Equipment Close-up: The Speculum

I have mentioned before that I used to get the best birthday presents when my brother worked in the leather shop.  I was playing regularly with someone who loved his ass stretched.  He couldn’t take my whole hand yet…and I must have told my brother.  The next birthday I got the two speculums pictured here, one slightly larger than the other.   A couple of play session later with after they arrived, we achieved success.

Do a quick definition search and you find:  A speculum (Latin for "mirror"; plural specula or speculums) is a medical tool for investigating body orifices, with a form dependent on the orifice for which it is designed.

There are many types of speculums and I have used a number.  Mine are Collins Anal Speculums.  I really prefer the turnkey to open it, even when my hands are greasy.   Once in place, the man’s prostate is at your mercy for a finger(s) to glide over.  I find the three pronged speculum awkward and does not give as many possibilities for use.

You have heard me talk constantly about cranking it open wide enough to insert my dick.  The juxtaposition of cool metal and hot ass flesh makes a memorable fuck. 

The stretch is great for those wanting to go on to take bigger things in their ass.

And for watersports.  Right after I got them, I had a man get on all fours in the men’s room of Man’s Country.  I cranked open the speculum and filled his ass with piss—with men coming in to use the urinals as we did it…

Here is re-post from five years ago.  The Fluid Pig had a bunch of collected cum to pour into his play partner of the night. 

Now that was some good fucking and felching…

Here's a link to that post!

Planting the Garden

My Playroom—January, 2019

Close to the end of the month Samuel came back to the playroom.  And he brought a grocery bag with him.  He’d been to the supermarket and got inspired in the vegetable aisle…

I waste no time getting him on the fuckbench.  My tongue goes into him.  My dick soon follows.  I fuck him slowly building to a hard pounding.  When I stop, he willing takes my wet dick into his mouth, loving the taste of his hole. 

I have limited his popper use for a time.  I go back and use the egg headed toy.  It pops into place.  Now I tell him to go ahead and take a big hit.  I push it down and add my dick.  Samuel grunts his satisfaction.

But we are both intrigued by the main event.  I get him in the sling and begin exploring the various vegetables to work him open.  I use a few toys, too. 

Here we go…

My hand often interrupts the string of vegetables.

And a few toys, too.

I finish off with a quick cum in his over lubed hole.

Later, that night, I sent him this picture:   

I didn’t want that poor potato to go to waste…

“Daddy Is Gonna Breed Me Tonight!”

Chicago—January, 2019

This picks up right after the last post.

Miles arrives early.  He can’t wait to get in the sling.  He is the short, blond surfer type we met in my post “Perfectly In Tune.”  He is maybe 35 and has beautiful tribal tats over a good half of his body.  He greets me like an old friend.  We hug, kiss and he squeezes my half hard cock that is hanging out of my jock.

“Daddy is gonna breed me tonight!”

Seth joins us, coming up behind Miles.  He begins unbuttoning his shirt.  We strip the boy in no time down to his designer jock.

“Suck that big dick,” Seth directs.

He means mine, but Seth’s is impressive, too.  Miles drops to his knees to suck me, getting the grungy pouch of my jock super wet.  Seth adjusts Miles’ hips so he can contort his body and eat Mile’s ass as he sucks me.  I watch Miles pull back my jock with his teeth and take me three quarters of the way down.  I glance down at Seth who is buried in that generous ass flesh.  The sight of his face reaming Miles with his tongue causes me to harden completely—making the boy gag.

“Oh, God, fuck me,” Miles hisses, pulling off my cock.

W get him in the sling, each of us stirruping one of his legs.  I am up first.  I kneel and eat his ass.  I can’t believe how wet Seth got it in such a short time.  I stand up.  Seth is feeding the boy his cock.  I push in slowly.  With each inch, Miles’ dick goes from soft to fully hard.  I begin to fuck—and his dick begins to drip.  Seth sees this, bends and swabs up all the pre-cum with his tongue and feeds it to Miles.  He does it again—and kisses me. 

It could be the theme of the night.  Every juice is ingested—everything is shared.

I pull out of his hole.  We do the familiar rotation.  Seth licks the juices I have leaked into Miles.  He groans and fucks the boy harder.  I have Miles clean my dick—before bending and kissing him.  I save some of sloppy exchange and kiss Seth as he fucks.

