Working Through the Toy Shelf with Jake

 

My Playroom—October, 2026

 

Jake sent me a text.  He had time free and hoped to come to the playroom.  I was doing a work gig, but I had some time on just one afternoon that third week of October, if we started a little earlier than usual.  He had no problem with that—and we made the date.

He arrived right on schedule and down we went to the playroom.  Jake unpacked his plastic bottle and added poppers to the cotton balls inside before screwing the cap back on.  He laid out the two ball crushers on the bed.  I ditched my robe and presented my cock mound, still in my jock pouch, to his waiting mouth…

 

Jake leans forward.  He inhales deeply.  The jock has aged since his last visit and he sighs happily.  He tongues the fabric for a moment, but is too eager to get under it to do that for long.  He pulls the pouch to one side and my cock flops out.  I harden the rest of the way in his mouth.  He moans as his tongue swirls over my head, before digging into my piss slit.  He takes me repeatedly down his throat, coming up each time, gasping for breath.

It’s my turn to use my mouth.  Jake kneels on the flattened bench.  I kneel behind him and begin eating his hole.  He opens easily.  I smear coconut oil on my cock and stand up, slipping inside him.  Jake moans and inhales some poppers.  I wait for them to hit before I begin to fuck.  I build fast.  I know Jake can take it.  His hole is expanding with every thrust.

I pull out and let him taste his ass jizz on my dick.  On the way back to his hole, I pick up the ass grommet, a gift from Jake many years ago.  The sleeve slides over my dick, supersizing my thickness.

I thrust back into his ass.  He loves the sudden change in the circumference of my cock.  He poppers and up and begins pushing back, to meet my every thrust with his hungry hole.

I have him move to the sling.  I get his feet in the stirrups, that now hang from the end of the springs.  I fuck him without the grommet, so he can feel the bounce.  “I love those,” he murmurs as his whole-body sways with my onslaught.

I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I twirl the head in the oil and then insert it into his ass.  I add my dick, my cockhead smashing into the aluminum oval.  Jake moans and blisses out, closing his eyes and just rides with the stretch.

I fuck him again.  Just me. 

The Seahorse goes up him next.  He loves the bumps and ridges, but the final girth of the toy is not a challenge for his experienced ass.  I move on to a new, curved toy—that I don’t even know the name of yet.  The head resembles a cock, while the shaft has several bulges.  Jake masters this toy just as easily.

“Bigger,” he moans.

I grab the Cutler X, the biggest toy in my arsenal.  Jake poppers up as I slather lube all over the thick shaft.  I work it slowly into his hole.  “Fuck me harder with it.”  I do just what he asks.  He takes it repeatedly.  By the end I have maybe half an inch of the toy that did not make it inside him.

I switch up to my hands, greasing them both.  With Jake I can start with three fingers of my left.  Now, it’s four.  I add my thumb, slowly rotate—and I am fully inside him.  I do it again with the same hand.  Then with the right.  When I move back to the left, I slowly open my fingers inside him and crawl into his gut until I can trace the opening of his bend—the second hole in fisting parlance. 

I take a break and grease up another of the new toys.  It is more realistic toy—a thick uncut cock.  Jake takes it with ease.  I also grab the clear dildo with the black handle.  He likes the smooth ride, but it is not nearly thick enough for him.

“Use that long black one that has a handle and has those bumps.”

I pull it from the shelf and grease it.  Jake is one of two men who can take all of this toy.  It is thick, and the shaft has occasional swellings.  I guide the very hard plastic toy into him.  Jake grunts—I’m not sure if it’s pleasure or pain.  But he takes it, though I am careful to move it at a slow in and out.

“Do I see a Gape Keeper over there?”

He does indeed, part of the new cache of toys from GaryM.  I go get it.  I grease it up.  It becomes so slick, I can barely hold on it.  I work it steadily into Jake.  Finally, his hole snaps shut around the base of the plug.

“I’ve taken a bigger one, but this feels great,” he murmurs.

I get it in and out of him several times each accompanied with a sigh of bliss as his hole snaps on the thin base.

