"They Look Like Twins"

Indianapolis, IN—January, 2018

I did have one other encounter in January.  I don’t really need to do a post for it, but...  While working in rural Indiana and we had a Sunday off, I went to The Works, the second bathhouse in Indianapolis.  Sunday afternoon at a bathhouse—sounds logical, yes? 

I used to go to The Works for play and then stay the night as I commuted to a job in Tennessee.  I always thought of The Works for cock sucking and The Club for fucking.  For some reason (and I really don’t know now) I stopped going.  It was certainly starting to show wear or perhaps I wanted to fuck more, but I just stopped.   

But I’d read on BBRT, The Works was about to start hosting Cum Union parties.  I wanted to see the place again, even though I knew I couldn’t go to the first CU party.  I found it in much better shape.  There was now a sling room and an expanded play area in a video room.  That was to the good.  

The day, though, was kind of a bust.  I did find a couple of guys who wanted suck me, but they were really not very good.  One was handsome enough, but those teeth!!  I swallowed a load in the steam room after about 5 seconds of sucking.  This part of the post doesn’t get the “Bad Sex” label or the “Odd.”  Do I need to create a “Ho-Hum Sex” label?

*****

Memphis, TN—February, 2018

I made my usual job related trip to Memphis.  I went to the same bookstore I’d found the year before on my only evening off.  There is one “theatre” where mismatched chairs are in poorly aligned rows to look at the small television showing grainy straight porn.  You now get to it by walking through the arcade, where the doors look like they’d fall off the hinges if they ever got used.   There is still a bathroom where men scope out each other at side by side urinals.  There is also that small side room with nothing but a block to support yourself as you bend over…

I sit in the back row.  It’s really dark.  The screen is so small it throws out no extra light at all.  I am very aware of sex noises happening in the blackest corner.  Finally my eyes adjust.  A big bear of a man is hunched over giving head.  He totally blocks the man he’s sucking.  From the sounds the recipient is making, the head must be terrific.  The sucker works harder.  The sounds of orgasm are unmistakable.  Looking like he’s just run a marathon or he’s just learning how to walk, the recipient pushes by the sucker and me, doing up his zipper, on his way to the bathroom.  I can see he is a good looking guy, but not much else.

The sucker turns to me.  Of course I’ve gotten my dick out to jack to the terrific aural of the blowjob, not the threeway (I think) that’s on the screen.  The sucker looks like he’s just pitched camp and cut the firewood for the evening.  He finds a stray strand of cum in his Grizzly Adams beard and licks his finger clean.  He moves down the two seats between us to be next to me.  He licks his lips.  I pause for only a millisecond.  I nod.  And he bends to take me in his mouth.

Oh, fuck!   He’s great.  This is how a blowjob is supposed to be.  His tongue is constantly on the move, the suction is good, there’s a ton of spit—maybe it’s cum?!—and he’s found a great rhythm.  His beard is tickling my balls.  Woof!

He works on me a long time.  I have a moment early on where I think I might give him my load.  Nope, my cock thinks differently and  it continues to just enjoy the expert sucking.

He finally stops.  “Are you ever going to cum?”  It’s a much higher voice than I expect from this big bear.  I explain I rarely get off with sucking—no matter how good.  He thanks me.  I thank him.  He goes off to his waiting dinner, saying “You’ll have no problem finding someone who wants that big thang.”

I go into the back room.  The good looking guy is there.  The moment I enter, he gets on his knees, his mouth open.   I feed him.  He’s no here near as good, but certainly not bad.  It’s fun to be in charge.  I fuck my big, wet dick into his mouth.  My fucking his face makes him knead his recently spent cock through his pants.  And it also gives him an idea.  He gets up and lies on the block, his head hanging over the edge.  I lower my cock into his mouth.  I fuck deeper and deeper into his throat.  He gags.  And loves it.  He’s now hard under his fly.  I pump into his face.   Going extra deep every so often to make his gag reflex go off.

He sits up after a dozen or so times of this.  “I wish I could get your load.” 

I explain again.  We break.  I go back to the back row—and sit in the corner chair where he was.

