Furry Photos to Warm You Up on a January Morning

 

I know I owe you a sexual history post.  But I didn’t want to break up the three posts about Rudy and the Devil’s Dick.  I knew that today I was going to be out of the house, so I told myself to write what should be today’s post on Monday.  Well, it turned out I had a HOT fuck and fist session with Sawyer instead.  And actual sex always wins out over writing about it.

This particular post is an easy one to keep putting off as it had real consequences—and I want to get the telling just right.  Well, I should have time on both Wednesday and Thursday morning to do just that.

So, you get some fun pictures today instead.  I don’t think you’ll actually mind very much…

Rudy's Christmas Present

 My Playrooom—December, 2025

For quite a few years, when I was visiting my brother in New Jersey for the holidays, I would see Rudy twice—once before he left for his parents for Christmas and again when he returned to Jersey City.  Well, now that my brother is here in Michigan, we talked about what we could do.

It turns out, his parents live in Indiana and are quite close to the Michigan border.  At first, we thought we’d get a hotel somewhere between us.  I made the reservation.  We couldn’t check in until 3pm.  Rudy needed to be home for dinner with the family and that would make for a rushed meet. I made a case for his driving a little farther to the playroom so he could arrive, prep in peace and play as long as we wanted.  He agreed.

Rudy arrived just after noon and headed to the shower.  I was more than ready to get into his hot ass once more…

 

Rudy tosses the bathrobe I’ve lent him onto the chair.  His eyes case the playroom—the sex furniture, the toys, the art and the mirrors covering the walls.  He grins and goes to his knees in front of the flattened fuck bench.  I get my cock out of the dirty yellow jock.  I am already hard in anticipation.  He takes me deep into his throat.  This is new.  He has upped his oral game—and it’s wonderful.  He does a repeated deep throating, before pulling off and concentrating on my balls.  He gets them very wet before swallowing me down once again.

I ask if he wants me to raise the middle section of the bench.  He does.  It takes no more than a minute to raise it to its usual position and he’s on it, showing off that glorious ass.  I kneel and begin to lick him open.  He is still moist from the shower and I love how it mats the hair in his ass before I really get it wet.  I begin a hard tongue fucking of his hole.  He groans—and I hear his poppers open.

I stand up and slide in.  I have always loved his ass.  He really knows how to work it for our mutual pleasure.  I begin a slow fuck.  He groans.  I speed up without really meaning to—my cock knows his hole and knows what he needs.  I pull out and move to his head.  He hungrily tastes his ass juices on my dick.  He is moaning happily.  I go back and lick his ass again after the first fuck.  He tastes delicious and his hole has changed in texture after fucking.  I can’t stop eating him out. 

“Fuck me, Daddy…”

I stand up and slide in again.  I fuck, harder now, and once again move so he can lick me clean.

Rudy’s hole is opening fast.  I grab the egg-headed dildo, my trusty toy for DP.  I grease and work it into him.  I add my cock—on top of the toy.  And fuck.  He’s now as tight as when we started.  He groans.  I switch so my cock is under the toy.  Now the base of the dildo is in my pubes.  It fucks into him right along with my cock.  I finally pull out.  I have him clean my cock yet again.

“I need to go upstairs a minute,” I tell him.  “Are you ok staying right there?”

He is.  I go up and find the devil’s dick in the freezer.  It has frozen into a hard lump of seed.  I take it, still taped to the cardboard stand, downstairs.  I grab a pair of scissors as I go. 

“I have a present for your ass,” I tell him.  I snip the condom below the knot.  I peel the latex off the iced cum.  “You ready?”

“Yes, Daddy…”

I press it against his hole.  His pucker swallows it easily.  “That’s three loads I got at the bookstore from two different men.”  Rudy groans.  “Two of them came from this younger guy I play with there a lot.  He always feeds his loads—even if I’m fucking him.”  Rudy reaches for his very hard cock and begins to stroke.  “The other is from a hot daddy who played with the two of us…” I stop talking, for my cock has entered Rudy again.  It loves the coolness of the trail of semen that melted on contact, but the head of my dick is now fucking into the still frozen nugget.  It slams into it with each stroke—making it melt even faster.

