North of Home—October, 2021

A few days later I drove up to see the Ginger Bear.  My fingers were itching…

He has moved his sling to the basement.  The heater is on this time and I am still warm enough after stripping down to my jock.  I get the boots back on quickly as the floor is still cold.  He has hopped in the sling and his fingers are already busy with his nipples.  I kneel and spit on his hole.  My two index fingers slide in.  I do a mini lateral stretch and then stand up and slip my hard dick into him.

The Ginger Bear groans—and twists his nipples.  Hard.  I give him a nice friendly fuck.  He groans again—so I speed up my thrusts.  The basement is filled with the sound of my hips slapping onto wet, meaty buttocks. 

I grab my speculum.  I slide it into place and do a steady crank open.  One finger of my left hand plays with his prostate the entire time as I crank it open with my right.  Now two fingers go into him.  I have cranked it wide enough for my cock to fit through the stainless steel wings.  I play with his soft red insides for a moment…stroking and lubing them up.  I stand up and slide my cock between the no longer cold metal.  I fuck him deliberately with slow, even strokes.

I pull out and crank it shut.  I slip on the black plastic ass grommet over my erection.  My cock head pokes through the other end of the toy, giving me a huge girth.  It takes just a moment to squeeze it all into his stretched hole.  I enjoy fucking with it in place.  The Ginger Bear loves it—it must feel like he is getting the stretch of a double fuck.

It’s time for the hands.  I lube up both with J-Lube.  Fingers first.  Eight of them.  A real lateral stretch now.  And again.  My left hand disappears and his asslips clamp down on my wrist.  I hold a moment.  I pull it out with a slight twist.  The right takes its place, disappears and I can feel the snap of his ass shutting down on my wrist.

Now it is all about the back and forth.  Slow.  Measured.  One.  The other.  And back again. 

The Ginger Bear is gasping and talking in some sort of language of his own creation.

I stop the alternating hands and let my left crawl up into him.  The moves are so tiny—but his reaction is huge—as I move deeper into him than I have ever gone.  When I look down a good inch of my forearm is inside him.

He has another shuddering moment.  A deep internal orgasm.  Bigger than all those that have come before.

I pause.  And slowly work my way out.

I grease up again.  I start with alternating hands.  But soon I leave the left in place and start working the right in alongside it.  I make it as far as the knuckles. 

Both hands go back to the slow in and out.

I double up again.  This time I can add the right past the knuckles.

More gentle stretching.  The Ginger Bear certainly loves the stretch from both of my hands.  He tells me to try again.  The left goes in.  The right hand joins it, past the knuckles and the palm.  Just the heel of my left is exposed.  It almost disappears.  But not quite.  We are so close to a full double fist inside him.

I pull out slowly…

And we are done.  His hole has had enough.

We go upstairs to wash up and eat the meal simmering on the stove…

A short piece that originally had an addendum about my second covid shot:  From My Side of the Sling: Almost a Double (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  December 4, 2021