I go back to my hands.  Each goes into him easily.  He asks for a double—but we don’t quite make it.  I do get up to four fingers of the right along with the full fist of my left.

We take a long break.  He lies down on the bed and I sit on the flattened bench.

Now it’s time for some nut torture.  I opt for the red wooden box.  Jake gets back in the sling, having worked his nuts into the larger part of the device.  I truss it up so it pulls his nuts up and off his body.  I begin to tighten the screws.  I used to do one just a little and then the other.  Today, I tighten the two screws at the same time—and I like the rhythm of it.  I stop occasionally and beat the top of the device with the old ‘realistic’ dildo I acquired sometime in the early 1990’s.  It is really all it is good for—a nice hammer—the thick nuts used as the head. 

I loosen both turnscrews and do it again.  Maybe a shade tighter.  I beat the box.  Loosen.  Tighten.  Still tighter.  And beat.  Jake writhes in his own personal heaven.

“One more time,” he moans.

I loosen it up and do it all again.  It’s the tightest yet of the lid of the box crushing down on him.  “Beat it,” he groans.

I grab the dildo and whack away.

“I think…that’s it for this…”

I loosen the turnscrews.  I take off the top piece.  He helps get his testicles out of the lower part.  I take a picture of the pattern the device has left on his ball sack.

I re-lube my hands.  I start to work into him, but he stops me.  The ball play has tightened his hole right back down.

“I think we are done for the day.”

Jake dresses, all smiles, and heads up the stairs.

I start to get all the toys up to the kitchen sink…

If you need a visual of the red ball press, you will find it here:  Jake’s Insatiable Ass (and Nuts of Steel)

GaryM Opens Up In the Playroom

 My Playroom—September, 2026

 

On the last Monday of the month, GaryM returned to the playroom.  It had been quite some time since his last playdate.  Once again, he arrived with sex toys that he left for me to use on others.  He also had decided to get rid of a sling, rimseat and some leather—and I promised to find men who would give them good homes. 

As he stripped down, I added the four heavy duty springs he’d brought me to the tops of the chains at the four corners of the sling.  I had used other men’s slings set up with these and knew they would give the sling an additional bounce.  Finished, I turned back and he was more than ready…

 

GaryM is dressed in a jock.  He has on his thick Fort Troff kneepads.  He has added his own wrist and ankle restraints as well.  I smile, as I had planned on buckling mine on his four limbs before we began. 

I stand in the middle of the floor, in front of the bed.  “Let’s test just how good those knee pads are…” I say, pointing to the floor in front of me.  He kneels carefully in front of me.  I let him inhale the pouch of the jock.  It’s fairly new and only carries a slight scent of me and my balls.  He inhales a second time and sighs.  My cock is hardening so fast so I pull the pouch to the side.  His mouth opens and he takes me in, his tongue already working on my piss slit.

He sighs.

I groan.

He swallows me down.  Repeatedly.  Now he moves to my balls.  He suckles them individually, back and forth.  Then another round on my cock.

I sit on the flattened bench.  He knee-walks over and burrows into my crotch.  Now he’s in place to lift my balls out of the way and lick my perineum.  I roll back slightly to give him access.  He licks down to my pucker—and I stop him just before he gets there.

“You’ll get that later.  Let’s get you up on the bench.”

I stand and he gets up on it and in position.  I kneel and begin to eat out his hole while I slather coconut oil on my cock.  GaryM groans.  I work harder, getting my tongue as deep into his hole as I can.  There is a slight gape to it now.  I spit on it and stand up.  My cock pushes in.  GaryM groans.  I push hard to get through his very strong sphincter—and I am buried deep inside him.

“Yes!” he croons.

I hold for just a moment before I start a slow in and out.  GaryM is looking in the mirror in front of him, watching me watch my own cock slice into him.  I build fast; my hips are soon slamming into his thin ass.  I abruptly pull out.

“Give it to me!” he moans.

I walk to his head and let him lick my dick, so he can savor the taste of his ass on my cock.  He cleans me thoroughly.  I fuck him again, my cock covered with his spit.  I take it to his mouth a second time.  He loves if just as much if not more.

“Let’s move to the sling.”

