Two Bookstore Oddities: The Death Grip and the Phone Block

 Near Home—January, 2024

It was the last Saturday of the month.  This was the end of the week where I had had to re-schedule two meets and be stood up by the third.  I usually went to the bookstore on weekday afternoons.  But I had tried a Saturday afternoon before, and found it much more varied.  I had an early lunch, and took off…

The parking lot is jammed.  I have to park on the street.  Something I have never done in all the years I have been going.  I go into the straight theatre.  It’s where the guys are.  Men I’ve never seen before and some regulars.  There is a cocksucker, no longer in the seat, but kneeling on the floor.  He is sucking a bald white man, around my age, who sports a long, thin cock.  Four men I’ve never seen before have their cocks out and are jerking as the they watch the action.

I sit to the side.  I haul out my hardening dick.  I am pretty sure that at least one of those four men will want more than their hand.  I am ready to find out as…

“Hey!  You’re here!”

I turn.  It is a light skinned Black man.   He is 40-ish and looking very dapper in a two-piece suit.  I instantly recall when, several months ago, he took maybe a third of my cock in his ass and thought he had the whole thing.  He grabs my wrist and leads me to the back row.  I sit on the bench next to where the guy is giving head on the floor.  The suit coat comes off and is left on the back of the bench in front of us.  He kneels.  And begins giving me head.  Side by side with the other couple.

The audience can now watch two big dicks being serviced.  They stroke with abandon.

This guy is good with his mouth.  I lean back and try not to think how I’d like to go down the row of all those guys jerking, taking each load.

My cocksucker is dripping vast amounts of spit all over me (why I wear clothes I don’t care about.)  It’s actually kind of hot to feel awash with it all.  Once or twice the guy getting blown next to me has caught my eye with that “I hope your sucker is as good as mine” look.

My sucker stands up, making me look back at him.  He drops his pants.  I can’t imagine what his suit pants will look like later after they fall to his ankles and sit on this floor.  He turns and leans on the bench in front of us.  I slide to the floor and eat his ass.  He is freshly showered, but with just enough sweat from the exertion of sucking me, to taste wonderful.  I shove as much spit up his hole as I possibly can.  It is as tight a hole as any I have ever tongued.

“Fuck me with that big cock,” he whispers—but loud enough for the audience to hear.  They jerk harder.

I stand.  I am greased up with a lot of lube on my cock.  A LOT of lube.  I work the head into his tight pucker.  He gasps.  A guy, jerking, steps closer.  I hold in place.  I inch forward.  One inch.  My guy groans.  Another inch.  Maybe a third of my full length.

And his hand reaches back, grasping my shaft.  Tight.

We stand like this for a few minutes.  I try to move his hand away.  He won’t budge.  He just groans and pants. 

I try to inch in a little more.  Nothing moves.

A man comes over from the wall, offering my guy a dick to suck.  I like this idea; it will take his mind off his ass.  But he disdainfully pushes the proffered cock away.  I sigh.

We continue to stand like this for a full five minutes.  That is an eternity of no pumping.  No fuck motion at all.

My cock is going down from a combination of no movement, the death-like grip he has on it and from me now getting pissed.  I finally lean across his back and tell him to let go, I need to move. 

He lets go—but steps forward just as I was going to add an inch into him.  I come out of his ass altogether.  He swivels around and tells me it felt great and wasn’t I even deeper than last time. 

“I think it was the same, or maybe a little less.”

He looks disappointed for a moment.  I excuse myself and go to take a piss.  I know none of these men are going to touch my dick knowing it’s been in an ass, even an exceptionally clean one. 

I go into the gay cinema.  The crowd here is nowhere as big as next door.  But a young white college student kneels in front of me the moment I take my cock out.  He gives me great head for his experience level.  He really wants my load.  But that is incredibly far away after the death grip.  He sucks and licks until he just can’t stand the cold linoleum anymore.

I go back next door.  All the men have vanished.  But for my first guy.  He waves to me from the seat we’d used.  I sit down and let him suck me some more.

“Do you want my ass again?”

“Will you let me try to actually fuck you?”

“But you were…”

“No, I was inside you.  Some of me.  It’s not the same thing.”