We go back and forth so that we are both up his ass at least three times.

We break and drink water.  We all want to cleanse out palette for more…

I suggest the rimseat.  I lie down.  Seth sits on the seat.  I eat his ass.  Miles gets my cock wet briefly, before sitting on my dick.  He rides me, facing Seth.  They lean in slightly.  I can hear them kiss.  We are forming the perfect triangle—connected by tongue, dick and hole. 

The kiss breaks.  Miles slams himself down on my cock.  Again and again.  I will myself not to cum.  I want this to go on and on.

“Change,” I manage to say around Seth’s full ass.

The men get up.  Miles brings me his freshly fucked hole to eat.  Seth sucks my dick, savoring Mile’s butt juice all over it.  Soon he is riding me himself. 

“Isn’t that the best cock?” grunts Miles.

There is no answer for they are kissing again.  Noisily, even with some drool falling on my chest.  Seth can’t last as long or as hard on my dick.  He gets up, so we all do.  We stretch.

“My turn,” Seth says, lying down and under the seat.  He points at me.  “I want your ass on here first.”  I sit.  Instantly his tongue pierces my hole.  I gasp at the intensity of it.  Miles grins at me and spits on Seth’s dick.  He slides down it.  Only for that moment does Seth let up on the anal assault of my ass.  Once Miles starts grinding down on his cock, he is back to a hard tongue fuck of me. 

Miles leans in to kiss me.  I have two tongues in my now.  I groan—and stop stroking my dick.  We kiss sloppily, passionately, deeply.  I could do this forever.

We don’t, of course.  Seth is begging for Miles’ freshly fucked hole on his tongue.  I lick the cock fresh out of his butt, getting every drop of ass juice.  I pick Seth’s knees up and work my cock up him as he continues to rim.  I can now lean forward and kiss Miles again.  I love how my touch seems to make his dick get hard.

It’s an awkward position to hold for long.  Miles breaks it—his cock raging.

“Let me at his ass.”  Surprised, Seth rolls over and gets on all fours.  The bottom boy is giving him a helluva fucking. These guys play often—but this has never happened before.  I watch and stroke.  It doesn’t last long, but the guys love it.  We all kiss again.

“I don’t like to let it get out, that I like a good wet hole to fuck,” Miles admits to us.

Seth is super horned.  He cuts the boy off and forces his dick into him—still on the floor.

“I’m breeding you, you fucker…”

And he does.  The first yelp is loud, before he remembers his neighbors in the other apartments.  The rest of his cock spurts are accompanied by low grunts.

Mile’s hole is dripping when it’s done.

“Get in the sling.  Clean his cock first.”

He cleans Seth up—who will only let him do it gingerly, the orgasm was so intense.  Miles gets in the sling. 

“Breed me, big daddy.  Push that cum of his deeper.”

I enter him roughly.  This is going to be a pleasure.

“You like the idea of me fucking in his cum?” I ask, my voice low, intense.

“Fuck, yes.  I love cum.  Any man’s cum,” he pants.  “Give me your cum.”

“I’m mixing them together for you…”

“Oh, yeah!”  Miles is rock hard.

I pull out for the briefest moment to taste the frothy cum I’ve churned.  I get a mouthful.  I lean across the tatted boy and drool it into his mouth.  I stand up, insert and know I will fire in moments.

Miles knows it, too.  My cock head is expanding.  “Give me your cum.  I want the two of you deep in me all night.”

That does it.  I fire over and over.

Miles’ hand jerks his own cum out of his hard dick, painting his dark tats white…

Touch and Tongue

Chicago—January, 2019

Towards the end of January, on a bitterly cold day, I drove back to Chicago.  I went to see Seth, the handsome man I’d first met at a New Year’s Eve party several years ago and again last month when he hosted me for a four way that only became truly hot when it reduced to a threeway. 

Once again I took the sling and rimseat, setting up both in his living room.  As he finished up his prep in the bathroom, I got reacquainted with his cat who was having a fabulous time leaping from the coffee table into the sling.  (I am sure there is a joke in there about the first pussy in my sling, but I’m much too much of a gentleman to say it…)

Seth and I were playing by ourselves in the afternoon.  We would open things up later that night… 

Seth comes into the room from the shower.  I’m in my Fukd jock and boots.  We kiss lightly, bodies pressed together.  His robe comes off.  We kiss again, lingeringly—and then he’s on his knees, taking my cock down his throat before it is hard.   I swell up quickly, causing him to choke.  He pulls back and works on just my dripping cock head.  I let him suckle it, then nudge him down to my balls.

