The Ginger Bear Takes (almost) the Entire Shelf of Toys

 My Playroom—January, 2021

 

I self isolated for my two weeks after my bookstore adventure.  All was fine. 

I had been seeing a fair amount of the Ginger Bear at his home, but now that I was pretty sure things were back to normal, I invited him down to see the playroom.  I usually travel—as a fisting bottom’s cleanout and a road trip are not a great combo.  But I live closer now—and he wanted to get out of the house.

He arrived as I was reducing the heat on our late lunch (for after our play) to a low simmer.  I showed him around the duplex—and then down the stairs to the playroom.  I left him to strip off and went back up to my bedroom to do the same.  In jock and boots, and a robe to get through the sun porch, I went back down stairs and shut the door…

 

The Ginger Bear is just straightening up from stowing his clothes in the bottom drawer.  I hang my robe on the knob.  GB sits on the bed and pulls me by the hips closer to him.  He buries his face in the stained fabric of my Fukdto jock.  He inhales and sighs.  I am getting hard.  The helmet head of my stiffening prick pokes out the side.  He licks it, concentrating on the piss slit.  I pull back the fabric pouch and let all of it bounce out.  His attention to the slit is making me achingly erect.  He takes about half my dick down his throat, getting it good and wet.

We move rapidly to the fuck bench.  The Ginger Bear only has a sling, so he likes the variety.  I kneel behind him and lick his furry hole.  I stroke my cock the entire time I eat him out and am more than ready to fuck.

I stand.  The head disappears.  I inch the shaft into him—until it all disappears.  He groans as I bottom out.  I know to wait.  I do a Kegel squeeze—making my dick head swell and pulse inside him.  He begins to pant—and I know I can fuck.  I pull out slowly and move back in at the same speed. 

“Look up,” I tell him.  “Look in the mirror.”  His head comes up.  His eyes widen and he grins as he watches himself get used on the bench.  I pick up the pace.  The flat of my hand connects with his full butt cheek, giving a ringing slap of flesh on flesh.  His hole spasms and milks my dick—so I do it again.

I pull out and let him taste his ass on my cock.

I fuck some more…soon working the egg headed dildo into place.  I add my cock sliding the underside of my dick over the ridged shaft.  He is feeling full.  And loving it.

I fuck.

I pull out.  I bring the base of the toy up and my cock goes back in, but this time under the toy—letting the top of my cock enjoy the ridges. 

I switch once more, pulling the toy down and I slide in on top of it.  My cock head keeps banging on the egg head—making him shudder in pleasure.

We switch to the sling. 

I rim a little.

I send a couple of spurts of piss on to his wet hole.  I lick that up, too.  I stand up and slide my cock into him.  He is looking at the entry in the mirror above.  Then his eyes close and he floats away into his own world of sensation as I fuck him.

*

I serve him some water, still in the sling.

I move on to the speculum.  He likes the cool metal in his hot hole.  He really loves the stretch as I crank it open.  My finger keeps snaking into his ass, touching his prostate, giving him the best kind of shivers.

Then it’s my cock pressing the speculum open a little farther to let my dick invade his abused ass.  I fuck—enjoying the metal/flesh combination around my swollen penis.

Once the speculum comes out, I grease up my hands.  After all this, my left slips easily into place.  I pull out and have to work a little harder to get my right hand in.  But then it goes—smoothly—letting his ass lips snap shut around my wrist.

I alternate hands.

I stroke my dick with whatever hand is not in him.

I stand up and fuck.  Swift and deep.  My balls slapping onto him.

I pull out…and the left hand fingers go in.  My cock travels down my wrist and into his stretched hole.  I don’t get the whole hand and dick in him together…but this is a great start.  The Ginger Bear’s eyes are wide as he watches it all in the mirror.

*

I have switched to the chain.  GB likes the weight of it in his gut.  I like it when I add my dick in over it—feeling the links on my cock.

I go back to just my hands. 

I finally grab the big toy—the 12 inch dildo that has a great handle for me to guide it.