We agree to stick with his mouth for now.  Once again, I tell him that we should try his ass with him relaxing in my sling, away from everyone else.  He nods, but never asks for my number…

*

The huge crowd is now totally gone.  Two guys who want to just jerk are doing just that in the gay theatre.  In the straight is a lone white man, who looks vaguely familiar.  He has taken one leg of his trousers off and folded them over onto the still clothed leg.  He is jerking to the video on the big screen and to porn playing on his phone.

I try to make eye contact to see if he wants some help.

Nothing.

But I am pretty sure I’ve had this guy before.  I go over to him and kneel in front of him.  He stops jerking.  I take his wet cock in my mouth.  He keeps the phone positioned just above me—perhaps to block out the image that it’s a guy making his cock feel so good.

I suck and slurp.  I lick his big balls, making his dick drool as I slowly jerk it.

I clean that up.

Then, from high above: “You swallow?”

I grunt an affirmative.

And like clockwork, he let’s go of an enormous load.  I have to swallow fast to keep up with it.

I clean up every drop.  He continues to look at his phone. 

Never at the man who just gave him what he wanted…

The Voyeur Recommends My Mouth

 Near Home—January, 2024

 

On Sunday, the third week of January was full of playdates.  Three to be precise.  By Monday, there was one.   I landed a work gig and now had a conflict with Friday.  My fisting bud graciously agreed to come to the playroom two weeks later.  Another bud had his own work conflict, his boss couldn’t let him have Wednesday off.  We agreed to meet the following Wednesday instead.

That left my Tuesday meet.  Maybe.  He was a young man who had stood me up before.  After a long silence, he explained what had happened beofre and could I give him another chance.  I wasn’t sure I should, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and said ‘Yes.’  He desperately wanted to be pissed on and to finally get fucked by a man of my size.  We talked about it, but not too much.  It really seemed like he wasn’t doing one of those ‘wank to my answers’ email exchanges.

On Tuesday, the time for his text saying he was on the road came.  Nothing.  Thirty minutes before he was due to arrive, I got on Recon.  He was not online.  I wrote him a lengthy message saying never again.  I waited, not sending it, until his appointed arrival time, and then, ten more minutes.  Nothing.  No one at the door or a text with an excuse.  I hit ‘send’. 

And I was pissed, mostly with myself that I had let myself in for it a second time.  I had gone from a full week of sex partners to none. 

I got in my car and drove to the bookstore to find someone to put me in a better mood…

 

The parking lot is almost bare, not helping my fuming.  I am jovial with the female clerk, who seems to think of me as a personal friend.  I sit in the straight theatre.  No one here.  But the porn is nasty and hard—fitting my mood.

The Voyeur comes in.  He nods to me and stands along the back wall.  We chat.  He commiserates, but does not get his cock out.  Eventually he goes off to scout the noises we hear through the grating separating the two theatres.

The porn heats up.  I happily stroke.  The door open.  A white man, around 40 comes in.  He sits in the chair against the wall where he can see the screen—and me.  In moments he is kneading his crotch through his pants.  Soon, the zipper comes down.  His hand snakes inside.

He is large framed guy—could easily have played football at school.  Still in good shape; you can tell his arms fill the sleeves of his shirt.   His face is as handsome as his chest is pumped.  He is watching the movie half the time and me the other half.  But he doesn’t pull out his dick; he seems quite content to feel himself up through his fly.

Suddenly, he stands.  “Fuck it,” I hear him say under his breath.  He walks to me.  “You have a gorgeous cock.  Can I suck it?”

I really smile for the first time since I drove here in a huff.  I nod and spread my legs.  He steps over me and kneels.  He just looks at my dick for a long moment, then, almost reverently, he holds the base and goes down on me.

He’s terrific.  Great suction and, damn, his mouth is wet.  My pants are soon getting soaked from all the spit he’s producing and I don’t care.  He can’t get enough of my precum and the scent of my cock and balls.

Now he licks the nuts.  Thoroughly.  He groans as his tongue digs deeper and connects with my cock ring.  He spends forever licking them, cleaning them of sweat and his own spit that got drooled down onto them.

He takes my whole cock deep in his throat for the first time.  It’s a tight fit.  But not painful.  Until he does it repeatedly.  His teeth scrape the base of my shaft.  I wince, but the good is out weighing the bad.  I let him have his way with my cock.

Finally, as I see him tiring, I tell him it feels great, but I likely won’t cum.

He seems relieved.  He uses my knees to help him get up off of his.  He thanks me and tells me it’s the biggest he’s ever sucked.  He leaves.