Rudy is groaning as he feels the temperature in his ass change yet again.  Hot to cool to hot once more.  I pick up the pace of the fuck.  The cum is now liquid—and my cock is gliding in and out of his ass.  So damn silky.  I can’t get enough. 

I finally stop and pull out.  My cock is coated with seed.  I bring it to his mouth.  He hungrily cleans me up, moaning while he does it in the back of his throat.   When there is nothing left on my dick, I go back to his ass and kneel.  There is a trickle of cum coming out of his ass.  I lick it up and burrow in.  Fuck, I love to rim a cummy hole.  Rudy groans.  I eventually tear myself away and fuck him again.  He cleans my cock voraciously when I’m done.  I want to eat his hole again—but I want him on the rim seat.

I pull it out and go under.  He sits and the seat spreads his hole.  I don’t expect there’s much left inside him.  My tongue pokes into his tender flesh—hard and demanding.  I am rewarded with a drop of the mixed seed.  I do it again.  Another drop.  Once more—fuck!  It’s a steady trickle of cum landing on my tongue.  Rudy groans.  I lap it up until there is nothing but a sheen of cum left on his hole…

*

Rudy is now in the sling.  I use the clear dildo with the black handle on him.  Then he asks for the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I fuck him with it in place.  After those two toys, I do some serious hand fisting.  Mostly with my left—but he takes my right as well.

After some time, I use the ecurve of the Seahorse to keep him stretched.  He loves it both ways:  curve up and curve down.  I am able to open hand him now.  I play a lot with his ‘second hole’ something I have never been able to do so consistently before.   He loves the gentle exploration and the mind fuck of how deep I am in his ass.

I move to the Sex Machine—the toy that looks like a robot’s dick.  I slather it with Crisco.  Rudy takes it easily now.   Another round of fists follows this—opening his hole to the max.

And it’s time to wrap things up.  “I still want you to fuck me.”

“I need to replace some of that cum in your ass…”

I wipe his ass down, getting rid of the Crisco caught in his ass hair.  I burrow in.  I often lose my erection when I am concentrating on fist.  But it’s back the moment my tongue pushes into his hairy hole.  Rudy takes his cock out of the jock pouch and begins jerking it to life.

I stand up and slide in.  His hole is so open now.  He is hard.  I touch his piss slit and am rewarded with a pearl of jizz.  I wipe it off with my index finger and bring it to my mouth.  He groans…and I keep thrusting.

Rudy makes an unintelligible sound.  He is shooting.  It pools on his abs.  I wipe it up with one hand and smear it on my cock.  I fuck it back into him—and I’m there, too.  Filling him up.  Emptying my balls.  Giving him more seed deep in his guts to travel home with him…

Finding Cum for Rudy

 Near Home—December, 2025

 

I was determined to find some seed to make a Devil’s Dick for Rudy, even though my Saturday night had been a bust, but really fun.  (See the last post.)  Sunday was about the holiday and family, but I was back in the bookstore on Monday afternoon.  I just needed a couple of guys to suck off; was that asking too much…???

 

I go through the door and into the darkened room.  There are maybe five men here.  Not one has his dick out.  I sit in my usual chair and haul out mine.  I get an appreciative stare, but no action.

I stroke. 

A man approaches.  He asks to suck my cock and I let him.  Who knows, he may jerk while he does it and I can get his seed.  He’s good.  Nothing exceptional, but a nice warm up.  But he’s not stroking.  He takes off when his knees tire.

My luck changes.  Cute College Kid walks in.  He’s all smiles when he sees me.  He sits in the chair next to me and is soon standing up and losing his pants.   He kneels and sucks my cock.  But not for long.  He’s not a fan of guys watching him do it, so me moves to the back corner, taking his clothes with him.  I follow and sit next to him.

CCK, naked from the waist down, stands up and feeds me his dick as I sit there.  He’s precumming like crazy.  Just as I think he might blow his first load, he pulls out of my mouth and turns around.  He grabs my head and pulls it into his hot ass.  I eat him out.  I can’t see it, but I can hear zippers going down around us.

