Stretching Jamie's Hole

 My Playroom—August, 2023

 

Jamie, the man who had found my blog and then reached out, calling me ‘The Hemmingway of Filth,’ was finally wanting to come back to the playroom.  He wanted to be used hard.  I knew he desired toys and hand, not just my cock.   We agreed on a date, in the first full week of August…

 

Jamie is horned.  He is totally naked by the time I get down to the playroom.  There is no oral sex today for me.  He is up on the fuckbench.  Waiting.  He is a man slightly younger than myself, and rather beefy and hairy.  It is a pleasure to go to my knees and begin rimming his hole.  He moans, telling me he can’t wait for my cock inside him.  This makes me rim him even longer—I want him panting for it.  And he is.  Telling me to stick it in him and fuck him hard.

I stand up and do just that.  I sink all the way into his hot ass in one stroke.  I hold for the shortest time before I begin fucking.  Hard and long.  Making him moan and grunt with each thrust.

I slow the fuck and finally pull out.

“Let me taste it!” he groans.  I walk to the front of the bench and feed him my wet cock.  He moans again, loving the taste of his ass on my cock. 

“Get it good and wet. I’m going back in with no more lube.”

He groans and spits on my dick.  I move behind him—and slide in.  His spit feels great and his ass is already making lube to protect itself from my hard assault.  I fuck and slap his upturned butt cheeks.

I pull out.  I taste his hole again before I take my wet cock back to his mouth.  He cleans me up just as hungrily.  I grab the egg headed dildo.  I grease it up and insert it easily in Jamie’s hungry hole.  He knows I am going to add my dick along with it—and I don’t disappoint him.  I am under the toy first, feeling the ribbed shaft on the top of my cock with every stroke.  Now I reverse, I push the toy down and slide into him with the ribs below my cock.  Finally, I stop fuckin and have him clean my cock one more time.

We move to the sling.  I rim him again.  And fuck him.  I grease up the ass grommet that slips over my erection—supersizing the girth of my dick.  He takes it easily, actually begging for more.

I pull out, telling him to look up in the mirror above the sling so he can see the toy hugging my erection.  I fuck him again, once more with it on and then without.  I kneel and grab the biggest of the black plugs.  Jamie loves the girth I am slowly working into him.  The toy does just what I want—to stretch him out—ready for my hand.

I have to wear a glove on my left hand, as I had cut myself in the kitchen a couple of days before.  I really prefer my hands to be bare, but the one is latexed today.  I use my bare hand to slowly crawl into him ever deeper.  My middle finger toys with his second hole.  He tells me again how much he loves this.  I do some regular fist stretching—and then explore his depths again.

“I need a minute—you’re wearing me out.”

I help him out of the sling and toss a towel on the bed, so he can lay down.  We watch the porn on the big screen television.  The Dick Wadd men are opening holes with fists, just like I’ve been doing.

“I think I can take some more—but I’d like to be back on the bench.”

I nod and he scrambles up and gets in position.  I think about eating his hole—but there is now serious lube up there now.  I settle for a brief fuck, before I settle down and do more fisting.  One hand in—and then the other.

I use the big pink ‘realistic’ dildo on him.  He likes the weight of it.  And the stretch.  I stretch his willing hole, giving him the whole shaft until the molded balls are pressing against his ass.  Then go back to my hands…first one, then the other.

“I think I am done,” he pants.  “You destroyed my hole in the best way.”

“Can you still take my dick?”

Jamie grins.  “I hope so!  Shoot your load!”

I stand up.  I slide in.  I have to concentrate, but I am ready to shoot pretty fast.

“Take it,” I grunt out.  “Take my cum in your ass…”

Jamie moans—and holds still as I shoot deep inside his plundered hole…

 

*

Jamie’s first visit is here:  Giving His Ass to ‘The Hemmingway of Filth’

Keshawn Wants More

 Today is a day to post about an August exploit.  Instead, it has turned into a day of travel.  For sex.

Keshawn wants my dick.  He made the trip up here last time, so it’s my turn to pack the sling and hit the road.  By good fortune, the owner of the jock, that I am wearing to ‘destroy,’ asked for some Keshawn DNA to be on it.  There is some, but today will be all about anointing the jock with a lot more.  Pictures will be taken!

Which brings me to my gift for you, for putting up with no new written post.  Here is a retrospective of Keshawn for your, um, viewing pleasure.  (Where your fingers wander as you view them is not my concern…)

Mouth and Ass...and Mouth

 My Playroom—August, 2023

The first Wednesday of the month Kieran was back in the playroom.  I’d met him in the bookstore where his oral talents were on display.  He’d come to the playroom once before for a good pounding.  (Here is a link to his first adventure in the sling:  Like I’m In Some Damn Porn Flick).  I knew that Wednesday was his ‘alone’ day, so I was pretty sure I’d hear from him at the top of the week.  I did.  And now, here he was on my doorstep. 