I stroke to the porn—are they pirates doing her?

The good looking guy finds me.  He unzips.  “I know what you need,”  he hisses.  He feeds me his cock.  I suck him.  He holds my head still and fucks my face—except he doesn’t have enough dick to gag me.  But he does have another load.  Not big—but it fires with real strength into my mouth.  I swallow hungrily.  He pats my head and leaves.

I stroke.

I really want another cock to suck.

A 30-something Black man comes in.  He sits next to me.  He’s drop dead gorgeous.  He pulls out a very large dick.  We stroke in silence.

“Stand up,” he whispers.  I think he wants to suck me.  I stand.  But he does, too.  I’m confused.  “Look at our dicks.”  I do.  “They look like twins!”   He gestures me to put mine side by side with his, but facing the other way.  My cock drools into his tight corkscrewed pubes.  We are exactly the same length.  The same girth.  Big mushroom heads.  In Black and White.  “I need to suck me some of that.”

He gets to his knees and I am treated to my third good blowjob.  Sloppy and wet.  When his knees tire, he stands back up.  I offer him a guiding hand as he slips on the floor.  He surprises me with a wet, pre-cummy kiss.  “Now suck me like that.”

I go to my knees.  I take him as deep as I am able.  He hands me poppers.  I hit them and am able to take him to the root.  Repeatedly. 

And I cum.  Right between his legs.  Puddles and puddles of it.

He pulls out and, with a quick grunt, white washes my beard.  He pushes it back into my face and lets me clean up every drop.

Piss Party (with Sling)

Chicago—January, 2018

Alejandro and I went out for a drink after our play session (as if we needed more fluids running through our systems!!) at the bar where the piss party is held.  It was very early on a Friday night so it was the two of us, a chatty, mildly flirtatious bartender and one other customer.  Alejandro reminded me that with the dirt cheap deal he’d gotten on his flight, and with how far we were from the airport, that he would only be able to stay for some of the piss party.  We worked out he could leave his bag at my room and take the extra key so he could shower before he Uber-ed to O’Hare.
 

After one drink, and a lot of get to you each other chat, he went off to sleep—he’d had little due to other travel—and I needed food.

The next day, we got into the back bar 15 minutes before the party started.  I set up the sling.  Alejandro stripped to a jock and boots, and flirted with a new (to me) event bartender.  I got ready with my usual piss party attire of a piss yellowed jock (which I’m destroying for a reader), my old combat boots and my yellow trimmed Neoprene harness. 

And it was cold.  I could feel the heat trying to defrost the room, but it was still January inside and out in the back bar.  It warmed up about an hour into the play—the very time Alejandro beat a retreat for the airport.  I think he pissed on a guy in the inflatable wading pool… 

The party starts slowly.  The number of men for the first hour is sparse…nobody is rushing to get wet with the cold.  I catch up with a number of men I haven’t seen for months.  Some times that means chatting.  Sometimes that means an exchange of dick sucking.  I talk to the Coat Check Otter.  His beard has really grown since I saw him.  We spend quite a bit of time kissing.  And groping. 

The crowd arrives…an hour into it.  The room is warmer and the pissing begins.  I find the cub I met here who is also from Michigan.  I bend him over, so he holds on to the bar as I eat out his hairy ass crack.  It’s not even damp.  I stand up and remedy that with my first piss of the night—it goes on forever and leaves him squirming.  I kneel back down and clean him up.

“I want to get fucked his time.”

I ask if he’s up for the sling.

“Not yet,” he tells me, leading me into a darker area behind the screens.  He bends, supported by the bench that runs along the wall.  “I want that raw dick in my PrEP-ed hole.”  I kneel behind him and take another taste of his pissed out ass crack.  I hear the poppers open.  A huge hit.  “Eat me out.  Fuck, yeah.” 

