Deeper into Blake

 My Playroom—July, 2026

 

I had another visitor to the playroom the day after Kieran shot fast.  Blake (the 6’6”, good looking guy with a great beard) and I had been trying to arrange another meet.  He had an even busier schedule than usual.  He had also gone to both CLAW and IML that I had missed this year.  We finally set a day for a late afternoon play session…

 

Blake arrives, looking as good as ever.  We head downstairs.  Blake strips off as I get out of my robe.  My cock plumps just looking at him.  He sits, naked but for a jock, on the bed.  He beckons me to him.  His mouth is all over my bulging pouch.  He peels it back and my hardening cock slaps him in the face.  He sucks me down, taking me deep.  He encourages me to fuck his face, so I do.  Slowly at first—and then speeding up until I choke him.  I let him recover and do it again.

We move to the flattened fuck bench.  I can’t wait to eat his ass.  I kneel and dig in.  He moans as my tongue burrows into his hole.  I grease my dick as I lick.  I am more than ready to fuck. But I linger, swabbing his loosening hole with my tongue.

I stand up.  I push into him.  I fuck him.  He moans and asks to taste my dick.  I pull out and bring it to him.  He licks his juices off my cock and I go back to fuck his hot ass one more time.  He begins clenching down on me—and it feels terrific.

Eventually, we move to the sling.  I eat his hole.  I fuck him again—and then go for the Spades.  It’s an easy insert, spade after spade.  He takes three of the five the first round.  He moans on the pull out as the base of each spade hits his prostate.  He takes four of the mini butt plugs into his hole the second time.  The pull out is more intense for him this time—he’s panting.

I fuck him again.

I grab the Seahorse.  It goes smoothly into him, with the curve going up.  He takes three quarters of the toy.  I flip it so the curve is going down—and he takes it to the base.  He groans and tells me to do it again.  I do.  A number of times.

I want my hand in him—but I think I need the speculum first.  It slips into him and I slowly crank the stainless-steel wings open.  My finger goes in after the first few turns.  I play with his prostate.  A few more twists of the thumbscrew.  More fingering.  Now, he’s wide open.  I stand and slip my cock into him. Fucking him between the metal wings of the medical device.  Blake grabs his cock and kneads it as I fuck.

It’s time for some serious hand work.  I close the speculum slowly and get it out of him before I grease both my hands.  I begin working the left into him.  Two fingers.  Three.  Now the fourth.  My thumb tucks to my palm and with a slow twist of my hand, I am buried in his ass.  I hold.  I move it slightly—and he shudders.  I work it out and do it all again.  He takes it, his sphincter clamping down on my wrist yet again.  Once more—and then I try my right hand.

I begin the same way, finger by added finger.  He takes my hand as I do the twist to enter him.  It’s not as comfortable a fit.  I pull out slowly and do it again.  I get the same feeling.  The left feels better so I go back to it.  This time, once I’m in, I slowly work my fingers open.  Blake gasps—in an encouraging way.  My finger traces the opening of his second hole.  He shivers.  I burrow slightly deeper.  To me it barely feels like I’ve moved at all, but I know that on his end the slightest movement registers as huge.  I trace the opening deep in his guts again.  I try to go a little deeper, but I can’t seem to—so I come out. 

I re-grease and go in again.  This time standing.  My hand slips in.  I pull it out slightly—so my cock can slip down my wrist and join my hand in Blake’s ass.  I fuck slowly, opening my fingers deep inside him to allow my cock to push past them.  I do a few strokes and pull my cock out—then my hand.  I grease it once more and slip it into him.  Again, my cock joins my left hand.  I love the feel of my dick on my palm—and then as it slips through my splayed fingers.

I pull out and take a long sip of my hot tea.  I work my left hand into him once again.  I play with his second hole.  I slip into it.  A little deeper this time.  Blake is groaning out sounds of encouragement.  I work a little more of me into him.  I have never been deeper in him. 

I pull out and we take a quick break.  He stays in the sling and I sit on the edge of the bed.  When he gives me the nod, I grab the two-tiered butt plug from the self under the television.  I grease it up.  The first few inches slip in easily.  I work the second tier into him slowly.  He groans out his pleasure.   It slips in.  I don’t try for depth with it—it’s a huge accomplishment just to take the second tier.