He gets in it.  The new springs make it slightly lower but my dick lines up with his ass just fine with a slight knee bend.  I fuck him.  I eat him out.  I use his ankle restraints and chain his legs straight up to a chain hanging from the center of the sling frame.  He loves this—as it allows my cock to go deeper yet.  But my repeated drilling has an effect:  “I need to piss” he informs me.  I unhook him and he hops out and goes upstairs to relieve himself.

When he comes back downstairs, he finds a different scene.  I am in the sling, my legs on the chains.  I have my leather blindfold on.  “Yesssss…” breathes GaryM.  He knows just what to do.  He kneels and begins to lick my ass.  He licks up and down the crack.  He drills into me.  I haven’t had anyone rim me since June—so it is even hotter.  I let him get his fill, knowing it is giving him as much pleasure as it is me.

We change places.  I am ready to fuck again.  I slide into him.  GaryM is loosening up.  I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb and work it into him.  I add my cock, loving how my cock head works the toy deeper into him each time it hits the head of the toy. 

I pull out the BBB and fuck him with just my dick.  Then another round of me and the BBB.  I move on to the Spades.  He really likes these—and I don’t think I was using them the last time he was here.  He loves the snap of his sphincter as each spade goes into his well-used hole.

“Let me use the two toys you are taking home with you.”  One is a very straight, thick penis in the odd pink color that is supposed to be Caucasian.  He takes it like an old friend and it gives him a great stretch.  The other is a dark butt plug.  It has a gentler curve after the thick middle part than mine.  GaryM’s hole loves this toy, too.

I go back and forth with his two toys for a second round.  Then I grab the trusted Seahorse.  “Here’s an old friend of yours,” I tell him (as he’d gifted it to the playroom.)  He loves the bumps and the curve like every man I’ve used it on.  I do the curve going up.  The curve going down.  He takes them both easily—and to the hilt each time.

I go back to the bed where we’ve left the new batch of toys he has just gifted me.  It is a swirl of blue and purple and looks like a curved cock, but there are tentacle-like bumps that twist around the shaft.  His hole loves this toy, too.  (It is one I have to research to find out what to call it properly.)

We take a break.  I pull out the rimseat.  “Who’s under first?” 

He volunteers.  He lays down on the mat.  I close the seat and sit.  His tongue is instantly licking around my hole.  I watch the porn on the television in front of me and stroke as he licks every inch of my ass crack.  I close my eyes as he begins tongue fucking my hole.

We switch.  I eat his gaping hole.  He keeps groaning as I my tongue goes deeper.  Suddenly he stands up.  He turns to face me—and sits on my hard cock.  He pounds himself down on me.   I love that he turned to face me to do it so I can see the mix of determination and sheer lust on his face.  He fucks himself hard and fast.  Then he sits back down on the seat.  My cock has juiced up his ass—and I can’t stop eating him out.

We take another breather.  Then it’s back to the sling.  I go through once again all the toys that we’ve used today.  Then I grease up my hands.  Three fingers of my left go in.  Then three fingers from my right join them.  I stretch him laterally—a human speculum.

I add more grease to my left.  I’ve never gotten all the way in GaryM.  I get four fingers in—and fold down the thumb.  I tell him how good he feels.  I do a slight twist and I am all the way in.  His ass snaps shut on my wrist.  It takes GaryM a moment—and then he sees it in the mirror above him.

“You’re in!”  He is jubilant.  It is his first fist. Ever.   I stay in and give it a slight turn—and pull out.  I grease up to do it again.  “No—I think that’s it,” he tells me.  “My hole is done for the day.”

I get the excess grease off him.  He refuses a shower—and gets dressed.  I wash the two toys he’s taking home as he uses the bathroom for a moment.  He is still on cloud nine as he leaves…

*

There will be many entries about all the goodies he left behind.  Thank you GaryM!