I spit one last time onto his hole.  I stand up and prod his pucker with my dripping dick.  Once.  Twice.  I’m in.  I sink to half my length.  He groans and takes another hit.  I sink into him.  A man arrives to shower the Cub’s back with piss.  The hot liquid runs down the crack and is fucked into him.  The poppers open again.  His hole responds.  The Cub goes all guttural, making incoherent babble about cock and ass.  I slap one of his cheeks.  His chute tightens on my cock.  I fuck and fuck…

*****

A good looking, bookish-type is hiding out in the dark corner on the opposite side to the sling.  We chat.  He’s new to the party.  He hefts my dick and haltingly wonders if I have piss.  I do.  He gets down on his knees.  I rest my semi-hard cock on his lower lip.  We wait.  I swig from my water bottle and the piss flows.  A lot.  He manages to take it all.  The sheer volume leaves him breathless. He stands ups, rather unsteady.  “Damn…” he says, “Now I have to piss.”

I kneel.  I look up at him—I love the look of shock on his face.  He starts the stream before it’s anywhere near my mouth.  I bend and take him in—letting the head sit on my tongue.  There is as much volume as I gave him.  I suckle him down.  I save the last spurt in my mouth.  I stand up and kiss him—giving him his own piss back.  Our bodies hungrily grind together.  It’s only when I finally break the kiss I see that he has shot a load all over my bushy pubes.  I thank him and deliberately wipe them up with the grungy jock.

*****

I am near the sling.  A hot Ginger has asked if he can fuck his friend in it.  I assure him it’s there for all to use.  He plows his bud.  He gives him a load as I watch.

I feel a hand clap on my shoulder.  “Let the man eat it out.”  I look.  It’s the party organizer.  The Ginger eventually pulls out and I feast on his load.  He watches with pleasure as I savor his cum.  The bottom squirms and jacks his dick.

“Fuck, yeah,” says the Ginger.  “Now you can fuck me.”

I stand up.  The friend is helped out of the sling.  The Ginger jumps in.  I stirrup him up and lean across his hot otter body and kiss him.  He groans deep in his throat as he tastes his own sperm on my tongue.  I linger in his mouth a long time.  He’s a great kisser.  When I come up for air, I thank him by pissing on his ass crack.  I lick up another hairy ass.  I drill some into his hole.  Another man walks by and pisses on the Ginger’s cock.  It sluices down for me to lick that piss up, too.

The Ginger is panting.  I stand.  He may have just cum, but his cock has stood up again.  I push into his wet ass.  His ass is tight.  It clings to my cock on every move I make.  It’s a delicious feeling.  I am moving slowly, to let him get used to me. 

But he will have none of it.  “Just fuck me.  Fuck me hard.”

I pick up the pace.  I pummel his butt with loud wet smacks of flesh on flesh.

Another of his friends finds him in the sling.  “Fuck, man, I never see you take cock.”

“You want to sample his ass,” I ask this new arrival.

He nods.  I pull out.  He takes my place and fucks his friend.  “You are so tight…” the friend begins.  And suddenly he’s coming.  He’s fucking a load into the Ginger after maybe three strokes.

“Let me clean you up.”  I kneel.  The friend obediently pulls out and sticks his cummy cock in my mouth.  I tongue him clean.  I taste it in the Ginger’s hole.  I bring a wad of it up on my tongue to his waiting mouth.  We snowball his friend’s load as my cock finds its way back into the slick hole.  I let him swallow it as I stand back up and fuck.

We only stop when the Ginger asks for a breather.

*****

I play with Coat Checker Otter at his station.  It’s busy enough he can’t get away.

I feed more piss.  I watch the Ginger fuck someone else in my sling. 

I try for more piss down my throat with a regular, but he is dry.

As the evening nears the end, I find the Ginger.  “Would you like another load?

“Fuck yeah.  There’s a fresh one up there for you.”

He hops back into the sling.  I kneel and try for a taste.  He pushes and a large dollop of the mixed loads lands on my tongue.  I think about snowballing, but I’m suddenly greedy.  I swallow it.  He pushes again.  Another pearl of cum lands on my tongue.  This time I stand and share it in a passionate kiss.  I want to piss, but I’m empty.  With our mouths still attached, my cock finds the wet entrance to his ass.  I push and I’m in.  I let him squeeze me as we continue to kiss.