I slip it out.  I work my left hand in him again.  But he’s tensed up. 

“I think I need to tap out.”

I nod.

He tells me he can feel things shifting in his guts, endangering his clean-out.

I slide out and stand up.

We’ve been playing just a little over an hour.  He gets dressed, hugs me and we go upstairs…

*

After Kieran’s short stay the day before, I was really hoping to get off in Blake, but it will just have to wait one more day…

History: Finding (and Refining) My Kinks

 As I have finished writing all about the busy month of June, I thought it would be good to return to a post about my early sexual history.

 

2001-2004

My whole sexual experience expanded in 2001 with the CDC giving the OK for oral sex.  I had licked balls and shafts when I began playing with men other than my partner in the 1990’s, but I was careful about wet contact.  Now, while not immediately looking for guys to suck off, oral sex could be incorporated into our play as a whole.  I was still condomed for every fuck.  Every time.  I was never going to break that agreement I’d made with Rob.

I also began rimming my partners.  Rob and I had eaten each other’s asses for years, but I hadn’t done it with others since the health crisis.  Now it became part of almost every bathhouse hook up.  I loved approaching a stranger lying in the sling and surprising him by going to my knees and getting his hole opened with my tongue for the latex fuck that was about to happen.

During this time, I was also brave enough to finally attend my first piss party.  I knew piss itself was sterile—and could not support HIV.  The gathering was (and is) held in a back room of a gay bar in Chicago.  I was there to drink my water and feed my piss to others.  I had no interest in drinking it myself.  I was wearing my ancient pair of holey combat boots and my dirty jock.  In my sock was a string of condoms—in case anal sex was allowed.  I let men suck my cock.  I was in a very top mode that first time and did not always reciprocate—mostly to learn what was expected.  When I finally had to piss, I asked the guy sucking me if he wanted it.  He did.  I was standing in the middle of the room as I fed him my piss.  I had enough control to make the stream stop and start again, allowing him to swallow with ease.  Then my bladder took over and I gave the rest to him in a rush.  I loved watching how he beat his long cock as he gulped me down.  When I finally dribbled out the last drop, the guy stood up and leaned in to kiss me.  Why not? I thought.  Our mouths met and he fed me a huge mouthful of my own piss.  I was so turned on I shot a load.  He laughed and then cleaned my cock.  I sat back down.  Stunned.  And determined to drink from the tap before I left.  My hardon returned with the first gusher down my throat.  I don’t know how much I drank that first night, but I loved it.  (And I fucked a guy in the back corner—though technically, back then, we weren’t supposed to do that…)

I was still going south for work in the fall.  While there, I made a visit to the bathhouse in Atlanta.  It had no play area back then—everything was in the private rooms with the door firmly shut.  I had a pleasant time—but was in no hurry to go back.

When I was home and working in Michigan, I made a weekend trip to Toronto.  I began exploring the many bathhouses of that great city—many of which are gone now.  I loved Canadian men—who felt more uninhibited to me. And had so much foreskin to play with…

Closer to home, the Diplomat of Grand Rapids, opened a second location in Toledo.  My membership was good for either one.  And Toledo was a little closer—and the newer facility felt cleaner.  I spent lots of weekends there.  Room rental was good for 12 hours.  Play and sleep and play again before going out to breakfast and then renewing the room for another day.  I loved letting the retired State Trooper (he always brought up his former job) suck me off in the sauna.  I enjoyed seeing different men than the habitues of the other facility.

But the Toledo Diplomat did not have a sling.  The management always told me it was coming—but it never did.  But that didn’t stop a creative top who wanted one.  As is typical in a bathhouse, none of the walls of the individual room went to the ceiling (so you could hear each other fuck…) By standing on the bed, I could reach the top of the wall.  I bought two C clamps and would screw them in place on the wall over the head of the bed.  I then tied rope to them.  The other end of each strand had leather dog collars tied to them.  The collars went around the ankles of the bottom.  I could adjust the rope to the comfort of the bottom being trussed up, legs in the air, to fuck.  I left the door open as I plowed my first ass this way—and I became even more popular.  All the guys wanted to try it.