I go piss.  And notice there are red abrasion marks where his teeth kept hitting right at the base of my dick.  But he didn’t break the skin.

I check out the gay theatre.  A couple of regulars are there—and the voyeur.  But the movie is so bad (first time porn guys talking to the cameraman—forever!—about why they want to be in porn) that I go back to the other side.

It’s still the same video—and just as filthy.  Now with two guys in the same woman.  She can barely open her mouth wide enough…

I stroke.

A guy comes in.  He is maybe 25.  A young Latino with his jet-black hair pulled back in a ponytail.  He, too is good looking, with black stubble covering his cheeks and chin.  He stands against the wall.  Not right next to me.  He can’t take his eyes off the screen.  His hand begins kneading his pants.

The Voyeur comes in and stands next to him.  He does the same.  He takes his cock out first.  Then the younger man.  His cock is thin, with a lot of foreskin.  The three of us stroke.

The Voyeur, ever helpful, leans into the Latino and whispers: “That guy is a really good cocksucker.”

The Latino looks at me, hesitates for a maybe 10 seconds, before turning and offering me his dick.  The moment it is in my mouth, I work the foreskin back with my tongue.  He groans.  The Voyeur moves around and presses himself against the young man’s back and begins to work his nipples through his T-shirt.

The guy doesn’t stand a chance of prolonging his orgasm with the two of us working on him.  He begins to moan.  He grabs the sides of my head, thinking I might pull away.  Suddenly, he is convulsing, spewing his creamy seed into my mouth.   Blast after blast.

Now it’s my turn to hold on to his balls so he doesn’t pull away.  He lets me get every last drop from his shrinking cock.

And I begin to feel better about my day…

Another Bookstore Bonanza

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GaryM Brings His Toys

 My Playroom—January, 2024

 

GaryM was coming back to the playroom for another session of wet fun.  I was looking forward to seeing him again.  I spent the evening before thinking about what new things we might try—or how to make things we’d done slightly different.  I went to bed, still musing over what we might do. 

And it went on all night.  I would sleep for an hour and suddenly wake up—not even remembering what it was that woke me up.  After this happened three times, at ever shorter intervals, I picked up a book and tried to read myself to sleep.  It worked, eventually—nodding off at just about the usual time I get out of bed.  I woke up about two hours later and started my day, feeling really tired.  It was still a couple of hours before GaryM was due to arrive.  I began hydrating, knowing I was starting way too late…

 

He looks good.   I have placed the mat that I usually use with the rimseat on the unpadded part of the playroom floor.  There he kneels, looking at my mound of cock flesh, hidden in a jock that is just beginning to show signs of heavy use.  I step in.  I let him inhale the scent.  Me and the jock.  I grind the pouch into his face.  He begins to pant.  My cock is waking up with his hot breath and busy tongue.  I let him get the fabric wet.

With a twist of my fingers, I release my semi-hard cock.  GaryM is all over it.  He licks the sides, the head, my balls, all before he takes it into his mouth to start sucking it.  It feels great.  I let him go at his own speed for a bit—then grab the sides of his head and start to fuck his face.

GaryM grunts with each thrust.  His cock responds, too.  I stop and stand still, once again giving control over to him.  He goes for the full length of me down his throat.  It gets so tight, so deep.  It feels great and pinches at the same time.  I gasp.

He comes up for air—and licks my balls thoroughly.  I sigh out loud.  After a few minutes, I turn and pull his face into my ass.  For the first of many times, his tongue connects with my pucker.  His groans match my own.

“Get up on the bench.  I need to do that to you.”

He does.  I kneel and dig in.  My tongue pressures his ass to slowly let me in.  He groans and I hear his poppers open.  I spend a long time there, getting his ass ready for my dick.  Finally, I stand up, lubed and ready.  I press against his hole.  GaryM pushes it out, almost daring me to get inside him.  I have to work at it, but I do, with his hole flowering open to welcome me.

I fuck him.  Slow and long.  Then fast and hard.  I pull out and move to his mouth.  GaryM cleans my cock with relish.  He slurps all his ass juices off me. Noisily.

I go back and fuck him again.  Harder.  One foot up on the bench so I can go deeper.  I repeat the journey with my wet cock to his hungry mouth.  He cleans me up.  On the way back to his ass, I grab the egg headed toy.  I grease it up with the coconut oil GaryM brought.  It slides into him quite easily now.  My dick soon follows, being stroked by the thin ribbed shaft of the toy.  This time I am on top of the toy.  I fuck and then reverse it, so my cock is under it.  GaryM is feeling very full—and tells me so.