“I don’t have too long.  I think the wife’s home earlier today.”

He was eager to get downstairs.  I sent him down to strip and I did the same up in my bedroom.  I went down and sat on the bed, naked but for a jock and boots… 

 

He looks good—thickly built with that long beard.  I stand up and he takes my place.  He reaches for the waistband of the jock and pulls me towards him.  I can feel his hot breath through the fabric.  He inhales deeply and then moves the stained pouch to the side.  His hot tongue goes to my balls.  He licks them, as we both watch my cock grow from plumped to fully erect.   He ignores my dripping dick and just continues coating my hairy balls with his saliva.

Finally, he goes for my cock.  He takes half of it on the first go.  Then all the way down, my wet balls slapping into his full mountain man beard.  He gags, to his delight, and pulls off me.  He slurps the deep throat spit off my cock shaft and then does it again.

We spend a long time here.  Kieran loves anal sex, but he is a cocksucker at heart.  And a great one.  I let him go back to my balls, getting them just as wet again. He lifts them and cranes his head around so he can lick my perinium.  Then it’s back to my cock.  He concentrates on just the precumming head at first—but soon he can’t stop himself from taking me to the root, over and over.

“Let me eat your ass.  I want it as wet as my cock is right now.”

He goes to the bench without my telling him.  He gets in place.  I kneel and eat his very hairy ass crack which is spread wide by him kneeling there.  I tongue drill his hole.  It flowers open as he begins moaning in time to my tongue thrusts.  I add lube to the spit covering my cock.  I stand up and slowly slide in.  I stop about halfway and let him adjust to the stretch.  His hole tightens for a moment and then relaxes.  I ease the rest of the way in.  He pants—and I begin to fuck.  Long and leisurely strokes.

“Damn, that feels good,” he groans. 

I continue at this speed for a bit, before picking up the tempo.  Soon my hips are slapping full strength into his full and hairy butt cheeks.  I pull out.  I don’t remember if he does ATM or not.  But he swivels his head around, expecting me to bring it to him.  I do and he licks my cock clean of all his ass juices.

I go back and fuck him one more time.

I know his knees are not the best—and though the padded bench seems to be working for him, I suggest the sling, so he can get on his back.  He jumps in.  Literally as the sling is set high for my long legs.  He reclines and I get his ankles in the stirrups.  I kneel and rim his well fucked hole.  It is just showing the slightest signs of gaping.  I want to make that happen.

I stand up and fuck.  Hard.  The sling rocks and Kieran moans out his pleasure.  I stop and pull out abruptly tasting my handiwork.  I rim—and then fuck him again.

I go back to exploring his open pucker with my tongue.  Again, he groans and tell me I can do anything to him.  I grab the medium sized black butt plug.  I lube it up and push it into his well-used manhole.  He is surprised—but loves the stretch.  I beat the on base of the toy.  His hole ass spasms.  I work out the toy and replace it with my dick once again, fucking him hard and fast…

*

We take a break from all the fucking.  Kieran is by nature more of a cocksucker.  And such a good one.  We stretch out on the bed and in moments, he has moved around so he can suck my cock.  He is doing repeated deep throating of me.  The angle is not quite as good as before, so I suggest he lick my balls again.  He does—and I jerk my dick without really thinking about it. 

Eventually his tongue works up my shaft again.   He swallows me down.  We’ve found the right angle again.  He takes me down repeatedly.  Often choking himself.  He coats my cock with his deep throat spittle and then cleans it all up.  Again and again.

I suddenly feel my balls pull up.  I can’t quite believe I’m going to shoot in his mouth and not his ass.  But I am so close, I just go with it.  I groan—and he instantly senses what is happening.  He takes just the head in his mouth and his thick fingers wrap around the rest of the shaft.  His hand barely moves—but the pressure is great.  His tongue is relentless in it’s moving over my cock head and into my piss slit.

“Fuck!”

I am still surprised—even at the moment when I start spurting into his mouth.  Blast after blast, his tongue swirls it away, swallowing my seed.   I will myself to just him drain me, no matter how super sensitive I get.

I can’t seem to stop spurting, but of course I do.  He finishes the clean-up, pulls off my dick and grins.

“That was better than at the bookstore!”

I smile. 