Eventually, he sits down.  I get up and kneel in front of him.  I suck his cock.  I lick his balls.  He pushes my head downwards, as he scootches down in the seat so I can get to his ass again.  I happily tongue fuck his hole.

A good-looking man, around my age, stands up and comes over.  He feeds CCK his dick as I keep eating his hole.  My cock wants to be inside him.  I push my huge flared head against his wet and slightly open pucker.  He squirms away and grabs my head and guides it back to his hole. I am more than happy to tongue fuck him again.  But not for long.  Suddenly, he stops sucking the guy and pulls me up to take his cock.  He spurts the second he’s in my mouth.  A huge load, like only the young can produce.  I don’t swallow.  I get up and go to the restroom.  I take out a condom from my pocket, tear it open and unroll it.  I drool the contents into it.  CCK’s cum fills the tip nicely.  I tuck the condom into my shirt pocket, with the opening hanging over the side, and go back.  CCK is on his phone—as always between loads.

I let another man suck me.  I stop him after a few minutes as he’s very toothy.  I don’t want to risk a nick with Rudy coming up to the playroom the next day. 

Cute College Kid looks up from his phone and right at me.  He scoots down in his seat, exposing his ass to the room.  “Lick me,” he mouths, no sound coming out.  I go over, sit and slide my legs under his chair.  It gets me down low enough to start licking his hole with ease.  At first, he makes a point of not touching his cock, but soon enough, he can’t help but jerk it.

I begin a true tongue fucking of his hot, lightly haired hole.  In moments, he is moaning.  Two minutes later, he guides my head up and to his dick.  He unloads onto my tongue.  It’s not as massive as the fist load, but a big one—especially for a second shooting inside fifteen minutes or so.

I do the restroom trip once more and drool his cum into the same condom.  I hold it up.  It looks fucking hot as it sways in the fluorescent light of the tiny room.  The entire head of the condom is now filled with cum and spit.  I tuck it away in my pocket.  Cute College Kid comes into the restroom as I leave.  He smiles, washes up and takes off.

I go back out.  I am happy with my cum haul, but I’d love one more.  I want to be able to tell Rudy about the men whose loads are melting in his guts. 

Some time during the second suck, the Voyeur has arrived.  He has donated a load in the past. I go to work on him, but he is not getting hard.  “I just shot,” he whispers in my ear.  “Let me watch you suck him.”  He jerks his thumb at the guy on his left.  It is the handsome man who was in Cute College Kid’s mouth while I was eating his ass the first time.  I move over one.  He’s happy to let me suck him.  It’s a big dick—a nice seven incher.  But not thick.  I can do all my tongue tricks with him.

“God, I need this,” he moans.  “I haven’t shot in a week.”

I re-double my efforts.  Suddenly he stops me.  My first thought is he wants me to quit, but no, he wants to get his pants down around his ankles so I can lick his oversized balls.  I do just that.  With pleasure.  I even lift them and lick down his perineum, as he raises his legs to let me.  I flirt with licking his ass.  And that does it.

“I’m gonna cum!”

His legs come down and my head comes up to swallow his cock.  He expands and really fills my mouth with his engorged cock head as cum begins pouring out of his dick.  He doesn’t spurt—it just comes out of his dick like a piss stream.  I have to work not to swallow any.  He fills my mouth.  I worry that I won’t be able to clean the last few drops off his piss slit, my mouth will be so full.   But I don’t have to worry.  I just keep him in my mouth until he’s so sensitive he pleads with me to let go.  I do.  Carefully.  Not spilling a drop.

I head to the restroom.  I drool his load into the same condom, mixing it with CCK’s offerings.  The three loads look more like five.  Perfect.

I go back out, but there is no one else likely to give me a donation.  And I don’t want to get off with Rudy coming up tomorrow.  I tie a knot in the condom and head home.  