*

On the homefront, Rob was drinking even more.  He was a true functioning alcoholic at this point.  He was also finding more work away from me—so he could keep on doing it.  If he was home, my long weekends away were very much because I didn’t want to be around him—and watch him self-destruct.  He still would not admit there was any kind of problem with what he was doing to himself.

*

The other incredible change in 2001 was Manhunt.  I heard about the ‘dating’ site at one bathhouse or the other.  I had a computer—and found it.  Those early years were amazing.  Everyone wanted to meet.  I attended (and even set up) hotel parties—and guys turned out.   Even in my sparsely populated area of Michigan, you could find men.

Manhunt was responsible for my meeting and cultivating a long sex partnership with a man who lived in the town where I grew up.  He taught at one of the Universities—and was a pig, albeit a safer sex pig.  He was the first man I knew who owned a sling.  He’d fashioned his basement into a play room.   He had been a top in a relationship, but found his bottom side after his partner was gone.  This is where I truly refined my fisting technique.  We met almost every Monday.  He had other partners on the weekend—that he made sure I never met.   We fucked and fisted—a lot.  Occasionally joined by a top that he knew wouldn’t give me his ass.

My new playmate, Jack, also loved leather.  On my own, I had bought one piece, a codpiece, that had not been fitted to me properly (I know now.)  He encouraged me to get a harness.  And I did.  He thought I’d look good in chaps, but the readymade garments were never long enough for my long legs. He found a leather tailor in Chicago—and I went for a fitting while on a play weekend with Jack in the city.

He was a good friend.  And taught me a lot.  He was open to other kinks—and we tried a bunch of stuff.  As this was concurrent with my discovering watersports, he let me piss on his hole and lick it off.  His toy collection grew—and I loved the variety of things I could put up his shapely ass.

During this time, long before texting, I was in only occasional contact with my brother, living and working in New York City.  My parents were now wintering in Aruba.  They really wanted to take their two boys to the island and show them the timeshare they had.   We could never go during their months there due to our work schedules.  But eventually we went at a different time of year—and stayed at a similar property. 

We went for a walk over to view their condo.  It was nice and I could see why they spent Michigan winters here. Then my parents took us to their favorite part of the beach.  My mother seemed oblivious—but it was the gay section of the beach.   Almost all men, with the occasional topless female. (I proved it was the gay section by taking a walk into the underbrush and fucking an incredibly hot islander on the hood of his car, once he’d given me a Magnum.)

That night, after the parents were in bed, my brother and I sat on the veranda with a bottle of scotch and had a long talk about sex—our first in almost 15 years.  I told him I was going to the piss party in Chicago.  He told me he had helped start the piss group in NYC.  I told him about my love of leather.  He told he’d been a leather man since his move to the city.  I told him about how adept I’d become at fist.  He agreed that he loved working an ass that way.  We were so alike it was slightly frightening.  Both tops.  Both heavily into kink. Both in relationships that allowed us to have a homelife—and play with other men.  It was after that night that I began getting the best birthday presents from him:  speculums, toys, and the like. 

Even better, we were in close contact again. 

Learning the Key to Going Deep Inside Rudy

 My Playroom—June, 2026

 

I was surprised at myself for playing every other day after Rudy’s visit.  I am usually more of an every-three-day kind of person at this point in my life.  But I’d enjoyed it.  A lot.  I made sure to do nothing on Saturday so the balls would be full and ready for his return on Sunday…

 

Rudy’s a little early—which will ease our needing to watch the clock to get him back on the road to the airport.  He steps into the shower as I take the lubes down to the playroom and turn on the porn.   I go back up for a pitcher of water and my tea.  They get placed on the cabinet next to the bed.

Ruby comes down the stairs.  He’s stark naked.  And eager.

“Where do you want me?  On the bench?”  He points to the flattened fuck bench, where I seemingly always start.

“Let’s do this,” I tell him—and pull out the rimseat.  “We didn’t get to it last time—and I really want to eat your hole before it tastes of nothing but lube.” 

I lie down on the mat.  Rudy closes the seat and sits down.  I am so used to eating ass after a few fucks, that it feels odd to have him fresh from the shower.  Odd maybe, but wonderful.  I dig in.  He happily fondles himself while watching the German fist fuckers on the television as I eat his hole.  The seat pulls his downy cheeks apart and I can tongue fuck him with ease.  My cock is rampant as I do it.  I stroke it fast and furious.  He leans down to do it for me, but I order him back in place.  As good as it would feel to have someone else jerk me, I want to get into him as deep as I can—and I can’t do it if he leans forward.