“Lick them.  Don’t suck them.”

He does.  They become incredibly wet.  He pulls my cock up towards my stomach, so he can lick under them. 

I groan.  “Right there.  Get your tongue between my balls and my cock ring.”

Seth tries hard to do just that.  Over and over.

Finally, he sits in the chair.  I move between his splayed legs.  My rock hard cock fucks his mouth for a bit.  It’s my turn to kneel.  I suck his above average cock.  Inch by inch I let it enter my mouth.  I spend a long time tonguing the piss slit, as well as its entire length.  I do his balls, as gently as he did mine.  He hunkers down in the seat, so I can work under his balls, just as he has done.  I deliberately don’t go for his hairy pucker.  I lick all of his taint—savoring how hairy it is.

“Get in the sling.”

He does.

“You want it?”  I take the blindfold off the support post, dangling it before him.

“Yes.”

I fit it onto his head, adjusting the strap.  The fleece lined mask ensures that no light is coming in, and even better, that he has no idea where my fingers, tongue and cock will be next.

I begin with his nipples.  My fingers caress.  Tweak.  Twist.  My lips do the same to them.  I use my teeth briefly.

I turn his head towards me and my cock pushes into his mouth.  Just for a moment.

I move around the sling to the other side, letting my hand trail over his chest, groin, up his legs and around to the other side.  I repeat on the other nipple.  Fingers.  Fingernails.  Tongue.  Lips. And a brief face fuck.

I hunker down and for the first of countless times that day lick his ass.  He groans.  His hands are hanging on tight to the D rings of the sling.  I poke and prod his pucker.  I spit and juice it up.  But I don’t use my cock.  Just my tongue fucks his hole again and again.

I move around to the side.  This time I avoid the nipples, but work on his pits.  I am beginning to make him sweat.  I lick it up.  I share it with him in a long kiss.  I go back and make them truly sopping.  I stand up.  I wish I could piss on them, but I know that’s not his thing.  My cock head prods his underarm, collecting his fresh sweat.  When it is thoroughly coated, I let him taste it.

I pull out of his mouth and suck his drooling cock.  I kiss him, my mouth full of his precum.  It’s so good, it makes his cock drool again—so I repeat it.

I lick his hole.  Deeper.  Longer this time.

I move to the dry pit.  It becomes wet very fast with my spittle.  He tastes it on my cock again.

I go back to eating his hole.  Just a quick lick, by comparison.

I stand up and begin massaging his bare feet.  Rubbing the souls—hitting the pressure points with my thumbs.  He melts.  I suck his toes.  My fingers work between his toes, stretching them out.

I touch his wet hole with a probing finger, before I do the left foot.

I move around and massage his right palm, prying the hand free from the sling.

Now the left.  He tastes my cock again, as I face fuck him briefly.

Only now do I settle down and eat his hole for a fuck.  He is incredibly wet with the anticipation.  I love the taste of his hole.  I burrow into it.  I use my beard—and it comes out sopping.  I stand and lean over his prone body.  We kiss.  He loves the taste of himself on my tongue and beard.  It’s a long kiss.

And my cock is slowly entering him the entire time.  By the time we break the kiss, I am fully into him.

He groans.

I move ever so slowly.  A lazy fuck stroke.

In and out.  Hold it.  Lean and kiss.  Build to a stronger fuck.  Pull out and let his him lick his juices off me.

Only once do I fuck him hard—a blistering fuck that makes the chains shake.

I pull out and sooth his hole with my tongue.

Finally I remove the mask.  He squints, grinning, coming back to reality.  I bend and kiss him again.  I help him out of the sling. 

Seth stretches.  He is unsteady on his feet.  He sits in the overstuffed chair.  “Wow...”

I smile a rather crooked smile.

He stands and kisses me again.  “Get in the sling.  It’s my turn.”

I do.  Seth stirrups my feet. 

“You want the blindfold?”

“Sure.”

He gets it on me.  I grab the D rings.  His fingers trace a pattern on my ass cheeks. 