Once in the kitchen I find some carboard in my recycling bin.  I cut a square and fold it in half so it can stand up.  I tape the condom to it, letting it hang down.  I tuck it into the freezer for tomorrow…

Looking for Cum

 Near Home—December, 2025

My friend Rudy, the man I would fuck and fist when I stayed with my brother in New Jersey, was going to be visiting his parents in Indiana for Christmas.  We had arranged a meet for later in the month.  But today I was on a mission for Rudy.  He had asked for a devil’s dick.  He didn’t care if it was made with my cum or with seed from men at the bookstore.  Not a big lone masturbator, I decided it would be much more fun to see if I could find donors…

 

It's Saturday night.  I am in the bookstore closest to me.  There is a young Latino here I’ve never seen.  He is hungry.  I’ll have competition.   I watch him suck an older man to completion.  He swallows his prize.  The guy leaves as a hot guy enters.  The new guy whips out a big dick.  The Latino is on his knees before I can even make eye contact with the new man.  The Latino has to work on this guy—but he gets the load.

The man who I met here years and years ago comes in.  He strips down to nothing but socks, as he always does.  He sits next to me.  We both stroke. The young Latino is intrigued.  He stands up and pulls off his tee-shirt.  He has a great chest, defined by work and not the gym.  He kneels in front of my friend and sucks him.  I watch.  You can tell just how much he loves having a dick in his mouth.  It radiates off him.

“Suck my pal.”

The Latino knee walks to his right and begins sucking me.  His mouth is fabulous.  An active tongue that never stops.  Great suction.  Incredibly wet.   But the two of us aren’t instant shooters.  But he sticks with us—liking our dicks.

There is a man at the end of our row.  “I’m so close…” he murmurs.  The Latino excuses himself and goes to get the load.  The guy does a huge hit of poppers and explodes.  The Latino takes the cum—and spits it out.  

I am surprised enough to ask when he comes back to us.  “That stuff’s full of chemicals and shit,” he explains tersely, before swallowing my friend to the root.   I watch and stroke. 

Soon, he’s back on me.  He asks for me to pull my pants down so he can really lick my balls.  I happily comply.  He becomes talkative as he goes back and forth on us.  We learn he’s 40.  (I’d never have guessed it—but even 40 is a young man to me nowadays….)  He loves to get fucked, but is very tight.  He loves swallowing loads.

“Show us your ass,” I suggest.  He drops his pants and turns.  It is a lovely ass—not quite a bubble butt—and incredibly hairy.  He stands showing us and then bends to suck the naked guy.

I go to my knees and bury my face in his hairy ass crack.  He groans and pushes back on my tongue.  “You found my weakness,” he moans.  “Eat me out.”

I do.  I drill into him.  And all time he never stops sucking my friend’s cock.  He finally pulls off the dick he’s been swallowing.  “You can try to fuck me, but that big monster will never fit.”

I accept the challenge.  I grease up.  I push at his thoroughly lubricated hole.  I can fit half of my cockhead in him.  Barely half.  I eat him some more.  I try again—but it’s just the same.  He is so damned tight.

But he likes what I’ve done.  His cock is rampant.  He straightens up and feeds my bookstore friend his load.  Damn—yet another load tonight I’ve missed harvesting.  The young guy goes.

I fuck the ass of my friend.  He can’t quite get off as I do it.  But soon he calls a halt.  I am fucking too hard it seems.  He takes off—thanking me for the fun.

I go piss and rinse off.  There is no one here now.

I stroke—thinking of calling it a night.

The door opens.  A tall Black man comes in.  He sits down in the seat most hidden from the front door.  He instantly unzips and takes out his swollen cock.  He nods to me.  I go over.  This will be perfect—I’m sure I’ll get a load.  I kneel and begin to suck.  He has a tat above his pubic hair I recognize.  I used to suck this guy in the old two theatre set up, but haven’t seen him for years.

He pulls me off his cock.  “I want to fuck you,” he whispers fiercely.

I shake my head.  “I don’t get fucked.  Sorry.”

“Then fuck me.”

I nod and smile.  It’s the same script he’s always used.

He stands up and strips.   He still has a great body.  He bends, holding onto the back of the chair.  I bend to lick his hole, but he tells me to fuck him.  I stand up and push in.  He yelps—and begins to beat his meat.

His hole is hot—and he is squeezing down on me with every stroke.