And he’s in great time to get home before the wife…

Triple Decker

 

Well, it’s not even the end of August and I have already written up all the sexual adventures I had in July.  I knew this was likely to happen as I’ve increased the frequency of my posts.  I do love not having to make so many notes about what I will want to mention right after the sex.  The old two-or-three-month lag necessitated my jotting down highlights (or lowlights.)  I like to think that needing to write it up faster also increases the freshness of my reliving it in words.

Only you, my readers, can judge that.

*

These last few months I have been traveling to more events:  CLAW, IML, Fornication Weekend, the Chicago piss party, the Horse Market, etc.  It’s good to be out of the playroom or just the bookstore—though I would argue there is, lately, a lot of variety happening in the latter.  More men have found it (again)—and are using it for sexual release.

*

 

I came across this picture in a small picture file I have of porn shots that are not me.  I saved it for inspiration, I think.  I have had a double decker of mounded ass for rimming and fucking, but I don’t think I have ever lucked into a triple.

Volunteers?

From One Extreme to the Other

 Near Home—July, 2023

I had had such a good time on the Sunday afternoon at the bookstore, (written up in the last post) I went back at the same time the next week…

 

I sit in my favorite seat on the straight side, against the back wall.  The first person through the door is the same older Black man from last week.  He grins.  He wants more.  He unzips and I go to work.  He is rampant.  I am still sitting and remember that going to my knees gave me a better angle.  I do it.  But now his cock is softer.  He nods and encourages me, but the hardon is diminishing by the minute.  He’s flustered and I’m sure is thinking too much about it. 

We try it with him sitting down—and that’s worse.

He zips up and tells he’ll come find me if he can…

I sit back down and stroke.

A few men come in, look around and leave.  A very large Black man, new to me, stays.  He sits next to me.  He is handsome, bearded and carrying a tremendous amount of extra weight.  His eyes are all over my cock.  And soon his hand is on it, too.  I think back to the massive guy who gave me fabulous head last week.  I glance over.  This guy is hungry, I can tell.  I look away, then:

“I want to suck you.”

I nod, and stand, thinking that will be easier for him.  He grins…

And pulls out a condom.  He rolls it down my cock.  It is black latex and thick.  He begins the suck.  I can feel literally nothing but the pressure of his lips and thick tongue. 

I close my eyes.

“Are you close?”

My eyes open in disbelief, but manage a civil “No.”

He sucks some more.

“I want you to rip it off and cum all over my face when you are ready.  Spray it all over my beard.”

I have had enough.  My cock isn’t limp—but it is nowhere as hard as when he started.  I make my apologies and go to the gay theatre.

A white guy, around my age, sits in the cocksucker’s chair.  He is short and rather beefy.  I sit on a two-person bench against the side wall.  We watch the movie.  Suddenly he gets up and walks over, sitting down next to me.  “I know what you need.” 

Like a good cock sucking, I think.  He reaches and begins to stroke my dick.  It’s a pleasant warm-up. 

No, that is all he’s going to do.  He jerks my cock.  As he senses that I’m not ready to explode at his mere touch, his grip tightens.  He works harder. 

Now he is squeezing and it hurts.  I tell him so.  Nicely, I think.  He says nothing but I can tell he is offended.  He goes off to the arcade.

I stroke myself—with more feeling and without the death grip.

The door opens and a white man, a good ten years older than I, shuffles in.  He makes a beeline for me and sits next to me.  His very soft hands feel much better on my cock.  Then he bends and kisses the underside of the shaft.  He moves, wanting to kneel in front of me.  I help him down.  And he kisses the shaft again, little butterfly kisses.

Over and over.

And that is it.

Little licks.

“Do you want to suck it?” I ask, trying hard not to put any edge in my tone.

“I am.”

He continues.

“Try putting the head in your mouth.”

He sighs.  He does it and not too well.  Here is a man bringing decades of potential skill to my cock—and his damn lips brushing the underside of the shaft is better than him taking me into his mouth.

He goes back to what he seemingly does best.  I put up with it for a few minutes more—and have suddenly had enough.  I thank him and go back to the straight side.  Fuming.

The same day of the week (and even one of the same people) as last week and it is a total bust this time, anything but the cum sloppy afternoon I had before.  I should know better.  

And then that right person walks in.  He is white and somewhere between 35 and 40.  He is tall, and slim.  His jeans are tight, showing off a glorious ass and rounded bulge in front.  He goes right to his knees and sucks my cock expertly.  His left hand is opening his jeans as he takes me into his practiced throat.