He sighs as he settles back down.  He actually reaches to his sides and spreads his cheeks even farther apart.  It’s my turn to groan as my tongue slips deeper into him. His ass lips are slightly swollen.  I suckle them, making them plumper as the blood engorges the tissue.  I could stay here much longer—but he has a plane to catch.  I tap his thighs and he stands up before kneeling on the fuck table.

His hole is wet and open.  Our eyes meet in the mirror as I cover my dick with coconut oil.  I poke at his hole with the head of my cock, smearing additional lube on those lips that were just in my mouth.  I push in.   Rudy sighs—and the poppers go to his nose.  His hole opens and every inch of me is in his ass.  I hold for a long moment, feeling the wetness and the warmth cover me.

I begin a slow in an out.  I pick up speed.  Rudy is moaning.  Our eyes meet again in the mirror at the front of the bench.  I stop, pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  Rudy loves ass to mouth.  His tongue is all over me.  He chokes, on purpose, as he swallows me down.  I go back to his ass, covered in his saliva.  I fuck it into his hole.  This fuck is harder.  Maybe a little faster.  It makes Rudy groan.  He cleans me once more before we switch to the sling.

Once he’s settled, I kneel and eat his hole in earnest.  I love the mix of our juices and the coconut oil.  My dick is rock hard as my tongue swabs his hole.  Soon, I’m fucking him again.  Hard and fast, making the sling rock.

I grab the clear dildo with the black handle.  It glides into him, going deeper into his ass then any man can.  He likes the gentle stretch.  I fuck him once more.  Now the Seahorse, curve going down.  My dick replaces the toy for a few strokes.  Now I use it with the curve going up.  Rudy likes this even more.  Back to my dick.  Then I repeat it all again.

His hole is widening.  I grab the eggheaded dildo, grease it and work it into him.  I add my dick for a great double fuck.  I love the feel of it below my pounding cock.  I try it with my dick below the toy, too, but it is not as comfortable.  I go back to me on top.  Rudy’s eyes are glazed and shining.

It’s time for a serious opening.  I use the speculum.  The stainless steel is still cool as it slides into him.  I begin cranking him open.  Slowly.  He’s now open enough for my finger to snake in and play with his prostate after each turn of the crank.  Soon, he’s wide enough for my dick to fuck him with the speculum still in place.  The metal is his body temperature now.  Rudy’s eyes are on the mirror above him, watching me slide in.  I fuck him with long slow strokes.  As I pull out, there is that delightful sound of sucking air as I have created a vacuum in his hole.

I close the speculum carefully.  I grease my hands.  The left works in.  And out.  Again.  With a slight twist on the exit.  Now the right.  Rudy’s hole is built for my right hand, which still takes me by surprise.  I open it easily once it is inside him.  I tentatively explore the bend, the so-called second hole, making him shudder.  I pull out—and the left goes in again.  Deeper yet.  I have never been so deep in his hole.

“Touch my cock and I will open even more,” he murmurs.

I do.  His cock swells, but doesn’t fully harden—and my hand inside him slips a little deeper.  I smear precum over his cockhead and my hand goes a little deeper yet.

I go back to my left, but the angle is wrong for the deepest play.  I re-grease and my right inches ever deeper yet into Rudy.

We take a break.  On the television a hot man is squatting to take the fist from below.  Rudy wants to try it.  We move the flattened fuck bench to the end of the sling so he can see the porn—and use one of the vertical sling poles for balance.  I use the rimseat mat, so I’m not kneeling on the hard concrete.  I inch into him.  I haven’t done this position in a long time—and I love how different it feels.  Rudy can take control and sit down on my hand or I can work it deeper.

Rudy groans.  I am incredibly deep inside him.

“Stroke my dick again.”

