I sit down, in full view of them, the white college kid reaches for the other cock—he now has one in each hand.

I open my pants and pull out my dick.  The guys in the corner nod at me and let the cute guy feel them up.  Only then do I look around the rest of the room.  The young man, now with long hair, who used to take me to a booth to play, is here, too.  I have pushed his limits enough now that he has no issues with sucking dick in public.  He is seated where he can see the three in the back corner, too.  I get up, my cock swinging, and bring it to Limit’s hot mouth.  He begins to suck me.  The three guys behind the door pause to watch.  The guy with the biggest dick, touches the youngest on the shoulder, clearing suggesting he should be on his knees to service the two dicks, but the kid stays on his feet.

Limits shows off his skills.  He licks my shaft.  He deep throats me.  He goes for my balls.  Occasionally he makes a guttural sound of pleasure.  Once, I pull out and slap my cock on his cheek—and then on his outstretched tongue.  He groans and takes me down again.

The guy with the scraggly beard steps away from the other two and comes to us.  He wants more than a hand.  I watch the bigger dicked guy whisper in the college boy’s ear and they disappear out the door.  I idly wonder which hole of the younger man will get the load.  Scraggly Beard is jerking, watching us.  I gesture for him to come join us.  He moves in and I push Limits’ head over to the new cock.  He takes the slightly small cock deep into his throat.  I grin at Scraggly Beard, who responds by grabbing Limits by the ears and fucking his throat.

Limits finally has to pull off him to get some air.  His hands come up and he guides both dicks into his mouth at the same time.  We are oozing, head-to-head, onto his tongue.  That tongue becomes incredibly busy, mopping up our pre-cum.   The two of us in his mouth can’t stop smirking at each other as we let him pleasure us.

And suddenly he stops.  Limits get up and leaves the room.  Scraggly Beard goes after him.  I am left alone with the movie.  I sit down again and watch.  In moments, Scraggly Beard comes back in.  He walks right up to me.

“He says you fuck.  Will you fuck me?”

“With pleasure…”

Scraggly Beard moves away, kicks off his running shoes and steps out of his track pants, tossing them on the nearest seat.  He has a beautiful butt—two incredibly full cheeks of ass flesh.  He comes back to me.

“You’re big—so let me sit on you.”

He turns, his ass right in front of me.  I look at the hair in his ass crack, jet black against his dark skin.  I hear him uncap his lube bottle.  I lean in and begin to lick his ass.  He gasps.

“Fuck, you rim, too…?” he groans.  “Eat my ass out, man.”

I do.  I can’t get enough of him.  I can’t believe I have this guy’s ass in my face.  I never thought he’d want to get fucked.  His hole is flowering open with the work of my tongue.  He grinds back into me.  I begin to tongue fuck him.  He groans again.

Finally, he stands up straight.  He fingers his very wet hole with his lube.  He moves back to sit on me.  I know I will enter him much more easily if he is bent over.  I stand up and suggest he bend, holding onto the chair where his pants are.

He does.  I kneel and give his hole one more lick—but the lube is pretty foul tasting, so I stand up—and line up.

“Go easy,” he mumbles.

I push slightly.  His ass eats me up.  I just glide in.  SB grunts at the fullness he’s feeling. 

Then: “Fuck me, stud!”

I begin to pump into him.  His hand wraps around his cock.  He jerks in time to the fucking.

“Like that?”

“Love it, man.   You can fuck me anytime…”

I answer by giving his full butt cheek a resounding slap.  His hole spasms around my cock.  He grunts and strokes himself faster.

“Can you load me?”

“Maybe.”  I am so fucking turned on.

“I want to feel you shoot…”

He doesn’t finish the thought, for he is shooting all over the floor.  His ass spasms with each ejaculation.  I give him two more strokes and, surprisingly, give him just what he wants…

The Perfect Scene

 Jackson—February, 2023

Good sex can either leave me totally sated or it can just make me want more.  The second bookstore trip had been fun and it just made me hornier as the week progressed.  I went to another city for more on Saturday afternoon.  The bookstore that had recently transformed the viewing stations into play areas had been slowly building a clientele.  They were out in force on Saturday…

 

I am sitting in a chair watching some less than average straight porn.  But the distinguished looking man, with expertly coiffed grey hair, is giving me a terrific blow job.  He is on his knees between my splayed legs.  He had indicated he wanted to take me to one of the curtained cabanas, but the lure of my cock must have been too strong.  He is slurping noisily away on me, choking himself on purpose.