Finally, he comes up for air.  Grinning broadly.  He stands up.  A thick, curved cock swings back and forth.  I suck him for a millisecond, before he turns and leans against the back of the bench in front of us.  His ass is delectable, mostly smooth with a tangle of hair in the crack.

“Eat my butt out…”

I don’t wait for a second invitation.  He’s tight.  My tongue constantly needs to drill into him. 

“I wish you could fuck, but you’re too big.” 

I groan but don’t stop worming my way into his hole.

The first Black guy comes back in. I don’t know if the sight of sex will help his erection issues—but I can hear a cock being sucked.

I lube a finger and use it to help open his hole.  He groans and encourages me.  I alternate between finger and tongue.

Eventually, we try my cock.  It fits perfectly.  “Oh, fuck, yes!” he chortles.  And goes back to the ebony cock in mouth.

I fuck.  I love seeing him with two dicks in him.  It makes my cock drip inside.

I keep up a steady pace.

“Breed me,” he grunts out.

It won’t take much more time.  After all the frustration, this is perfect.

“Fuck him with that big dick of yours,” says the man in his mouth.  He has hardened up, at least some, from the actual porn in front of him.

A few more strokes—and I shoot.  All the pent-up frustrations of earlier in the afternoon, disappear with each spurt…

Helping Fulfill a Fantasy

 Near Home—July, 2023

I had a brief work gig that kept me from playing for two weeks.  Fortunately, my return to the bookstore, on a Sunday afternoon in late July, was worth the wait…

 

I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight video theatre, but I’m not doing any sucking.  Yet.  The movie is good and the perpetual traffic through the door leads me to believe that it will be a fun day.  I stroke.  Lots of guys eye my cock, but no one makes a move.

A very large white man comes through the door.  He stands next to me, leaning against the wall.  He is likely around my age and is mostly bald but for a slight fringe in back.  He asks politely if he can sit next to me.  I am truly not sure there is room, but I say yes.  He sits.  We watch the video—well, I do.  He is watching my cock.  Without warning he leans over and takes me into his mouth—no, his throat.  He takes me to the root effortlessly.  His mouth is velvet.  I groan, surprised and pleased. 

My moan makes one of the men stand up who is sitting in front of us.  He moves to stand next to me, watching the guy swallow my dick repeatedly.  The new man unzips and strokes a decent sized dick.  I can tell he’s getting ready to shoot.

“Don’t waste it.”

He turns and I swallow him down, just like the big guy is doing to me.  Except I get a big load of cum in my mouth.  I swallow and the guy let’s me clean his dick.  He zips up and leaves.  My cocksucker is aware but has never slowed his pursuit of the same thing. 

But my staying power is tiring the guy.  He comes up for air.  I tell him how great it felt.  He takes off, but says he will come back for another round.

I stroke.

The door opens.  A Black man, around my age, comes in.  I have not seen him before.  He has a fair amount of gray in his hair.  He is maybe 5’8” with a medium build.  He has a slight gut.  And a big dick, which he pulls out and strokes as he stands next to me.

He leans over and whispers “I’m usually biggest, but you got me beat.”

I shrug.  “Not by much.”

“Suck me?”

I don’t answer.  I just let him invade my mouth.  I have to work at this one.  The angle is bad with me sitting and him standing.  I go to my knees.  I like this better—and so does he from the vocals he is now making.  I suck and lick.  I pay particular attention to his balls.  They are fragrant—it’s a hot July day after all.  I lick and moan a little myself.

Soon he wants to sit.  He drops his walking shorts and the underwear to his ankles.  I go back to my knees.  It’s easier yet to swallow him down and stay clear of the very hard gut.  I lick his balls again.  He holds my head in place, not letting me come up for air until I have licked his perineum, too.

“Oh, fuck...” he moans.  I swallow his cock again and then his load.  It’s huge.  Those balls have been working overtime.  I just keep swallowing as he unloads.  He thanks me and leaves the room.  I stand up, a little shakily, and sit back down…

*

The very large man is back and on my dick.  He is appreciative that he found my cock covered in precum from the marathon sucking I just gave.  Once again, as I am sucked, I am given another load to swallow—this time from a regular who often sucks me.  This makes the huge guy work harder.  But I am still nowhere near shooting.

He leaves—this time for good.

An attractive man, a kind of ex-college sports type, fast approaching 45, comes in.  I often fuck him here.  He has only recently discovered PrEP and the joy of raw sex.  I think, ‘this is perfect’ as he comes towards me.  He sits next to me.

“Do you remember that time you and I shared a guy?”

I don’t particularly, but it sounds likely, so I nod.

“I shot in him first and you ate my cum from his ass.”

I still can’t quite remember the incident, but it sure sounds like me.