“Fuck me, you fucker.  Make me take that big cock.” 

I slap his fleshy ass.  The sound fills the small space, making it even louder sounding than it was.

“Use my ass.  Fuck me with your raw dick…”

‘Raw’ is his trigger.  He fires a massive load on the floor, on the wall and the arm of the chair.  I want to cum, but he twists away, disconnecting us.  (I remember that move from before, too.)  He cleans up and leaves.

I wait a moment.  But I figure I’ve had all the fun I’m going to get.  It’s a good evening here, but I’m no closer to having loads for Rudy…

The Perfect Gift

 My Playroom—December, 2025

 

I had another fuck and fist session the next week.  Blake, the tall man with a great beard, was coming back for his second visit.  I got fresh towels under the sling and bench.  I was turning on the porn as I heard the doorbell.  He was right on time…

 

Blake is stripping and tossing his clothes in the chair behind the door.  I am lying on the bed watching him do it.  He turns and smiles when he sees my swollen, distended jock pouch.  He crawls between my legs.  He mouths my jock for a moment, then pulls the fabric aside.  My cock flops out, hardening all the way.  He takes it into his mouth.  He licks the juicy head.  His tongue swirls around the shaft before beginning his descent, taking every inch of me into his throat.  He bottoms out—and just stays there.  I feel my cock head expand.  Eventually, he pulls off of me, and inhales deeply.

“You taste great…”

And he does it again.  He holds me packed into his throat a little longer this time. 

When he comes up for air, I tell him I want to eat his ass.  He gets on the flattened bench, jutting his ass towards me.  I get up and kneel behind him.  My face is buried in his ass crack and my tongue finds his pucker.  I begin to gently, but insistently, work him open.  I grease my cock with coconut oil as I poke and prod him.  His pucker gives way.  My tongue goes deeper and he groans.  I lick and spit and stand up, my cock throbbing.  I am so ready to bury myself in him.  I step in and my shaft disappears inside him.  Blake moans.  I stay deep in his hole for a long moment, before beginning the old in and out.  Slowly, barely thrusting.

Now I build it.  Fucking harder and faster.  Blake pants and tells me how good it feels.  I pull out and have him taste his ass jizz on my cock.  He cleans me eagerly.  I fuck him again—using the saliva he left on my cock for lube.  He groans and tells me to fuck him harder.  I do just that.

His hole has opened beautifully.  I grab the eggheaded dildo and grease it up.  It slides into him and my dick follows.  The toy is under me and the ribbed column feels great on my sensitive cock.

“I feel so full…” he mutters as I keep double fucking him.

I reverse my dick and the toy.  I leave the toy in him, but slide under it this time.  Now the end of the dildo is in my pubes, so it fucks deeper, right along with me.  I pull out, leaving the toy in place and have his clean me once more.  When he’s done, I fuck him one more time, with the egghead under me.

We move to the sling.  I eat his freshly fucked hole for a long time, making him moan and whimper.  I finger him a little.  I fuck him a lot.  I use the clear dildo with the black handle on him.  The moderate diameter of this toy is just what I need to keep him open.  He takes it easily and with a heartfelt sigh.

I go back to my fingers.  Then the speculum is inserted and cranked slowly open.  My fingers find his prostate and I play with it after each turn of the thumbscrew.  Blake has closed his eyes, concentrating on the waves of pleasure as I open him up.

I crank the speculum shut.  Now I do the same action with my eight fingers.  My hands are back-to-back and I do a lateral stretch of his hole.  Once.  Twice.  And yet another.  I grease both up again and begin working the left into him.  He’s not quite ready for a full fist yet.  I do the right—and it goes in.  I am surprised as it is the slightly bigger hand.

I work it fully into him.  And gently pull out.  I add Crisco.  It goes back in easily.  I try the left once more.  I am rewarded with his sphincter snapping around my wrist.  I happily go back and forth, alternating my two hands.   Slowly and methodically.

I get the left in place and stand up carefully.  My cock is hard.  I push it down my wrist and along the palm of my hand that is inside him.  Blake’s eyes are riveted to the mirror.  He groans, encouraging me to pull out and do the entry again.  I do—and this time I fuck once I’m there, my cock slipping between my fingers buried deep into his guts.