We break.  I lower the middle part of the bench so it is flat.  Last time he was here, I had his ankles connected to the spreader bar and fucked him that way on the flat bench.  But it was too low  for sustained fucking with my long legs.  This time I put the rimseat mat on it, folded in two.  It raises the height of the bench nicely.  I strap GrayM into the ankle restraints and clip on the spreader bar.  He rolls back, his head cradled by the head rest on the bench.  I pull the bar up and his legs come up.  He grabs the bar and brings it to his chest.  His ass is perfectly aligned with my cock now. 

We fuck hard, both of us grunting. 

I give him my cock to clean.

We fuck again, some ATM and then I turn, my legs straddling the head rest and sit on his face.  He’s surprised and groans out his delight at having my ass grind onto his mouth.

“Let’s do it right in the sling.”

I unbuckle him and ease myself up into the sling.   My legs stay on the chains, not in the stirrups.  GaryM kneels and begins licking my balls.   It is a long, luxurious process for him to get to my ass.  I stroke my dick, my eyes often closed, but at times catching my reflection in the mirror above me.  His tongue reaches my pucker.  I hit the poppers I save for this moment.

We lose track of time.  He is doing what I think he loves best—and I am getting a treat I don’t get from many men.  I have no idea how long I am there or how many hits I take—babbling out my pleasure as the fumes take hold.  I try to piss for him.  I want to cover my cock and balls and let it run down my crack for him.  But I am not as hydrated as I thought I was.  And, frankly, I could barely stop jerking my cock as he tongued me…

*

We have switched places in the sling.  GaryM has brought three toys with him.  They are dildoes that are shaped like a cock, but in three successive sizes.  After I have fucked him my own dick, I start using the slender one on him.  Our thought was to fit my cock in with this one.  I add fingers, but I don’t think my cock will fit.  The toy is not that slender.

I pull the toy out and push my cock in, instead.  I fuck.  I walk around the sling to bring my dick to his mouth.  He cleans me—and I fuck him again.

I go for the next toy.  It is fatter.  I grease it up.  Gary has to really push against it to open fully.  But it goes in.  I turn it.  Slowly.  There are ridges on it that hit different areas in his ass with each slight twist.

GaryM is panting.  The toy comes out.  My dick goes in.  He actually flinches.

“I think my hole is getting tired…” he murmurs, then explaining his cleanout had taken longer and he is now feeling the effects of that.

He asks about the series of graduated balls on my toy shelf.  It is a long toy with a sequence of ever-increasing diameter of the balls.  He takes the first one with ease.  And the second.

I pull it out and eat his hole once more, glad we are using coconut oil and not Crisco. 

The balls go in again.  One.  Two.  And the third.  It hits the bend deep inside.

“That’s it.  I think I’m done.”

I help him out of the sling and we hug. 

There is so much more to good sex than just getting off…

Mouth Over Ass

 My Playroom—January, 2024

 

Kieran, the married bear who is an excellent cocksucker, had been trying to set a date to meet up.  First, the holidays got in the way. On my return, my schedule was unexpectedly busy—and didn’t coincide with the limited days he had when his wife was working.  Then the snow kept us apart even longer.   Finally, we found a day in the middle of the month.

I suggested we meet at the bookstore so we could play with others as well, but Kieran really wanted to meet in the playroom.  So, we did.  He arrived early and eager.

 

Kieran is naked, but for his thick woolen socks.  He is stroking his short, fat cock to the porn playing on the big screen television as he sits on the bed.  I have just come into the room from leaving my clothes upstairs in the bedroom.  I hang my robe on the doorknob.  I’m glad I have my boots on as the playroom’s cement floor is cold, though the air is warm from the space heater.

Kieran motions me over.  With my long legs and how low the bed sits, he is right at eye level with my bulging, slightly discolored jock.  I press it into his face, not really sure how he’ll react.  He inhales deeply, grunts, and begins licking at my cock through the fabric.  Soon, it is pulled to the side so his lips and tongue are on my hot flesh.  He is a great cocksucker—and he knows what he’s good at.  His tongue works my dripping head.   He slowly licks the shaft.  He comes back up and his lips oval.  The moment he swallows me down is electric.  He grunts the sexiest noise as my pubes brush his nose.  There is none of that tight pinch I get when I’m deep in many men’s throats.

