As this piece self-posts, I should be halfway home to
Michigan. My work gig in Indiana is over. I will miss several men I met here on my
frequent trips to the bathhouse. But it
will be good to sleep in my own bed and fuck at my own sling.
I will attempt a post on Tuesday, before I travel to
family on the 25th.
I sat down to write a post today, but I just didn’t feel ready to type about more sex after the 10 pages of heat I poured out describing the house party. So here is a look at more of the art in my playspace. These three are all posters designed by Etienne, Chicago’s Tom of Finland. There are two for the Chicago Eagle—the great leather bar (oh, that back room!) and one for IML.
Speaking of IML—I will be attending—and reporting!
It’s
that time of year.
Packages.
Mistletoe.
This
is from a calendar illustrated by Etienne, our Chicago based Tom of Finland.
While
my current play times are dwindling, as cases rise again, I still have a few to
write up from this fall. I just couldn’t
quite make myself sit at the laptop today.
I do think my giving you this
package more than makes up for it.
North of Home—October, 2021
A few days later I drove up to see
the Ginger Bear. My fingers were itching…
He
has moved his sling to the basement. The
heater is on this time and I am still warm enough after stripping down to my
jock. I get the boots back on quickly as
the floor was still cold. He has hopped
in the sling and his fingers are already busy with his nipples. I kneel and spit on his hole. My two index fingers slide in. I do a mini lateral stretch and then stand up
and slip my hard dick into him.
The
Ginger Bear groans—and twists his nipples.
Hard. I give him a nice friendly
fuck. He groans again—so I speed up my
thrusts. The basement is filled with the
sound of my hips slapping onto wet, meaty buttocks.
I
grab my speculum. I slide it into place
and do a steady crank open. One finger of
my left hand plays with his prostate the entire time as I crank it open with my
right. Now two fingers go into him. I have cranked it wide enough for my cock to
fit through the stainless steel wings. I
play with his soft red insides for a moment…stroking and lubing them up. I stand up and slide my cock between the no
longer cold metal. I fuck him
deliberately with slow, even strokes.
I
pull out and crank it shut. I slip on
the black plastic ass grommet over my erection.
My cock head pokes through the other end of the toy, giving me a huge
girth. It takes just a moment to squeeze
it all into his stretched hole. I enjoy
fucking with it in place. The Ginger
Bear loves it—it must feel like he is getting the stretch of a double fuck.
It’s
time for the hands. I lube up both with
J-Lube. Fingers first. Eight of them. A real lateral stretch now. And again.
My left hand disappears and his asslips clamp down on my wrist. I hold a moment. I pull it out with a slight twist. The right takes its place, disappears and I
can feel the snap of his ass shutting down on my wrist.
Now
it is all about the back and forth.
Slow. Measured. One.
The other. And back again.
The
Ginger Bear is gasping and talking in some sort of language of his own
creation.
I
stop the alternating hands and let my left crawl up into him. The moves are so tiny—but his reaction is
huge—as I move deeper into him than I have ever gone. When I look down a good inch of my forearm is
inside him.
He
has another shuddering moment. A deep
internal orgasm. Bigger than all those
that have come before.
I
pause. And slowly work my way out.
I
grease up again. I start with
alternating hands. But soon I leave the
left in place and start working the right in alongside it. I make it as far as the knuckles.
Both
hands go back to the slow in and out.
I
double up again. This time I can add the
right past the knuckles.
More
gentle stretching. The Ginger Bear certainly
loves the stretch from both of my hands.
He tells me to try again. The
left goes in. The right hand joins it,
past the knuckles and the palm. Just the
heel of my left is exposed. It almost
disappears. But not quite. We are so close to a full double fist inside
him.
I
pull out slowly…
And
we are done. His hole has had enough.
We
go upstairs to wash up and eat the meal simmering on the stove…
In
other news, I got my Moderna booster on Monday.
For the record, my time under the needle looked nothing like this…