Now I need to fuck.  I straighten up, grab the sling frame above me and rail into him. 

The Ginger locks eyes with me.  “Shoot it, man.  I want to feel you cum.”

I look down.  He’s totally hard and stroking.  And then he’s pissing himself.  I am fucking the piss out of him.

I explode.  Spurt after spurt fires into his Ginger haired hole…

Unexpected Picture Post

It's always good to be searching for something else and find a picture of yourself.

Especially if it's you fucking a hot man like Jayson Park.

This is a still I had never seen before from my first porn: Jayson's MAL Barebang.

Piss Fucking--From Online to Reality

Chicago—January, 2018

We had chatted online for at least half a year.  Maybe more.  He loved the blog.  He loved that I could piss hard.  He knew my brother from shopping at the leather store where he worked.  We talked about a meet—but why bring a sex pig to my tiny town?  With his love of piss I asked if he would he consider Chicago—timed to include the monthly piss party?

Our chats (and looking at the pictures he sent) were a pleasant diversion.  I never for a moment thought we’d actually meet.  The east coast is a long way from southwest Michigan or the northside of Chicago.  But suddenly it all fell into place.  I don’t think he could believe he was coming on such a whim either.  I remember Alejandro emailing me his flight info so I’d believe he had really made the leap of faith.  I got busy and got a room at the motel closest to the piss party.  We’d have a play date with just us on Friday and go to the piss party on Saturday.

I arrived in town, fleeing from a snowstorm that was blanketing Michigan—but I made it in to town easily.  I set up the sling. I set up the rimseat by the desk.  I pulled off the quilted bedspread and a blanket, folding them and putting them out of the way.  I put the tarp under the sling and an old sheet of mine on top of that to catch the piss run off.  And I began to tank up.

As it turned out, he got a room, too.  I don’t think he needed me to hear his prepping for our play.  He sent a text saying he had arrived and was cleaning up and did I remember how we’d agreed to start the meet?  I did.  And he arrived at my door dead on time.  I stepped out of the bathroom and firmly closed that door and walked across the room to open the outside door…

I am dressed in my jeans and a shirt.  My new yellow jock from Toronto, the pouch of which is bulging nicely in anticipation, is under my 501’s.  I open the door.  Fuck!  He’s even better looking than his pictures.  He’s a good head shorter than I am.  Mid to late 30’s. A great smile in a handsome face.  He’s Latino, so his hair is dark and, I am soon to learn, everywhere. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to piss.  May I use your bathroom?”

“Sure, come on in.”  I shut the door behind him as he swings a bag down onto the floor.

“So, may I…”

I look to the door.  “Sorry I forgot that my boy is in there.”

His eyes widen.  He may have suggested the role play for our first words…but now he’s not sure where it’s going.  “I…”

“You can still piss.”  I kneel in front of him.  “Just piss down my throat.”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on…you need relief.  I can see it.”  This is certainly the truth.  It is so obvious that this beautiful man has got to piss.  Now.

“Ok…”  He unzips, as I unbutton myself, and hauls out a fucking beautiful PA-ed dick.  I know, thanks to Jacob, just how to fold the PA out of the way with my tongue.   It barely makes it into my mouth before it begins pissing a torrential stream.  I swallow and swallow jerking my aching dick to full hardness.  Eventually the onslaught down my gullet peters out.  I begin sucking his cock.  He stops me, only to strip out of his clothes as I do mine.  We put our boots back on.

“Let me drink your piss.”  He kneels on the tarp in front of the sling.  I give it to him—but it’s still stronger than it should be considering how much water and citrus Gatorade I have been knocking back.  We get it out of his mouth and I use it to cover his chest.  He comes up and we have a wet sloppy kiss…the first of countless ones in the next few hours.

*****

He’s in the sling.  I am eating his piss soaked ass.  My piss has cleared and it’s wonderful.  I drill into his hole, getting his taste on my tongue.  I stand up, lean across him and kiss him deeply again.  I go back down and eat more of his hairy hole.  There is so much hair down there for the piss to cling to, I work hard to get every drop. 