I try this with the right hand, but it doesn’t work—so we go back to the left.  In and out, mostly with my fingers open inside him, but once with it as a fist, encircling my cock.

He is really open now.  I give my back a break (I’m always slightly hunched as I fist—to get the right angle) and use the Seahorse on his relaxed hole.  He loves it with the curve of the ridged toy going down.  He loves it just as much with the curve working up.

I pull it out.  Blake pants.  He thinks he may have had enough stretch for the day.  “But you could still fuck me.”

I grin.  I wipe the excess lube off his ass.  I lick his well-worked hole.   I stand up and slide in once my cock is rampant once again.  I begin to fuck.  He is wearing a harness that actually has a metal handle between his pecs.  He encourages me to grab it and use it.  I do.  The action somehow flicks a switch.  I begin a much more aggressive fuck, pulling him and the sling onto my dick.  I stand still and watch him be impaled on me with each pull.  Now I am bucking into him, still pulling his body toward me, our bodies smashing together.

It can’t last.  It’s too hot.  And new.  Different.  My body spasms—and I am shooting my load deep into his ass.  Spurt after spurt.  I relax my grip and hold onto the chains.  When I have returned to earth, I slip to my knees and taste my load, leaking from his well-used hole…

The perfect way to celebrate my birthday.

 

Blake’s first time:  Blake Visits the Playroom for the First Time

Off to the Glory Holes

Off to the Glory Holes--and a Recommendation for Further Reading.

I am taking a break today.  As soon as this is published, I am hitting the road to Indiana.  A fuckbud I haven’t seen in four and half years is meeting me at our favorite Hoosier bookstore and playground.   This place is full of gloryholes and has a great room for group play.  I intend to be offering my bud’s mouth and ass to a wide audience of men…

Details in two weeks or so.

 

Another thought, while I have your attention.  Looking through the analytics of the blog, I see that more and more readers are looking at From My Side of the Sling on their phone.  I love that you can take me anywhere.  The downside of reading me on the phone is not being able to access much of the fourteen years of back posts.  Sure, it will let you scroll backwards a few pages.  But I would suggest, that for a deep dive into the blog, occasionally open me up on your regular computer.

I think The Label Cloud is the biggest omission on the phone version of the blog.  Each post gets a number of labels that help categorize it.  Say you are intrigued by the History posts, but you missed a couple.  On your laptop, you can hit the label ‘history’ at the bottom of a history post and it will give you all the history columns I’ve written.  The last post about Jake had ‘fisting’ ‘toys’ and ‘Jake’ as choices to extend your reading pleasure.

If you like ‘watersports’ you can find all my wet pieces with one click.  If you just want the ones about the big watersports parties, hit the ‘chgowaterbuddies’ label.  Or maybe you miss those huge gatherings I went to in Toronto, well, Fukd has its own label.

The Label Cloud is at the bottom of the right-hand column of the blog when you are on your PC.  Or use the label at the bottom of the piece you are currently reading there.

There is so much to explore.   Happy Hunting!!

Reuniting with Jake and his Hungry Hole

 My Playroom—December, 2025

 

The Playroom continued to be quite busy in December.  I was pleased when Jake reached out.  I have known him longer than any man I am still seeing regularly.  Our number of meets have certainly diminished in the last few years, but he had time at the top of the month.  We made plans.  They were delayed with yet another snow storm.  But he was here the next day, ready and eager to jump in the sling.

Jake was slightly early.  I had yet to strip, so I sent him downstairs to undress while I finished making my tea and shucking my clothes.  When I went down, he was naked, expect for the wrist and ankle restraints he’d found hanging from the sling chains...

 

Jake is a a few years older than I am, and in great shape. My cock plumps in my well-used jock just looking at him.  I tell him to get on all fours on the flattened fuck bench.  I ask if he’d like the middle raised. 

“I was hoping for a hogtie, when I saw it lowered.”

I smile.  And nod.