Terry Is Full of Surprises

 My Playroom—September, 2026

I had given my number to a very talented cocksucker at the bookstore.  We had played a few of times over the years.  He’d hinted that he wanted to try anal with me, but not in public.  Once my dick was back to normal, we set up a time for him to come to the playroom.  I really didn’t know if he was a novice or whether he regularly took dick up his ass…

 

Terry shows up right on time.  He’s tall and rangy.  His snow-white hair is pulled back into a tiny ponytail.  I can only guess that he is my age—or a couple of years older.  I learn that he is married—and his wife knows he plays but hates the idea.  As we walk down the stairs, I ask about condoms and he makes a point to tell me he’s on PrEP as well as fully vaccinated for M Pox. 

His eyes light up as he walks into the playroom.  “Wonderful,” he sighs and begins to strip.  Once naked he sits on the bed.  I pull my cock out of my yellow jock as I stand in front of him.  He leans in and begins to suck.  He’s great.  His tongue is active—and everywhere.  He holds me by the balls, as if he thinks I’ll run away from him. 

He finally pulls off me.  “That’s the cock I remember,” he sighs.  Then he goes for my balls and, eventually, back to deep throating me.  He pulls off me again and sighs once more.  “Get this thing inside of me.”

I have him kneel on the flattened fuck bench.  I eat his hole for a long time.  It opens slightly, allowing me to go deeper yet.  I grease my dick with coconut oil as I eat him out.  He has found the mirror on the side wall and he is eagerly watching me rim him.  I stand up.  My cock pushes against his pucker and I slide in.  I don’t stop until my balls slap his ass.  He sighs as I hold a moment and then begin to fuck.  He feels great.  And in moments, his hole has really opened.  He has the feel of guy who likes big toys and fist.  I keep fucking, but I reach over and grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I pull out as I twirl it in the oil—and then into his ass.  I slide my cock back in along the metal shaft.  I fuck it deeper into his hole.  “I love that,” he groans.  I pull out and work the toy out of him.

Damn.  We take a break while he does another round of cleaning.  I lie on the bed and watch the porn.  He’s back fairly fast and nimbly gets in the sling.  This guy has way more experience than I thought.  I kneel and lick his freshly rinsed hole.  He’s now spotless.

And eager.

He takes my dick.  I can really pound him in the sling.  And I do.  He grunts out his pleasure.  I add the eggheaded dildo.  He likes the feel of it going in—and even more so when I add my cock for a double fuck.  It’s a great stretch.

I go back to the cleaned up Ballistic Butt Bomb and add my cock with that.  I pound the oval head deeper into him—and he stays wonderfully clean and juicy.

For a change of pace, I grab the Spades.  It is almost too small a toy for him now, but he sighs as each mini-butt plug pops in.  He takes three spades the first time.  Four on the second.  All five of them on the third.  He loves the pull out—making his hole expand and contract over each plug.

I get the Seahorse.  He takes all of it the first time, curve going down.  I reverse it and he takes all of it with the curve going up.  He’s a talker as I work his hole.  He tells me he had a recent weekend at a MAFA event, the Chicago fist group.  Part of me wishes I’d known this from the top—but it is actually a fun surprise—and a confirmation of what I was feeling when I fucked.  I keep reversing the Seahorse—and he can’t decide which way the curve feels better.  “Just love those bumps,” Terry murmurs.

To give his hole a break I move to the clear dildo with the black handle.  It’s a steady glide into him.  All the way, of course.  In and all the way out.  And all the way in again.

“I didn’t bring down the heavier duty lube,” I tell him, “As I didn’t know we’d be doing this.”

“You can likely get your fist in me with what you have.”

I am low on coconut oil at this point, but I have three bottles of Fuck Water, a silicone-based lube, from when they were sponsoring Fornication events.  I don’t use a lot of silicone lube, but today it comes in handy.  Literally.  I coat my left hand with it.  Two fingers.  Three. Four and I’m in.  His hole welcomes me easily—with little effort from either of us. 

I hold still.

I turn it slightly.

I pull out.

“YES!” he groans as his ass lips shut almost tight.

 I do it all again.

In and out. 

Terry sigh of relief and pleasure fill the room.

The next time I go into him, I do it standing.  I pull my hand out slightly and my erect cock slides down my wrist and rests on my palm inside his hole.  Terry groans.  He watched it all on the mirror above him.  I begin a slow fuck, my cock going across my palm and through my open fingers inside him.