“I love doing that,” I venture.

“It looked so hot.  I want to try it.”  He is so excited as he keeps talking in a hushed whisper.  “I found this cute bottom.  I want you to fuck him first and cum in him so I can…what’s the word?”

“Felch.”

“Yes!  And then fuck in your load.”

“Sure.” 

“He’s in the arcade.  Meet us in the gay room.”  He bustles out the door.

I go over to the deserted gay cinema and sit.  They both come in, just a few moments later. The bottom is indeed cute.  He’s a college kid likely from the local university:   short, dark, shaggy hair and decently built at a local gym (at least according to his T-shirt.)  He is not put off by my age at all, especially once he sees the size of my cock.  He strips down to just gym socks.  The other top takes off his pants, leaving on his tee.  He strokes his cock as I suggest the young man kneel on the seat of a chair.  I kneel behind him and eat his hairless ass. 

“Fuck that big dick into him,” groans out the recent PrEPster.

I stand up, slap my lubed cock on one of his hairless cheeks and push in.  He grunts—but takes me with no issue.  This young man has talent.  He squeezes my dick in welcome, then relaxes as I begin to plow.

He is wet and hot, and suddenly I realize I could cum.  I slap his ass and pick up the tempo.

“Breed him!” whispers the other guy.

“You want my load?”  I want to hear it from him.  But he only nods.  “Say the words,” I grate out as I get very close to the edge.

“Breed my ass, daddy!”

And that does it.  I shoot deep and hard into his butt.  I hold in place for minute, letting my cock drain.  I pull out and move to have it cleaned up by the bottom.  He does, loving every minute of it.  I am also watching the other guy kneel behind the ass I just bred.

“There’s cum leaking out…” he whispers.

“Do what you want to do…” I say firmly.

He hesitates another moment, then buries his face in the cleft of the young man’s ass.  He whimpers.  I can’t see his cock—but I can see his hand come up off of it.  He laps noisily for a minute before pulling back.  “So hot,” he says as he stands up.

“Fuck in my load—there’s no better lube…”

He sinks his regulation 6 incher into the young man’s bred hole.  The top gasps—which quickly turns to a groan.

“I’m not gonna be able to last…” he mutters.

He begins a quick fuck.  The young man is getting off on the scenario, too.  “Add your load to his, man…” he grunts out.  “Make me your cumdump.”

In just a few more strokes, he shudders and shoots into the young man.  He stands stock still, shaking.  The bottom gets off the chair and bends over to clean the second dick out of his ass.  I go to my knees to taste the mingled loads deep inside him…

Guest Writer: Jake in Hog-Tied Heaven

 (As promised, here is Jake's take on the same play session.)

JAKE IN HOG-TIED HEAVEN

 

It was July and on short notice I learned that I would be free to travel on a Friday. I sent a text to Felching Pisser: “Where in the world are you these days?” Those who know have frequently FP travels to all points far and near will understand the question. It turned out that FP was in fact home from his travels for a brief time and free to play.

 

Friday was a beautiful day in Michigan, but due to a change of route I was a little late in arriving.  But I was ready to play when I walked through the door, so we headed to the dungeon.  I stripped off my street clothes and finished my prep for play, as did FP.  On other occasions we enjoy a little foreplay, but today FP dispensed with almost all preliminaries and sent me to the fuck bench.  When your man is in the mood to fuck, what else to do but straddle the bench and relax the asshole?

 

FP rimmed me for a bit, and then teased my anus with his massive dickhead.  I began to be a little impatient, knowing what was coming, but FP didn’t keep me waiting for long.  He was soon driving his dick balls deep into my ass, but with more than the usual force.  As always it made me want to fuck back, and soon I was up on my knees and shoving my ass onto FP’s shaft.

 

Then out came the huge speculum and FP shoved its cold probes into my ass and adjusted the width of the opening to his liking. He was soon fucking again until I began rearing back and rammed the handles of the speculum into his balls.  So there was a brief pause while the device was adjusted to prevent any further such assaults. I must say that as scary as the speculum may look, it is entirely comfortable in place, and it certainly gives FP a lot of pleasure as a fucking top.

 

Next came “fuck Jake with an added dildo” time. I can almost tell which one is in use by feel; the added dildo gives me a lot of extra stretch, and at the same time, fills some of the open asshole to give FP more fucking pleasure. We had another chat about which position was better, dildo over dick or dick over dildo?  I like the dildo over dick position because then FP rams it in with his pubic bone while he fucks me. 