I grease my dick lightly.  It takes a little time to get into his ass.  He loves to bottom but rarely does at home.  I have to really work him open.  At last my cock sinks into Alejandro.  I fuck him incredibly slowly.  Every little movement shoots waves of pleasure through both of us.  I pick up the tempo.  I fuck and fuck until the sling rattles.  I slow it down.  Pull out.  And shoot a huge stream of piss across his chest and into his open mouth.

I bend and clean him up.  I come around the side of the sling.  I lick his nipples.  His hairy chest.  The hollow in his neck where some piss has formed a tiny puddle.  I stand up and piss his armpit.  I clean it thoroughly with my tongue, mixing his sweat with my piss.  I kiss him again, releasing the mixture into his mouth.

I go back and fuck.

And piss.

*****

We play on the stripped down bed a little, too, but we both want to go back to where we can be wet.
 

I eat his ass again and he pisses himself.  The rivulets of pale liquid cascade down his thighs, around his balls and onto my waiting tongue.  I poke them into his now sloppy hole.  He moans deep in his throat.  I stand up, and with all that hair still sopping wet, I fuck him.

*****

I take a breather and drink some more.

I drink from his tap again.

He gets back in the sling.  I am rock hard from having drunk him down.  I push into his wet hole.  I don’t go deep—and I begin to fill him.

“Oh, damn…fill my ass up.”

I do.  I give him all his recycled piss back.

I fuck in it.  Some sloshes out of him on the backstroke and onto my boots. 

He knows what I really want.  I pull out.  I knee and seal my lips around his hole.  He pushes.  Piss spurts into my mouth.  And again.

I stand up.  My lips lock on his and I yellow ball our piss into his mouth.  He takes it hungrily.  And gives it back.  Neither of us want to look greedy and swallow it first.

I fuck some more. 

I need to piss again.

I fill up his ass.

He fills my mouth.

This time I drool it into his mouth from on high.  He can’t get enough—his eyes shine with piss gluttony.  We kiss.  Deep.  Long.  Neither wanting to break the kiss.

I move around and kiss his swollen hole.  I tongue it—cleaning him up.

But my cock goes deep into him again and again…

Teaser to Post

Look at this ass....

This is the ass in the post I'm writing as you are reading this....

I keep getting distracted...

**********

Yes, I was planning on writing last night.  I went out instead.  A young man wanted to meet in a neutral space.  I agreed.  I found him there drinking coffee and immersed in his phone.  He was in his mid -20's,  handsome and had long dreadlocks brushing his shoulders.  He wanted to know about piss play.  About my playroom.  How to prep for it. How I liked to play with piss.

I was eager to share.

We chose not to get wet last night.  Partly for I have a big day today and didn't want to wake up every half hour to piss.  Partly for the cold snap here in Michigan has made my playroom cold--even with a space heater--it was not the night to be covered in piss while I ate his ass.

But I'm sure you will be reading about it soon on these pages.

Now the odd part--the boy above with the hot, hot ass. He came to meet me for what turned out to be the hottest piss play so far of 2018...

Stay Tuned.

Used

Detroit—January, 2018

The last time he appeared in these pages he wasn’t called by any name.  He’s a sub, after all.  He was just “boy” if I ever referred to him.  When we last met, he begged me to call him names I still refuse to type.  We had not met up since that time.  Only the distance we live apart had kept me from using him again.  That was about to change.

The boy had contacted a top friend of mine.  The top, Alex, called me and wondered if I could help him use the boy.  I could.  This top has appeared in these pages, too.  He loves gay campgrounds—and you’ve read about me gagging on his big dick that gets unexpectedly thick in the middle of the shaft.

We drove together and found the boy’s house easily.  He was ready to serve…

I go in first.  We greet each other in his kitchen.  No hugs, just verbal.   His eyes are lowered.  He takes me into the living room and kneels to help me remove my outdoor boots.  He is unlacing them as Alex comes in.  He stays on his knees while we strip off.  I put on my good combat boots.  I reach for my chaps and let them drop back in the bag.