“So hot…” he mumbles.

I pull out.  Cock first then hand.

“Do that again.  Please!”

I add some Fuck Water and work my hand inside him.  Then the cock.  I fuck him.

“That must make you shoot, doesn’t it?”

“I have never shot this way.  Though I’ve tried.”

He groans.  “I should tell you.  I really want your cum inside me.  I love the stretch.  But I want the load.”

Another surprise.  But a good one.

I go back to the clear dildo to give his hole a rest.

Soon, I re-grease my hand and cock. 

The left goes inside him smoothly.  I add my cock.  He groans.  He plays a little with his limp dick as I fuck once more across my palm and through my fingers.  It always feels good, but right now it feels terrific.  I feel my breath change.

So does Terry.  “Give it to me.”

I pick up the speed of my fuck.  I tighten down my fingers making me rub more on my invading dick.  It works.  I’m panting now.  I’m going to blow my load on my hand deep inside his hole.

“FUCK!”

I’m there.  I stop thrusting and just let my cock spurt and spurt.

Terry moans.

I slowly pull my spent dick out.  “I’m going to push my load deeper,” I tell him.  And my fist pushes my fresh cum into his second hole…

*

We were done as soon as I pulled my fist out.  He loved it.  And I couldn’t believe that I’d finally shot using my hand so deep in his hole.  Almost 50 years of having sex—and I just did something new…

A Short, But Hot, Session with Alexander

 My Playroom—August, 2026

 

Alexander, who came out late in life and is making up for it now, wanted to return to the playroom.  I was happy to host this very good-looking man once again on one of the last days of August…

 

He has stripped naked by the time I get down the stairs, carrying the coconut oil.  He’s eager.  And ready.

“Come here,” he says, sitting on the bed.  “Let me get that big dick hard.”

He takes a hit of poppers.  Truly the longest hit I have ever seen any man take.  The bottle keeps going back and forth between his nostrils.  He gets me in his mouth—and starts to lick the head of my cock.  Suddenly he slumps back, his head hitting the large mirror on the wall behind the bed.  He’s passed out.  He quickly comes back to reality before I panic.  I help get him around, so his head is on the pillow.

“Guess that was a little much,” he mumbles.  He lets the vapors dissipate while I look at the porn on the television.  Eventually, he sits up and tries again without the poppers. His tongue flicks over my head—but I can tell this is not what he loves—he really wants me inside his ass.

We move to the flattened fuckbench.  I spend a long time eating his ass.  It’s a beautiful one.  His cheeks are full and hairy—and his crack even more so.  His ass lips are just beginning to be fuller with all the anal and fist sex he’s been having.  I suck them into my mouth and make him moan with pleasure.  My tongue goes deeper into his hole, giving him a real tongue fucking.

I stand up.  I enter him for the first time, my cock awash with coconut oil and precum.  I ease into his relatively tight hole.  The poppers come out again, but only for a short hit.  My pubes grind against his upturned ass.

“God, you fill me up.”

I begin a slow, hard fuck of his ass, opening him up for more.  He groans and vocally eggs me on.  Soon, I am slamming into him, just like he wants.  Over and over.

I pull out.  I go to my knees and eat his freshly fucked hole.  I love the mix of the oil and our own juices.  He moans—and is soon begging for me to fuck him again.  I stand up and sink into him.  He watches me penetrate him in the mirror on the side wall.  His ass welcomes me with an occasional squeeze.

We move to the sling.  I eat his hole the moment his ankles are in the stirrups.  The sling pulls his cheeks open for me and I go can deeper into him with my tongue. I revel in his wetness, before standing up and sinking my cock into his waiting hole.  He takes me easily now, his eyes on the mirror above him.

I pull out and grab the eggheaded dildo, that I use for double fucking.  I grease it up and work it into him.  He groans—watching the toy disappear into his guts.  I try to add my cock—but he’s not yet open enough for that—so I make the toy vibrate inside him—and pull it out, slipping my dick in instead.  I don’t really fuck, I just fill him with my cock.  And then the toy—and my cock once more.  This time I fuck him.  Hard, with the chains rattling.