He gets on the bench, jutting his ass towards me.  I kneel and dive in.  His ass lips part the moment my tongue pushes in.  He’s eager—and his hole is so well trained.  I tongue fuck him.  Deeper and deeper.  I grease my cock with coconut oil as I eat him out.

I stand up and slide in.  Jake grunts, but takes me with ease.  He tells me how good I feel inside him.  This makes me speed up and pound him even harder.  I pull out, go to my knees and tongue his now loose pucker once again.

I fuck.  Slow, this time.  Making him feel every inch.

I walk around and have Jake clean my cock—which he does with great enthusiasm.  On the way back to his ass, I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb off the shelf.  I grease up the stainless-steel head.  With a twirling motion, I push it into his ass.  He groans—telling me he loves the feel of it.  I stand up and add my cock.  My dick batters the metal head of the toy.  For a moment the metal is still cooler than Jake’s hole.  I love how it warms up with every thrust.  I pull the toy out, add more lube, and push it into him again.  My cock follows.  The long handle is under my balls and rubs my perineum. 

I pull out and work the toy out of Jake, putting it under the sling, as I am sure I’ll use it again.  We decide to try the hogtie.  The flattened bench is too low for me to fuck someone on their back.  I grab the exercise mat I use with the rimseat.  I stack it on the bench.  Jake rolls onto it.  I clip his ankles to the hogtie device, then his wrists.  I push it down towards his chest and it rolls his ass up to a nice fuckable angle.  I slide in.  But it is not the good fuck it should be.  Jake’s body rolls to the right, slipping to the edge of the mat.  It becomes a very odd angle.  I pull out and we reposition.  We try a second time—but it’s just not working.  “Let’s go to the sling…”

I get him in—and clip all four restraints to the chains.  No comfortable stirrups for Jake.  I eat his hole, and fuck it before sliding in the speculum.  I crank it open, playing with his prostate after each turn of the thumbscrew.   Soon it is open enough to add my cock.  I fuck him, enjoying the combo of metal and hot flesh. 

I work the speculum out of him and grease up the big black butt plug.  It goes in with ease.  I take the Ballistic Butt Bomb and use is as a hammer, beating the base of the toy.  Jake enjoys the vibrations of the toy in his hole.  I work it out and then back in.  I beat it once more.  Maybe a little harder.

I grease up my hands.  It’s a lot of finger play for quite some time.  But he takes my left hand the moment I try to enter.  I rotate it slowly in his hole and work it out—to do it again and again.

We take a break from my fist with the Seahorse, the curved toy in shape of a ridged cock.  He takes the first two thirds of is with ease.  We slow and work the final thick inches into him.  Jake is watching it all in the mirror above the sling.  I use the Ballistic Butt Bomb to pound on the base.  Now I work it out and flip it.   The curve had been going down the first time, now it’s going up.  He takes it all again.  And I make the toy vibrate in his hole with the BBB.

I want to fuck, but I have loosened his hole up.  I grab the egg headed dildo and slide it into him.  I stand up.  It never fails to be the perfect double fuck toy for me.  Jake feels just like he did when we started the play.  I fuck happily into him for a long time.

I go for one more toy, the clear dildo with the black handle.  It has a gentle swell to it that is just what his ravaged hole needs.  Jake actually asks for a break when I pull it out.

We lie and the bed, his arm wrapped around me.  We chat about this and that.  He actually dozes for a moment.  When he comes back to reality, he tells me we should wind things up.

“I’d love to be bred on the fuckbench.”

I crawl under it and raise the middle section, so it’s back to its regular look.  Jake climbs on.  Our rest break has made his ass tighten down.  Perfect.  I lick him briefly as I lube my cock once again.

I slide into him.  I am fucking him hard—right out of the gate.

He groans.

I pick up the pace even more.  My balls tighten.  The head of my cock gets bigger—I can feel it throb deep inside Jake.

“Here you go,” I grunt out.

I thrust a few times more and I’m there.  Blasting deep inside him.  It feels wonderful.  I don’t know if he can truly feel the jets of cum—but he must be able to feel the swelling of my cock head as it happens.

I marinate in him for a long time before I, reluctantly, pull out of his well-used ass…