And his tongue begins to invade me…

(Next time…the delicious, tatted Miles returns to be a cum rag…)

Working Chris' Hole

Northwest Indiana—January, 2019

In the last days of the month I was finally able to re-connect with Chris, the blond bear who was hoping to take my fist.  Each time we’d met, we got a little closer.  Just about the time when it should have happened, we both had schedules that kept us apart.  We were eager to pick up where we left off.  He had managed some play with others so I was curious to see if I would be successful…

It’s a cold drive to Indiana, but the roads are clear.  I drive straight into his open garage.  Wearing his bathrobe, Chris opens the door from the kitchen as he closes the automatic garage door behind me.  I hand him my bag and grab the rim seat.  His playroom in the basement is hard to heat, so he’s set up the sling at the foot of his bed.  There is just room to set up the rimseat beside it.  I strip and we get right to it.

Chris leans in for a kiss.  Our mouths meet and tongues press for dominance.  He soon kneels at the foot of the sling.  He takes my thickening dick into his mouth.  He swallows me to the root quickly—letting me harden in his throat.  He pulls off my fully engorged cock with a slight cough.  He begins licking the head.  I pull him up to kiss again, tasting my dick on his tongue.

I chew his nipple for a moment, but we both know what I want.  I spin him around and tell him to hold onto the sling frame.  He grabs the top bars and juts his ass out towards me.  I kneel and my tongue hardens to poke into his tight pucker.  I go deep as he wills his hole to relax.  I grunt my thanks and Chris moans softly as my tongue continues to push and prod into him.  I beat my cock, stiffening it up for the first anal assault. 

I stand up.  My cock head takes a moment to find his hole.  The head pops through.  I wait—and the shaft follows.  He’s full.  And loves it.  He groans as I give him another minute to get used to my size once again.  I begin to fuck.  Slow and steady—reacquainting myself with his ass.  I build.  Chris holds onto the frame tightly—taking every stroke.

I pull out and he gets in the sling.  I fuck him a little more, twisting his nipples as my cock pistons in and out of him.   He has set up some toys on his bureau.  I grab a black cone.  The head is a small ball, there is another medium sized ball half way down the cone, and another, bigger at the base.  I grease it up and insert.  The first ball pops home.  I turn it.  I fuck him with it—straight in and then so the head continually hits his prostate.  He cock drips with each thrust.  He takes the middle ball easily too.  We work on the third.  It mostly disappears into him.

I go to my bag and pull out the speculum.  Coming back, I eat his hole again and then slide the stainless steel medical device into.  I crank it open slowly and steadily.  My finger finds his prostate.  Chris’ cock drools some more.  I swipe it up and stick the precum into his ass.  The speculum is open enough now that I stand up and push my cock between the metal wings in his ass.  I fuck his butt.  My cock is in constant contact with his prostate on each stroke.  I pull it out.  I have created a vacuum and there is a sucking sound as I withdraw.  It makes Chris groan and shiver.  I finger him for a moment, then give the speculum another turn open. 

I fuck him some more with it in place.

I move on to the other toys on his bureau:  a hard molded realistic small cock with a slight curve, a cock my size though with a smaller head and a big 10 incher.  He takes them all easily—but I don’t try to add the real thing with any of them.  He shivers deliciously each time a toy, or my dick, comes out of him.

We start the fisting.  My fingers go in easily.  I do lateral stretches with my 8 fingers—pulling him open.  The left hand, slightly smaller, works to get in.  We are so close, but I’m still stopped at the bridge of my knuckles every time. 

But we keep at it.  Left…Right…Left.

We take a break.  I want to eat him out.  I get under the rimseat.  He sits.  His full ass cuts off my air.  I reach around and pull the pillow out from under my head.  I can breathe now.  I begin to tongue fuck his open, puffy ass lips.  Chris reaches down and plays with my dick.  I reach up and work his nipples hard.  He is panting.

My hands go down and touch his cock.  My fingers web with his precum.  I bring them under the seat and wipe his juices on his hole.  I tongue his precum into him.  Over and over I milk his cock, mop it up and bring it to his ass, lost in the warmth and juices.

*****

We go back to the sling.

We work a little more with my hands, but the fist is not going to happen today. 

“Breed me.”

We go back to my dick in his worked out hole.  It takes very little time to spew my seed deep into his guts.