The noise attracts men, of course.  They arrive one by one to watch from a few steps away—groping themselves.  No one makes a move to join us.  Suddenly the audience is just too much for my sucker.  He gets up and grabs my wrist, leading me into one of the cabanas.  He closes the curtains and unzips himself.  I turn the tables on him for a moment and suck him.  But he really doesn’t want that.  He wants my load—and says so as he pulls out of my mouth.  He kneels again, expectantly.  “You can suck it,” I tell him as he goes down on me, “but I just got here.  I don’t think I could possibly cum yet.”

He tries to prove me wrong.  He adds his hand to the shaft as he sucks.  But it’s too tight.  He’s actually hurting me, not adding to the pleasure.  I tell him I need a break.  And I do, not just from his hand, but because the place is so active today.  I hate being shut away from the rest of the men.

I take a tour.  There is a blow job happening on the overstuffed couch in the gay area.  Another in the Trans porn area.  Guys mill about—maybe a dozen of us.  I settle back in the chair I started in.  The porn loop is better now.  Instantly a Black guy, one of the viewers of my blow job out here, is on my dick.  He is likely mid-30’s.  He shucks his shirt, mid-suck, to reveal a well-built chest.  His cock is out and being stroked, but I really can see as his body blocks it.  He is good, if not great, with his mouth and tongue.  More enthusiasm than skill.

And then he goes to my balls.  Fuck!  Now he’s great.  It’s a thick tongue and it is everywhere on my hairy sack—never applying too much pressure or trying to suck them into his mouth.  I stroke as he licks.  He pauses to raise my ball sack. He is now licking my perineum.  He makes hungry sounds as his tongue and saliva covers all my hair down there.

Finally, he goes back to my dick.  But not for long.  His knees hurt him—and I help him stand.  His cock sways side to side and he rises.  It’s big and thick.  I suck it for a moment as he stands there.  But he is a true sucker, just like the first guy.  His pleasure is in giving.  He excuses himself and goes into the gay room. 

The next time I see him, he is on his knees, going back and forth between two seated men on the couch…

*

I meet up with the tall, handsome white man I have fucked here before.  He is also the man who traded off on Kyle’s hole with me—his first time with someone who is FTM.  We hug.  He, surprisingly, leads me into a curtained cabana room, too.  He goes down on me.  He’s great.  He loves the fact that my balls are wet with someone else’s spit.  He adds his own, too, before taking me into an effortless deep throat.

When he finally stands up, I suck his cock for a moment.  But my hands, resting on his hips, turn him around.  He knows what I want and bends slightly, grinding his ass crack against my face.  I lick his butt.   I get him good and wet.

“You want my dick?”

“Fuck, yes!”

He leans farther over, supporting himself on the built in bench in the back wall of the cabana.  I keep tonguing his slowly opening hole.  He’s a tight fuck, for a man who loves it so much.  I tongue fuck him, leaving him moaning.

“Stick your dick in me.”

I slap my wet cock against his now wetter hole.  I push in—and he takes me, pushing back.  He is impaled on the first stroke with every inch I have to offer.  I stand still.  He huffs some poppers—and I begin to fuck.  He’s tight and wet.  His ass cheeks are hairy, which is a good enough reason for me to slap them, making his ass tighten down even more around my cock.  He beats his own dick like crazy as I fuck.

“Don’t make me cum yet,” he whispers.

I slow down.  Finally, I stop and pull out.  He pivots and cleans my cock up. 

We hug again.

I go wandering, but I know where I want to cum…

*

I am in the Trans room.  I am eyeing a man against the wall.  He stokes a slightly larger than average cock.  I nod to him.  He makes no move to me, he just keeps stroking.  A cubby guy arrives.  I recognized him from previous visits.  He settles right down to suck me.  He’s good, so I let him go at it.  I hope the guy against the wall with let me suck him at the same time.  But he just beats his cock faster.  My cocksucker has worked up a sweat.  He removes his shirt.  Now my hand keeps going from the back of his head to his hairy shoulder. 

The talkative Black man, the unofficial greeter of this establishment and who is a fabulous cocksucker, pokes his head in.

“You’re in good hands with him,” he grins.  “Or should I say mouth?”  He pats Hairy Back on the head.  “Treat him right.”  And he’s gone to find a dick to suck.