Now it’s just his tongue. 

Head.

Shaft.

Balls.

Repeat.

I just let him go to town.  I look over at the porn, but it’s a distraction to what I’m feeling.  He deep throats me again—bringing my attention fully back to him.  Just as quickly, he returns to my balls.  I grab my wet shaft and stroke it.  I smear some precum on his cheek.

Balls.

Shaft.

Head.

Deep throat.

He has been sucking me for the entire first scene of the video.  The two cum shots on screen make me realize how long this has gone on.  He’s in no hurry to do anything else, so I just let him have his way with my juicy cock…

*

I finally suggest we move to the fuck bench.  He gets in place quickly, his full, hairy ass up in the air.  I kneel and dive in.  His ass lips are large, without any stimulation from me.  I know he has a toy he uses on himself.  I silently wonder how often he is using it, out in the barn, away from prying eyes.

I lube myself as I rim.  I stand up and slide in. 

He groans.  “Damn, a dick is better than plastic.”

I begin a slow fuck, speeding up fast, to show him just how better the real thing is. 

I pull out.  

“Bring it here.”

I obediently move to let him taste his ass juices on my cock.  He devours it. 

I go back and fuck him again.  This time my leg is up on the bench, right in front of his left leg.  I go deeper.

I pull out.  Maybe I went too deep.  There is no mess, but I don’t want to bury my face in his ass, as I normally would after a fuck.

We move to the sling.

We fuck.

No, he’s fine now.   Maybe it was gas.

I use the egg headed dildo on him.  A mistake.  I have opened him up wider and deeper and something is lurking there.  In the past, he felt uncomfortable when I suggested a touch up in the bathroom.  It is still just the hint of something, so I go back to my dick.

He is stroking himself as I fuck.  I lean down, dick still in place and my tongue can just reach his piss slit.  I lick it up and then drool it down onto my cock.  I fuck the saliva and precum into him.

I concentrate on that.  And find that I could actually get off.

“You want my load?”

“Fuck, yes!”

I fuck him faster.

“Here…” I pant, “it is…”

And I shoot.  Not a mind blowing, worked-for-two-hours-on-it load, but pleasant.

And he’s thrilled. 

*

There was only the tiniest bit of mess on my dick as I paper toweled it after.  He may have been happy, but it was an incredibly short session for me.   This is now the second time he has not been as clean as my long cock needs him to be.  It is going to be an interesting text when I talk to him about clean out.  A quick rinse, like what he does for his toy, is not what I’m about…

Or maybe our sessions need to stay oral…

After the Blizzard

 Near Home—January, 2024

I was excited.  An old friend and fellow fuck bud had told me he would be in Chicago the second weekend of the month and asked if we could meet at the piss party held that Saturday.  It seemed a perfect way to reconnect.  And get wet together as we caught up.

But winter in the Great Lakes area had other plans.  It started to snow on Friday.  Seven to eight inches for my area.  Then freezing rain that night and more snow all day Saturday.  I was snowbound.  And pissed—not at all in the right way.

I was semi-dug out late Sunday by the men my landlord employs for snow removal.  I did more shoveling on Monday which, while cold, was a beautiful sunny day, making all the freshly fallen snow sparkle.  Somewhere in the middle of clearing the driveway, I wondered if any other snowbound men of this long weekend would try to find release today.  I came inside, warmed up and decided to see if anyone else was as pent up as I was.  The roads were fine.  And the parking lot of the bookstore actually held a handful of cars…

 

I go into the straight theatre.  Three men are here.  None that I recognize.  A white man in his late 30’s, with cropped hair and a hipster goatee is stroking his cock while sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.  Next to him sits a young ginger with a full beard and a nose ring.  The third man, is white, older than myself and sitting a few rows ahead of the other two.  I wonder, as I sit to the side, if the two younger men have been playing.

I take out my cock.  Instantly Hipster Goatee stands up.  He walks towards me, his hand holding his very hard and throbbing three-inch cock.  He offers it to me to suck.  Still sitting, I take him into my mouth, letting my tongue go to work.  He sighs.  This makes Ginger Beard stand up so he can see what we are doing.

Hipster Goatee reaches down and replaces my hand on my dick.  He strokes me, lovingly.  In moments, he pulls out of my mouth and goes to his knees.  He takes me deep, first thing, gagging at about the two thirds of the way down point.  He pulls off—obviously loving it.

