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…

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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…