 

Now all of this will sound familiar to readers of past accounts, but it was different both in intensity and duration. Simply put, we were fucking much harder and for a much longer time than usual. Finally FP pried me off the fuck bench and let me stagger over to the bed.  He was about to order me into the sling when I mustered up my courage to raise a protest. “You didn’t let me deep throat your dick!”

 

Deep throating the FP penis has always been a challenge for me, and it has taken me years to do it to FP’s satisfaction. At first I would lose control and use my teeth to chew on the big meat, and was rebuked for such presumption more than once.  And then it was a problem if the dick was fully engorged, because it was simply too long and too big to swallow.  But in recent times I had succeeded at least a few times in taking it all balls deep.

 

So I felt cheated of a chance at least to try again. When I asked for it, FP presented his dick for swallowing, and of course it was as big as ever after all that fucking.  I took a deep breath and went down on the dick, and gulped it down.  I could feel the length and girth of it slipping down my throat without a hitch. I didn’t even gag.  So I did it again and again, until I was shaking with delight and could not put my thoughts or feelings into intelligent speech. 

 

FP then pointed to the sling, and I climbed in if only to rest and to avoid falling over completely.  But I soon was climbing out, because FP wanted to raise the sling to what he called “a good fucking height.”  When I was back in the sling FP strapped on his pair of leather ankle restraints, which I prefer to the stirrups for my legs. Sometimes I beg to have them on just to wear while we play. With my legs chained into position, the fucking resumed, and some fisting began.

 

But then FP stopped and asked if I knew what a hog tie was. I certainly did, but it was something new for us. So my feet were unchained from the sling. FP converted the fuck bench into a platform, and I climbed on, facing upwards. The matching wrist restraints were strapped on, and my feet were then hooked on to the ends of a spreader bar, raising my ass up and bringing it into fucking position.  It was hot as fuck just to be tied in that position. FP fucked me for a while in that rig but then he brought out his new hog-tie link, a leather cross with four steel rings. Would I like to try it?

 

Well fuck yeah I would! In a moment my hands and feet were hooked to the hog-tie link, and there I was on my back, arms and legs locked in place. I was completely helpless. My feelings exploded and my ass gaped open. FP fucked and fucked.

 

But the platform was really too low for FP, so he undid the hog tie and sent me back to the sling. He secured my feet on place, and began lubing up. But again I had to protest. “You haven’t retrained my arms!” In fact we had never played in this way, with me fully restrained. I was now begging for it. FP cleaned off his hands, and soon I was locked in position. Once again came the surge of feeling from deep within. The fucking and fisting continued.

 

We did take a rest for a bit before going back to the sling again. After some deep sleep, I reached out for FP’s dick and found it was ready for action once more. So we were back in the sling again, but this time I insisted from the first on full restraints, and even a blind fold. All of the heavy fucking had worked my ass into a state of high excitement, and fisting had become unbearably intense. So FP went back to fucking, but I soon realized that he had moved beyond maintenance level fucking.  He was going for the big finish and I wanted it all.  I lay there in the sling bound hand and foot and let him slam into my ass with explosive force.

 

He shouted, shuddered, and shot his load. I had been urging him on to the end.  But in the moment when I should have been perfectly still and let FP marinate inside me, I thoughtlessly coughed and shot his dick out of my ass. It was a rather shocking way to finish, but it couldn’t be helped.  So ended a session that for once was more of a fuck fest than a fist fest. And a new thing, being fully restrained for sex. But I went home just as happy and high as ever.

Restraining Jake to Work his Hole

 My Playroom—July, 2023

I heard from Jake, a longtime fist bud.  Readers likely remember him from all those pictures of his testicles flattened in his ball crushers which he brings with him.  Jake suddenly had tomorrow off.  I usually like to plan a little more in advance, but I had the time and I told him so.  After all, we had not seen each other for a number of months.

He arrived a little late—not like him at all.  But it seems like half the roads in Michigan are having some sort of work done on them making traffic crawl at times.  I took him down to the playroom so he could strip.  I went back up to do the same, before clomping down the stairs in my boots…

 

I want to eat his ass.  And I want to fuck it.  Right now.  I have Jake get on the fuckbench.  I kneel and dig in, my tongue reaming into his hole.  Jake groans and tells me to fuck him hard.  I stand up and slide in.  His hole is always welcoming—and he takes me to the hilt in one long, slow insertion.  I bottom out, pause for a count or two and begin the fuck.

Hard.  My pelvis is slapping his ass cheeks—the sound filling the small room.