I touch his flaccid, dripping cock.  It begins to swell.  Just a little.  The precum drips more and more.  I touch him once again—and he shoots his load—never getting fully hard.  I love how his ass spasms on my hand.  I work it out slowly and steadily.  Rudy gasps for breath, looking incredibly satisfied…

Rudy Takes the Devil's Dicks

 My Playroom—June, 2026

 

On Saturday, Rudy’s plane arrived in Detroit.  He rented a car and arrived at my house around noon.  He looked great.  We chatted for a while—and then he began his clean up as I made sure everything was ready in the playroom.  I took down the coconut oil and a bottle of J-Lube Rudy had mixed in the airport restroom.  (Something I wish I had witnessed…)  Soon, we were headed downstairs…

 

Rudy is naked.  He is lithe and well put together and very easy on the eyes.  I would never guess he’s now in his 50’s.  I am in my cleanest jock and boots.  I sit on the flattened fuck bench, my cock beginning to swell under the fabric.  He looks for a moment at the German fist porn on the television, then he focuses on me.  He kneels and reaches for my hidden cock.  He pulls my swelling dick out of the pouch, looks at it plumping in his hand, and then guides it into his mouth.  He deep throats me, making me fully hard. 

He pulls off me.  “Can you lose the jock.  I want to see that forest of pubes.”

I get rid of it.  I stay standing as he sucks my dick and licks my balls. It feels great, but I want his ass.  I tell him to get on all fours on the bench.  When he’s in place, our eyes meet in the mirror directly in front of him.  I kneel and look at his hot ass before I dive in.  I zero in on his hole with my tongue.  He moans.  I tongue fuck him harder.  He’s delicious—and opening easily to let me in deeper.  I spend a long time there.  I hear Rudy huff poppers.  He moans.  When he does it a second time, I stand up and slowly slide my cock into his hot hole.  He takes me to the root.  I grind those pubes he loves against his ass cheeks.  He groans…and I begin a slow in and out.  Deep on each stroke—and a pull almost all the way out.

I can’t keep that up for long.  My pace quickens.  I am soon pounding into his ass.  Rudy moans continually.  I pull out and bring my cock to his head.  He rears up and swallows me down, loving the taste of his hole on my dick.  He leaves me covered in spit—and I use it as lube for the next round of fucking.  He cleans me a second time. 

When I go back to his ass yet again, I reach for the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I dip it in the coconut oil until the oval head is dripping with lube.  I twirl it against his hole.  It slowly disappears inside him.  I keep it shallow, but there is still room for me to add some of my dick.  I fuck his hole again, with my cockhead slamming into the aluminum oval.

We move to the sling.  He hops in and his ankles find the stirrups with ease.  I hunker down and lick his used holes, where even now his ass lips are slightly puffy.  I suckle them as Rudy moans.  I smear my cock with coconut oil as I do it, so I am able to just stand up and push into him.  I fuck him.  Harder and harder.  Making the sling frame groan and the chains rattle.  I pull out and let him clean my dick of his ass jizz one more time.

“I have something for you,” I tell him.  “Stay right there, I will just be a moment.”  I grab my robe and head to the freezer upstairs.  The condoms are taped to a tented piece of cardboard.

I take them downstairs, along with a pair of scissors.  “You know I went load collecting as you suggested.  This is the load off a guy I usually fuck and breed.”  I snip Julian’s load off the cardboard and peel the latex off the frozen load of cum.  It’s a nice sized nugget.  I push it gently into his ass.  Rudy shivers—both at the cold and the very idea of taking some man’s load he’s never seen or even met.

“Now, this guy stayed soft as I sucked him until the moment he came.  He hardened up as he emptied his balls.”  I cut off the bearded guy’s load, peel it back and work it into Rudy.  He squirms.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“This big one has two loads in it.  This guy had huge balls, but only a micro penis.  But I got his load.  It’s mixed with a Latin guy’s cum who usually bottoms…”

“Give them to me!”

I cut off the bloated condom, peel off the latex and work it up Rudy’s now slippery hole.

“This last one is all me…”

Snip.  Peel.  Insert.

“So cold…” he murmurs, his eyes closed.

“You’re leaking,” I tell him as I kneel.  I bury my face in his ass crack.  I find his wet hole with my tongue and taste the mix of loads that have already been in my mouth.  I lick up the overflow and actually push one nugget of cum back into Rudy with my tongue.  I stand up.  I point at my full mouth.  He nods and opens wide.  I lean across him and drool some of the mixed seed into his mouth.