The Ginger Bear takes the head like a champ.  I slowly push until he feels the first full stretch of the three bulges on the shaft.  He groans…and I can feel that I need to back up.  I do.

I re-lube. Again he takes the head.  We glide over the first bulge—and into the valley after it.  I pause and lock eyes with him.

“More?”

He nods.

I let him take a hit of poppers.  I back it up, leaving just the tip in his ass.  It goes forward.  Up the first bulge and down—and we stop at the biggest part of the second swelling.  I rotate it inside him.  And pull it out very, very slowly—letting his ass feel every undulation caused by the shaft.

I lube it up again.

His ass welcomes it in.  The head.  The first bulge and then to where we stopped at the biggest swelling of the second.  A slight push and we are into the valley beyond.  I pause and rotate the toy again.

I grease one more time.  I let him do a hit—and the toy moves slowly in, deep into bowels.  The head—now with ease.  The first, the second—and yes, all the up and over the third bulge.  It bottoms out inside him.

The Ginger Bear’s whole body shakes as he has a massive internal orgasm…

*

We left it there.  His hole was done.  Much better to clean up a little and go upstairs for lunch.

Equipment Close-Up: The Black Dildo with a Handle

 I don’t use this toy much.  It comes out only for my fisting regulars.  It was gifted to me by a man with who I used to play.  He no longer wanted a wide and deep stretch and wanted the toy out of his personal play chest.

It is 18 inches long—with an insert-able length of 12 inches, and then giving my greasy hands a good handle with the remaining six inches.

 

The tip is phallic—and gives the hole a quite a stretch open to take it.  The shaft has three more undulations each snapping down afterwards like a butt plug.  The circumference at each of the thickest points is eight inches around.

This toy only comes into play after all the other toys have been used and my fists and dick need a rest.  Some have taken the head and first widening bulge—before begging off on any more.  I can only think of four men who each have an ass hungry enough to devour every inch of this monster.

But it was time for this toy to be taken off the back of the storage shelf and be introduced.  He has his close up in the next entry, when the ginger bear comes to visit.

Back to a Bookstore

 South Central Michigan—December, 2020

My third meeting in December of last year was different.  I had been corresponding with a man on AssPig.  He wondered if I’d even been to the bookstore that had once been an old strip bar, fairly near my new home.  I told him I had, but not for a long time.  (I later checked back in these posts—it was 2015, so a long time indeed.)   He wanted to meet there.  He wanted more cock than just me.

I hemmed and hawed as I responded.  I wasn’t sure I was ready to go out.  I asked him if it was even open.  He said it was….with shorter hours than ever.  I said I didn’t think I was ready for it.  Then I thought about the set up.  There were a number of areas in the large space, dominated by a television screen showing different genres of porn.  I thought about the room tucked away from the main door, that had two televisions—one gay and one straight.  I could easily fuck him there and let any other masked man into his mouth, if that’s what he wanted—and we’d be away from any traffic.  I knew I wasn’t ready for my usual bookstore’s small rooms…but maybe…

I finally said yes.  We arranged an 11:00 am meeting.

I drove to the store and parked.  There were maybe three cars in the lot.  I masked up, went in, paid the masked cashier a larger amount than I really wanted to pay and went in.

 

It’s dark, but set up much how I remember the space.  There is a television for straight porn, another for all girl porn—and one more, up high, for men who want their women a good deal older.  I find the trans porn in the same corner that I remember.  I turn to go through the door to the dual television room.  It’s boarded up.

I go back.  There is one man watching the straight stuff and he is not my guy.

I find a hall with the men’s room.  There is new room for gay porn beyond it.  A man about my age, naked, is bent over getting fucked by a totally naked man of about 6’ 4”.  My man has another man in his mouth.  No one is masked.

I watch for a moment.  I turn and go back out into the main room.  I almost leave.  Instead I watch the trans porn where I am the sole occupant.  I get hard…and it makes me want to try again.

I go back.  They are still in the same position.  My cock wilts.