I pull out and have him clean my dick.  He loves the taste and I push back into his ass and fuck him just as hard or harder.  I decide to stretch his ass.  The speculum comes out.  I grease it up and insert it inch by inch.  Then the slow crank open, the metal medical device opening his ass for me.  I get it wide enough so I can add my dick.  I always love this moment—the metal and the flesh sheathing my rampant cock.  I fuck, a little slower now, enjoying the dual sensation on my dick.

I crank it shut and remove it.  I move on to the egg headed dildo—my old reliable.  I work it into his now welcoming hole.  The head is big; the shaft is thin.  My dick pushes in with my cock on top of the toy, reveling in the ribbed shaft of the toy on the underside of me. 

I fuck him like this for quite some time.  Then I reverse; I go under the toy.  This makes for a tighter fit in his hole.  But I fuck him.  Hard and with purpose.

I want Jake in the sling, but we take a break for a moment on the bed.  He asks if he can deep throat me.  I know he loves it, but it is often not a pain free experience.  I let him go for it and am pleased there are no teeth contact on my head or shaft.  He does it a couple more times—but I want him on his back.

We move to the sling.  He loves the ankle restraints, not the stirrups so I use those. I eat his hole—and fuck it.  I use the big butt plug on him.  He’s now ready for my hand.  I get the left in easily, with me on my knees.  Now I stand, do it again and add my dick alongside my wrist.  Jake moans.

I go to the toy shelf once more.  The ass grommet slides over my very hard dick, supersizing the thickness of me.  The bare head of my dick sticks out from the latex.  I fuck him with the grommet in place until we are both breathless.

I ask if he’d like to use the hogtie.  Of course, he would.  I lower the middle of the fuck bench to make a padded table.  I get him out of the sling and on to the it.  I take a moment and add the wrist restraints on him, too.

I start with just his ankles attached to the spreader bar.  He pulls the bar toward his head and it rolls his ass back and up so I fuck him at a great angle.  I let him rest for a moment and do it again.  Then I pull the hogtie clip out.  All four restraints are hooked right together, over his chest.  I push down, towards Jake’s nipples and my dick slips into him again.  I pound.  He screws his eyes shut and goes into his ‘I’m restrained’ head space.  I keep up the pressure by pushing the clip down and fuck him for quite some time.

We go back to the sling.  Jake now wants his hands restrained here, too.  I truss him up.  I rim.  I fuck.  I fist.  I pull out the biggest toy and watch each hump of the shaft disappear inside him.

We take a break on the bed.  Jake falls asleep for minute—a good restorative nap.  I watch the porn.  (Gluteus Maximus from Dick Wadd.  I like my playroom porn to mirror the kinds of things we are doing, so it’s different for each hook up.)  When he starts awake, we go back to the sling.  I restraint his legs.  Arms.  He asks for a blindfold.  I put it on him and take pictures so he can later see how trussed up he is.

I fuck.  I use my left hand in him a little.  But I know it’s time to get off.  There is a lot we have not done this session, things that we often do.  But the need to breed is right there.  I fuck him hard, with long, fast strokes.  In no time, I grab the aluminum frame for support and empty my balls into the restrained, blindfolded man who is moaning in front of me.

 

Once again, Jake has written up his version of events.  The moment I post this, I am about to read it for the first time.  I will be curious to see how similar or how different his account will be.  It will be posted for you 24 hours after I post this piece.

Pointing Up and Pointing Down

 Near Home—July, 2023

 

The bookstore I go to so frequently has many regulars. They seem set in their habits, too.  If you go on, say, a Wednesday afternoon, you can be fairly sure you will know a handful of men from the previous Wednesday.  We are creatures of habit after all.  So, mid-month, I decided to go at a different time and day.  And I found an entirely new collection of men…

 

I sit by the wall in the straight theatre.  There is a blow job being given from the man in the cocksucker’s seat against the back wall.  Two other men are standing against the wall, stroking and watching it happen.  Across the aisle from me is a very old man.  He looks up at the screen and kneads his trousers.

I take out my cock and stroke.  The door opens and an Asian man comes in.  He is likely in his mid-thirties and beginning to thicken up around his waist.  He stands at the back for a moment, looking at the blow job still in progress.  He smiles and takes out his cock.  In just a few strokes, he notices me looking at him.  He walks towards me, obviously wanting some head.  He removes his hand.  His cock is not large, but it is pointing straight up at a very sharp angle.  I take it in my hand and try to pull it down so it’s an easier glide into my mouth.  Instead, I have to hunch forward at an odd angle to take him. 

He groans the moment my mouth sucks him in.  He grabs my ears and begins thrusting.  His cock keeps hitting the roof of my mouth.  I try to squirm around to help him get into my throat, but it’s all over before I can do it.  He floods my mouth with cum.  He holds me in place as I swallow; his cock deflates while still in me.