My cock pushes into him.  His hole has been cooled by the four frozen nuggets.  One is still more solid than I expect.  I feel it melt around my cock shaft as I give him a slow, churning-the-loads fuck.  I pull out.  My shaft is covered.  I move to the side of the sling near his head.  He does the crane around and cleans me.  He gets every drop.  I lean down and kiss him.  We share what little he hasn’t hungrily swallowed.

I go back to his ass.  I felch a little more.  I feed it to him.  I fuck in the cummy mess of his ass again.  It is no longer cool. The heat of his hole has melted it all.  I fuck him hard, frothing the escaping cum that clings to his ass lips.

He cleans my cock again.  With reverence. 

When I go back, I grease up my hands with J-lube.  “I’m going to fist what’s left of that cum even deeper into you.”

And I do.  He tells me that if I play with his cock a little his second hole opens.  It works.  My fingers slip in—deeper than I’ve ever been inside him.

The fisting is spelled by using the Spades and the Seahorse.  I find that, with how he’s built, my right hand is easier to get into him.  I fist.  I begin a back and forth of right and left.

We take a break.  He sees a guy on screen kneeling and almost squatting on the guy’s hand.  We move the bench/table to the end of the sling so he can watch as I do the same thing to his hole as what’s happening on the screen.  He loves it.

It’s getting to be near the time he has to continue on to his parents.  I have my right hand imbedded in him.  I leave it there and milk his cock.  He explodes all over the fuck table.

I don’t try for orgasm.  I’ve had my fun—and I know I’ll see him in a week’s time as he heads back to the airport…

Holes In Bloom

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Exploring Dominic's Second Hole

 My Playroom—April, 2026

 

I got a message on AssPig, the fisting site.  A man from one of the western states was going to be in Michigan on business.  He wondered if I was close to where his meeting was going to be.  I told him I lived about an hour away.  It took maybe three more messages each to agree we were attracted to each other and to set the date and time.  And just like that, I had a date to warm my cock and hands in a hot looking ass…

 

The doorbell sounds.  It’s Dominic.  He’s likely mid-40’s, though he looks younger.  He is thin and lithe, and as he strips down, he shows off some tats that are true works of art.  His hair is darkish blond and cropped short.  I ditch my robe.  We are both naked now but for jocks. We hug.  There is no cock sucking, he just turns and gets on all fours on the flattened fuck bench.  His ass is drawing me like a magnet.  I kneel behind him and begin to lick the butt that in the next two plus hours I will get to know very well.

Dominic groans.  “Eat that fuck hole.”  I thrust deeper into him, spitting into his hole at the same time.  I lube my cock with coconut oil.  I stand up and enter him.  He groans.  He finds the mirror on the side wall and watches me open him up.  I fuck slowly—going very deep inside this younger man.  Finally, I speed up, so that my balls are slapping his ass with every stroke.

I pull out.  “Let me taste it!” 

I bring my wet cock to him.  He swallows me down.  His tongue gets very busy.  He pulls off me, with a satisfied moan.  I re-lube and fuck him again.  As I do so, I pick up the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I dip it in the tub of liquid coconut oil.  I smear it around the stainless-steel head while I fuck.  I pull out and twist the BBB into him.  He moans.  It grows to a groan as I add my cock.  I fuck him hard, driving the toy a little deeper into him with every stoke as my cockhead smashes into the metal.

I ‘make’ him clean my cock again, leaving the BBB in place.  I fuck him once more, now just using his added spit for new lube.  Dominic is pushing back on me—driving the BBB and my dick even deeper into his ass.

I finally pull out.  I am cleaned once again.  Coconut oil is new to him and he loves it.  We move to the sling. He hops in and has his feet in the stirrups before I can help him.  I kneel and eat his ravaged hole.  His ass lips are engorging and I can’t keep them out of my mouth.  I spend a long time on the floor before I stand up and fuck.  I can’t take my eyes off his expressive face. 

I grease up the eggheaded dildo.  It slides into him easily.  “Nice,” he mutters.  His eyes get bigger as I add my cock.  My dick glides along the ribbed shaft—giving me a different pleasure than what he is feeling.  I fuck with it below my dick for most of the time, though for a moment I reverse things.