“Get up,” I tell him.  “Kneel on the couch.”

He does, his ebony ass jutting right at me.

I am instantly on my knees.  My face is in his ass crack.  I pull back and give his butt a loud slap with the flat of my hands.  He grunts out a “Thank you, Sir.”

I go back to eating his hole.

“Fuck me, Sir.”

I ignore him and keep eating.  Finally I stand up and push into his wet hole.  Hard.  No finesse.  Marking him as ours for the next few hours.  I fuck.  The sound fills the room.  I pull out the moment I sense that Alex is ready to take my place.

I let Alex fuck him as I zip myself into my chaps.

Our play had little linear momentum that afternoon.  Here are a few moments of how the boy was used.

We are in his bedroom on his bed, which is stripped of everything but a sheet.  He is on all fours.  I am sitting, legs splayed wide, as he sucks my dick.  Alex, kneeling behind him, is fingering the boy’s hole.  He reaches round and has the boy taste his ass on Alex’s fingers.  He pulls them out of his mouth and directs his head back onto my cock.  Alex fucks him from behind.  Hard and loud.  The boy gasps around my cock, but his eyes are shining.  He’s right where he wants to be. 

When it’s my turn to fuck, we don’t move, we just turn the boy.  I get up on my knees, briefly taste his hole and enter him.  I direct his head onto Alex’s ass wet cock.  He makes a show of not doing ass to mouth—until his mouth touches the cock.  Then he can’t hide his hunger for it.

We rotate him again.

And again.

His ass is wet now.  Terrifically wet and sloppy.  I tell him so.

And we turn him around one more time.

*****

We go next door into the sling room—in what would have been a guest bedroom.  He is about to get into it.  I stop him.  I unhook one side of the sling so it hangs to the floor.  I put my leather restraints on his wrists.  I hook him to the chains above his head.  His body is bent at a 90 degree angle with his hands reaching out in front of him.  I attach my homemade spreader bar to his ankles.  He can’t go anywhere.  I take out my leather paddle.  I run it all over his back, down his ass crack and down his thighs.  I’ve yet to give him a first whack with it.  He is shivering in anticipation.

“Put the blindfold on him,” I tell Alex.

He buckles it in place.

I slap his ass cheek with the paddle.  First one cheek, then the other.  Back and forth.  Enough to smart, to just raise the blood to the surface of the skin.  Alex has found a wooden paint stirrer on the equipment table.  He is under the boy, doing the same thing, but lighter, to the boy’s full jock pouch.

I give him one last smack.  This one is hard.  It has to sting.  My mouth is instantly on the place I hit him.  I finger his ass crack as I kiss his black butt.  My tongue goes into his very hairy ass crack.  He moans.  I begin to lick out all the precum we’ve left in him…

*****

The boy is on his back and under the rimseat.  I am sitting on it.  The boy is good.  He eats ass like a pro now.  My hole is sopping wet.  Alex is between the boy’s splayed legs.  He fingers the well fucked boy hole.  He shoulders the boy’s legs and his cock begins to fuck him.  The boy forgets all about my hole and revels in the fuck.

*****

We finally put him in the sling.

There are toys to use on him.  Some of his own—some I’ve brought. 

Then it’s our cocks again.

Alex first.  A blistering fuck until he cums deep inside.

He pulls out.  He won’t let me clean his cock.  He waits for his nerve ending to calm down and sticks it in the boy’s mouth.  I can only hear that, for my tongue is deep in the boy’s ass, sampling the load deep inside the boy.

It’s my turn to fuck.  I glide home on Alex’s cum.

Ten strokes.  And I’m spewing my load deep into him.

I hold onto the chains.  I let my head clear.  I go down and get a mouthful of our mixed seed.  I stand up.  I tap the boy’s chin.  He opens…and I drizzle the white sticky mess into his mouth.  I also deliberately coat the black skin of his chin with our very white seed.

