My Playroom—November, 2025
I didn’t have long to
wait for good sex. Evan, the fist pig
who comes to visit from Illinois, was due on Friday. I was looking forward to seeing him, but it
was also slightly bittersweet, as we both knew this was likely our last meet
for a long time. He was moving to Florida
sometime before Christmas.
As usual, he arrived late
in the afternoon. He made himself a drink
and told me about how the plans for the move were coming along as I sipped my hot
tea. Soon enough, he went off to the
shower to prepare. I took the lube
downstairs and turned on some fisting porn…
Evan sits on the
bed. He spends a few moments sucking my
dick. But the pull of getting his hole
stretched is just too much. I can see it
in his eyes—so I suggest he get on the fuck bench. He does.
I hear the poppers open as I kneel behind him. He ass crack is still warm from the shower. I dig in, my tongue instinctively burrowing into
his soft flesh. He groans as I begin
tongue fucking his hole.
I stay there for quite
some time. Teasing him, standing up and
wiping my leaking cock on his hole but not going inside him. But I love the taste of my precum on his
hole. I work it inside with my tongue.
Finally, I stand and slip
my cock into him. I slide right in—I have
made him so wet. I pump. His head comes up as he looks at the large
mirror in front of him. He sees me thrusting
into his ass. I point to the mirror on the
side wall that is positioned so he can actually see my dick as it plows into
him. He groans—and shuts his eyes so he
can concentrate on working his hole.
His ass loosens up easily
after all these years of play. I want to
add something to my cock. The Ballistic
Butt Bomb is right next to me on the shelf.
I stick the stainless-steel head into the coconut oil and grease it up. It slides in with just a little
pressure. I add my cock, so the long
thin shaft is under my dick. My cock
head now batters the bulb—inching it deeper into Evan’s wet hole.
I pull my dick and the
toy out. I eat his hole once more. I grab the Seahorse and slather it with
lube. I work it into him, curve up. He gasps.
But he takes it. Deep—almost the
full toy. I slip it out and it re-enters
him with the curve going down. His hole
flowers open and he takes the toy until the big balls are slapping against his
ass.
We move to the
sling. I spend a few minutes eating his
hole again. And fucking. Again—I want to tighten him down. I use the eggheaded dildo—the toy I use the
most for double fucking. He is back to feeling as tight as the moment we
started.
I move to the speculum. I crank it open slowly. Turn after turn—making the stainless-steel flippers
stretch his hole.
“Fuck me,” he pleads,
knowing I love to stick my dick in between the metal phalanges. I stand up and push my rampant cock into
him. We both groan as I bottom out
inside him. I pause—and then begin a
slow in and out, thrusting deep into his spread open ass…
*
I have done a little true
fisting, mostly with my left hand. Now I
use my Crisco covered paw to grease up the Ass Grommet. I slide the open cylinder over my hard
cock. I grease up the outside of it—and push
it into him slightly gaping hole. Evan’s
eyes light up. He loves how full he
feels—my big cock has doubled in girth.
He moans. I love that my cock
head is free of the toy so I can feel his wetness as I fuck.
We move on. I know we will be running through the toy
shelf. I insert the black butt
plug. His hole snaps shut, just like it
should on the more slender base. I pick
up the Ballistic Butt Bomb and use it as a mallet. I strike the exposed base, sending vibrations
through his body that make his whole frame shake. Now it’s the bigger three-tiered plug. He takes it all—and I pound on the base of
this toy, too. Evan moans in sheer joy.
I do another round of
fisting. This time using my right hand as
well as my left. This leads to me
grabbing the 18 inches of chain. I work
it up his hole—link by link. Slowly. Each link inserted adds to the weight in his
ass. He takes it all. I have just three links left to hold
onto. I wait a moment. I begin the slow pull out. Each link widening his ass lips to get
out. He moans the entire time I work it
out. The last few links come out in a
rush with gravity taking over.
“Do it again!”
I do…
*
The new toy shelf is all
but bare. I have used the toy in the vague
shape of a hand. It is very firm and
unforgiving and Evan’s ass is one of the few who takes it. He has loved the clear dildo with a
handle. But right now, I have the long
black dildo that has three humps in it. I
use the handle to maneuver it inside him.
He takes it but for the last inch.
As it comes out, he asks for it once more. I let him take his poppers before I work it
in. I wonder if the fumes will help him
take the last little bit, but it bottoms out in the same place.
I have promised Evan a
new toy. It has sat in its box for over a
year, waiting for the man who brought it to come back to the playroom. He was a hot construction worker who saw me
regularly while he was in town, first at the bookstore and then in the playroom—but
his local job ended and so did his visits.
We never got to the toy he brought.
It is another variation of balls on a string—but instead of balls, the
humps are shaped like flared cock heads.
I grease it up—and Evan’s moans tell me that it will be a good toy in rotation
with the others.
Evan asks for one of the two
biggest toys. I fetch the Sex Machine,
the toy that looks like it is the giant dick of a robot. I grease up the shaft, which is more like a triangle
than a column. I work it slowly into
him. A quarter. Half.
Three quarters. All but the last
inch of this toy, too. I pull it slowly
out, cover the tip with more grease and we do it again. This time he takes every last inch of this mammoth
cock.
We take a break. We watch of little of Pigs at the Hoist. Then Evan’s back in the sling. I do a lot of hand work—before I work most of
the toys we’ve used, into his insatiable hole one last time…
*
I hope that this is not
goodbye to Evan. Maybe it will be a good
excuse to get me down to Florida…
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