I want to crank him open.  He’d eyed the speculum the moment he walked into the playroom.  I grease it up and slide it into him.  “Oh, yeah…” he moans as I begin the slow crank open.  He tells me he loves the stretch of a good speculum.  I have it open enough now that I can add my cock.  His eyes go wide again as I begin to fuck into his splayed open hole.  “That’s new…” he whispers.  “Nice…”

I pull out and open him a bit more.  I fuck him again.  Eventually, I crank it shut and pull it out.  I go get the Seahorse.  With its gentle widening girth, it is a great last toy before I settle down for working my hand into him.  He nods in rhythm as I work it into him:  curve up, curve down, curve up…

My left hand is covered in the lube he brought for me to use.  It’s an easy glide into his hole.  Two fingers.  Three.  Four.  And the thumb, pressed against my palm.  I do a slight twist of my hand and I am fully inside him.  He is wet and hot and welcoming.  I stay still for a long moment before I inch my way into him.  With this first fist in him, I can actually touch my middle finger to the bend—his second hole.

I work myself out, re-grease and slip into him again.  He is an amazing player, knowing just how to help me get inside him.  I lean in, my cheek to his chest, as I work into him.  I am rewarded with two fingers going around the bend.  I grease up the right.  He takes it just as easily.  So many men have trouble with my right hand, but not Dominic.  He opens his ass—and on the first try, I have my middle finger at the bend.  I go back to a freshly lubed left hand.  I work slowly…deeper and deeper.  His eyes glaze and I find that I have three fingers stroking his second hole—causing yet another full body orgasm.

We take a break.  I pull out the rimseat.  I can’t wait to eat his hole again after all the stretching.  I get under and Dominic shuts the lid.  “Love this…” he says as he sits down on the seat.  My tongue goes deep.  He gasps.  He kneads the bulge in his jock.  I bliss out and just keep sucking on those plump ass lips or drilling as deep as possible into him.  I don’t remember if I suggested he ride me or not—but suddenly he is up and settling his hot ass on my drooling cock.  He pounds down on me. Then he’s back on my face, his ass freshly wet and delicious.  I have a moment where I have to stop stroking myself, the pleasure is so intense.

Dustin wants to go back to all fours on the bench.  I grease up both hands.  I work the left in.  Now the right.  Back and forth.  But I realize he is at a point where my alternating hands can go faster.  Soon I am truly punch fisting him—and he is egging me on as I do it.  Left.  Right. Left.  Right.  A pause and then again.

“Perfect,” he tells me before suggesting the sling.  “I own the Cutler X, too.  I’d love for you to use it on me.  He moves to the sling and I grab the toy.  I have used it but not often.  I grease up the massive toy.  After all we’ve done tonight, Dominic takes it.  I stop when it’s halfway up him.  I slide it out, re-grease and this time he masters three-quarters of the toy.  Once more I lube it up—and he takes all but the last inch or so.

I move back to hand…slow exploration after all the punching.  My cheek on his abdomen, feeling my hand below me explore his depths.

It’s late—and his hole is tiring.  “Can you send me home with a load?”

I nod.  “All I’ll need to do is lick your ass and I’ll be hard again.”  I kneel and do just that.  My cock is aching to be inside him once more.  I slide in—he bears down on me, milking my dick.  In moments I am giving him just what he wants…

*

I received a text from him just as I was about to turn out my light for the night:  “My hole is happy!” 

I was, too…

Going Deep Into S J

 My Playroom—April, 2026

 

I was more than ready for some good buddy sex, after my Dom/sub session.  S J, who I’d first met at the sex party in Grand Rapids (which has now gone on hiatus) was eager to come down.  We settled on a Thursday in the middle of the month.

S J had just gotten a subscription for Trimix and wondered if he could use it.  I had no problem with that.  On his arrival, we hugged and he went straight off to the bathroom to take care of things.  We went down together.  I lay on the bed watching him strip, tossing his clothes in the chair by the door…

 

S J crawls between my splayed legs.  My cock is already out of the jock and hard.  He licks up my shaft.  Slowly.  Enjoying every millimeter.  Eventually, he swallows me down, taking it all.  He chokes—and pulls off me.  He does it all again.  And again.

“I want to lick your balls.  Go over to the bench.”