He grins—and then adds: “Next time you can fuck me” before he goes out the door. 

A very young man, one of the watchers on the back wall, comes down to the older gentleman across from me.  He finds the man’s footed cane, gives it to him and helps him stand.  You can tell he must be a caregiver from the practiced way he gets the older man on his feet.  With the cane on one side and the young man on the other, they slowly make their way out the door. 

I watch the movie.  The cocksucking behind me comes to a noisy conclusion.  I give them mental points for never stopping, even with all the traffic in the room.  I decide to go next door.  I shove myself into my pants and go out.

The gay theatre is active, too.  It takes me a moment to realize that the old man is sitting next to his young caregiver on the far wall.  The caregiver is sucking a tall, lanky man—who is totally naked.  The old man is fondling the very hard cock of a man who looks like a trucker.  I lean against their wall and watch.  The trucker, realizing the old guy isn’t going to suck him, leaves.  

I watch the care giver’s hand graze against the naked butt of the guy he’s sucking.  This gets a vocal reaction.  I move around and take my dick out.  I let the old man hold it and occasionally give it a slight squeeze.  The caregiver is not getting his naked man very hard—and I am sure that the naked guy doesn’t want head, but a good fucking.

“This one,” says the old man.

The caregiver looks at me and takes me into his mouth instead.  He seems incredibly inexperienced at doing it.  The old man watches my dick go into the caregiver’s mouth.  But just as suddenly he touches the caregiver’s thigh, who stops sucking and quickly helps the old man up and out the door.

I look at the naked man.  “Now that’s a relationship you don’t see every day…”

He grunts and says “Fuck me?”

I stand up, turn him to lean against the side wall and go to my knees.  He groans as my tongue hits his tight pucker.  Now that my tongue is in him and I am spreading his butt cheeks apart with both hands, I realize this guy is a shade older than I first thought.  He’s likely pushing 40 and in great shape.  I eat and lube myself up.  I stand.  He’s too tight.  I go back to my knees and work harder.  I try again.  Not happening.  I kneel and use my fingers this time.  One is great.  Two feels like work for a moment.  And then I know I can get to three—the thickness of my cock.  I do.  The guy is jerking his semi hard and moaning.

This time I stand up and insert my cock.  He gasps.  I wait. 

“I’m ready.  Fuck me hard, but don’t cum in me.”

Now he tells me.

I fuck with him standing, his two hands planted against the wall.

I fuck him bent over the back of the chair.

A man, around my age, with a massive wedding band, comes in and sits in the cocksucker’s chair, his eyes riveted to us.

I nod to him and keep fucking.  The new guy pulls out his dick.

“I think you’re gonna make me cum,” groans the tall guy. 

I fuck harder.

“Pull out so I can shoot.”

I pull out, go to my knees and take his cock in my mouth just as he begins to spurt.  He groans and gives me my second sizable load of the afternoon.

“Do that to me,” says married dad.

I don’t bother to get up.  I just crawl over to him.  His fat dick shoots the moment he’s in my mouth.   

Both men leave.  I sit and stroke to the porn, but no one comes in.  I hear the door next door open and the scraping of one of the metal chairs being moved next door.  I do myself up and go investigates.  It’s a middle aged Mexican.  He is in the cocksucker’s chair.  I open my fly and offer him my dick.

He shakes his head.  “I was hoping you’d do me.”

I shrug.  He gets up and I take his seat.  His cock is small.  The foreskin seems longer than his dick.  I take him into my mouth and my tongue works all that skin back.

“I cum easy,” he whispers.

And he does.  And it is my fourth massive load down my throat.

I stroke, now alone in the straight theatre.

The door opens.  A young Black man comes in, likely 30+ rather tall and lean.  He looks at me.  He looks at my dick and motions to the seat next to me.  “Do you mind?”

I smile and he sits.  He opens his fly.  It is a big nine-inch cock.  And, though very hard, it is curved and pointing down.

He nods and looks at the screen.  We both stroke.  Minutes pass.  His right hand eventually touches my cock.  I do the same to his with my left.

I look at him as we stroke.  “Do you want some head?”

“That would be nice.  Guys don’t suck my dick very often.”

I get down to suck.  I have to pull his dick up slightly to get it in my mouth.  He grunts and stands up.  Now the angle is perfect.  It’s long but thin.  It snakes down my throat with ease.

“Holy shit!” he murmurs as my tongue gets busy.

All too soon he grabs my head. 

“Here it is….!”  His dick explodes, giving me a fifth massive load of cum…