Hairy Back is working every trick he knows on me, hoping for my load.  But I know where I want to shoot.  When HB’s knees tire, I go looking for my tall, handsome piece of ass.

I find him in the same cabana, where he has left the curtain open.  The talkative cock sucker is doing him.  Tall & Handsome has lost all his clothes since I saw him last: they lie in a pile on the bench at the back.

“Come in,” says Talkative.  I close the curtain, unbutton my pants and present him with a second big dick to suck.  He is delighted, of course, and goes back and forth between us.  At one point, both our drooling cock heads are in his mouth, rubbing against each other as he tongues us.

Eventually, I go to my knees and begin eating Tall & Handsome’s ass while he’s being sucked.

“You should fuck him,” Talkative says, coming off the big cock for air.

I grunt an affirmative.  Tall & Handsome moans—whether it’s from the idea of my fucking him again or from my rimming or the cock sucking, I don’t know.  I love the taste of his hole after my earlier plowing.  I leave a lot of spit behind.

I stand up to enter him.

Hairy Back chooses that moment to push through the curtain.  He takes in what’s happening and steps up on the bench.  He drops his pants to his ankles.  Tall & Handsome now has HB’s dick in his mouth, Talkative’s mouth and tongue on his cock and me entering his ass.  He stops sucking long enough to groan out a “Fuck me!” before HB’s dick is shoved back in his mouth.

It is the perfect moment for all of us.  Each of us are right where we should be.  I increase the pace of my fuck.  It’s going to take me no time at all.  I grab his hips and plow into his hairy butt.

“Breed him!” whispers Hairy Back.  “Give him that load.”

“You want my cum?” I bark out.

Tall & Handsome grunts something affirmative around the dick in his mouth.  I pump faster.  Talkative has wormed his way between Tall & Handsome’s legs.  I suddenly feel his tongue on my balls and the underside of my shaft.

Fuck!  I explode.  Deep in T & H.  Talkative goes back to sucking as I leave my dick in place, marinating in my load.  When I pull out, Talkative happily cleans me up.  I kneel and catch one drop of my cum oozing out of T & H.  I leave…with them all working to see who will shoot next…

You Never Know: Two Trips to the Bookstore

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Equipment Close-Up: The Spreader Bar

 

Equipment Close-Up:  The Spreader Bar

 

I have always liked cruising the big hardware stores.  No, not that way.  For ideas to use in the playroom.  After all, a simple wooden paint stirrer makes a great paddle—with a whole different feel and sound.  But I digress. 

There seemed to be quite a bit of interest in my homemade spreader bar.  When I first set up the playroom, I knew I wanted one.  I had looked for them online—and while some were affordable, most were incredibly high priced for the amount I would use it.  I decided I could make my own.

 

The pipe is 18 inches in length and half an inch in diameter.  The red caps on the end are there from the manufacturer to protect the threading on the pipe.  I left them there, so they protect any rubbing against the skin or the ankle restraint.  A piece of rope was threaded through the pipe and a simple clip tied to it at either end.

It’s best use, for me, is to use it as I did with Perry in the last post.  Hook it to his ankle restraints, roll him back on the bed or table and get the right angle for maximum penetration.  Either the bottom can hold it, or the top can push and pull it, adjusting the angle.  I have also used it if I have a man attached by his wrists to the sling frame, to keep his legs apart and limit his movement.

All the pieces cost me less than $10.00 at the time I made it.  I had not used it much in recent years—I am glad to get it back into service. 

Restraining Perry

 My Playroom—February, 2023

Perry, after his whoring out at the bookstore with slings (if you need a refresher, it’s here) wanted some one-on-one fucking.  We chatted a little by text. He wanted to wear his cock cage.  I encouraged it.  He admitted some trick had scoffed at his little dick—and he’d found that a turn on.  I made a mental note.

We set a date for the middle of the month.

 

Perry is looking good.  He wonders the house a little, looking at the various antiques as we chat.  But soon enough he is stripping off in the playroom.  I go up to get rid of my clothes.  I have the new jock on again.  It has one nice streak of dried precum across the pouch.  I go down and have Perry take a picture. 

I pull out the thick mat I use for the rimseat and place it by the bed.  He kneels, his cock cage full of his tiny dick.

“Suck my cock.”