 Fuck—it suddenly feels just like 1991 when I was in my first bathhouse, standing at the edge of two mattresses on the floor where a pile of men were having raw sex at the height of an earlier health crisis…and I stood there, with a limp dick and a Magnum in my hand.   

I calm down and go back.

My guy sees me.  He detaches himself from the two men and leads me to the couch.  I sit on the arm and he sucks my dick.  It doesn’t help.  I am totally soft.

I weigh my options…

And I kneel, take off the mask and stick my tongue in his freshly fucked hole.

I am hard instantly.  In a moment, I am ready to fuck.  The mask goes back on—as I stand up and I insert into his used hole.  The Tall Man watches.  He has a thick dick, but not as long as mine.  He works around and sticks it into the Bottom’s mouth.  The guy who was being sucked before, annoyingly plays with my ass through the fabric of my military camouflage pants.

I gesture for the tall guy to replace me.  We change places.

“Fuck me with that big dick, as I fuck him,” Tall Man suggests.

I do.  He has the loosest ass I’ve used, in years.  But I am hitting his prostate.

With a few hard strokes I make him cum in the guy who set this up.

When he pulls out, the designated bottom spins around and cleans the cock of the Tall Man.

The moment he is done licking the last drop off the Tall Man’s sensitive dick, I spin my guy back around and fuck into the dripping hole.

I will myself to cum…and I do.  Not the most spectacular of orgasms…but nice. 

A load delivered.

And I am out of there.

*

This was likely the scene where I took the most risk during all these months.  Am I proud of it?  Not particularly, but it’s what happened…and you know me and the truth.

Not to mention I came out of it just fine. 

FP and the Great Outdoors

 

It's quiet here.  Just me walking the pup as the sun begins to filter through the trees...

I am camping this weekend.  At the gay campground, of course.  

I have deliberately left the computer at home.  

Hopefully, I will have stories to tell....

"...Lick It Up, Fucker..."

 My Playroom—December, 2020

 

We talked online all through November.  Soon we switched to text.  His pictures were certainly intriguing.  In his very early 30’s, he was a tall-ish bear with long hair, a full beard and tons of body hair.  I soon learned he had a fun sense of humor and was kinky.  Very Kinky.  He had come from India to a neighboring Great Lake state to pursue his post graduate degree.  He was finding few kink daddies in his college town before Covid.  And no one now.

I invited him to come for a play session whenever he felt comfortable.  And, as he was far enough away, he could stay on the night on the bed in the playroom.  By mid December, Udarsh took me up on it.

He arrived late in the afternoon, a flurry of hugs and gifts.  Then we went straight to the shower to get scrupulously clean.  I laid out my lubes, lubes he brought and, as he told me “a mystery sack full of goodies.”

 

Udarsh kneels on the padded floor.  “I want your big cock,” he murmurs.  I start to take it out of the mildly dirty jock I’m wearing.  He stops me and pulls me by the hips into his face.  He takes deep breaths of the piss and cum scented fabric.  He begins to gnaw at it—and then to lick it with his wide, wet tongue.  My cock grows—shoving its way out the side of the pouch.  He swallows me down until he chokes.  He pulls off me, bringing up huge strands of deep throat spit.  His hand smears it on every inch of my engorged cock.  He sighs and deep throats me again.  This next batch of spittle goes all over my balls.  He then licks them clean—before spitting the gob back on my cock head and smearing it all around again.

I need to fuck.

I get him on the bench.  I spend almost as long on my knees as he did, tasting and probing his ass with my tongue.  The hair is a jungle back there—one I can’t get enough of parting with my tongue.  Soon enough I learn that I love the look of it clinging to my wet dick as I fuck him.

We move to the usual egg headed dildo so I can double fuck. He takes it well.  I have to slow down as I add my own cock alongside it.  But he opens and stretches.   He hits the poppers—and loves the stretch even more.

We move to the sling.  I finally have piss.  I coat his hairy ass crack.  He sighs and groans.  I wring out all that hair with my tongue, swallowing my own juice down.  I am super hard as I fuck him.  The chains rattle.  The sling sways.

