Evan Goes Through the Toy Shelf

 My Playroom—February, 2024

Evan wanted to re-connect.  We had not seen each other since IML this last May.  Usually, he drives in from his home in the burbs of Chicago.  We have a good stretching session before dinner which is baking in the oven as we play.  He spends the night in the playroom and heads out, his ass reminding him all the way home, just how much abuse it took.

He loves my dick and fist—but he really is about the toys.  He loves how they stretch his ass differently than my body can.  He brought a couple with him.  I had sent him a picture of the three toys GaryM had given me.  He couldn’t wait to get them inside him.

He arrived and decompressed from the drive with a vodka and cranberry juice as I sipped my tea.  He soon went to the shower to touch up and I set out the lube and a water pitcher in the playroom.  I switched on the porn as he I heard him on the stairs…

 

“Open me up with that big dick…”  Evan holds it in his hand, looking at how wet he has left it.  His spit glistens on the head and shaft.  He scrambles onto the fuck bench, his bottle of poppers tight in his fist.  I kneel behind him and rim his moist hole.  I spend longer there than usual, for I know that soon there is going to be so much lube, I will no longer be able to taste him.

Finally, I stand and insert.  Evan gasps.  But he takes me easily.  “Full…” he mumbles as he unscrews the lid.  I fuck him hard.  I walk around and he eagerly tastes his ass juices on my cock.  I go back and fuck him again.  Once he cleans me once more, I go to the toy shelf.  The larger black butt plug is greased up and fairly easily inserted.  The last, widest inch makes Evan work for it.  It pops in.  I beat on the base, making it shake in his ass.  He is watching me in the mirror on the side wall, panting and loving it.

I take it out and slip it in again.  And once more.  My cock goes back in.  A harder fuck.  A good cleaning.  Now it’s the egg headed dildo.  I fit my cock in with the slender shaft.  I fuck him first with the toy below my dick.  Then above.  They feel is remarkably different for both of us.  I prefer the toy below, so I have hot flesh above me and the ribbed shaft under.  He likes the stretch the other way.  So, I keep pulling out and switching…

“Use my plug, the copper colored one.”  It’s on the bed.  I grab it and lube it up.  It doesn’t have much taper to help with the entry, but Evan is ready for it. It slides home, meeting just enough resistance at first to make him groan in pleasure.  In moments, his ass snaps down on the thin shaft of it.

I fuck him once more before we change over to the sling.  A quick fuck.  Already his hole is ready for thicker toys.  I grab the ass grommet, grease the inside and slip it onto my cock.  My angry pink cock head sticks out of the end of it, my shaft now twice as thick.  I grease up the outside of the toy now.  I line it up.  Evan takes a deep breath and pushes out.  I slide in.  It’s an odd feeling—just my cock head exposed to his hot, wet hole and my shaft protected by the fat doughnut sleeve.  I begin to fuck.  The toy stays in place inside him—and I fuck the ribbed insides of the toy—and my head being rewarded with his hot flesh.  It’s a big stretch for him, but he is more than ready for it.

I move on to a toy of his.  It is a curved toy.  Vaguely cock-like with a pronounced bulge at the bottom.  He takes the curve.  I work at the bulge.  Of course, he takes it.

“It feels so much better when you do it, than when I stick it in myself.”

I fuck him with it, making his ass lips huge and pronounced as they accept that final bulge. 

Now, I work my hand in him.  Again, and again.  Then the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the stainless-steel egg on a stick.  He loves how cool it feels on his hole.  He takes it like a champ after everything that’s come before it.  He loves how the heavy mass of it makes his ass feel.

I go back to my hand.  “Do you want the chain?”  It’s rhetorical, I know the answer.  I work the mid-sized one up him, link by link.  I have him hold it and snap a pic for him.

We try the pink toy that vaguely resembles a fire hydrant.  The head, of course, slips right in.  I work the layer of ball-like nubs in, too.  But it can’t go farther.

I grab the curved, bumpy dick shaped toy GaryM gave me.  Evan is in heaven.  You can truly fuck him with this monster.  And he takes every inch of it.

I now do my largest butt plug, a toy given to me by my brother when he stopped fisting his men.  The head glides in.  Not everyone can take the girth of the next section.  But Evan does.  Without even the help of poppers.  His ass is now open and ready for anything.

I fist again.  I leave my left inside him and slide my cock down my wrist until it is buried in him, too.  I fuck.  I feel my cock glide between my fingers deep inside him.

The large black toy, that has several humps, is up next.  He takes first two easily.  He bottoms out when his ass is halfway onto the third.  This is deeper than most men.  And I tell him so.

“Give me that last new one,” he begs.  He means a black toy from GaryM.  It is shaped sort of like an open hand.  There is a space where the ‘thumb’ is over the curved ‘palm’.  It is made of a very hard plastic.  Evan takes it like a trooper.  I pull the toy out slightly from his hole.  I can just fit my cockhead into the opening left by the ‘thumb’.  I can’t go deep, but Evan loves the look of it as he gazes up into the mirror above the sling.

His hole is tiring.  We go back to a number of the toys we’ve used previously.  Anything else I have on the shelf is way too small for where his hole is now.

Finally, he calls it a night.  I wipe him down, getting the mixture of coconut oil and Crisco off of him.  I spend some quality time with my mouth on his now very pronounced ass lips.  I lick and suck them, loving how they fill my mouth. 

But it is late.  We both need food…and it’s ready for us upstairs…