Links (with photos of my first encounter with the boy.)  Part One     Part Two

The Fuck and Stretch Session

Western Indiana—January, 2018

Back in October, I met Chris.  You met him here.  (Go on, click it.   There is a picture of his hot, hairy ass on that post.)  Between his crazy work schedule and my having to head east to be at my brother’s bedside, we had not managed a second meet.  Our first meet was a get to know each other fuck.  Our next was to be all about stretching his hole.  He had taken a small fist—but he wanted to be able to take a medium sized hand like mine.

I took my rim seat.   We set it up in his basement playroom at a right angle to his Fort Troff sling.  I changed into my leathers for it was still slightly nippy in the playroom even with a space heater running.  Chris stripped down to a backless pair of briefs.  We go in—and shut the door…

We kiss briefly.  Nice, almost sweet.  It grows more urgent.   Chris, this bear of a man, sinks to a squat and works my cock out of its pouch.  He takes it into his mouth, swirls his tongue all around it—then takes me all the way down.   Again and again.

“I want to taste your ass.”

He gets up off the floor and bends over, holding onto one of the uprights of the sling frame.  I go to the floor and bury my face in the hairy crack of his ass.  I work his hole open easily.  My tongue slides in.  I lick and spit.  I run my tongue up and down the entire ass crack.  I mat the hair so it clings to his flesh.  I spit one last time.  I stand up.  My dick enters him for the first of countless times this session.

Chris grunts out his appreciation of my cock in his slick chute.  It’s not a particularly slow entry.  I am balls deep in no time and his ass is squeezing my dick.  I hold for a second—then begin sawing in and out of him.  My hips really connect with his ass cheeks.  The sound of their slapping together fills the closed room.  It’s a fast and hard fuck, now.  I slam his ass relentlessly.  I stop only to catch my breath—and to let Chris straighten up. 

I sort of help get him in the sling.  He needs little assistance from me.  I briefly taste his hole again.   I go back up him at a new, slower tempo.  It’s a languid in and out now.  Slow.  Letting him really feel every inch invading his ass.

I stop again.  I dig into my bag on the counter behind me.  The egg headed dildo is right there.  I heft it, grease it and insert it into him.  I let him get comfortable with it then pull the base down and add the head of my cock.

“Oh, yeah!”

That’s all the encouragement I need.  I push the rest of the shaft in alongside the ribbed column of the dildo.  I hold the toy down and go back to the slow fuck.  The toy and my cock together are giving him a great stretch.  I fuck this way for a long time.

A big dildo has been left for him by a previous fuck buddy.  I heft it.  I grease it.  I grease it a little more.  He takes maybe a third of this monster in his hole.  I put it to one side and get out my speculum.

I grease.  I insert and begin the slow crank.  The two smooth, metal pieces open and his hole stretches wide open.  I slip my finger in and touch his prostate.  I do it enough times that the pouch of the underwear becomes very wet with his pre-cum.  I crank some more until the opening is big enough for me to add my cock.  I never tire of the sensation of metal on the sides and his hot flesh above and below.  I love fucking this way—and from the constant popper use, I think Chris loves it, too.

We try the big toy again.  We gain half an inch from the last time.

I break the routine of stretching with another fuck.

And then I sit down on the hassock lube up my hands and begin with three fingers—first from the left, then the right.  Now all six go in and I pull them into a lateral stretch. 

More twisting insertions.  Four fingers from both.  In and out.  Left and right.

I am stopped by the bridge of my hand each time.

I fuck again.

I re-grease my hands.  I collapse them as much as I can. I insert the left.  It seems to go a millimeter farther, but that’s all.

I do another lateral stretch.  I try the right.  Again I have to stop at the bridge of my knuckles.

We both know it’s a process…often it will take repeated attempts to stretch and relax.

I re-grease to try first one, than the other hand.  Nope. 

We’ve been here a long time.  Without the full movement of fucking, I’m feeling the chill.  Chris’ hole isn’t hurting—but he can certainly feel that’s he’s been stretched. 

We decide that’s enough for the night—and go upstairs to clean up and have dinner. 

Only then do I remember we never used the rim seat.

Tom of Finland, of course....