North of Home—March, 2022

As March began, the Ginger Bear and I wanted another meet.  I packed some of my regular toys and drove to his place.  The day we had set up the date, the weather had been warm for March.  Now it was blustery and chilly.  It got more so as I drove north.  I was thankful I had tossed in a ratty old sweatshirt as we were playing in his basement—and the space heaters did little to cut the chill….

The ass.  It is such a gift.

I am on my knees.  My tongue has been exploring the Ginger Bear’s hole.  He is in his sling and twisting his nipples.  I rock back on my heels and just look at his full butt cheeks and the pink, slightly puffy, lips.  My cock swells and I dive back in.  GB groans his encouragement.

It is a matter of only a few minutes before my cock is slapping those same puffy lips.  I leave a trail of precum over them as I push slowly inside.  GB groans again.  I feel him relax and I begin a slow, rhythmic fuck.  The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the basement.

I have arranged my toys on a small table within reach.  I grab the old reliable—the eggheaded dildo.  I grease it up while still maintaining the fuck.  The cock comes out—the toy goes in.  I pull it down and add myself on top of the thin shafted toy.  We both love how tight it makes his ass.  The underside of my dick moves across the ridges relentlessly.

I slow—pull it up and go under the toy.  Not for long.  It’s not as good a fit.  I pull out the grab the length of chain I brought along.  I kneel and grease it up.  I begin the slow insertion process.  One link at a time.  The Ginger Bear loves the weight that is beginning to fill him.  It is 18 inches long—and all but the last links disappear.  I begin to pull it out—just as slowly.  It acts like a heavier version of balls on a string.  Each link gives him a stretch as it leaves the confines of his ass.  One.  Two…Five…Nine…and suddenly the remaining links spill out of him, thanks to gravity.

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I repeat the process two more times.

I move on to the speculum.  I want to give him a good lateral stretch before my hand goes in.  I crank it slowly.  Opening him.  By increments.  I play with his prostate with the fingers of my left hand as I crank with the right.  When it is wide enough, I fuck him with the device in place.

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I love how open he is now.

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I grease my hands up.  After all the play, it’s an easy entrance for my left hand.  I go in repeatedly.  Wait, turn it slightly and come out.  The Ginger Bear’s breathing increases.  He tells me how good it feels. 

My slightly bigger right hand goes in just as easily.  I spend a good deal of time going back and forth—left and right.  My dick is hard—so it joins my left hand deep in his guts.  I fuck through my fingers—overwhelmed by the feeling of his hot flesh and my greasy palm on my cock.

He has his toys out, too.  I select a bigger toy.  It is a semi-realistic cock in black silicone.  As I picked it up, I think I can use it to double fuck him—but it is too girthy for that.  I grease and fuck.  Then re-grease and fuck.  I am just able to add a finger along the shaft of the toy.

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I do another round of my hands.   Back and forth.  One and then the other.  I manage to get one all the way in and add four fingers of the other hand.  It is not the day to try harder on going for a double.

I go back to his table and pick up the fantasy monster toy.  It looks like a dragon’s massive shaft, all scales and ridges.  I know he can take more if he sits on it, but I just want to tease his hole with it in this position.  I get the head in—a little farther than I expect.  I do it again.

Now I re-grease my hands.  I go in flat handed and come right back out.  Then I do the same with the right.  The sling starts to move in rhythm with me.  In with my hand as it goes away from me and out as it swings toward me.  The frame creaks in time with us.  It is an open palmed punch fisting.  It is as great a head fuck for us as a hole fuck.  We maintain it for a good five minutes—a rousing climax to our stretch session.

The Ginger Bear thinks his hole has reached his limit.  And it’s cold enough for us to break.  We go upstairs, wash up and have dinner…

The original, with a number of pics of stuffed and stretched hole is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Filling the Ginger Bear (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 6, 2022