I grab the Spades, the toy with five mini butt plugs connected one after the other.  I work in the first.  He loves it.  “That feels terrific.”

“Here comes the second…” and in it goes.  The third quickly follows.  I let them sit in him and then slowly pull them out—letting him feel the stretch of each spade.

I put them inside him again.  This time four spades pop into him.  The pull out has his cock drooling like crazy.

“Do that again!”

I work the first three in easily.  Then the fourth.  He can see in the mirror that there’s one more.  “Get it inside me.”

It takes a little work with my lube covered fingers, but it goes in.  He sighs.  I let him appreciate the fullness before I hook my finger through the ring on the end of the toy and begin a slow pull out.  His pucker has to open and close for each spade.  When the last one pops out, his stomach is awash with his precum.  I use two fingers to mop it up, before working the coated digits into his ass.   

He asks for the Seahorse—and it’s just the right toy for his slowly opening hole.  He takes the gentle curve of the toy easily—both with the curve up and with it down.  He takes it to the base.  He’s ready for my fist.

I grease up both hands and begin filling him slowly with the fingers of my left.  Two.  Then three.  Four and then I’m inside him.  He takes my left hand easily.  He loves it when his sphincter clamps down on my wrist.  I just leave it there for a long moment.  With a slight twist, I pull out and begin working into him again with the same hand.

His ass grabs my wrist.  I don’t move for a count of maybe five.  Then a slow rotation to the right—and back again.  Once more and then I ease out of him.

“Try the right.”

I re-grease my hands.  I get the right into him with the same slow progression, but it doesn’t feel comfortable for either of us with how his bowels bend.  I go back to the left, getting into him with ease.

I go back to the Seahorse.  Alex groans.  He huffs poppers.   I work the ribbed toy in and out of him.  When it comes out, I re-grease my left.  He takes a hit and I push smoothly into his ass.  I don’t move it and then do a slight turn of my wrist to the right.  This makes him convulse.  He is having a major internal orgasm.  His sphincter grips my wirst.

I don’t move for a long moment.  His body calms and I slip out.

“I think that’s it,” he tells me.  “My hole feels wonderful—and I don’t want to push it.”

I agree.  We’ve been going for an hour—and it feels like a logical ending.

“Someday,” he says as he shakily gets out of the sling, “I’ll be able to do more.”

I assure him that he’s well on the way…

Alexander's first playroom visit is HERE.

Jake Returns with the Nut Crusher

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The Big Toys Come Out for SJ.

 My Playroom—August, 2026

 

SJ, who I’d first met at the group sex parties to the north of me, had lately found his way to my playroom.  We were both ready for another round of fuck and fist.  We made that happen in the middle of the month, once he returned from a trip.

He showed up eager to please and down we went to the playroom…

 

SJ, naked but for a jock and socks, sits on the bed.  His eyes are on the bulge in my own jock.  I move forward.  He mouths the fabric for a moment, before pulling it aside.  His tongue finds my balls.  He licks them, making soft, hot sounds as he goes.  Soon, I am buried deep in his throat.  He keeps me there—and then pulls off me fast, panting and sucking in air.  It feels great and I tell him so—which makes him do it again and again.

I can’t wait to eat his ass.  He gets on the flattened fuck bench, presenting it to me.  I kneel and my tongue instantly finds his ruined pucker.  SJ has ass lips that just beg to be sucked.  I can’t stop.  As much as I want to fuck, I keep suckling them—making them even bigger.  I smear coconut oil on my cock and stand up, pulling myself away from his now slightly gaping pucker.  I push in.  He pushes back to meet my thrust, our eyes meeting in the mirror in front of us.  I hold a moment—and then begin the first fuck.  Slow.  Opening his hole. 

I luxuriate in his heat and wetness.  I speed up.  Faster than I mean to—I just can’t help it.  The sound of my hips slapping his ass fills the room.  I want to go even deeper, so I put my left foot up on the bench next to him.  SJ groans as my cock pumps into new territory.

“Damn, I needed this…” he grunts out.