I move from cock to toys…the black butt plug.  The black balls on a hard stem.  The biggest butt plug I have.   And the toy that is about the length of my forearm.

I now start with my J-lubed fingers, but switch to the speculum.  I crank it open.  I stand up and piss inside him.  He groans loudly.  My cock pushes into the piss laden hole—held open by the stainless steel medical instrument.  I fuck him, pulling piss out of his ass on each backstroke.

I fuck longer—even after the piss is gone…then screw the speculum shut.  I work my left into him easily now.  The right takes a little longer, but soon enough slips in.  I begin to alternate hands.  Left and Right.  I finally stop when I think his legs need a break from being up in the air.

Udarsh drinks water.  I drink my hot tea. 

“You should get in the sling,” Udarsh suggests.  “I have to piss.”

I hop in.  My legs slip into the stirrups.

He hands me his poppers.  “Take a big hit.”

I do.  I look up into the mirror.  His dick is out of his jock—and he aims it at my ass.  I am deluged with a blast of piss.  It goes on and on.  He is emptying his entire bladder on my ass crack, balls and cock.  I am fucking soaked—and it feels great.  And then his tongue is lapping at me everywhere.  He is licking up every drop of his piss.  On my balls, on my cock—and then he kneels and begins to lick my ass.  I groan and take another hit.  As always it loosens my tongue.

“Fuck…eat my hole…”

He groans and burrows into me.  I can no longer see his face in the mirror as he is plastered against my wet, hairy ass.

“Get all that piss.  Lick it up, fucker…”

He does.  And spits it back on my tight pucker.  And then does it all over again. 

He comes around the side of the sling with a mouthful of piss and spit.  It goes on my exposed armpit.  He bends and laps it all up again—now mixed with the sweat I’ve worked up having vigorous sex.  

“Use the bottle,” he instructs me as he leaves my pit and goes back to my butt.  I am not nearly as damp there now, but he kneels again and begins to lap and kiss all around my butt cheeks, not just the ass crack.  I take the hit.  As soon as he hears the cap replaced, he begins pushing the sling away from him with both hands.  I swing away and smack back into his face—and his hardened tongue aligning right on my ass hole.

He groans each time I smack into him with a wet sounding splat.  I groan right along with him as he eats me out…

*

I fist him for quite awhile.  At first just alternating hands and then dick.  Eventually it becomes fist and hand together. 

We pause again.  We drink.  I have to piss again.  Udarsh gets back in the sling.  I fuck him for a moment.  Then I stand stock still.  And concentrate.  The plumbing re-connects in my dick…and I begin to piss.  And I can’t stop.  I am pumping my entire bladder full of piss up his ass.

“Oh, fuck…” Udarsh groans.  “So heavy…And full.”

I finally run dry.  I fuck a moment in it.  Then pull out.

“I want to drink it.”  I yank out the rimseat from where it is hiding next to the filing cabinet full of odds and ends of sex equipment.  I crawl under and Udarsh sits.  My tongue goes up and into him.  I expect a rush—and get a single drop.  I do it again.  And once more…and have to glue my mouth around his puffy ass lips.  It gushes out and straight down my throat.  I stop stroking.

When it finally stops, I go back to a regular rim job on his abused hole.

Suddenly he gets up.  “Close your eyes,” he tells me.  I do, thinking he is going to ride my dick.  Instead I hear the rustle of paper.  I hear the bag drop back to the floor.  Udarsh sits back down on the rimseat. 

My tongue goes right back into him.  Instantly I can feel something in his butt.  For an instant, I worry—and then my tongue recognizes it.  He pops out a candied coated peanut into my mouth.   And then another.  I think I eat six out of his ass.  An M&M has never tasted so good…

When he is empty—he gets up.  I get him into the sling and fuck an amazingly large load into his ass.

 

Udarsh was great company.  We liked our play so much—we did it all again by midwinter.

Keshawn Comes...Back

 My Playroom—December, 2020

On the first day of the month, the playroom was in use again.  Keshawn came to the new space and hopped in the sling.  He had driven quite a distance to get to me.  He was in the moment and horny as fuck.