He inhales deeply, his face pressed to the fabric, before he does anything.  He mouths the pouch a little.  I must be impatient, for I get my junk out myself.  He pleases me by licking my balls first.  Licking not sucking.  He leaves them very wet—which makes my cock totally stand up.  He hunkers down so his tongue can get under them.  He licks my perineum, too.  Groaning.  In the back of his throat.  As if he is tasting something incredible.  I am glad he loves the taste--for I feel the true smell/taste of a man is right there.  Six hours after my morning shower.  I groan, too as his tongue bathes me.

He now works upwards, across the wet balls and up the shaft I have been lightly stroking.  I let his mouth take over.  I know I am precumming like crazy.  His tongue keeps returning to my piss slit, swabbing it clean.

“Let me taste your hole.  Up on the bench.”

Perry gets in place, checking that he can see himself in the mirror on the side wall.  I go to my knees and dive into his spread ass cheeks.  I wallow in the hairy crack and tongue drill his hole.  I don’t rim as long as some days—my cock is demanding to fuck.  I stand.  My big helmet head pushes in with a slight plop.  Perry pants—and, as his breathing returns to normal, I slide the rest of the way into his tight, wet hole.

I fuck.  Slowly.  Long and deep.  Using every inch of my dick.

“Fuck me harder, Sir.”

I pick up the pace.  I love to hear the sound of my wet balls slapping against him as I pound away.

I pull out.  I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He devours it.  Cleaning me thoroughly. 

“Leave me wet, I want to go back without more lube.”

Perry leaves plenty of spit on my dick.  I like watching it slip through his ass lips.  I fuck him just as hard the second time around, taking pictures as I do it…

*

Perry is in the sling.  Seeing the cock cage, I remember to mention his little dick.  How does he feel submitting to a man with a superior cock?  Does he open his hole to any man who’s bigger?

Perry’s eyes gleam at each sentence.  He pushes back harder, rocking the sling into me.  I can just stand still and be impaled by his hungry ass.  As the momentum he created slows, I grab the D rings of the sling and pull it onto me.  Then push it back and pull it forward again.  Perry’s eyes are on the mirror above him, watching his ass be filled again and again.

“Something new,” I tell him.  I unsnap one the ankle restraints from where they are hanging by the regular stirrups.  I buckle it on his right ankle.  And the same for the left.  “Stay there.”  I leave to lower the middle section of the fuck bench, so it becomes a padded table.  When I’m done, I help Perry out of the sling.   “Sit on the table and lie back, your ass right at the edge.  He rolls back, his head instinctively finding the small head piece there for him.  I grab my homemade spreader bar—a couple of clips on either end of a pipe.  I attach it to both his ankle restraints.  I pull the bar towards him and his ass rolls up into position.  “Hold this.”  Perry grabs it as I go to my knees for a little rimming and a slight re-lubing of my cock.

I don’t spend long tonguing his fucked hole.  I spit in it a couple of times, stand, place my hands on the spreader bar and push my dick inside.  Perry gasps. It’s essentially the same position as the sling, but the feeling of being used must be so much stronger.  I push the bar towards his chest a little more.  His ass is pulled up for a fresh assault by my cock.

I fuck him like this until I know I need to give his legs a break.

“I want to feel your tongue on my balls again.” 

I unclip the bar and get him up and off the table.  I get into the sling, suggesting he kneel on the mat he used before.  I spend a nice ten minutes of stroke time as Perry licks my balls and perineum once again.  Occasionally he stands up to deep throat my dick and then goes happily back to licking me.  Swabbing up all the fuck sweat I’ve generated from fucking him so hard…

*

“I want to try something else with you.”

I am out of the sling and reaching for the wrist restraints.  He still happily wears the others.  I attach them to each of his wrists.  I let the back end of the sling down.  It sways, brushing the towel underneath it, hanging from just the front two chains.  I take Perry’s wrists and attach them to a clip that is dead center at the top of the sling frame.  His hands are now above his head.  I pull him back by the hips so he is hanging there, back arched and his legs spread.  His ass is prominently on display—and ready for me to do anything to it.

I smack it with the palm of my hand.  The sound fills the room and Perry groans.  I go to my knees and eat his ass in this new position.  The helpless feeling of it is really getting into his head space.  His ass is so wet now.  I just add more and more spit.

“You want my cock?”

“Yes, Sir!”

I slap my very hard cock on his ass.  I spit on it, not because it needs more lube, but so he can hear me do it.  I grab him by the hips and enter him.  A little rougher than I mean to…Perry gasps and says:

“Fuck me hard!”

I do.  No warm up now.  Just thrusting with a desperate need to shoot my load…