I keep fucking, slamming my hips against his cheeks.   I pull out and take my cock to his mouth.  He cleans me of his ass juices, the lube and my own precum.  He moans at the heady mix of flavors.  I go back to his ass, kneel and taste it all myself.  My rampant cock is begging for round two.  I stand up and fuck him once again. 

I want more in his ass.  I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb. The toy is cooler than his body temperature.  I dunk it in the oil and smear it around the stainless-steel head of the toy.  It glides into his ass.  My cock follows.  I fuck into the head of the toy, moving it deeper into SJ.  More and more, until it’s right where I want it.  I smash into it with each stroke and groan out my satisfaction.

I pull it out and fuck him with just me.   Then I use the clear dildo with the black handle.  He loves the swell of this simple toy.  I work it in and out repeatedly.  Then do the same with my cock.

We switch to the sling.  His legs find the stirrups the moment he lies back.  I eat his used hole, then go back to the BBB.  Now my cock, the toy in one hand.  Now I alternate the metal toy and my dick.  Then together inside him once more.

We start moving through the array of toys.  SJ, like everyone else, loves the curves and bumps of the Seahorse.  He takes almost all of it with the curve going up.  He gets every inch of it inside of him when the curve is going down.  I try again with it up—and he takes it all.

The thick black butt plug is greased and stretches him.  Once in place, I use the BBB to beat on the end of it.  He shivers in pleasure as the toy vibrates in him.  I move on to the bigger two-tiered butt plug.  He takes it as easily as the smaller one.

I grease up my left hand.  It goes smoothly into his hole.  Keeping it in place, I stand up.  I pull out slightly, giving my hard cock room to slide in with my fist.  I fuck through my fingers, making SJ groan.

I pull out.  I rotate between my cock and my left hand.  I finally grab the long black toy with three bulges in its shaft.  He takes two them.  After my next round of fisting, he takes it all.

I take a small break and drink my tea.  I grab the chain with the medium sized links.   Just hearing it clink, makes SJ shiver in anticipation.  I grease it thoroughly and work it into him link by link.  He takes it all but the last three that I deliberately don’t put in him.  He takes a hit of poppers—and I begin the slow pull out.  Link after link emerges from his ass—pushing those hot ass lip out each time.  It gains momentum when most of it is out of him and the last few links comes out in a rush.

“Do it again!”

I do, slowly working each link into his hole.  Once all but the three links are in him, I leave it there for a moment so he can really feel the weight of it in his gut.  He takes the hit—and I begin to pull it out.  Slowly.  Letting the links emerge one by one until the last six inches comes out all-together.

I settle down for more true fisting.  My left works in.  I alternate it with my right.  Each time, I work it into him while I am on my knees and then stand up when I go a little deeper or want to rotate my hand inside him.  Now I do the right hand.  The way his canal goes, my left is a better fit.  I go back to it.  I stand up.  I want to go deeper.  I barely move, but he shudders as if I am pushing hard. I go an extra quarter of an inch.  Now half.  His breathing changes to a fast pant.  My middle finger is touching the bend—his second hole.  The look on his face tells me just how good this makes him feel.  He can’t articulate words so he just babbles out his pleasure.

I slowly pull out.  I re-grease and do it again.  I go just as deep sending him once again into his own private orbit.

We take a breather.  I go over and get the Sex Machine, the toy that looks like a robot’s penis.  After all this play, he takes it with ease.  He loves the shape of it, with its triangular shaft.  He takes it almost to the base.   

I pull out the biggest toy, the Cutler X.  He takes about half of it.

“Do you want to ride it?”

He loves this idea.  I help him out of the sling.  I place the toy on the fuck bench.  I hold onto it at the base.  He stands on the floor, his ass positioned above the toy.  He lowers himself onto it.  He takes half.  Now a little more as he begins to bounce on it.  Soon, he is truly riding it.   He grunts every time the massive toy fills him up.

He pulls off it.  We hug.  I ask how his hole feels.

“Wonderful.  But I think that’s it for today.”  He looks at the toy on the bench and then at all the toys scattered on the towel under the sling.  “I took all those?”

“You did.  Repeatedly. And my hands, of course.”

SJ grabs my left hand—giving it a squeeze as he sighs in contentment…