Ginger Beard takes a step closer and begins kneading his crotch.  Hipster Goatee knows his way around a cock.  He is giving me a terrific blow job.  I wordlessly suggest he include my balls—and he does, making my cock drool.  His tongue licks up the shaft to capture all the juices.

But his knees tire fast.  He stands up.  “Now that’s a cock,” he says softly, but loud enough for the others to hear.  He moves away from me, stuffing his still hard cock into his pants.  The door bangs shut after him.

Ginger Beard moves to me, unzipping his pants.  The old man stands up and joins him.

“Will you suck me?”  Ginger Beard asks.  He’s a handsome young man, nose ring and all.  His hand is covering his plumped cock.  I go to my knees.  He removes his hand and a thickish seven incher is revealed.  I hear the old man unzip as I go to work on Ginger Beard.

“Holy fuck!” he whispers to no one in particular.  His cock is juicing like crazy.  He can’t have had sex for some time.  I dig into his Y fronts and pull his balls out.  He gasps again as I lick them.  My tongue is leaving the reddish hair on his sack soaking wet.

I hear the old man start stroking. 

“I need this…” Ginger Beard moans.

I pull off him and look up at him.  “I love to swallow…”

“Oh, shit…”  He pushes his cock back into my mouth.  My words act as his trigger.  He gives me a huge, younger man’s load.  He can’t stop shooting.  I hold onto his balls to make sure he stays in place, but he doesn’t want to go anywhere.  Finally, he begins to soften in my mouth.  Only then do I let go and let him pull out.  He reaches for a handkerchief—and then realizes there is nothing to clean up.  He grins—and steps back.

The older man pushes into my mouth.  “Suck it,” he rasps.

I do.  It’s a very average sized dick—and it is plumped, not hard.  But it’s leaking pre-cum.  He wants to be in charge.  He begins to fuck my face—quite a feat with a not fully hard cock.  But it must do it for him—for he gives me a load or a lot more precum.  I can’t be sure; it just flows out of him without the force of a regular ejaculation.

The door opens.  A guy sticks his head in and the old man pulls out of my mouth with lightening speed.  He spins around so the new guy can’t see his dick.

The new guy just closes the door.  The old man leaves, playfully slapping my cheek.  I stay for a moment on my knees savoring what just happened…

*

There is a slightly more.  I moved to the cocksucker’s seat.  Hipster Goatee came back and we traded blow jobs again.  But neither of us could get the other off.  I was spoiled by those first ten minutes.  And no one else was brave (or foolish) enough to come out that afternoon…

Equipment Close-Up: The Ballistic Butt Bomb

 Equipment Close-Up:  The Ballistic Butt Bomb

 

In my write up of my fucking and fisting of Ross, I mentioned that I used “the stainless-steel drum stick of a toy” that GaryM had gifted me.  Not only was it my first use of it, but I didn’t even know what to call it.  I wrote to GaryM to ask if he remembered where he bought it.  It took him some detective work online, but he found the name for me: the alliterative Ballistic Butt Bomb or Fister Anal Plug.  I’ll stick with the name that’s more fun…

 

This is the style and size GaryM gave me.  I was intrigued that there are two shapes made, this one with the elongated end or another with a round end.  Even better, I learned that they come in graduated sizes.  This makes more sense to me for opening a man up.  My friend Ross had no issues taking this sizeable toy after fucking and a little fisting, but many men would need the gradual build up to take one this size.

It is not an incredibly versatile toy, at least with my first use of it.  It pushes in easily to a well lubed, experienced ass, its mass filling the man completely.  Ross liked me doing a slow in and out routine with it. The shaft is thin.  I do think I could add some of my cock in with it. But it does sort of “straighten” everything out inside.  You don’t negotiate bends.  Turning it produces no really different sensations once it’s inserted—where an interestingly shaped dildo feels different to the man with every tiny rotation I make with it.

I sort of said it before, but I could see the graduated set of six of these being quite helpful in opening up a newbie to the pleasures of more extreme butt play.  I do love the heft of the thing.  It’s heavier than many toys.  I think, with the right man, I will use it more now.  I have another fisting session on the books—so it will definitely come off the shelf again.

 

Here is the largest of the round version—with some eye candy.

 

The Ballistic Butt Bomb is made by BallisticMetal