The fuck bench is still in the table position.  I sit on the edge and he kneels in front of me.  His tongue is all over my sack.  He lifts them so he is able to lick my cockring.  He flirts with licking down my perineum.  Then it’s sucking the orbs, one at a time, into his mouth.  I keep murmuring my appreciation as he goes along.

“Let’s change places.  I want to eat your ass.”

I kneel and my tongue works its way into his pucker.  As always, S J opens easily.  My tongue is delightfully deep inside him.  I slather my cock with coconut oil as I lick.  I stand up and slide in.  I bottom out as S J moans.  A brief hold and I begin a slow, welcoming fuck.  It builds.  Harder and intense.  I suddenly pull out of him.  I know he wants to taste his juices, so I step to his mouth.  He devours me.

I go back and fuck him again, using his additional saliva for more lube.  He cleans me once more, moaning deep in his throat.  On the way back to his ass, I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I dip the oval end of it in the coconut oil and, with a circular motion, push it into him.  He gasps.  I add my cock.  I love this new DP toy.  The thin shaft of the toy is under me—and my raging cock head keeps battering the head of the toy ever deeper into him.

I twirl it out of him, re-lube and do it all again.

We move to the sling.  S J slips into the stirrups all on his own.  I eat his abused hole.  I fuck it.   I go get the clear dildo with the black handle.  I grease it up and he takes it as deeply as any man in my stable.  Suddenly, I push the toy downwards.  The handle is under my balls in just a blink of an eye.  I add my cock to this toy, too, something I’ve never done before.  S J keeps nodding to me.  He loves it.  It’s tight, but with all the lube, very pleasurable.

I pull out and hang the chain from the middle of the sling frame.  I buckle up ankle restraints on each of his legs.  I clip his ankles to the chain so his legs are straight up.  I kneel and eat his exposed hole.  I stand and fuck him in this position.  It gives me his hot ass at a totally new angle—and we both love it.

Leaving his legs at 90 degrees, I grab the Seahorse, the curved and ridged toy.  I work it into him.  Then I fuck with the real thing.  Now the Seahorse with the curve going the opposite way.  And me, again.

I unclip his ankles let him return to the stirrups.  I eat his swollen ass lips.  He moans.  It’s time for the main event.  I slip the closed speculum into him.  I crank it open.  Slowly.  He groans.  My finger keeps playing with his prostate after each turn of the crank.  The Trimix has worked and S J is rock hard.  I play.  I crank.  It’s now wide enough to add my dick.  I stand up and fuck him.  As always, I enjoy the stainless steel to the sides of my cock and his hot flesh above and below.

I pull out, my dick making a sucking sound as the fuck has created a vacuum.  I finger him a little more, now fucking him once again, and only then, begin to slowly close the medical tool.

His hole is so ready for my hand.  Grease up the left and quickly have his sphincter snapping closed around my wrist.    I rotate it out and go in again.  This time, I’m standing and my hard cock can slide down my wrist and disappear into him, where my hand can cup my cock.  I fuck him—letting my cock glide between my fingers deep in his insides.

I switch to my right hand.  I try to add my cock with my fist this way, too.  But it’s never been as comfortable.  I get my dick out of him and let my right hand slowly explore his insides…

*

We’ve taken a break to rest my back after all the fisting.  As S J still has the ankle restraints on, I suggest I add the spreader bar.  He gets on the flattened fuck bench.  I clip the bar in place.  He grabs it and rolls back, giving me his ass again for another great fuck.

We move back to the sling.  I do a lot of alternate hand play.

His cock is still rock hard.  I add wrist restraints to S J.  I get him out of the sling and clip his arms to the chains, above his head.  His cock is jutting out.  I go to my knees and begin sucking him.  He squirms in pleasure.  Eventually, I stop, having enjoyed something new with him.

I unhook him and he lolls back in the sling.  “My hole is beginning to tell me to go easy on it.”

“Done?”

“Not quite yet.”

I ask him to pick a toy.  He chooses the big Sex Machine, the one that is molded to look like a robot’s cock.  I grease it up.  He takes maybe two thirds of it.  I add more lube.  This time, he takes three quarters of it.

And his hole had had enough.  We can’t keep the goofy looks of pleasure off either of our faces…