It was a short intense fucking.  And it went pretty much stroke for stroke like the last time, but Keshawn’s ass made such an impression on my readers…I thought I’d run the picture again.

And here is a link to his getting bred in the sling. 

The real change is we went downstairs now to the playroom, not up…

Breaking the Bed

 My Playroom—November, 2020

There is only one other play session in November of last year…

I have known Matt for years.  We first fucked at CLAW, the leather weekend in Cleveland, six or so years ago.  I have stumbled on him at IML and an occasional Cum Union.  And just before things shut down, he was at the monthly orgy up north of me.  (The link to that great group is here.)

Matt wanted to come see the new playroom.  He told me he had been very good in staying isolated and was in real need of a good fucking.  We talked scheduling and agreed on a time right at the end of the month.

 

Matt looks great in his jock—all yellow and black.  He is shorter than I am, compact and a good deal younger.    The moment he is downstairs, he is on his knees.  He gets my cock hard just from my looking at him there.  I let him suck me at his own speed, before grabbing his head and fucking his face.

He groans—but never gags.

I let him go and he pulls off me, holding my dick by the base, looking at it.  Then he spits on it and takes me to the root again. 

Once again he pulls off me and spins around, crawling up onto the bed.  His butt goes up in the air as he hunkers down on all fours, presenting me that hot hole.  I go to my knees and eat him out.  I shove countless gobs of spit up his (currently) tight pucker.

I stand and slip inside him.  I don’t wait—I just start fucking.  Matt’s head snaps up.  His eyes go right to the mirror behind the bed—watching himself getting railed.  He begins to push back on my invading cock.  Hard.  He is slamming himself against me.

And literally, the caster on the bed snaps off.  The corner we are on sinks to the floor. 

We are fine—no one is hurt.  We simple move to the fuck bench.  And I snap the first picture of his slightly used hole.

And my cock in it.

I fuck him just as hard here…and he can push back with abandon. 

I finally let him clean my cock off with his tongue.

And fuck him again.

We move to the sling.  It never ceases to amaze me how different a man on his back feels than on all fours. 

I fuck.  He groans—and does a hit of poppers.  His asshole blossoms open and I fuck harder.

I rim his now wet pucker. 

I fuck him once again.

“Can I put a load up you?”

“Already?” he asks.

“No, a frozen one.”

He is excited—I go up to the freezer and pull out a knotted shut condom with a very large cum load frozen in it.

I take it down, cut off the knot and slip the hunk of cum into his hole.  He grimaces as the cold nugget goes in, but then his smile returns as I kneel and my tongue snakes out, licking up the slimy trail the devil’s dick has left.

I lick.  And finally I add my cock into his hole.  I can feel it.  The hard, cold cum is right under my cock head.  And melting.  I can hear the squish of my cock fucking in my own jizz. 

I pull out—and bring my cock to his mouth.  He squirms around so he can lick my baby batter off my dick head. 

It makes me hungry to taste it myself.

We pull out the rimseat and the mat.  I lay down.  Matt sits on the seat.  His ass winks open and a drip of cum lands on my waiting tongue.  I lick his puffy ass lips and then drill into his hole for more.  I am rewarded with a few drops. 

Then the remains of the frozen chunk falls into my mouth.  I work it back up into him.  Matt stands and moves to sit on my cock.  He’s lowers himself onto me and pushes the chunk of jizz deeper into him. 

He’s in control.  I can only lie there and let him pleasure himself.

He grunts and groans.

Without any prompting from me, he suddenly stands and sit back down on my face.

The cum has melted.  I am treated to a veritable cum-fall of jizz pouring out of his open hole.

I stop stroking, afraid, I’ll shoot.

After swallowing every drop I can find, we go back to the sling.

It’s time to breed…and we both know it.

I sink into his juicy butt.

Matt takes a hit—and I pick up the speed once the cap is back on.

And suddenly I am there…I’m over the edge. 

I load him this time with hot cum…